Jake Landry
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Picture Perfect
🕑 Added 2018-11-03 02:53:28 +0000 UTCTiffany hid behind the corner outside the football locker room. There were only a couple of guys left before all of them would be out. She knew it would only be a matter of time before Hank would be coming out. Then she would go touch him and he’d be hers. It was going to be so easy.
She maintained her stern focus waiting. Out of all the cheerleaders she was probably the shortest. Her 5’3” stature made it easy for her to be thrown by the other girls. They all appreciated the fact that she was so light. It was just sad how few girls were on the team. When she started it seemed so like such a big team but thinking about it no one really left. It was just the six girls. Luckily they were all dedicated and performed really well.
The door to the locker room opened suddenly. Downing her potion she knew Hank would be leaving the gym soon. However only the coaches were leaving. She saw Ryan and asked about Hank.
“He’s not ready to leave yet. It’ll still be a little while,” Ryan said looking over at one of the coaches. “For some reason he wanted to take a shower.” The coach was starting to look a little frustrated with Tiffany asking so many questions. “Anyway I gotta go.” Ryan ran off right behind the coach.
Tiffany pouted. She didn’t know how long she should have to wait for Hank. The big jock had a lot to wash and she didn’t have all the time in the world. She also didn’t know if there was a time limit on the potion. If she waited too long would it wear off? Would it just keep going until she actually touched someone?
“Hey Tiffany!” Tiffany jumped at the sudden noise. She forgot that she was still in public. “Hey,” the girl repeated, “We were wondering if we could take a few photos for the newspaper. Corey here just started at the newspaper and is a pretty good photographer.”
Tiffany looked over at the girl she knew and her camera man. He looked like a scared child. The guy clearly had no confidence and ‘wasn’t a real man’ by any of her standards. He was only like a few inches taller than her. “I don’t know. I’m kind of doing something right now.”
Janet was about to speak but her friend just looked at Tiffany. “Please,” he said with such a defenseless tone in his voice she couldn’t say no. Sure it seemed like a bunch of “men” were being raised like pussies but the least she could do was take some pictures. It would only be a few minutes of her time.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Make it quick I’ve got something else to do.”
Joy flashed across the boy’s face. “Great I just need you to stand in front of the trophies and look interested in them.” Tiffany looks up at the trophies. She paused waiting for the clicks of the camera. “They look good.” Corey smiled as he looked through the photos he’d just taken.
“So they look fine?” Tiffany huffed. The two nodded as they looked through the slide show. She went back to looking at the locker door as the other two stood behind her looking at the photos. Curiosity was starting to overtake as she wondered if the photos were alright. She was starting to wonder if they were actually good. There’s no way she would want to end up in the newspaper if they weren’t any good. “Can I see?” she finally said.
“Sure thing Tiff,” Corey said. His high pitched voice ticked her off. Not to mention that he had just come up with the stupidest nick name she’d ever heard. Tiffany grabbed the camera out of his hands accidentally running her hand against his. She hadn’t even noticed as she looked through the photos. She looked good. Her short spikey hair and the light blond stubble around her handsome face made her look both authoritative but friendly.
But something about the picture seemed off. Tiffany couldn’t quite place it. For some reason it didn’t look like her. The 6’4” jock didn’t look like many other people though. Her confident, almost cocky but playful demeanor rubbed off on most the team. She had to put a couple of pictures of her flexing in her jersey; even if those would be for Corey’s private stash.
Tiffany paused. The thought she just had completely threw her mentality seemed to be shifting rapidly. More importantly there was something uncomfortable in her underwear right now. It was pushing hard against the fabric and didn’t seem to be going down.
“Everything alright?” Corey asked.
“Just give me a sec,” Tiffany demanded. “I need to go take a piss.” The other two gave her a confused look, “Go to the bathroom.” She corrected herself Darting toward the bathroom she locked the door. It was finally a moment to catch her breath. “Why am I thinking about a guy like this? I’m attracted to real men. Like Hank.” She smirked to herself, “Well Hank’s a bit of a bitch too.” Shock shot through Tiff as she realized what she had just said. Why would she say something like that? Sure it was a joke but she normally didn’t joke about things like that.
Rushing over to the sink she splashed her face with water. “What’s wrong with me?” she asked. As Tiff’s gaze raised up she nearly screamed. “Who is this,” her jaw fell as she looked in them mirror. If she didn’t know she was looking in a mirror she wouldn’t have known who she was. Her soft rounded jaw had formed sharp edges and a growing facial hair. It matched her blond hair that was rapidly pulling back into her head. It spiked up into tips. “What the hell?”
Her voice was deeper as she said it. She ran her hands over the more masculine face and looked down at her body. The cheer uniform had changed into a football jersey and pants matching the school colors. Her body was reforming to fill it. The chest she’d always thought was too small, lost their soft form. Those boobs had formed into thick pecs that pushed against her jersey. Her shoulders widened, designed for tackling other guys and bearing a large load. She tried to look down at her pecs to see what was in between his legs. With a quick swipe he could feel it harden again.
Tim’s thick dick sprang to life and almost made him fall over. Just thinking about that little dork bashfully hiding behind that girl wanting pictures of him made him rock hard. He gave it another tug feeling it come completely alive. His thick legs still held him up but the strength left him each time he thought of that dork running his tiny hands across his body. Tim tried to simulate it but the deep callouses in his hands weren’t the same.
The door to the bathroom opened. Tim stared at Corey for a few seconds. He was so cute compared to the guys he usually hung around with. The soft demeanor and overall nice attitude was a good break from the rough locker rooms. “You know Corey we can do something else real quick,” Tim’s smile completely disarmed the much smaller boy. “If you would want to, of course.”
Like a deer in the headlights, Corey’s body stood motionless. He had no idea how to respond. All kinds of sparks were shooting off as his dream guy stood in front of him offering him something he thought he’d never have. Tim realized just how bashful Corey was. He moved his massive body closer leaning his hand against the wall just over Corey’s shoulder.
“There’s absolutely no rush,” Tim gazed into Corey’s deep green eyes as he moved in even closer. Single syllables escaped the man’s mouth as he tried to grasp the situation. Tim leaned his mouth even closer to Corey’s. He was giving the other man plenty of time to back off at any moment. However Corey still didn’t move.
Tim finally took his chance and locked his lips with the other man. Feeling Corey’s tongue start engaging his he pulled Corey even closer. The little guy really knew how to follow Tim’s lead. With each movement Corey seemed to know exactly where to place his. He felt so in tune.
This was exactly what he wanted. Tim’s large hands started to find their way to Corey’s jeans. He unsnapped the top button and tried pulling them down a little bit. His hand touched Corey’s hard dick. “Feels good right?”
“Uh huh,” Corey’s mouth fell open as he moaned. His whole body went limp as Tim rubbed his meaty hand around it.
Tim had complete control over the other guy. He was so hard watching as the photographer laid limp against his body. It was too bad he didn’t have time to finish him off. “This is just a precursor,” he whispered into Corey’s ear. Tim maneuvered his hand off the hard rod and into Corey’s pocket. He pulled out Corey’s phone and rapidly put his own number into it. “Call me,” he smiled as he waltzed his way out of the bathroom.
Corey stared out watching the large man high five a couple of other jocks. Had that actually just happened? He still couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Are you done yet?” Janet glared at her friend. She could only think about what that dumb ass jock had just done. Corey shook his head. He didn’t know how to answer. “Were you even going to the bathroom?” He shook his head again at her question. “Damn it Tim. He’s such a fucking tease…” Corey nodded as he went back into the bathroom to finish what he was originally gone to do.
