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Teaching a Lesson Part 07
🕑 Added 2020-07-22 03:33:22 +0000 UTCAfter seeing how Lucas reacted to Jeffrey, a weird thought entered into his mind. A few days prior, Trent had been sent to the in school suspension for trying to start a fight with Cody. There’d always been rumors about Trent being a bit of a bully, but none of the teachers did anything about it because he always picked on guys bigger than him. And it didn’t make much sense to stop him, because it always tried to be physical. He was so small and weak that a simple shove away would make it impossible for him to really do any damage.
However, when he’d confronted Cody, he just wouldn’t stop. Half the school could hear him screaming his head off on how it wasn’t fair and that Cody was supposed to be a pussy. At the time it was so laughable. But now? Not so much.
Mr. Duport walked down the hall to the office, where the ISS room was located. “Mis-Mister Duport? What can I do you for?” Josh asked. The office aid sat out in front of the door, ‘guarding it.’ It was just a student job like any other student teacher, but he got to help sort some files for about ten minutes and then was given free reign to do homework for the rest of the time. He surprisingly did do it. One of the few smaller guys who actually did.
“Just here to see Trent,” Mr. Duport said. He continued walking towards the door, but was abruptly stopped by Josh. Despite being less than half the teacher’s size, Josh made a better wall than he should have. But it wouldn’t have taken much effort to move.
Josh adjusted his glasses. “I’m sorry sir, but if you have something to give him, that’s supposed to be my job.”
A smile appeared on Mr. Duport’s face as he saw the student taking his job far more seriously than he was supposed to. Even sticking his hand out to make more of a barrier. Mr. Duport knew he wasn’t supposed to disturb the students in ISS. Even the slightest distraction would have them going off topic for the rest of the day. “I just need to talk to Trent.”
Josh winced at the comment, but stood firm in front of Mr. Duport. “I can’t let you do that… It’s against the rules. You need to talk to Officer Steel or Principal Shitbag if you want to meet with someone in ISS.”
“Move out of my way Josh,” Mr. Duport ordered. He felt a bit bad about saying it. This is the first time Mr. Duport had seen Josh stand up to anyone. His small weak little frame made it impossible for him to have the confidence of someone like Cody. Yet, he still fought the order. Trying whatever he could to not listen. “It’s okay,” the teacher put his hands on Josh’s shoulders. “I’ll make sure you don’t get in trouble. Just let me pass.”
“But…” Josh’s body took a step to the side, allowing Mr. Duport to pass.
“Just work on something. I’ll be out before you realize it. Rather, don’t think about me until I’m outside. Okay?” Mr. Duport said.
“Okay,” Josh agreed.
Mr. Duport never figured any of the seniors would take their ‘work studies’ seriously. It was supposed to be another free hour and sometimes they grade homework when the teacher didn’t want to. Instantly the three guys turned towards Mr. Duport. The small room wasn’t really built for more than four people and Mr. Duport seemed to take up three of those spaces. “Afternoon,” he nodded.
“DUDE! Is it fuckin true? You really got the Chronivac from Cody?” Trent asked.
“I did,” Mr. Duport slid it out of his pocket and showed it off.
“AWW SHHHEEIT! Out of everyone, didn’t think some bitch ass teach like you would get it off him,” Trent laughed to himself. “No offense.”
“None taken,” Mr. Duport’s face flattened. He could hear the other two guys in the room trying their best not to laugh.
“But explains how ya got past limp dick out there. Fuckin pansy thinks he’s in charge or whatever jus cause,” Trent continued.
“It is his job…”
Trent rolled his eyes. Then went to change the subject. “So whatcha want with me? You gonna change me back or sumthin? Cause damn, would I appreciate that shit. I can’t stand being this pussy ass simp. God fuckin damn. A girl walks up next ta me and I can’t help but cream myself. It’s embarrassin.”
“Sounds like it,” Mr. Duport muttered. Every teacher in the school knew that he had to be at least five feet from a girl otherwise he couldn’t help himself. And to make it worse, it wasn’t just once. Somehow his body seemed to reload and fire at an almost breakneck pace. If he lasted more than five minutes before messing himself again, that was considered amazing. And it wasn’t like it was a little bit.
Luckily he’d be gone the next year. He could only fail so many times before even the government would have kicked him out of school. “Anyways,” Mr. Duport continued. “I need some information. If you tell the truth and it’s what I want to hear, I’ll give you your body back. Maybe a bit more. But if it’s not? You stay like this. Okay?”
“How do I know you ain’t lyin?”
