Teaching a Lesson Part 08

Mr. Duport knocked on the principal’s door. He could hear the soft, ‘AH!’ that came from the other side as Principal Shitbag jumped from the unexpected noise. It always took him a few seconds to prepare himself as he sorted the papers or office supplies that had inevitably had thrown from the startle.

Eventually a, “C-c-come in,” came through the door. Principal Shitbag always tried to throw his voice, but the weak and breathy nature of it always made it fall so short. 

Slowly, Mr. Duport opened the door. He wasn’t sure how the principal treated his new, more commanding form. Even before when he was just an average guy with a bit of a belly, that man pretty much ducked in cover with him coming around. But now that he was a good foot taller and hundred and fifty pounds heavier with mostly muscle, he didn’t know if his boss would even come out from under his desk.

“Sir?” he tried to say it as softly as possible, but the principal still seemed to have been shaken up by it. The depth and baritone in his voice was already so dominating, but the sheer size difference between him and his boss made any less intimidating. Principal Shitbag was smaller than most of the freshmen when they entered the school.

Principal Shitbag readied himself again. His body was still shaking. “Yes. Hel-- Ple--Please… Could-- Would you… Please have--” Mr. Duport took a seat in front of the desk. “If it’s not too much trouble…” 

“It’s not,” Mr. Duport said. 

“Right. It’s just-- I don’t want-- It’s not--”

“No, it’s no trouble at all. What seems to be the problem?” Mr. Duport asked. He did his best not to cross his arms against his chest. But the wide open posture he had, only seemed to be just as threatening. His mass filled the chair he was sitting in.

“Thank you,” the principal breathed. “It seems… It seems as though you’ve taken--”

“Confiscated,” Mr. Duport corrected. Principal Shitbag seized up at the correction and needed to take a moment. His face turned pure white. “Sorry,” Mr. Duport tried to calm the, what should have been, normal conversation down again by surrendering the power he’d accidentally taken.

“Right… Confiscated. You confiscated the phone, not stole it,” the principal corrected himself using the word that Cody had probably told him to say. “Well… Codywouldlikehisphoneback.”

Mr. Duport cocked a smirk as he watched the principal try to squirm his way in. Obviously thinking that saying it quickly would somehow get past him. “That’s not going to happen,” the teacher said. 

“But… But… But… But…” Principal Shitbag had been thrown into a spiral. His eyes went wide as tears started to well up in them. 

“Stop,” Mr. Duport ordered. He thought he could do this the nice way, but Principal Shitbag didn’t show any signs of stopping. “Cody was using his phone during class hours. It’s against the rules and I’m not about to let him get away with something.”

“But he’s soooo cooooool,” Principal Shitbag said. “He even said that he might be able to pass off some of that coolness if I get him his phone back! Wouldn’t that be amazing! The students might respect me!”

“Hmph…” Mr. Duport scoffed. He almost wondered if the order he’d given Principal Shitbag had been to stop being scared. But when the principal’s body shot back up and he bit at the inside of his mouth, Mr. Duport knew that wasn’t the case. “And just how long do you think that’d last?” Another series of grunts and incomplete words came out of the principal’s mouth. “Answer the question.”

“I don’t know… A while?” Principal Shitbag said. He shrugged his shoulders close together, making himself as small as possible. His face pointed down, but eyes up at Mr. Duport.

“Hmph… Yeah right… Once Cody graduates, all that’s gone. You’d go back to being a laughing stock. A loser without any control over the students,” Mr. Duport criticized.

“But…”

“But what if I could change it? Change it so students naturally respect you?” he held up the phone and shook it back and forth.

Principal Shitbag looked at him, utterly confused. “What’s Cody’s phone going to do?”

