Teaching a Lesson Part 06

“Mr. Duport!” Jeffrey walked as quickly down the hallway as he could. His large bulky frame had trouble weaving in and out of the crowd of students, but he eventually made it to him. Apparently Lucas had gotten bored of his cowboy and instead had a big hunky security guard instead. Jeffrey was in all black with big white letters on his back that said security. And instead of his full beard running down to his chest, it was a goatee that wrapped tightly around his lips.

“Hmmm?” Mr. Duport had a bit of a smile on his face. He’d made it so Lucas could have whatever fantasy he wanted from Jeffrey, but not realize that Jeffrey had changed at all. But Jeffrey would remember. He could feel each of the different fantasies down to his core.

“Mr. Duport,” he took a breather as he’d finally caught up to the teacher. Then lifted up the dark sunglasses covering his eyes. Jeffrey would have made a fantastic doorman as he looked more like a wall than anything else. “You’ve got to do something about Lucas. I don’t know how much more I can take… I’m sorry. Really. I’ve learned my lesson. But he can’t change me anymore. Please…”

The smirk on Mr. Duport’s face only made Jeffrey’s blood go cold. “I don’t know… You did change a lot about him. Why shouldn’t he be able to change you?”

“S-s-sir,” Jeffrey stammered. Despite being close to the same size, he suddenly felt so much smaller. Most people naturally moved out of his way. Well at least anyone who didn’t know him as being the henpecked boyfriend of Lucas. “I don’t know how much more I can take. He wanted me to be a cowboy. Then a fireman. Then police. Cowboy again. Construction worker. And now a security guard. I don’t even know what’s going on anymore...”

“Hmm…” Mr. Duport cocked a bit of a smile, but hid it as quickly as it came. It didn’t seem right to have. “Didn’t realize he’d have such an altering imagination.”

“Sir!” Jeffrey shouted. His clothes were starting to change. The solid black shirt that clung to his muscular gut and arms, lost any space that had been there. His sleeves pulled shrank back into the torso of his shirt. The whole material started to change from the soft airy shirt to lycra, which ran along each and every contour of his body. His shorts disappeared completely while the shirt dipped down between his legs, connecting to the backside. He stood there in just a spandex wrestling singlet.

“I think I see the problem,” Mr. Duport said. Jeffrey wasn’t even wearing shoes anymore, so he could properly be ready to wrestle the first chance he got. Based off his size, he’d clearly be in the super heavyweight division. And Mr. Duport couldn’t help but wonder just how good he’d do.

“There you are!” little Lucas snuck up behind the big man and gave him a hug. 

“Uh-huh! Just getting ready for the big match tonight!” Jeffrey said, appeasing the fantasy.

“Oh you!” Lucas nuzzled his face between those two thick pecs. His face was perfectly level with them, making it all the easier for him to do. “You’ll do great!”

For a second, Jeffrey was out of the scene and gave Mr. Duport a look. ‘It wasn’t even wrestling season!’ it screamed in his eyes. 

“Alright Lucas, time for class,” Mr. Duport said. “Get going…”

Lucas struggled to let go. If anything, he had more willpower than anyone else as he tried desperately to disobey the command and cling to Jeffrey’s hefty body. “I’ll see you after class,” he called out.

“I’ll be waiting, my love!” Jeffrey called back. Red filled his face as he heard himself say it. “Why…” he turned back to Mr. Duport, currently holding back his chuckles.

“You seemed to have thought it was so funny to change him, why can’t he change you?” Mr. Duport said.

Jeffrey’s face soured. “Cody thought it’d be funny!”

“Uh-huh…” Mr. Duport nodded. “Let’s get to class.”

“Wait! Please,” Jeffrey grabbed onto Mr. Duport’s shoulder. 

The teacher let out a sigh. “Tell me something that I don’t know and maybe I’ll change it.”

“Really!?” Jeffrey shouted. “Okay. Well Mitch is going to try to steal it from you. He’s forcing Clint to help him out. There. Now, can you please change me back…”

“I’ll think about it,” Mr. Duport said. “Now it’s time for class.” He led Jeffrey inside and saw Mitch talking to Clint. Mitch gave him a hard punch to the arm, in which Clint rubbed it tenderly. His small frame couldn’t handle something like that. “Alright class,” Mr. Duport addressed them. “I know my previous class didn’t have any of their project done about their future, so how many of you have started?”

