Football Chronivac Part 06

“Can I please have my phone back?” Alex stood in the doorway to the classroom not letting Nick pass.

“You want it?” Nick dangled it just out of Alex’s reach. “You’ll have to give me something first…” His large and in charge body locked Alex in between him and the wall. His thick muscular arms pressed hard against the wall as he slowly closed the gap between the two. But laughter behind him seemed to have distracted him.

“DUDE! The hell you doing?” Marco laughed even harder. “You fuckin gay bro?” 

Steven who was sitting right next to him punched him in the arm. “Dude! Don’t fuckin be like that.”

“What?” Marco tried to act like he wasn’t doing anything weird. The frat jock really liked to be the center of attention at nearly everything he did. It didn’t matter if he was making a fool of himself, as long as people paid attention to him. 

“You know what,” Steven glared. He tried to reign in Marco from time to time, but that rarely ever worked. If anything he was just weak brakes on a train that couldn’t slow down. Though there were a few disasters he was able to prevent, Steven just couldn’t completely take control of the other jock. 

Alex was the next to speak up, “it’s alright.” His smile was unconvincing. “We were just…” he tried to think of a lie but nothing was coming to him. It was obvious what was happening. He could feel one of Nick’s hands holding him tightly and the other running down his side for his cock.

“Sorry bout that big guy,” Marco gave him a pat on the back. 

It took a lot for Nick to hold himself back. He could feel a growl forming in the back of his throat as he saw the cocky guy act like it was nothing. “Right. It’s fine,” Nick unclenched his fists, fully aware of the phone in his pocket. He twisted it around in his hands a bit before opening it up again.

“Nick!” Alex shouted in a hushed voice. The two were grabbing their seats. In the auditorium style classroom there was plenty of room to spread out. They’d chosen to be a bit further back while Steve and Marco sat closer to the front. But the reason Alex scolded Nick was because he could see the big guy pulling up that app again. “Give me my phone back,” he ordered.

Nick wasn’t listening. “You didn’t give me what I wanted yet,” he smiled as he started typing away.  

“But…” Alex tried to think of something to say but Nick leaned over and gave him a heavy kiss on the lips, quieting him rather quickly. 

Mr. Davidson finally entered the room and stood behind the desk. “Alright class,” he placed his briefcase down and addressed the students. Teaching for the last 20 years had given him an ability to have a presence in the front of the classroom despite his more passive demeanor. It was more that he learned not to care what the students thought about him rather than anything about his personality.

Though that lack of care had also went over to how he kept himself as well. He’d grown quite the sizable belly and had clearly never taken too much care of his hygiene. He of course always wore a nice button up shirt tucked into his black pants, but that was more because of the dress code than his choice. Not to mention how a tail of the shirt always seemed to come undone by the end of class. 

“Midterms will be starting next week. I expect everyone has been studying really hard. I figured it’d be good to see just how much you all have learned this semester and play a little game. We’ll divide up into smaller groups.” 

“Nick?” Alex prodded his boyfriend in the side.

“Shhh…” he smiled back down at him. “Just wait…” 

Steven and Marco got up from their seats and moved closer to Nick and Alex. “Might as well eh?” he joked as he sat in the desk backwards. 

“Might as well,” Nick grinned. Alex could see the mischievous smile behind it but wasn’t quite sure what it was about. There was obviously going to be something about the game, but he just couldn’t quite tell what it was going to be yet. And to make him just a bit more nervous, Nick still was typing away at his phone.

Mr. Davidson came over with a stack of cards. “Phones away. No cheating,” he dropped them on the Alex’s desk. “Alright, the games really easy. One person reads the card and then the other three answer, whoever gets it right decides what happens to the other two.” Mr. Davidson looked over his note card again. ‘What does that mean…’ he kept the question to himself as he sat behind the desk with his own stack of cards too.

“That’s weird…” Steven muttered.

Alex was too busy glaring at Nick to even hear it. Though Nick seemed to have found it all the more fun. He quickly grabbed a card and started reading. “Define biology.”

