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Teaching a Lesson Part 02
🕑 Added 2020-07-07 02:34:27 +0000 UTCIt was a bit weird for Mr. Duport to be looking down on nearly all the students. By senior year, almost everyone was just as tall if not taller than him. But now, after Cody had changed him, he was far taller than most of them. And with his wide shoulders and thick muscles, most people moved out of his way naturally. Even though he didn’t have the abs or cut definition, he almost liked it more as the size called more attention to him.
Mr. Duport headed to his English class and sat down at the desk. He looked over the app a little more. All it was was a blinking line with grayed out words, ‘What would you like to change?’ His body naturally flexed, thinking about how different it was now. He didn’t feel like he weighed any lighter, but instead of thick bulky fat, he was filled with hard dense muscle. There was a bit of fat on top of all the muscle, but he didn’t mind. If anything it made him feel stronger.
He sat down at his desk and looked over the class. So many of the seniors looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there. Though Mr. Duport knew the feeling. Most of them called it Senioritist, but he called it life.
“Good morning, Mr. Duport,” Justin walked in the classroom. The slacker didn’t normally do anything like that. His average grades and scrawny body should have made him want to be more of a wallflower. Yet, he still had the confidence of someone twice his size. That might have been because he followed Cody around like he was a lost puppy.
“Good morning Justin,” Mr. Duport responded.
Justin didn’t go to his seat. Instead he leaned in over the desk between them. His hands looked grabby and Mr. Duport moved the phone into a more secure position. “Is that really Cody’s phone?”
“It is…” Mr. Duport said.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Justin tried his best not to shout. “You’ve got to change me back. Please! I can’t be this anymore!”
“Huh?”
Justin nearly leapt over the desk in frustration. “You can’t be serious! I was a football star! I had all the ladies following me and begging to see me after practice! Now look at me…”
Mr. Duport felt a laugh escape him. He couldn’t control it as it left his lungs. Just the thought of a guy like Justin wanting to be with a woman was too funny not to laugh at. He’d been following around Cody for years, waiting for him to give him the time of day. “Sorry,” the teacher faked a cough when he saw Justin’s glare.
“Please,” Justin begged. “You’ve got to change me back…”
Mr. Duport let out a long sigh. “Fine…” Justin’s eyes lit up. “But how’s your paper going?”
“Paper?” it was like it was the first time Justin had heard anything about it.
“Yes, your paper. The one that’s due Friday. The one that I assigned a month ago. How’s it going?”
“Go-good,” Justin lied. He wasn’t very good at it either.
“Oh? What’s it about?”
“Oh… You know… Uhhh… Civil rights and whatever,” Justin couldn’t look his teacher in the eyes. His entire body turned away.
“Oh? And what specifically?” Mr. Duport pressured, knowing full well that wasn’t even the topic.
A series of stammers and ‘uh’s filled the silence. Until Justin finally gave in. “I haven’t done anything! Alright! I was hanging out with Jennifer all weekend and forgot all about it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Mr. Duport said.
“Okay?” Justin was a bit skeptical about why his teacher would be so okay with him waiting until the last minute to work on his project.
“Okay,” Mr. Duport confirmed. He stood up from his desk, drawing the attention of the entire class. Normally he’d have to have cleared his voice or said something before getting about half of their attention but everyone seemed to be drawn to him. “So, it’s been brought to my attention that some of you might need a little bit of help working on your ‘Future Self’ project. How many of you have even started?”
He looked around the room and only saw one of the students half heartedly raise their hand. “Great…” he grumbled. “Well, how about instead of what we were going to normally work on, we work on that a bit more now? Get out a piece of paper and start writing down.”
“Sir?” Rob raised his hand. “What if..? What if I already did so?” he was normally a bit skittish but even more so now that Mr. Duport stood a good foot and a half taller than him.
“You can just look it over and make sure that everything’s alright. We’ll do some presentations in a half an hour. Okay?” Rob nodded at Mr. Duport’s statement. “And you,” Mr. Duport put his attention back down at Justin. “I’ll make it so whatever you write will become true. Okay?”
Justin couldn’t help but chuckle to himself in joy as he thought about all the things he was going to write. It was the first time Mr. Duport had ever felt like he’d seen the student excited. The teacher rolled his eyes. He wasn’t about to let Justin’s laziness reward him. It was just so annoying to watch him try to succeed without any real effort. But he had the Chronivac to play around with.
After the 30 or so minutes were up, Mr. Duport stood back up from his desk. His mere presence was able to call everyone to attention. A smirk appeared on his face as he thought about just how much more they respected him more. “Alright. Looks like almost all of you have something written down. So how about we have a few present their ideas to the class? Sound good?” The class let out a groan. No amount of magic or technology could make students want to present in front of others. “How about you Rob? You were the only one who was ready before we started. Why don’t you go first?”
“Should I?” he squeaked. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”
“Of course it is!” Mr. Duport said. “Go on. Present for the class.”
Rob forced himself out of his seat. His body staggered with each step he took, face to the ground so he wouldn’t trip over any of the other student’s bags. When he finally made it to the front of the class, he stood behind the podium, gripping it for dear life. Eyes wide like a semi was barreling down at him in the middle of the road. He cleared his throat.
“Sir?” Rob addressed Mr. Duport.
“Is something wrong?”
Rob’s eyes scanned the paper. He looked confused. “I’m not sure this is mine…”
Mr. Duport acted surprised. “Really? Then whose is it?”
“I-I-I don’t know…” Rob answered.