“An example?” Mr. Duport asked. “Fine.” He went back to his phone and started typing into it. The two guys behind him were Trent’s boys. Mr. Duport was always sad it wasn’t as gay as it sounded. The three seemed to do everything together. But Mr. Duport was about to change it ever so slightly to give those two a few extra things in common along with the changes. Not that Trent needed to know.
Mr. Duport hit enter and watched as Trent’s eyes went wide. The two guys he’d always hung out with were changing. Their small petite bodies were quickly packing on muscle and weight. Antoine had more muscle as his thin waist but wide shoulders filled out the small space in front of him. His thick pecs pushed hard against the red sleeveless shirt he was wearing. But it was still his arms that would draw people’s attention. Even without flexing, those massive arms were a sight to behold.
Meanwhile, Marquis was rapidly bulking up. His extra weight was turning into strength. Without his thin waist, he’d be a perfect block in any football game. Strong broad shoulders, thick and powerful waist, with even stronger thighs and calves to push back even the strongest of guys. And the solid set of black facial hair around his rounded face only made him all the more intimidating.
“HOLY SHIT!” Trent shouted in excitement. “You really did!”
“Dude, shut up,” Marquis scolded.
“Yeah. Don’t get us in more trouble…” Antoine added.
“The fuck’s your problem?” Trent stared them down but they went back to doing the homework in front of them. Their massive bodies scrunched up as much as they possibly could to fit in the small desk but still couldn’t fit. Their shoulders filled any empty space and were even touching as they tried to keep themselves small.
Mr. Duport stepped in between them, calling Trent’s attention back to him. “Don’t worry about them. If you tell me what I want to hear, you’ll grow back to normal. Maybe even a bit more. Okay?”
“Fuck yeah man! Whatcha wanna know?”
“Where’d Cody get this?”
“Fuck… I don’t know… Just one day showed up with that and started changin people. Thought it’d be real fuckin funny if I’d be able to see all the changes and shit. Afta he changed me into this little fuckin dork,” Trent pulled his shirt as though to emphasize just how small he was. But even after that little bit, his body started to grow. “Oh fuck…” it was a mild moan as he watched two minor pecs start to form. The little bit of muscle was enough to excite him.
“And what else did he change?” Mr. Duport tried to get Trent back on subject.
“Oh shit man! So much. Like all that shit with Officer Fuckface and Principal Shitbag. My ideas…” Mr. Duport eyes narrowed at the humble brag. Trent couldn’t feel the growth he’d felt just moments before and just kept talking. “Changed Officer Franklin into officer fudge. Guy kept gaining weight over and over again. Cody thought that shit was hilarious. And then made Principal Stein into such a weak little softy. Can’t handle even the slightest bit of confrontation.”
Trent kept his own feelings about the matter to himself. Though a mild smile still peaked through as he thought about being able to scare his principal with just a mean look. But then there was the feeling of his body growing again. Muscles built upon muscles, filling out the sleeveless shirt that had always made him look so tough. The tattoos he’d gotten around his arms made him look tough instead of a poser again. He craved more.
“So,” Trent continued, “Cody’s just been going around changing whatever he wants around people. After he changed the officer and principal, I told him to stop,” because Trent was the next one on the chopping block, “but he just wouldn’t listen to me.” Again his muscles were starting to grow. The lean lithe muscles that lined his frame bulked out. Rounding out more. Being more for showing off and bragging than necessarily for functional use. His arms pushed past 15 inches around while his shirt was pressing hard against the thin straps holding up his shirt. It even rose slightly showing off the bottom layer of his growing six pack.
He kept his moans to himself but the growing rod between his legs was far harder to hide. It was rapidly losing space between his legs. He couldn’t believe it when Cody had turned on him. Sure, Trent hadn’t been the best of friends with the guy, but he’d wondered why he’d ask for so much advice only to turn him into such a shrimp. And then make him remember feeling all those muscles draining away. It was so fast. He was eye to eye with Cody only to be staring up at him and feeling like an absolute wimp.
“Any other changes?”
“Mostly just making all the girls fall for him. But he changed himself to be so hot, even I can’t not rub one out to him from time to time. Fucking--” Trent saw Mr. Duport’s eyes narrowed and cut off the slur from his sentence. But he could feel the growth inside him again. The subtle pumping of blood, filling his muscles with more power. Slowly they pulsed bigger and bigger. His body filling the empty space around him in the tiny room. All four of the guys were practically on top of each other.
Trent couldn’t help but do a few flexes as he felt the overwhelming power again. It was even more than he’d had before Cody had shrunk him. Thick powerful muscles filled every bit of his body and he wanted the world to see their glory. “Oh fuck yeah,” he celebrated his 19 inch arms. Just under what the bodybuilders had.