A few hands shakily rose. Mr. Duport’s face flattened again. It didn’t matter that he’d been teaching for so many years. Somehow it always astounded him just how little work any of the students ever wanted to do. He brought a hand to his face and shook his head. “Alright… Fine. I’ll give you all a little bit of time and then I want some of you to present it to the class. Okay?”

“Okay!” the rest of the class chanted back to him.

“For the love of…” Mr. Duport tried to ignore his annoyance as 90% of the class pulled out blank sheets of paper and a pencil. He pulled out the Chronivac, ready to see if he could change even that. But the laziness of students tended to know no bounds that even changing all of space and time probably wouldn’t have made a difference.

“Sir?” Clint raised his hand. He at least had a few things written down on his paper. “I have a question.”

“Yes?” Mr. Duport forgot how intimidating his body could be. He towered over the small guy and being seated only made Clint look all the smaller as he tried to look over his teacher’s pectoral shelf.

A series of soft stammers and squeaks came from Clint. Whatever he was about to ask had completely slipped his mind as he shrank back into the desk even more. Mr. Duport realized his problem and tried to lower himself to Clint’s level, but was still slightly above eye level. “What were you wanting to ask about?” Mr. Duport tried to sound friendlier.

“I-I-I,” Clint took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. “I was just wondering how long you wanted it to be. And what if I don’t really know what I want to do after college?”

“That’s something you’ll really need to start thinking about. It’s only a month before you graduate…” Mr. Duport said.

“I know… But--”

“Mr. Duport,” Jeffrey called for him. The sudden distraction caught his attention and he stood back up. Mitch was standing right behind him. At 6’2” and 235 pounds the senior was pretty intimidating. Well to anyone other than Mr. Duport.

Their eyes locked and Mitch took a step back. “Can I help you?”

“I was--”

“What were you trying to do?” Mr. Duport cut to the chase. He saw Mitch trying to weasel his way out of it. Despite being so large and muscular, he wasn’t an idiot. “Answer the question honestly.”

“I was trying to steal back Cody’s phone. Clint was helping me,” Mitch answered.

He thought the attention would turn back to the other student. As though Mr. Duport should have been surprised that the small mousey student would have gone along with anything that the jock told him to. 

“So you’re finished with the assignment?” Mr. Duport ignored the accusation.

“Huh?” 

Mr. Duport gave him a huff. In that angry breath of air, Mitch seemed to have realized that his teacher wasn’t playing around. “I asked if you were finished with your assignment.”

“N-no,” Mitch took another step back. 

“Really? So you’re going around bossing other students around when you can’t even take care of yourself? Maybe it’d be better if you started to do what they told you instead,” Mr. Duport pulled out the phone.

“N-now… Now hold on just a second,” Mitch backed up again, bumping into a desk.

Mr. Duport went to typing in his phone and then turned to Clint. “I thought you had him on a tighter leash,” he said.

“Only at home,” Clint laughed. Mitch took another step back. Suddenly his neck felt a little constricted as though something was around it. He reached up and grabbed at the red dog collar around his neck. 

“Hmm… But I thought you were taking better care of him. You know he still needs to do his homework…” Mr. Duport said.

“I know,” Clint answered. “He must have lied to me last night…”

“Really,” Mr. Duport smirked. “He told you he finished his homework?”

“He did…” Clint said. “Come ‘ere,” he pointed to the ground. 

Mitch felt a weird rush run through him. Shame and fear rushed through him as he tried to disobey the order. His body was reacting to it and wanting to follow, but his mind was telling him that this was all too weird. He didn’t listen to someone like Clint. He was his own man. If anything he’d tell Clint what to do.

“Come. Here,” Clint’s voice deepened and sounded more threatening. Mitch felt a whimper come out of the back of his throat. But his feet obeyed. They crossed the room and he stood in front of Clint. He looked down, eyes wide with shame. “Did you not do your homework?”

“Nuh-N-no…” Mitch answered. Somehow he felt so small despite being a good head taller than the man in front of him. He knew he was stronger. Bigger. More powerful. But when Clint spoke, his knees went weak. “I didn’t.”

“And last night?” Clint crossed his arms against his chest.

“I lied…” 

“Hmph…” Clint huffed. His finger looped around Mitch’s collar and pulled him down. “I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

For some reason Mitch couldn’t keep eye contact. Wasn’t he the one who ordered Clint around? “I’m--”

“No sorries. You make up for it,” Clint said. 

“Wha--”

“Front of the room,” Clint pointed. 

Mitch felt his body move. Where was this coming from? Why did he do it? Why did he want to please Clint?

