The speedo guys started advancing toward them. John, shaking, tugged at his tie, but he was feeling too woozy to undo it. He leaned over to Austin. "Dude, we've got to get out of here," he muttered.
Austin was fixated on the approaching speedo guys, but when he turned to look at John, he could tell something was wrong. John was panting, his face was flushed, he was sweating, his tongue was moving around inside his mouth, and his eyes were half-closed ... it looked like he was getting involuntarily turned on by something.
"Come on," John said, stumbling backwards.
Without a word, Austin grabbed John's arm and they started running. As Austin looked back, he could see the speedo guys start to surround the principal.
The two boys slowed to a stop next to a chain-link fence behind the gym. John collapsed to the ground. "What's going on, man?" Austin asked.
"I...I don't know," John muttered. "Hey, help me loosen my tie, okay?"
"Uh...sure," said Austin. He knealt down next to John. Now it was Austin's turn to sweat; ever since he'd met John, he had this secret fantasy about lying down with him someplace dangerous, the two of them undoing each others' clothes. John must have been sweating like crazy, because the scent of his body was overpowering. Without realizing what he was doing, Austin's face drew closer and closer to John's, taking in his scent, nearing his mouth.
Suddenly John looked up at Austin. "I want to kiss you," John said.
"I want to kiss you too," John told him.
"But we can't," said John. "I think when that guy kissed me, he passed something to me. And I don't want to pass it to you."
"I don't mind..." murmured Austin.
"No," said John, "I don't know what...I don't know what's going to happen to...aaagh...me." John doubled over.
Austin stood up, wide-eyed. John's clothes looked like they were shrinking on him - his shirt and pants, formerly baggy, had grown taught against his body. But as Austin watched, he realized that it was John's body that was changing; the tight clothes grew tighter still as John's muscles bulged like balloons.
"My clothes...they're too tight...you have to help me take them off..." wheezed John.
"If I must," Austin said, reaching for John's feet. He pulled off John sneakers, and John sighed with relief. His feet had grown huge, the size of Austin's forearm with toes as long as fingers.
"Please, my pants next," came John's voice. Transfixed, Austin moved up to John's waist. He merely touched the button on the pants and it popped off. A little hesitantly, started pulling the pants down. He tugged at the crotch, and his hand felt John's dick - it was hard, and huge. He kept pulling on the pants - they were very tight, and slow to come off - moving his hands around to the seat and feeling John's big, tight ass.
As the pants moved down, Austin could see John's underwear. He knew John wore flannel boxers, but these looked more like spandex boxer briefs. He could just barely make out a flannel pattern hidden in the red. As he watched, the boxer briefs grew shorter and shorter, crawling up John's big thighs. John's erection was massive, and Austin's struggled to match it.
A tearing sound - Austin looked up and saw that John's shirt had torn off on its own. He was now lying next to his nearly-naked best friend - or at least, what used to be his best friend. John's face was the same, but he looked to be about 25, a bodybuilder, wearing a pair of all-too-familiar red speedos.
"Now," John said, his voice calm and deep, "how about that kiss?"