3rd period is my fravorite period of the day" Mr. Simon says. "It's right before lunch, and what's better than that?" He says cheerfully, clapping his hands together.
No one knew, but this was not the reason 3rd period was his favorite of the day. The reason was because of one senior student named Jake.
Mr. Simon taught chemistry, a class for smart sophmores, average juniors, and dumb seniors. Which is just one word to describe Jake.
Mr. Simon was still in the closet, at the age of 32, but no one knew. Not even his wife.
Mr Simon loved his job, watching young men grow throughout school was one of his fantasys. To watch them grow from scrawny freshmen to brawny seniors. And he's kept quit a keen eye on Jake since the day he first walked into school.
Mr. Simon also volunteered to help teach the wrestling team. Which of course Jake was in.
Jake knew he was dumb, but he didn't care. Why would he care when he was 6'1 with golden skin, dark brown eyes and brown hair. Jake knew he was hot, and he wasn't afraid to flaunt it. Wearing tight shirts that showed off his well-earned muscles. And sweat pants that showed off something more.
Mr. Simon loved every day when Jake would walk into the classroom, Mr. Simon would watch him saunter in, starting up at his broad chin from a short height of 5'4. He would watch his meaty pecs and bulge boune with each step of his large feet.
But today was different, Mr. Simon had prepared a special treat for Jake. Something that would help him grow into the ultimate man.
Mr. Simon watched him, walk into chemistry, 30 seconds after the bell, just like every other day, He gave no mind though, Glad Jake even graced them with his presence. Today he was wearing a tight white t-shirt with a black wife beater underneath. Grey sweat pants that showed off a little more than they should. And sandals with black socks that covered his size 16 feet.
"Well class," Mr. Simon begins in his squeky voice "Today, I have quite the hilarious surprise," He continued. The classes ears perked up quite a bit, excited for a change from the boring chemistry class.
"but first," he began "I need a volunteer." Many hands shot up, but Mr. Simon already knew who he wanted. He eyed over them all, giving them the satisfaction of thinking they were considered before saying "Ah, Jake my boy, come on down. You're the lucky contestant" He laughed a big laugh for such a small man, grinning ear to ear under his beard.
Everyone laughs along with Mr. Simon looking over at Jake and watching him walk up to the front of the class room.
"Now, my dear boy," Mr. Simon began, "I'm going to give you this piece of gum," He says holding up a piece of green gum. "And If I'm right, it will begin making you cry within 10 seconds," He says smiling.
Jake grabs the piece of gum, thinking he can beat the challenge easily." What do I get for it?" He utters in his deep voice. "20 extra bonus points!" Mr. Simon exclaims "30 if you don't even cry! Which is of course, impossible," Hew says laughing, knowing full and well he won't cry one bit.
"Okay, I can do that," Jake says grinning his stubbled jaw. "Begin!" Mr Simon says, preparing himself to act dissapointed.
Jake takes the whole stick into his mouth, and begins chewing furiously. A good 15 seconds pass before mr Simon exclaims "No! Impossible!" He says, looking thoroughly dissapointed. Jake crosses his arm smiling. "Guess I was a little too manly for your gum," He laughs.
"yes, i suppose so," Mr simon sighs. "take your seat.." He says acting sad, knowing the real show will begin shortly.
He watches Jake's muscle butt walk to his chair, sitting himself down.
"Well, class.. I suppose we should begin," Mr. Simon says
A good 15 minutes passes before anything peculiar happens Jake begins sweating, not much just a few drips of sweat on his brow. As time continues he feels himself growing more and more moist.
Mr. Simon watches from his desk as the class does independent work. He watches Jake twidgeting in his chair. The first thing he notices is Jake's pecs push his meaty nipples through his tight t-shirt.
Jake raises his arms, placing them behind his head as he closes his eyes.
Mr. Simon watches. As his arms raise, He can see Jake's biceps ball up under the sleeves, straining the sleeves which were already tight. He sees sweat stains in his armpits, his wet armpit hair having grown sticking profusely out of his sleeves.
Jakes stretches back, feeling his lower stomach exposed more than usual. He rubs a hand along it, feeling a little more hair there than usual.
He takes off his t-shirt, his upper body covered only by the wifebeater. Letting the stench of jock sweat and locker room fill the room.
"Everything is going great," Mr. Simon smiles to himself, smelling in the stench. knowing the full growth will take time.
Jake scratches the side of his face, feeling as though it had grown more than usual. having just shaved last night. He feels his cock twitch under the sweat pants. Nothing more than a twitch though, he figured he should be getting hard, but it just twitched.
The bell rings, and everybody gathers there things and leaves. Mr. Simon watches Jake. Almost sure he has grown another in taller. "Everything is going according to plan" He repeats smiling.