P.A.D.: Daniel, Part 3

PART 3

“Ugh, who gives a shit about Reconstruction?” Claire let her textbook fall into her lap with a sigh. “It’s all the stupid names and dates from the Civil War but without the interesting part.”

“The interesting part? You mean the… hundreds of thousands dead and wounded?” Daniel said, glancing up from his own reading for the briefest of moments.

He knew he had a habit of staring at attractive women - Daniel had been called a creep and a loser countless times because of it - so he was trying to be on his absolute best behavior despite the exceedingly odd circumstances. As much as he wanted to spend more time properly examining the strange little rectangle that had seemingly zapped Claire into existence, he wanted to do it alone; it was impossible to concentrate with her gym-perfect body always in his peripheral vision. Despite his attempts to gently persuade her to leave she was proving to be far too persistent and, dare he say, assertive for his meek demeanor to have much of an effect.

Daniel had tried every excuse he could muster the courage for, but his claims of head and stomach aches had only been met with playful teasing from the larger girl. He was stuck with her for the time being and it was turning into the longest period of time he had spent alone with a woman, much to his dismay. Daniel was terrible with girls; somehow his overwhelming social anxiety and general awkwardness only worsened around pretty ladies and he couldn’t fall back on his usual solution, which was to simply flee the area. Leave Claire alone in his dorm, with his belongings and computer completely exposed? He knew he was being neurotic but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Well it sounds bad when you put it like that. But they make movies about the battles and not the policy meetings for a reason, dude.”

Claire had completely claimed Daniel’s small bed, which appeared even smaller thanks to her tall, sturdily-built body. She was currently leaning back against the off-white wall the cheap campus-provided bed frame was adjacent to, her legs extending off of the edge of the mattress and towards Daniel’s own. He noticed in his quick look up at her that the t-shirt she was wearing had ridden up slightly, giving him a peek at the defined bumps and valleys of her trim, toned tummy.

He knew he had fucked up the moment he saw those abs, his gaze lingering long enough for Claire to notice. She sat up and leaned forward, elbows hands propped on her knees and an amused smirk on her angular face.

“It’s not polite to stare, little man,” she said in a gently chastising tone that immediately made Daniel’s face turn red with embarrassment.

Even with the fear that pounded in his heart Daniel was noticing that, despite his complete lack of social graces and constant faux pas, Claire didn’t appear to be angry with him. It was more of a mild but understanding annoyance, like she expected this sort of behavior from him. Her comments about having grown up in a predominantly male household were ringing true but Daniel was still surprised at how forgiving she was, especially since he was used to being the target of scorn from most girls or, at best, complete indifference. Claire was brash and didn’t respect his boundaries, but she was friendly in a way that he didn’t expect from a woman. When it was coming from Clark, Daniel felt like his masculinity was being threatened. But coming from Claire?

It was pretty hot.

Even though he had squeezed one out before all of this, Daniel felt his small dick twitch in his shorts. He was regretting not putting on any underwear that morning - usually a snug pair of briefs was all it took to mask his erections, given their size - but how was he supposed to anticipate being trapped in his room with a girl like Claire? He brought his slim thighs together to press against his burgeoning hard-on in an attempt to hide it, but all it did was make his body’s reaction to Claire’s alluring physique more obvious. Knees bent inward, hands gripping the armrests of his office chair, cheeks flush and his face wearing an expression that was a mixture of nervousness and arousal, he stared directly into her piercing blue eyes while she…

Laughed.

Claire managed to choke back the beginning of her outburst, catching the laugh and turning it into a half-snort once her composure finally broke. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth and try to stifle herself but her chuckling soon filled the room in a devastating blow to Daniel’s ego.

“Oh my God, dude!” She laughed, using her free hand to gesture in his direction as if pointing out his body language. “Have you never seen a girl before?”

Daniel recoiled at her mockery but, to his surprise, it only made his cock more stiff. The shame mixed with the excitement he felt in his shorts and in a hasty decision he turned towards his desk, where the humble black rectangle that started this whole mess sat. He grabbed it and was immediately greeted with a projection of holo-Claire.

“Heh, whoa, hey,” She said, holding a hand up as her laughter trailed off. “If you’re going to take a picture I’d prefer if you-”

With a stray thought he managed to select ‘KINKS & FETISHES’ and his breath quickened. If the device had the power to turn Clark into a girl then it could definitely help Daniel indulge in his lonely fantasies. If he was going to be the butt of some kind of joke to her then he might as well get something out of it, right? The words ‘EXHIBITIONISM & MILD NARCISSISTIC TENDENCIES’ flashed, a long string of text that Daniel almost missed; but he didn’t miss the immediate changes that began to affect Claire..

It looked like every muscle across her athletic body flexed in unison, then bulged and surged outward in a steady growth that stretched her clothes. The sleeves of her t-shirt grew tight around swelling biceps and triceps, her shoulders and neck growing wider and the thick slabs of her pecs becoming broader. The softness of her breasts melted away but her chest still grew overall, the fatty tissue replaced with solid muscle. He noticed veins popping up along her larger forearms, and when she moved to stand up from the bed he could see every pronounced bump and ridge of her new shredded eight-pack abs through her shrinking top.

Claire’s legs bulked up into thick, powerful tree trunks with the calves and quads of a powerlifter, and her pants retreated up and morphed into a pair of skintight shorts. The thin material began to get swallowed up by her ass, disappearing between a pair of large, round, rock hard butt cheeks that jutted out behind her to create a perfect shelf-like posterior. This wasn’t the body of an athlete - she reminded Daniel of the buff gym bunnies he saw on his Instagram feed. She was built for power, sure, but a lot of the growth was focused on vanity muscles that wouldn’t help her on the field hockey pitch. Well, at least with her sheer size the other girls were bound to just bounce off of her in the event of a collision; her role on the team had changed to reflect her new stature, and Claire was there to block and bully the other team rather than try to be nimble and score goals. It suited her - she looked like an enforcer.

The desire to be watched and her inflated ego meant that she practically lived at the gym now, most of her routine centered around hitting the weights and optimizing her diet for maximum gains. The strength was a secondary benefit to the attention that having such a finely-tuned physique garnered her; Claire worked out for moments like this, where she could have a boy like Daniel whimpering by just being in her presence. It lit her brain up like a Christmas tree when he gawked at her - and why shouldn’t he? She put a lot of work into her body and it deserved to be appreciated. Maybe she wasn’t attracted to Daniel per se, but she was getting a hell of a thrill watching him squirm.

In fact, the prospect of getting her picture taken brought an almost predatory smile to her lips.

“-got a good one…” She finally finished, before surprising Daniel by reaching down and grabbing the hem of her form-fitting shirt.

In one swift motion she lifted it up and over her head, peeling the top off and simultaneously flexing every perfectly sculpted muscle that her upper body had to offer. Her black sports bra didn’t hide the hard nipples poking through that betrayed her own arousal, but with this enticing new display of feminine power Daniel had her beat. He rocked his hips and clenched his thighs; he could feel his tiny balls tightening and felt a familiar, humiliating rush that elicited a soft, involuntary noise.

“Aa-aahn!” Daniel moaned out, sticky warmth spreading across the front of his shorts as a noticeable dark wet spot appeared.

He came without a hand being laid on him, and Claire crooned, a delighted gasp slipping past her lips as her smile widened.

“Oh my God,” She marveled at Daniel’s mess. “And I didn’t even get my bra off!”