“Strip.” 

‘Str-strip!?’ Mitch shouted in his head. ‘I can’t do that here!’ but even as he was complaining about it in his head, his shirt started to come off. His large rounded muscles were starting to peel it away exposing his muscular chest and tiny nipples on his hard pecs. They bounced and he flexed them watching as the girls and a few of the guys whooped and hollered at him, telling him to keep going.

Arousal hit him. ‘What’s wrong with me!’ he wanted to scream, but his body was enjoying it too much. As one of his hands tweaked his nipple, almost sending him to his knees. The feeling rushed through his body.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Clint ordered.

Mitch instantly straightened back up. His throbbing cock begged for attention even more. Somehow being told he wasn’t allowed to made him all the hornier. He dropped his shorts around his ankles, showing off the thick quads. Each of those four tight muscles bulged and showed off the definition in his body. That same definition went all the way down to his calves, showing off the cut diamond shape of each leg muscle.

He flexed them, showing them off. While a hand slowly dripped down over his abs and stopped at his red jock. The fabric was a bit too big as even though Mitch had a throbbing cock, there was barely anything to notice. Barely even a couple inches that stuck out of him. 

“Now,” Clint rummaged through his bag for something. “What happens to bad dogs?”

“They get the tail…” Mitch said. ‘The tail?!?’ 

“Do you want the tail?” Clint held up the butt plug with a soft wolf’s tail attached to it.

“I do! I do!” Mitch said. But in his mind all he could think was, ‘I do?!’ The more he looked at it the more his verbal answer made sense. His ass longed for something to be shoved up inside it. It’d been nearly 6 hours since Clint had properly fucked him and now it just felt so empty. So lonely.

Clint got up next to him. His small finger traced around Mitch’s defined pecs and down his abs. “You know you were a bad boy today…” he grumbled. His soft body pressed up against Mitch’s hard muscles. Lightly teasing and poking at him. “You lied to me.”

“I’m sorry…” Mitch said. “I’ll make it up to you!” 

“You better. But until the end of the day, no clothes. And you walk on all fours. Got it?” Clint said. Mitch nodded. “Now turn around.” Clint held onto the butt plug and shoved it deep into Mitch’s ass. A mixed series of pleasure and pain filled the jock’s face the deeper it went. Spreading him open but filling him up. Tickling his insides but trying his best not to cum. “Good boy,” Clint scratched behind Mitch’s ear, and the jock fell down onto all four. He walked surprisingly well for it being such an unnatural state.

Though with his muscular body, it probably didn’t make sense for him not to be able to hold him up like that. The bell rang and Mr. Duport watched the class leave as Clint added a muzzle to Mitch’s face. “No talking today either. If you want to be a good boy, that is.” 

“Wow…” Mr. Duport muttered as he watched Mitch leaving on all fours, wagging the tail he’d been given. All he’d typed was that Clint would told Mitch what to do and he’d like it. “Didn’t think that would happen.” He started to wonder which one had the fantasy. Or had it been both.

“I know! I never thought Mitch would lie to Clint,” Jeffrey said. “Now, can you change me back?” He nudged at the teacher. His wrestling singlet was starting to get a bit sweaty.

“Right…” Mr. Duport went back to the Chronivac. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. Or even if he wanted to change Jeffrey ‘back’ to who he was. And then what was ‘back?’ And what about Lucas? His mind changed quickly as he thought about Lucas. Who had he been and why did Cody get to change him?

“Well?” Jeffrey leaned in, smiling fakely as though he’d done a good job.

“Sure,” Mr. Duport gave him the same fake smile. ‘Jeffrey loves it whenever Lucas has a different fantasy for him to participate in. Each time he changes he gets more and more into it.’

“Thanks man!” Jeffrey chanted. His wrestling singlet started to change again. The tight fabric around his chest loosened as the number 69 appeared on the front. It had the same bright red color but sleeves grew back on and shoulder pads were underneath. Tight spandex ran down his legs and showed off each and every curve of his legs and ass. It was so tight that the jock he was wearing could be seen as well.

“Hey there big guy!” Lucas appeared in the room.

“Hey little buddy! Ready for lunch?” Jeffrey was excited as his dick started to grow in the form fitting uniform. His hefty frame was perfect for the footballer look as he charged forward and picked the small man up, throwing him over his shoulder instead of down on the ground. 

“Hey!” Lucas tried to fight back. Playfully. But even so, it was completely wasted effort as he was carried away to the lunch room.