The surprise lost its effect. “Just give me a minute.” He watched as the Principal’s body stiffened, ready to give him a minute to write whatever he wanted. There was always something a bit more enraging to Mr. Duport about Principal Shitbag, than what someone like Officer Steel had been. At least he still tried to uphold the rules, while Principal Shitbag was more focused on being cool with the students than an actual educator. Oftentimes overruling what another teacher had said in order to be in the good graces of the students. Only to be mocked about how weak and worthless he was the moment he was out of earshot.

A minute quickly passed and Mr. Duport hit the enter button and watched his reality start to change. “Mr. Duport? Is something supposed to…” he cut himself off. A strange feeling ran through the principal’s body. He wasn’t sure what it was but it felt good. His hands gripped the desk in front of him and he squeezed. Hard. Body twisting as different muscles flexed different amounts. “Mr--” the repeated question turned into a moan as he let out a heavy gasp of air.

Slowly his body began to grow. Every which way mass filled out over his small body. The shirt he was wearing was rapidly becoming tighter, as were his pants. But he was too distracted by what was growing inside those pants. Suddenly his dick felt so sensitive as it rolled down his left leg. Whatever room was there was quickly disappearing as his legs and ass grew larger. Thick round lumps pushed out from his buttcheeks. “Oh gawd…” he whined. “Oh fuck…” he moaned.

A rip had filled the silence of the room. The first seams to break were the ones holding together his pants. Right down the center as his asscheeks grew wider and larger. Though the mass was filling out all over his body. The buttons on the cuffs of his wrists were the next to pop. Quickly followed the ones against his chest. Thick amounts of fat and muscle were filling out as his small sized shirt was far too small on his growing body.

He’d become at least a large and even that would have been tight on his bulky body. The mass quickly took care of whatever was covering him. Though all Principal Shitbag could do is moan in pleasure as more and more of his body was exposed. All the extra weight and the fur covering his body was making it so hot. “MMMPH! So big!” he moaned. It could have easily been about his body or his dick as it grew longer and thicker. Large balls hung between them forcing his thick legs to spread further apart. 

His hands gripped the desk even tighter, threatening to tear it in two as his toes pushed out of the front of his shoes. The leather couldn’t hold onto the soles of his shoes as his feet grew wider and fuller. Pushing whatever was holding them back past their limit. “Oh fuck yeah…” his tense body finally relaxed as all the clothes he’d been wearing had been stripped away. All that was left was the fluffy but muscular bulk. A thick coat of hair lined his bloated pecs and belly. 

But even more hair grew down from his chin covering up the more rounded features of his face. Though his eyes still remained big and round. Almost cute if not for the intimidating factor of the rest of his body. Just by looking at him, he wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with. 

The principal leaned back in his chair, letting his cock hang free. His hand gripped it but quickly lost sensation as a tiny bit of fabric started to cover it. That fabric quickly grew into a yellow stained jock that grew straps to round his massive ass and legs. “Aww…” he muttered as more and more fabric covered up his more boorish body. Black pants and started forming as well as new shiny black shoes to cover up his massive feet. A dark blue button up shirt covered up his upper body, though it refused to button the top two buttons. Even despite his belly pushing hard against the bottom half. Though his long beard made it hard to see unless you looked for it.

“Like what you see?” Principal Stillhard asked. He turned to the side, almost egging on Mr. Duport.

For the first time today Mr. Duport felt words caught in his throat. He’d been changing so many people but now seeing the principal flaunt his sexuality at him, he didn’t know what to do. All the other ones had been fun changes. Now it was directed at him. “I-I do,” he realized. 

“Why don’t you come get some? Use that little thingy to make it all the better,” Principal Stillhard taunted.

Mr. Duport held down a grunt. “Later,” he answered.

“What..? You go and make me into this sexy piece of meat and then tell me to wait? What a tease…” the principal said. He tried to look pouty. His large round eyes were pretty good at it.

“La-later,” Mr. Duport answered.

“Aww… Fine…” the principal said. “I’ll make sure the students are fine. And Cody’s not going to get one on me anymore. Okay?”

“That was the plan.”