Teaching a Lesson Part 01

Mr. Duport wasn’t all that much of a coach. He only signed up for teaching the senior weight training class because he thought it would have been a free hour to work on grading homework from his other classes but the students didn’t seem to think that was a good idea. As a teacher, he always thought he had some kind of authority over how the class was run, but the way the guys acted, he might as well of not been there at all.

Even threatening to talk to the football and wrestling coaches didn’t seem to do much. Mr. Duport was at a bit of a loss. He didn’t know how to control the students. Even Cody was on his phone instead of working out. The young hunk wasn’t ever a problem. He got good grades, never got in trouble, and was the only guy still keeping him from quitting the whole class and handing it over to someone else.

But that was more for other reasons. Mr. Duport loved watching him work out. Seeing the sweat drip down his firm 18 year old muscles was something else. The way his bright blue sleeveless shirt hung to his heavy chest. Or how his abs would show through the fabric. It was no wonder he’d gotten nearly half the female teachers pregnant. That was a bit of an open secret, but no one really said anything. It was just so hard to tell the Adonis 'no.' Luckily he was such a good kid.

However, Mr. Duport crossed the gym. “You too?” he asked, watching Cody type away at something on his phone.

“Huh?” his handsome face looked up at the teacher. “Is something wrong, sir?”

Mr. Duport’s heart fluttered. After 25 years of teaching, he was more used to people calling him ‘asshole’ than ‘sir.’ Especially from someone like Cody. He choked out a grunt and tried to hide his arousal, though his belly did that pretty well. “You’re not supposed to be on your phone.”

“Oh right,” Cody smiled. It looked like it should have been on a magazine. “It’s just I got this new app a few days ago and I’m still testing it out.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. It’s called the Chronivac. I can change whatever I want about reality,” Cody said.

Mr. Duport let out a laugh. “Really?”

“Really,” he smiled again. “I bet you wouldn’t believe that I was just some overweight short loser just a week ago. But now look at me.” He threw up a flex of his massive and defined bicep. It rippled with strength and power. 

“Hard not too…” Mr. Duport moaned. His mind drifted off for a second but he remembered where he was. He stiffened back to something more professional, trying to pretend that didn’t just happen.

“Still don’t believe me?”

“It’s kind of hard to believe you… And why would you tell me all about it?” Mr. Duport said.

“Because I’m going to use it to erase your mind when we’re finished,” the arrogance in the senior’s voice was palpable. “How about I prove it. What would you like to change?” Cody asked.

Mr. Duport could feel his heart beating a bit faster. Cody looked serious. And he was never known for lying. But this sounded too crazy to be true. He couldn’t really believe it, but at the same time wanted to try. Especially as he watched Zack and Scott start tossing some of the weights around. “I want to be big and strong. Like an actual coach who’s been working out since high school. And people listen to me when I tell them what to do.”

Cody started typing away into his phone. Sweat started to form around Mr. Duport’s brow. He shouldn’t have been confessing something like that to a student, but he felt like he wanted to try. And how bad would it really be if it really wasn’t true. But then Cody looked up at him. “Done,” he said.

“D-done?” Mr. Duport asked. He looked down at his body, almost in disappointment. But something was different. The heavy belly that pushed far out in front of him was smaller. His hands went to it, and even in that short time period he had to go even further. He could see the hefty belly pull closer and closer into his frame. “Woah…” he muttered as the fat disappeared.

But he wasn’t any lighter. All that weight was rapidly turning into hard muscle. His eyes drifted back up towards the mirror in front of him. He could see that as his waist shrunk, his shoulders grew wider. Thick muscles filled in where the heavy amounts of fat was. He could see the tension of the buttons on his shirt switch from his gut to his chest. Even the top button couldn’t stay closed around his thickening neck. 

“It… It worked?” Mr. Duport looked over his body. It was crazy seeing just how fit and strong he looked. Watching his average 5’8” height shoot up to 6’4” was amazing. Now he looked some of the biggest students in the eye or even down on them. Not to mention the changes to his face as well. Even if it wasn’t cut and defined like the movie stars, there was a certain gruff toughness about him that would keep a lot of people from feeling like they could talk back to him. And instead of trying to keep any remnants of his hair, he’d elected to shave it all off. The only thing left was the whitening goatee that rounded his mouth. 

“It did,” Cody smirked as he stood back up. He even gave the tough round belly a slap with the back of his hand. “I made it so you’ve been powerlifting and you have a natural knack for it. Along with a bit higher amounts of T than most guys. Hopefully all that’s good.”

“It’s great!” Mr. Duport’s new baritone nearly shook the room as he shouted his gratitude. The rest of the class looked his way and started to use the weights in a more proper manner. They all knew gym etiquette, but seeing Mr. Duport’s massive body standing at the other end of the gym made them realize they should actually use it.

“Great,” Cody smirked. He pulled out his phone again.

“One more thing,” Mr. Duport said. “Hand it over.”

Cody instantly gave his teacher the phone. The second it left his hand, shock filled his eyes. “Mr. Duport!” he shouted. 

“Ah-ah-ah,” Mr. Duport shook his finger. “Don’t raise your voice at me. You know you’re not supposed to have phones in class. So I’ll be confiscating it, till the end of the day. Understood?”

“Y-y-yes sir,” Cody held his head in defeat. He hadn’t realized that he was part of people when he’d typed in that people would naturally listen to him.

“Good… And your password?” 

Cody tried his best to struggle to answer, but it was slowly coming out. His mind wouldn’t let him not obey. “1379,” he gave in.

“Good man,” Mr. Duport said. He ran his hand through Cody’s blond hair messing it up. “Now you and the other guys go get cleaned up. Class is almost over, and I’d hate for any of you to be late.”

“Yes sir!” all the students said in unison. They put down their weights and headed back to the locker room. Mr. Duport was surprised as he was only meaning to speak to Cody but since they were all being addressed, they must have all felt compelled to say something. A smirk appeared on his face as he watched them all dutifully listened to him.