“The study of life and living things,” Alex answered without thinking. It just appeared in his head and he felt the words come right out of his mouth. The shock was all over his face as he looked at the other two. Steven obviously knew the answer too but Marco seemed a bit dumbfounded. 

“And what would you like to change?” Nick pried.

“Mu-muscle growth,” he muttered.

Instantly the two jocks felt their muscles start to heat up. The lithe athletic style muscles grew ever so slightly. They could see them pulsing with a bit more power and strength as their blood pumped harder pushing the veins to something more visible. Both at about 180 pounds seemed to have gained an extra 10 pounds.

“Shit…” Marco flexed his arm feeling the power within it. He could feel the power in it as he did so. The bicep looked just a bit bigger. His arms filled his sleeves better and chest pushed out the fabric a bit more. “If only it was always that easy…”

“Right…” Steven echoed as he grabbed the next card.”What’s the procedure we often use to test our hypothesis.”

“Scientific method,” Alex answered again without much thought. He knew he knew the question but still the words spilled out of him before he could even think about it. “Height growth,” he added. There was no denying what Nick had done. He threw the meanest glare he could at Nick but it only made the big guy chuckle. 

Nick and Marco reached for the sky as their bones started to lengthen. A soft cracking could be heard as each guy grew another inch. “Damn,” Marco smiled harder as he felt the growth again. It felt like he’d just finished an amazing workout and he didn’t want it to start. “You gonna answer all the questions?”

“I guess so,” Alex continued his mean glare at Nick. 

“Well I ain’t complainin,” Marco threw up his arm watching the muscle bulge just a bit. With the added height he gained a little bit more definition to the round bicep. “My turn, ‘What’s ex-trap-o-la-tion?”

“To or estimate by expanding know information,” Alex answered. “Increase masculine traits.”

Steven and Nick looked at each other for a second but noticed what it meant rather quickly. Their jaws turned a bit more angular. Their brows pushed a little further out. Hair seemed to fill their chins and chest, running down their abs. And their dick grew ever so slightly more. Steven fidgeted back and forth a bit trying to get more comfortable. He looked even more classically handsome than usual but with a lot more hair.

“Fuck man,” Marco looked at the other two guys. “Do that one for me. But now I guess we got a chance to try eh?”

“Right…” Alex looked at the card. “What’s the genetic transmission of characteristics from parent to offspring.”

The three sat silently for a second trying to think of the word. “Hereditary,” Nick finally answered. 

“Shit! I knew that one,” Marco lied. 

“You were too slow,” Nick taunted. “Sexually submissive.”

“Wha…” Steven and Marco looked at each other for a second and then back at Nick. “You don’t mean that. You mean increase masculine traits. Like what Alex said. Right?” But Nick shook his head no. He smiled seeing the jock squirm a little in his seat. Marco obviously liked being on top. He obviously liked controlling the speed of the sex. But that was slowly down. 

“It’s not that bad,” Steven shrugged. “Just get one right. Then you can do whatever you want to him.”

“Not this turn,” Nick picked up a card. “What part of the cell contains most of the DNA and controls the cell’s activities by directing protein synthesis?” 

“The nucleus,” Alex answered again. “Muscle growth.”

Their hearts started racing again as their muscles started growing more. Their muscles pumped up more. The sleeves gripped the arms holding them while the bottom started to ride up ever so slightly from the growing traps and lats. They could feel the power growing in them. 

“Oh fuck man… That felt even better than last time,” Marco said. Though he didn’t seem as excited as before. The realization that he didn’t know anything about their intro to bio class meant that he was at the other guys mercy. And if Nick wanted to say something that he didn’t want, he’d be in trouble. 

Steven grabbed his card. “What’s a cell membrane?”

“The thin, flexible barrier that surrounds the cell and controls what goes in and out in animal cells,” Alex answered. “C-cock shrink.”

