And then they were Bigger Part 06

Allen was still a bit surprised what was going on. He’d figured Kyle would have been able to last at least a little bit longer but didn’t know how long it would be. The only good thing about him is that he at least took one more person off the list of suspects. Allen had figured it wasn’t Doug but at least now he knew for certain. It was hard to tell what everyone else was thinking though. He’d been ticking a few of the guys off the list but still had to keep the possibility open. There just wasn’t anyone who really stuck out to him. 

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Doug relaxed his weight back on the desk. He seemed more proud of himself to have finally been accused than anything else. “Anyone else want to make an accusation? No one? Come on… Only a few of you guys left.”

Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. They all realized it. Doug saying it was just bragging now. There were only five of them left. Professor Schaffer was still too busy reeling over the mockery his class was becoming. Meanwhile Peter was too busy enjoying it. Watching all the muscular guys still playing around with each other seemed to be the most interesting thing in the world to him. Zack was too busy playing with his phone and then Casey just seemed to be spaced out. However Allen still glared at Doug.

“How about a hint?” he smiled. There were still too many possibilities and he wanted at least a little something. Something to go off of. Right now all he could think of was that there was someone in the classroom who really hated being small. Someone who hated the arrogance some people showed just because they knew the answer to a teacher's question. Or bragged about being smarter that others while only getting there through cheating.

As he looked over the guys already changed, he couldn't pinpoint anything out of the ordinary. They were all just guys playing around. He'd never really gotten along with that kind of jock in high school. The only reason he ever even hung around them was usually to sell drugs. Or tell them how to get away with it when they were too stupid to know how to cycle or forget about the 'random screenings' the school always did on the third Thursday of every other month. However the only people he figured he could rule out was Doug, Kyle and Professor Schaffer. 

Meanwhile, Tyler came up from the back of the classroom. His magazine cover looking body seemed to take center stage. “Have you still not recruited the rest of the team yet? Even Coach?” he groaned looking over the rest of the guys. “What’s taking you so long?! Don’t you wanna be bigger?”The five just gave different versions of a glare up at Tyler showing off even more. Somehow he’d worked himself into a sweat making his large defined muscles glisten in the bright lights of the classroom.

“No,” Allen grumbled. Professor Schaffer, Peter and Zack all seemed to be completely distracted by their own things. 

“What about you big guy?” Tyler sat himself down with his muscular legs hanging over the stage. His eyes peered deeply into Casey’s body.

“I mean…” Casey paused looking off into nothing, “who here hasn’t thought, ‘I want to be bigger…’?” He stared blankly, realizing exactly what he’d just done. He’d gotten so close so many times but it just slipped out. “Oh no! That’s not what I meant. It’s just!” He sat himself down and put his head in his hands. “I mean… It’s just that sure I’ve always been a bit jealous of those kinds of guys but at the same time… I don’t know…” 

Casey’s body leaned more into the chair. His body seemed to shift around a bit trying to make himself more comfortable. The added weight all over his body was starting to shift. No longer did it sag around his belly and arms but rather it quickly tightened up into stronger looking muscles. He seemed to flex them almost nonchalantly, feeling the tighter muscle press harder against the fabric of his shirt. Even his baggy pants looked like they molded around his even stronger looking legs. Casey kicked up his legs on the chair in front of him getting even more comfortable. 

“You’ve always wanted to be a jock?” Allen inquired. He purposefully stayed away from some of the trigger words. 

“Not a jock man. Just bigger. Stronger. More confident. Y’know?” Casey reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and cigarette. There was a second smell that didn’t quite smell like tobacco emanating from his body. He lit the cigarette up, helping mask the smell of the other drug he obviously preferred.

“Hey…” Professor Schaffer started, “No smoking indoors...” His voice was completely defeated. Everything he'd known was crumbling before him and he couldn't do anything about it. Just seeing how many of his 'special students' wanted to be big dumb jocks was too much for him. 

“Whatcha gonna do about it old man?” Casey blew a large cloud of smoke from his mouth. His chest just seemed to keep getting bigger while his arms were wider. His rapid speech slowed down and, like he said, he sounded a lot more confident. Someone like Professor Schaffer wouldn’t be able to tell him what to do. Especially now that he looked so defeated. Casey kicked off his skater shoes revealing his dirty socks. A hole had weaseled its way into one of them but Casey obviously didn’t care. He took another drag of the cigarette. 

Allen wasn’t going to let it go so quickly though. He needed some kind of answer. “So was there a guy you looked up to or something?” 

Casey flicked the ashes off the front of the cigarette. They burned a hole in the carpet but he didn’t care. “Someone I looked up to? Man… I guess… Like I always liked those guys who didn’t give a shit about anything. Something happens and they don’t care. Get an F on a paper? Hell did they even do the paper? Guys like that. They don’t care about working to make others happy. They work so they can succeed.” He smirked, watching a tattoo form on his hand. “Never would have gotten something like this,” he showed it off. “Always worried I’d just look like some kind of fag.” 

“Are you?” Peter swooned. 

“You want me to?” Casey grinned back. A deep rasp was starting to form in his throat. The confident reply seemed to have sent shivers down Peter’s spine as he heard the raspy base. His face finally started to match the rest of his body. The round, almost formless blob, chiseled out into a stern jaw, dusted with facial hair that he may have shaved everyday but never really went away. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed leaning back in the chair. “Hell if I know… Never really thought about it. But god damn am I horny…” 

In a mere second he had whipped out his dick and already started stroking it. The long thick shaft still somehow looked small in his hand. Despite being far larger than average he still almost looked small as it was covered by one muscular hand. His slow controlled strokes started to speed up as deep grunts escaped his voice. He praised whatever was going on in his mind. “Yeah baby. Work it. Fuck yeah…” he moaned and groaned the praises to the imaginary person he was clearly thinking about. Each stroke caused him to wince just a little more trying to fight back the urge of cumming. Either to hold onto to his old self or to hold onto the current feeling. 

Then all of a sudden his hips bucked. Huge swaths of cum erupted from his shaft. “Oh fuck yeah!” his free hand gripped the arm rest nearly tearing it off. His stern gaze shifted over to Peter. “Well I ain’t gay. But if you wanna help yourself,” he motioned for his dick but suddenly Peter seemed completely uninterested. “Didn’t think so,” he smiled as Doug handed him a tissue.