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Teaching A Lesson Part 05
🕑 Added 2020-07-16 03:49:34 +0000 UTCMr. Duport loved seeing Paul start to grow back to his normal size. He always looked so much more depressing when he was only three and a half feet tall. And with how much Andrew seemed to be making him happy, Paul would be back to normal before too long. Even as the bell rang, Andrew hadn’t let Paul out from under his arm. Nor did it look like Paul wanted to leave as he nuzzled closer to the other man’s body.
The other students left and that meant it was time for Mr. Duport’s break before 5th period. He struggled a bit to get himself out of the booth and then stretched to the sky. His old body would have never had any trouble with a booth like that. Though, the compromise didn’t seem all that bad. It also meant he was easily spotted.
“There he is,” Cody shouted as Officer Fuckface followed closely behind. The massively overweight resource officer waddled slowly behind him. He was barely even 5 feet tall but somehow had gotten himself to almost 300 pounds. It was a miracle he was still alive, let alone wandering around the school like he had been.
“He-llo… Mis-ter… Du-port…” he huffed and puffed out each of the words as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh fuck me…” he groaned and leaned his body back into a chair. His eyes traced both Cody and Mr. Duport and a grin grew on it. The sour moods on their faces gave him his answer. “Right. Not the time,” he added.
Mr. Duport crossed his arms, hiding the phone under his armpit. “What seems to be the problem?”
Officer Fuckface was still panting as he tried to speak so Cody took over. “You still have my phone! Give it back!”
“Phones aren’t supposed to be used during school hours,” Mr. Duport said sternly.
Cody’s hands flexed into fists. A low but audible growl came out of him. “Just wait until I get my phone back…”
“You won’t change anything about me, unless I say so,” Mr. Duport said. “Got it?”
For a second Cody was taken aback. His mind seemed to have gone blank. He was clearly thinking of all the nasty things he would have wanted to do to Mr. Duport, but none of them would materialize. His face frowned harder. “You’ve got to be shitting me! Give me back my phone!”
“Step off,” Mr. Duport ordered. Cody took a step back. “You’re not getting your phone back until the end of the day. And if you keep up this childish act up you won’t get it back till tomorrow. And if you still can’t control yourself, I’ll keep it till the end of the year.”
“You can’t do that!” Cody shouted, stomping his foot to make his point but only making himself look more like a child.
“You’re not supposed to…” Officer Fuckface added. He’d almost caught his breath completely as he had been sitting watching the two argue.
“You’ll look the other way,” Mr. Duport said. “If Cody can’t control his temper and thinks that everything should just go his way, I don’t think he deserves things like this.” He waggled the phone in both their faces, bragging that he had it. “He needs to learn a bit of respect.” Cody flexed his hands again. They were looking awfully grabby. “Don’t. You won’t be able to use your phone until I give it back to you.”
“You’ve…” Cody paused. His mouth hung slack. “You’ve got to be joking. What the fuck man…”
Mr. Duport puffed out his chest. He suddenly felt a lot stronger. The feeling of telling Cody off was more empowering than he ever thought it could be. “Phones aren’t supposed to be used during school hours. Now go to class.”
“But… But…” Cody tried to disobey the order. He was still facing towards Mr. Duport but feet were walking in the opposite direction. “I’ll get you back! I swear I will!” Cody shouted as he left the cafeteria.
“Wow…” Officer Fuckface said. “I’ve never thought anyone could tell that man off. He’s so cool and tough that I thought he pretty much ran the school.”
“Not any more…” Mr. Duport grumbled.
“But did you really confiscate his phone?” the officer leaned forward in his chair. His short but incredibly stout stature made it creak under his weight. Fat was rolling over the sides, while his blue shirt barely contained any of it. “Was he using that future predicting app again?”
“The future predicting app?” Mr. Duport looked a bit skeptical.
“Yeah! The one that’s supposed to predict the future,” he repeated. “He used it on me last week. Well first it didn’t make much sense. Cause all that came up was that my name was Smalldick Fuckface and that I weighed 330 pounds and was only 5 feet tall. But then he and a few of his friends started laughing about something. And I was a bit curious. So they said it was going to predict the future. That I’d make a mess of myself when I was talking to Mrs. Brimstone. And that I’d drop my lunch all over myself. And that over the next year I’d gain another 100 pounds.
“Well,” the officer continued, “I didn’t think much of it till Mrs. Brimstone approached me for a question about Cody and then my mind started to wander and I couldn’t help but think about if I looked half as good as Cody if she might like me as much. And…” He blushed and continued talking. “Then at lunch I tripped over my own feet and fell into my lunch. And I’ve been tracking my weight because the doctor’s been telling me I ain’t healthy. I know that much but I jus can’t seem to lose any. And…” he took a breath. “Over the last week, I’d gone and gained another 2 pounds. I talked to Mr. Bunton about it and he says that that’s on track for being 100 pounds by next year… I don’t know what I’m going to do…”
Mr. Duport let out a disgruntled grunt. “Did he now?” He looked over the Chronivac a little more. Even if he didn’t know what Officer Fuckface was like before the change, he figured that must not have been who he was at all. And only now was he realizing just how weird of a name, Smalldick Fuckface was. Every time Mr. Duport had heard it, he figured he was just one of the unluckiest people to ever live, or he just had some really awful parents. But if it was actually Cody who changed him, then it made a bit more sense.