“Hmmmm…” Mr. Duport looked around the classroom. “Did someone steal Rob’s paper? Angry that you didn’t do your homework? Fess up if you took his paper.” No one responded. “Hmmm… I don’t know Rob. Maybe you should just read it. Go on.”
Rob took a deep breath. “In the next ten years I see myself on stage as a bodybuilder.” Justin belted out a laugh, but no one else did. Rob stopped reading. “Sir?” He turned to the teacher. “I feel weird…”
“It’s okay. No one’s going to make fun of you,” Mr. Duport glared at Justin, shutting him up. “Go ahead and continue.”
“Right…” Rob took another deep breath. “In the next ten years I see myself on stage as a bodybuilder…” he continued going in on his diet and exercise regime. When he spoke about using the college gym, while taking his accounting classes, his face started to change. The wide eyes and delicate features carved out into something far more stoic. His eyes naturally narrowed while his jawline sharpened.
Muscles started building underneath his medium sized super hero t-shirt. Years of his life were silently ticking away, but every single one of his muscles was growing to fulfill that prediction. Scrawny and thin arms were bulging out of his sides. From barely even being thicker than his bones into 20 inch guns that would strain any sleeve. His shoulders widened to fill door frames and thick heavy pecs hung out in front of him.
The shirt he was wearing was having trouble containing his body. Stretch and straining against the growth underneath. It rose higher and higher, showing off another block of his hard blocky abs. Even though Rob didn’t seem to notice the growth, his body was reacting by slightly back and forth. The more he moved the more the shirt ripped, until it finally burst off his body.
“Sorry,” he grunted. There was more confidence in his voice as he continued reading. The change didn’t bother him in the slightest. But it could have been that his shoes had already done something similar. His feet were rapidly growing to be able to hold up his massive body. The size 8’s that he normally wore, wouldn’t be able to contain just how much larger his feet had gotten. It started with just his toes sticking out of the front but rapidly grew to be that the entire tennis shoe wouldn’t be able to fit his massive feet.
“And that’s what it will take to be a bodybuilder,” Rob finished off his speech. Suddenly confusion filled his eyes as he looked over the class. As a 28 year old bodybuilding stud, he wasn’t sure why he was in there.
“Excellent job,” Mr. Duport said. “Go ahead and show us some poses.” Mr. Duport grabbed his phone and started typing in that Rob was back down to his 18 year old self. With each pose, his hyper-inflated muscles started to tone down to something more manageable. They thinned out enough so he wouldn’t have to walk around with a waddle and his arms naturally rested at his sides. But he was still large and easily in charge of any gym. A sleeveless shirt with the same super hero logo appeared on around his chest and his shorts didn’t cling to his thick quads anymore. Instead of tennis shoes, he elected to walk around the campus in sandals. No one seemed to complain about the smell it put off.
Justin’s hand shot up. “Can I go next?” he was the only person in the room that could remember what Rob was like before. And the greed in his eyes, only made him all the more annoying.
“Of course,” Mr. Duport said.
“Awesome!” Justin rushed up to the podium and set his paper down. He cleared his throat. “In the next ten years, I’m going to be--” he cut himself off and stared at the sheet of paper in front of him. His voice seemed to have gotten caught in his throat and he didn’t want to read the next word.
“Something wrong?” Mr. Duport pried. “This is a paper about what you’re going to be.” He set down his phone and crossed his arms. “Right?”
“Right… But…” Justin’s eyes scanned the paper. His confidence was rapidly drying up. “But this isn’t mine…”
Mr. Duport let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t well acted, but it didn’t need to be. “And then whose is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know! But this isn’t mine. I’ll just--”
“Read the paper,” Mr. Duport said.
Justin’s body stiffened. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. “In the next ten years…” there was a bit of a stutter as he was trying to avoid finishing the sentence. “In the next ten years I’m going to be Rob’s little bitch. I’m going to make sure to give him everything that he needs to grow big and strong and whenever he needs a release, I’ll be there to take it all. I love feeling his hard defined muscles and I only want to make them grow even bigger. Just being in the same room is hard because I can barely control myself. My dick gets so hard and sensitive…”
His skinny body was starting to loosen up a bit but that was just because he was pressing his dick between his two legs trying to keep himself from cumming but it only made him even hornier. He could feel sweat dripping between his asshole, turning him on even more. “Mr. Duport…” Justin whined. The rest of the class was laughing as his face went red. Though, his legs hadn’t stopped grinding and even a hand was starting to drift down to touch his sensitive cock.
Mr. Duport simply crossed his arms. “Was this assignment a joke to you?”
“But…”
“I’m sorry Mr. Duport. I put him up to that,” Rob lied. Mr. Duport hadn’t meant for that to happen. He only meant to make it so Justin would still be gay and fawn over Rob, but how Mr. Duport worded his change, it seemed to make Rob want to start dating Justin. And what else would be cuter than a couple getting together after making a fool of himself confessing his sexual desires in front of class.
Mr. Duport stifled his laughter. “Okay. Fine, it was kind of funny. But I do expect a real report by Friday. Got it?”
“Got it!” the two replied in unison.
“Good,” Mr. Duport smiled. The bell rang. “Same goes with all of you. Make sure to write exactly what you want in ten years.”
“Yes sir,” the class responded. Mr. Duport watched Justin try to glare at him as he walked out of the class room, but as soon as Rob wrapped his muscular arm around his shoulders, it was impossible for the little twink to hold anything other than a smile. His small hands ran up and down Rob’s thick muscular chest. And all Mr. Duport could wonder what he was going to do with this thing for the rest of the day.
Comments
Henry Cavanaugh
Another fantastic chapter! I’m really enjoying this series!
