Teaching a Lesson Part 11 -- Fin

Cody plopped down on the bench still breathing rather hard. He’d really spent himself on that sex with Vance and was just barely recovering. But after all the things that he heard Cody had changed, he wasn’t going to make it any easier on him. “So now what?” Cody huffed out. 

“Why’d you do it?”

“Do it?” Cody laughed. “C’mon man. You’ve had my phone all day. Do you really think I don’t think that you used it too? Cause it’s fun! That’s why! And I was finally going to do something really nice but then you have to go and screw it up…” he took a breath. “Fuck you by the way.”

Mr. Duport rolled his eyes. “What else were you going to change about me?”

“Basically just make it so all the male teachers wanted to get fucked by you. You’d have them all lining up to take your cock. And then I’d have all the female ones to myself,” Cody said. “Thought it’d be funny to watch all those jackasses actually pay for once.”

“But you’d already changed so much about them,” Mr. Duport said.

“So?” Cody sounded so indignant. “Why should I care? They were assholes.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Jesus! Out of all the teachers I figured you’d at least understand a little. But I guess not. It’s almost the end of the school day. Just give me back my phone.”

“Understand?” Mr. Duport was taken aback. “You’ve got to be joking! Do you understand what it’s like to see guys like you walk around like you own the place? Like come on!”

“Just give me my phone,” Cody repeated.

“One more thing…” Mr. Duport said as he began typing again. 

“Wait... What’s going on?” Cody took a step back, unsure what was really happening. His body felt so strange all of a sudden.

“You said I don’t know what it’s like. Well, I’m a bit curious if you know what it’s like to be me.”

“No… You can’t do this!” Cody stomped his foot. In the mirror he could see his body getting just a little older. Every couple of seconds was like another year gone. In his twenties, he easily kept those hard defined muscles. The young handsome face looked more masuculine and attractive. But by thirty, that youthful endurance and metabolism were rapidly starting to wane. Beer, pizze and soda were taking over as his belly started to bloat out in front of him. 

It was like a dam breaking. All of a sudden his belly was growing faster. Thick fat covering up those abs into a gut. A big ball of a fat that held tightly against him. It didn’t mean he wasn’t still strong as fuck, as thick meaty arms and legs still held him up. But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same sexiness he was used to. Instead he could feel all the weight covering his body making it harder to move. All that mobility and flexibility, gone for just raw strength, and even that wasn’t what it used to be.

“This can’t be happening,” he grunted as his hairline receded. It was barely noticeable at first. Just a small dent in his luscious brown hair. He ran his fingers through it, feeling the hair fall out until it was just a shiny dome on top of his head. “Make it stop!” Cody roared.

But all he got back was an unimpressed smirk. Because the exact opposite was happening to Mr. Duport. His body was growing younger at the same rate. The age lines on his face straightened out. While his extra weight pulled in to show off more definition in his muscles. Even though his body fat percentage was still in the double digits, it didn’t mean that Cody couldn’t see the man’s abs through his shirt.

“And why would I do that?” he asked. The sleeves of his shirt disappeared to show off his massive arms better. His muscles grew more defined as the extra weight disappeared. Thick biceps and triceps, a chest that had two defined pecs pushing out in front of him, legs where you could count the quads and calves that were perfectly diamond shaped. His hair flipped up with gel in it making it nice and slick looking.

“Because I’m your father Trenton!” 

Cody paused hearing himself say the words. Did he really just say that? The new history was setting in where he’d hooked up with some girl when he was feeling really lonely but he couldn’t remember all the details too clearly. 

The bell rang. School was over. “Here’s your phone back, pop.” Trenton tossed it to him. Cody fumbled with it and then looked back at Trenton. “You can try to change it back if you want…”

Cody tried using his fat fingers to open up the Chronivac. He was so pissed off that he was barely thinking straight. And with how small he phone was in his massive meaty hands, he kept hitting wrong letters making it so no change could occur. “Damn it…”

“Oh. One more thing. Delete the Chronivac.”

Cody hit the back button on his phone, went to settings, and deleted the app. “What!?” he gasped as he watched the bar fill up and say, ‘app deleted.’ “You can’t…” he whined. 

“But I did,” Trenton couldn’t believe how weak the massive man sounded. He could probably punch through a cement wall and now his voice raised so much to whine that he wouldn’t get what he wanted. “Don’t act so sad pop. All I did was put your life on track to be 50 and then have me as a perfectly handsome 18 year old. And damn… Did you have some good genes.” 

Trenton took the chance to examine his slightly changed face. He looked quite a bit more like Cody had in his youth. He liked the firm jawline compared to the weak one he’d had growing up. Maybe just a little bit more bulk compared to Cody’s cut muscles. “So that means you can still get that body back that you want,” Trenton continued. “Just have to work for it…”

“You little bastard!”

“Ah. Ah. Ah,” Trenton waggled his finger. “Just remember I can always make it worse.” He held up his phone and shook it back and forth. “From now on you’re going to be a great daddy. Got it?”

Cody felt his hands flex as he wanted to still wring Trenton’s neck. But he couldn’t do it. That’s not what a good dad would do. He grit his teeth and smiled. “Course I will son,” he pat his son’s wide shoulder and gave him a smile. “Only the best for you.”

“Oh!” Coach Malin stepped back into the weight room. “There you are Mr. Duport. I’ve been looking all over for you! Trenton,” he paused looking at the handsome young man with a wry smile. The sex still slightly on his mind. “We’ve got to get ready for practice but some of the guys are still acting like they don’t want to play. They’re so small and weak I don’t really blame them though...”

“It’s fine,” Mr. Duport grunted. “I’ll take care of it.”

Trenton cleared his throat. “I think I can help too.”

“Would you? It’d be nice to have someone who actually knows how to play on the team…” Coach Malin said.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll make sure everyone’s ready for the game…” Trenton went back to his phone ready to type away.