“WHAT!?” Marco shouted as he heard the words. His proud 5 inches were going to get smaller? But he could already feel it. And looking over at Nick only pissed him off more, as the giant seemed to be loving the sensation of his cock slowly pulling closer to his body. He leaned deeper into his desk, with his head back and mouth open. “You can’t be serious. Please,” Marco pleaded.

“You’ll just have to get them right,” Nick interrupted. “But it’s your turn to read the question.” 

Marco cautiously picked one up. “What’s lys… Lizo… Liso… Ly-so-so…”

“Lysosome? That’s the membrane-enclosed sac of digestive enzymes. It where chemicals break down to be used by the cell.” It was Steven who answered though. He was a bit shocked as well. “Uhhh… Muscle growth?” he shrugged. 

Nick’s already massive body started to pulse and grow. He was already over 300 pounds and seemed to be gaining another 18 or 19 pounds. Each already large and bloated muscle seemed to grow ever so slightly more making the small desk he was crammed into even harder to fit in. He gripped his desk with the massive hands and held on tightly as his shoes tightened against his feet. His legs spread out wider as his thighs were just too big to close them anymore.

Though with Alex, his growth wasn’t nearly as intense. Just a light feeling where his body seemed to grow a the faintest amount of muscle across his frame. Though the sudden rush of energy did cause him to want to see what had happened. His arm seemed to have lifted on it’s own and flexed the tiny muscle. 

“WOAH!” Nick celebrated. If it was from anyone else it would have been clearly condescending. Especially next to his 22 inch arms, seeing the barely bump to get to 11 was a bit of a stretch to sound so excited. But still he used his fingers and gave it a light squeeze like it was the greatest thing ever.

Alex felt his face go red as Nick’s hands were moving to other parts of his body. “Not now,” he pulled away and grabbed a card, though his hardening dick was giving him other ideas. Instead, he tried to focus on the card. Though with what was going on around him was getting harder and harder to do. “What’s the basic unit of life?”

“A cell,” Nick answered. Part of Alex was happy that some of those private study lessons had sort of stuck. Before them he wouldn’t have known any of the answers. Then again it could have just as easily been the work of that device on his phone. “Sexually submissive.”

“What the fuck man?” Marco beat at his chest to try to show some dominance.

Alex instantly interjected. “Sit down.” 

Marco did what he was told on almost a subconscious level. He tried to get himself worked up again but the order went through his mind. He could almost feel himself getting at the very least interested in sex, even if he wasn’t gay. “Dude! Seriously. What the fuck?” Marco said in a more hushed tone.

“Just having a little fun,” Nick smirked. “Get an answer right and you’ll get to decide.”

Marco grit his teeth again wondering what he was supposed to do. He didn’t even know any of the answers, let alone be fast enough to guess them. Steven picked up the next card. “What--”

“Glucose!” Marco interrupted the question. He knew it was a science term, just didn’t know what it meant. But it had to be a right answer to at least one of the questions right? The other three sat a little stunned. Then Nick started laughing. 

“You don’t even know the fucking question man!” 

Mr. Davidson overheard. “Is someone just guessing over there? Tell the truth.”

“Yeah…” Marco answered. 

“That’s an extra deduction. Everyone gets to choose one more thing to change about you,” Mr. Davidson said.

“Wh-what?” Marco looked at the other three. “You can’t be serious…” 

“Gay,” Alex muttered.

“Sexually submissive,” Nick added.

“Dumber.”

“Du-dumber?” Marco stared at Steven. “But…”

Steven looked down at his desk. “Look man, I wanna play football alright? And if you don’t pass the class… Well…” He shrugged his wider shoulders knowing how poorly Marco was already doing. This would have been the perfect distraction for coach and then he’d be able to play instead. 

“What is the most common term for the biological polymer found in chromosomes that stores genetic information?” Steven finished the question.

“DNA,” Alex answered. “Gay.” 

Marco shuddered a little bit at the statement. He was realizing that now he was double dipping into the gay category. He could feel the changes start ever so slightly to wear he was checking the other three out. But what started to scare him was his finger drifting behind him and between his but cheeks. It drifted between them and touched his asshole.