“Anyways…” Officer Fuckface hefted himself up from the chair. He let out a loud huff and groan as his weight shifted onto his feet. “I’d best get goin. Gotta still patrol them halls.”
“Hey,” Mr. Duport said. “You like Mrs. Brimstone right?”
“Oh golly,” Officer Fuckface blushed. The red filled his rounded cheeks and went all the way to his forehead. A bead of sweat dripped down formed along his thin hairline. “I mean she sure is awfully pretty. But I don’t think she’d eva go fur someone like me. Specially when she’s got Cody around…” His eyes glazed over a bit and a small wet spot formed between his legs.
“You sure?” Mr. Duport was typing away at the Chronivac. “Why don’t you describe what she did yesterday before you… Uhh… ‘Messed yourself.’”
“I… Uh…” Officer Fuckface cleared his throat. There was a bit more depth and gravel in it as he started speaking again. “I… Uhh…” Again he cleared his throat. Shaking his head and closing his eyes tightly as he tried to think about what had happened. Had he just been staring at Mrs. Brimstone like a dumbass and then came in his work pants? That didn’t sound right. He had more control than that. “Sorry,” he grunted.
“It’s fine,” Mr. Duport smiled watching his body change right before his eyes. The 5 foot police officer was rapidly growing taller. His limbs were stretching out and shifting the weight of his body. The round ball of fat surrounding his waist, thighs and butt, leaned out. His distending belly in front of him pulled closer and closer, while his arms and legs leaned out. Just by adding a foot to his height, everything about the way his body was shaped had changed. But he was still growing taller than that.
“Damn,” a devious smile crossed his face. “I don’t know if I should say it.” There was still a hint of embarrassment there, but instead of being racked with shame it had a sense of pride to it. Almost bragging what had happened. Sure, Mr. Duport knew what he was going to say, but he wanted to hear the officer say it. Especially as the fat whittled away from his body.
“C’mon man… Now you’ve got me interested,” Mr. Duport egged him on.
“Ok,” the smirk on the officer’s face only broadened. His stone cold face looked so soft and sweet as he did so. The aviator sunglasses dropped from his shaved head over his eyes to hide it. Yet somehow that thick lantern jawline and masculine brow still made him look all the more handsome. Mr. Duport might have said cute, if he wasn't so intimidating. “So… She’s a wiley one. More than I thought. I didn’t stand a chance. She comes up to me in the hall and pushes me against the lockers. Like I don’t care that’s she’s only 5’3” and weighs as much as one of my legs, she’s got some power behind that push. I didn’t even know what was going on before one of her hands was up my shirt and the other down my pants. Her red nail twisted around my nipple and I couldn’t stay soft. No man could.”
Mr. Duport smiled seeing the hard rod running down the officer’s right leg. The black dress pants he was wearing couldn’t properly hide the massive bulge.
“And when her other hand went down my pants... Don’t even know how she got the belt off…” Officer Fuckface smirked. He couldn’t maintain eye contact as a soft red colored his face. “But fuck man… It was out of this world. I couldn’t hold back. We’re supposed to be meeting up again. Her place. Supposedly he husband wants to meet me. Has a thing for cops...”
“Lucky you…” Mr. Duport elbowed the officer in the ribs. “But I don’t think you need to worry that weight Cody had ‘predicted.’ If it’s anything I’m sure it’ll all be muscle.”
“You think?” the officer threw up his bicep and gave it a flex. It tested the limits of his uniform. At 6’8” and 330 pounds he was still absolutely massive. His arms didn’t quite bulge the same way as a bodybuilder’s but there was clear strength and no one would want to be on the other side of his fist. Those mitts could probably wrap around a basketball if he wanted to. Or maybe he’d use those long thick fingers to burst open a watermelon.
Mr. Duport made sure he’d be gentle whenever the time called for it as well. “And Cody’s friends? Did they bother you any more?”
“Don’t know if it’s a bother,” Officer Fuckface laughed. “Even with that whole mess with Mrs. Brimstone, it’s always fun when they come around. I’ll probably miss ‘em when they graduate…” He kept his sly smile thinking a bit off in the distance about it.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Mr. Duport smirked. He made a few more changes to Officer Fuckface. Changing his name to Rod N. Steel. It’d be more pleasant calling him Officer Steel than Fuckface. He hoped the officer wouldn’t mind.
“We’ll see,” Officer Steel said. “Anyways, gotta go.” He limped out of the room trying to get his dick unstuck from his leg. The massive member ran down pretty far and the little room he had for his massive quads were taking up enough of it.
Comments
welan
I want to see Duport supervising detention !