But he was also happy that his clothes fit him again. No longer was he half his size wearing sleeveless shirts that might as well have been dressed on him. Now they were packed with his beefy body. Testing the limits of the fabric and trying to fight the urge not to bust out of them. The only problem was his shoes, but the slight tightness against his toes was so much better than struggling to keep his shoes from falling off his feet.
“Yeah?” Mr. Duport crossed his arms against his chest. “And were you a bully before Cody changed you?”
“Course I was. So many dorks around this school needed to know who’s boss,” Trent bragged. But his mouth dropped when he understood what he’d actually said. “No! Wait!” he tried to fix the situation but his lies wouldn’t come out. Normally, he could convince the teachers or at the very least get them to let him go. But the small smirk out of Mr. Duport’s mouth was telling him that there wasn’t a thing he could say that would get him to stop.
That’s when he felt it. The same feeling a week prior. Slowly his 19 inch arms pulled back into his body. The tightness around his shirt and shorts ever so slightly looser. It wasn’t the clothes growing bigger but him smaller.
“Continue,” Mr. Duport said.
Trent felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. He tried to distract, change the subject, lie, but nothing came out. He could feel the words on the tip of his tongue. Words that would condemn him. “I…” he cleared his throat. Nothing but the truth could come out. “I bullied some of the students. Yes.”
Fear rattled him. He could clearly see over his pecs again. His shoulders weren’t nearly as wide. And hands looked a bit softer. The hard calluses that had built up from ‘working out’ were disappearing. “Now…” he stumbled over the word as his shoes felt loose again. Taking a step towards the teacher who was starting to tower over him again felt so strange. “Now wait a second…”
“Did you find it fun using your size and strength to make other students feel unsafe?”
Another bead of sweat. Trent could feel the cold splash of water trace the outline of his face. The hard masculine angles of his brow all the way down to his chin. All of which were rounding out. Softening to something more cute. “I… I wouldn’t say--”
“Yes or no?”
“Y-yes,” Trent couldn’t avoid it. His mind wouldn’t let him. And his body suffered for it. All those muscles he’d just gained were gone again. The hard round definition that would have made him stand out in a crowd, pulled in and replaced with next to nothing. No more strength than what was needed to move his skeletal structure. Hell, you could see more bones poking pressing against his skin than actual muscle.
One of straps holding up Trent’s sleeveless shirt drifted over his shoulder. “But… But I answered all your questions…”
“And I didn’t like a lot of the answers,” Mr. Duport growled back.
Trent felt his body start shaking. The power behind the teacher’s voice reverberated off his core. Or maybe it was because someone at least three times his size was giving him an order. He felt his mind go blank at the thought of talking back.
“Now, you’re going to be a good student and do all your work. Got it? You can still work out in the gym with the other guys if you want,” Mr. Duport said.
Trent went back to his section of the room and started working on the assignments he’d been given. “But…”
“Shut up!” the two other guys shouted at him. He did as he was told and went back to his assignment.
Mr. Duport left the ISS room and saw Josh trying to read a book. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw the densely muscle packed young man squeezed into the chair with the tiny book in his hands. The thick squared glasses added an almost cuteness factor to his square masculine face. “Oh sir!” he stood up quickly, nearly bumping his head on a shelf above him. His eyes glared at it almost like it was at fault instead of his size.
“Yes?”
“Uhh…” Josh walked around the desk, with a sticky note. His arms filled the sleeves of his XL shirt and chest pushed hard against it. There was a lot of empty space as the two thick pecs went well past his 32 inch waist. He had to walk with a bit of a waddle as his quads fought for room. “Principal Shitbag wanted to see you…”
“Did he now..?” Mr. Duport looked over the passive aggressive sticky note. Really calling it aggressive was a bit of a misnomer as the shakiness from the handwriting made it all the less threatening. And with half the words being, ‘Please,’ and, ‘thank you,’ littering the small amount of space.
“Yeah,” Josh said. He looked longingly back to the ISS door.
“You know… Trent could probably use some help on his homework…” Mr. Duport said. “He looked like he was struggling a bit when I left.”
“Yeah?!” Josh tried to play off his excitement, but a bit of red still covered his cheeks. Despite growing so much, he was still rather passive.
“Yeah,” Mr. Duport smirked. “Just remember--”
“No touching. I got it. He’s so hard to calm down when he gets worked up…” Josh flexed his thick arm, showing Mr. Duport he knew what the teacher was going to say. “I’ll make sure he does well though.”
“Glad to hear it,” the teacher pat his shoulder and headed for the principal’s office.