A shudder went up his spine as he felt it almost tickle. His eyes went wide. ‘The fuck’s wrong with me?!’ he screamed inside his head, but his finger only seemed to push a little bit harder. It took a bit of effort but he pried it away. “Can’t we… Can’t we just focus on muscle growth like at the beginning. Or better at football?”

“The game says we get to choose what we want to change,” Nick answered. “Oh I got that one right. Do I get to change something else?” 

“Quit being an asshole,” Alex answered for him. “Marco it’s your turn.”

“Right....” Marco stared at the deck of cards. He picked the top one up and could barely understand it. It was only two words but the second one he didn’t even know if he’d seen it before. “Des-scribe… Oz… Os… Osism…”

“Osmosis?” Steven asked. “It’s where molecules move spontaneously to create an equilibrium.” 

Marco stared at the card a little bit more. Some of the words seemed to match up but Steven had answered so quickly it was hard to tell. “Right,” Alex answered for him. 

“Ok. Better at football,” Steven chuckled. 

“Now you’re just making fun of me!” Marco growled. “Alex doesn’t even play football!” 

“But Nick does. And I want to win tonight.”

Marco put his head in his hands. He couldn’t win. He looked at the clock and class was over. “Shit… What am I going to do?” 

“Dunno,” Nick mocked as he stood up and grabbed his bag. Steven was right behind him and then followed by Alex. Alex gave him a hearty slap to the back, calling him an ‘asshole.’ But Nick only seemed to revel in it. 

“Marco,” Mr. Davidson called from behind his desk. “Could I talk to you for a minute…” The rest of the class was still leaving. Marco didn’t remember there being so many different kinds jocks there but his mind would have been pointing it out either. 

Marco felt the pit in his stomach grow a bit more. “Yeah…” he slowly walked up to the desk and stood next to it. There was part of him that felt ashamed of how poorly he did. He knew what they were going to talk about, so he wanted to look away. Though it was hard to look away from someone like Mr. Davidson. His strong masculine presence made him the center of attention. At 6’4”, he had firm muscles that looked like he’d been working outside all day instead of in an air conditioned classroom. Nor to mention that perfectly trimmed beard that only pronounced the angles of his chin even more.

“I listened and it didn’t sound like you knew a single answer. Are you taking this class seriously?” Marco looked down at the desk. “Look at me,” Mr. Davidson ordered. 

Marco stared into his piercing eyes. The urge to lie vanished. “I’m just having a really hard time. I don’t know any of this shit. Ok? I just want to pass…” 

“Hmph…” Mr. Davidson mulled it over. “Then let’s try the game again.”

“But sir,” Marco just wanted to leave. His mind was swimming with all sorts of thoughts that he wanted Mr. Davidson to do to him. The powerful looking man could have easily pushed him down on the desk and stripped his pants off, and Marco felt like he wouldn’t have complained for even a second. 

“No buts. You’re failing this class. I need to know that you know at least something. If you get an answer right, you get to choose the change. If it’s wrong, I get to.”

Marco nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much else of an option. And if he answered maybe he could get some kind of extra credit. “Ok…” he agreed. 

“What’s an autotroph?”

“An…. An auto-troph?” Marco questioned. He didn’t think he’d even heard of such a word. What would he even answer with? He could see Mr. Davidson’s frown deepening. “I don’t know…”

“Muscle growth it is then,” Mr. Davidson said. Marco felt his muscles stiffen and then start to grow. It was the same as before but different. There was more. Instead of just the ten pounds it felt more like twenty. There was a clear change in just how much muscle there was and he could see it.

“What about a heterotroph?” 

It took Marco a second to realize that Mr. Davidson hadn’t even answered the first question, and then he was already on the second asking about a same strange word. “I don’t know…”

“Muscle growth.” Again Marco’s body started to grow. It was passing the 240 point. At 6’ he looked more like a bodybuilder than an athlete. The thick firm muscles he had weren’t built for running around. Only for lifting weights.

