P.A.D.: Daniel, Part 2

PART 2

Daniel fully intended to give Clark a piece of his mind, the football player being the most convenient target as his pent-up frustrations with college life bubbled to the surface. While it was tough to stand up for himself while he was seated, he also knew that Clark had almost a foot of height on him. Maybe trying to appear more imposing wasn’t on the table, but he could still make his grievances known. Dan was still a little touchy from the bullying he had received during high school; the constant teasing about his size and fringe hobbies and interests made him easy bait, and while it never escalated to anything more physical than getting his books dumped onto the ground once or twice, he still kept himself guarded.

He opened his mouth to continue his poorly-planned tirade, ready to let loose an awkward speech about how Clark was trying to make him feel inferior and how hard it was being such a scrawny loser. Well, maybe he didn’t want to put it like that, but Dan was having a hard time not making himself seem pathetic. Thankfully he didn’t get the chance to embarrass himself further, his anger melting away into confusion when he noticed something peculiar happening atop Clark’s head.

“Your… hair?” Dan said as he extended a finger to point at the blonde fuzz that covered Clark’s scalp.

It was… growing. No longer buzzed down to near nothingness, he soon possessed a tousled mop of bright blonde hair. The sides remained short, then darkened in color until Clark was sporting a stylish two-toned undercut that looked out-of-character on the traditionally masculine jock. Despite Daniel’s confusion he had to admit that Clark pulled the look off well, but whatever force it was that was changing his hair seemed to be working its way down.

Clark’s face began to soften, his eyes widening and lashes growing longer, his nose shrinking slightly while his lips filled out and became a subtly richer shade of pink. His face kept a lot of its handsome angular features, his distinct cheekbones and sharp jaw working well with his smoother, more supple skin. It was giving him a more androgynous look, especially once the light stubble on his chin vanished. He began losing some of his bulk but his muscles became tighter and more defined, a powerful elegance to the way he was shaped as the distinctive ‘V’ that came with his broad shoulders and chest turned into more of an hourglass figure.

It was like his weight was being redistributed across his entire body, a lot of the mass from his torso looking like it was finding its way down into his legs. Daniel blushed as he watched the football player become steadily more bottom-heavy; his already strong legs were bulging, thighs and calves swelling like his gym routine had shifted to something a lot more squat-centric. Clark’s ass inflated into a proper bubble butt, round and taut and packed with firm, grabbable muscle, his pants hugging his larger cheeks in an enticingly distracting way. It was certainly distracting to Daniel, who was so caught up in admiring Clark’s shifting physique that he almost missed the most telling change to the other boy’s body.

At first it appeared that Clark’s pecs were growing larger, his t-shirt stretching across his chest as they began to push out against the thin cotton and pull the scoop-neck collar down lower and lower. Daniel gasped when he realized what was actually happening; Clark was growing boobs. Even as his shoulders slimmed down a little to give him a more athletic and less hulking silhouette, the jock’s chest was growing a pair of soft, baseball-sized breasts. The muscle behind his new rack helped them defy gravity in a way that made Daniel feel a little hot-and-bothered - sure, he had just rubbed one out right before Clark had barged in but this whole ordeal was proving to be as arousing as it was outright baffling.

Clark cleared his throat, indicating that Daniel had been caught staring, and the smaller boy also noticed a peculiar change in the jock’s neck. It was more slender, sure, but the distinct bulge of his Adam’s apple was gone.

“Eyes up here, little man,” Clark said in a husky but unmistakably feminine voice. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

 Clark stood with his - her - hands on her flared hips, looming over Daniel with an accusatory but playful smile at the corners of her lips. Dan was left staring up at an Amazon that looked like she could be Clark’s sister; she was still the same height as before, a fact that Dan found both intimidating and undeniably sexy. Suddenly he had a whole new perspective on her teasing, but was having more trouble than ever trying to find the right words.

What had happened? Had he finally cracked? Was college life too much for him? Daniel’s worries about his crumbling mental state were assuaged by the reminding buzz of the device still clutched in his palm. He glanced down at the little black card, staring in wonder at the updated holo-display that showed Clark’s new form.

“Claire Turner…?” He read the new name shown on the device out loud.

“Yeah dude? I’m right here,” Clark-turned-Claire said with a soft chuckle. “Did you hit your head while you were whacking it or something?”

“Wh-What…?”

“You look like one of the girls on the field hockey pitch after I knock their asses over,” She laughed. “Except they’re, y’know, bigger.”

Had the card done this? It was insane, but so was watching his dorm-neighbor morph into a strong, sexy coed right in front of him.

“I get it, dude. This is your room, you value your privacy, you can do whatever you want in here,” She said, walking over to his twin-sized mattress and plopping her perfectly-shaped backside on the edge of it. “But Goddamn, if you’re going to have girls over then you should at least try to hide your dirty spooge-napkins.”

Her words were playful ribbing but also an attempt at genuine advice. Daniel blinked, stuttered, and nodded; if he was bad at talking to girls before then he was even worse when trying to talk to this toned hottie that was inexplicably sitting in his room and critiquing his masturbation habits. His mouth went dry and he had to grab the glass of water he kept on his desk, gulping down a mouthful so he could go back to fumbling over himself in an attempt to make small talk.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I wasn’t expecting company…”

“Really?” Claire raised an eyebrow. “Because you had to buzz me in at the door, dude. They don’t just let girls into the boy’s dorm without a resident signing for them. So either you’re really bad at hiding your bad habits or you’re trying to gross me out.”

“What? N-No!” Daniel’s eyes went wide with worry. “I swear, I-”

“Relax, dude. Relax.” She laughed and waved a hand at him dismissively. “I grew up with four brothers. Christ, you should’ve smelled the house. I’m just busting your chops”

He let out a sigh of relief; at least Claire seemed cool. Or maybe he was just less agitated by the teasing when it was coming from a pretty girl.

“Now that you’ve got that out of your system,” She snickered and pointed to the wastebasket. “You wanna go over the American History homework, or what? Because I absolutely did not do the reading, so you’re gonna have to help me out here.”

Ah. That made a lot more sense now. They were study-buddies; history had been a passion-subject for Daniel for as long as he could remember, and apparently he had offered to help Claire with her homework because… well, look at her. He was surprised that he had managed to make the offer without making a fool of himself, but apparently Daniel had done something right if he had managed to get her to his dorm room.

“Sure, uh… Let me just…” He got up out of his chair and slipped the card into his pocket so that he could go and grab his textbook from the shelf it was sat upon.

He didn’t know how easy it would be to get through the material considering what had just transpired, but maybe engaging in something a little mundane would help ground him and keep his mind off of the-

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