“Sir--”

“What about a producer? You know that one?”

“Nu-no,” Marco answered.

“Muscle growth.”

His body just kept gaining more and more muscle. The large over-inflated biceps made it harder to move while his jeans were packed tight with his thighs. They pressed hard against the fabric, slowly causing the seams to start to split. He could feel his wide shoulders widen even further and looking down over his over-sized pecs was impossible.

“Pathogen?”

It was getting impossible for Marco to concentrate on anything. The size of his body was enormous. Thick muscles were tightly packed onto his bones, so big it was hard to move. But all these words sounded brand new to him. He couldn’t think about what it could possibly be.

“Sexually submissive.”  

Marco let out a heavy moan. “Ahhh…” his knees went a little weak. “Si-sir--”

“What about consumers?”

“People who buy things?” Marco felt bad that he was making Mr. Davidson angry.

“Is this a joke to you?” he growled. “Good at sucking cock.” he adjusted his black pants a little bit and Marco could see the thick member running down his leg. His eyes went wide, then mouth watered. “What about asexual reproduction?”

“Uhh…” Marco was too distracted to even think about it. He might have known the answer but seeing Mr. Davidson’s outline distracted him all the more.

“Good at sucking cock. What about sexual reproduction? Do you know that one?”

“Yeah! It’s when guys fuck girls,” he said a bit too excitedly.

“Close enough…” Mr. Davidson rolled his eyes. “What do you want to change?”

It took Marco a moment to think about it. His head was still swimming with ideas. Part of him wanted to make him more appealing to other guys. Another part just wanted to say good at sucking cock or sexually submissive. There was another part slightly nagging him but he couldn’t quite think about it properly. It was like he really didn’t want it anymore. “Persuasive to other guys.”

“Oh,” Mr. Davidson smirked. “And what do you mean by that?”

Suddenly Marco felt a bit of confidence wash over him as he saw Mr. Davidson playing with himself as well. He dropped his heavy body to his knees and fiddled with the button on Mr. Davidson’s pants. One of his shirt tails had already come untucked but he helped free the other one. 

Marco’s thick hands rolled down Mr. Davidson’s pants over his hairy thighs. The older man’s dick sprung to life once it was freed. “Wow…” Marco stared a bit in awe at its size.

“Oh… So you are looking for a bit of extra credit,” Mr. Davidson put his hand behind Marco’s head, leading him down. His mouth had been opened wide to accept the offering. His mouth focused on the tip of Mr. Davidson’s hard cock and slowly moved further down.

It was hard to fit the whole thing inside his mouth. The wide thick nature of Mr. Davidson’s cock was just a little bit too much. But Marco could feel his teacher’s grip against the back of his head, goading him to take in more. Just feeling the cock in his mouth was already making Marco’s emotions spill over and into his jeans but he had to keep it together for his teacher. He continued to push it deeper into him, feeling it start to go down his throat.

A moan from his teacher sent another wave of pleasure through him causing another mess his underwear. But he wasn’t done yet. Mr. Davidson’s grip to the back of his head was growing weaker, yet still not moving. His hips thrust forcing the cock to the back of his throat. But Marco kept his cool, breathing only through his nose. 

Another moan and thrust came from his teacher. His hand slipped off and gripped the chair. “Aw fuck,” he cursed as he lost control of his body and felt his balls release into Marco’s mouth. It quickly filled the other man up but Marco did his best to swallow only letting a few drops fall out of his mouth. “Jeezus…” Mr. Davidson felt the endorphins running wild in his mind as he felt his body thrust in his chair a few more times. 

Marco pulled himself back feeling a bit of his teacher’s fluid painted on his face. He wiped it away and plopped down on his ass. His oversized muscles made it hard to stay in that position too long. “Does… Does that earn a bit of extra credit?”

Mr. Davidson let a smile slip through his angry demeanor. “We can talk about it later, in my office next time.”

“Right,” Marco smiled back at him.