And then they were Bigger Part 08

Allen followed the two jocks back into the classroom. He looked around and could see all of the other ones still goofing off. Now there were only three of them left. Professor Schaffer didn’t seem to be able to break out of his comatose state and Zack was just playing on his phone. 

“Hey,” Allen took his chance with Zack. He straddled one of the desks trying to get the other guys attention. 

“Sup,”Zack replied. The single word was still more than Allen expected.

“So who do you think it is?” Allen tried to get some small talk going.

It caused Zack to look up from his phone for just a second. “Dunno, but if you think I’m about to fuck up that easily you’re dumber than I thought.”

“It’s just speculation,” Allen said. His face smeared at the how rude Zack was. Sure, he wasn’t always the most pleasant person to be around, but it was coming down to the wire. There wasn’t much more to really work off of and he needed to at least be able to talk about it.

“Speculation leads to accusation. I’m not about to chance it,” Zack grunted. He went back to his phone.

“So? You don’t want to try to figure it out?” 

Zack set his phone face down. “Listen. I came to this class to be able to get a good job. All I need is to look like I’m qualified and then I can do whatever I want. It’s not about skill. It’s not about talent. Hell, it’s not about luck. It’s about showing up, kissing ass and making sure to keep your head down when times are tough. Class will be over in about 20 minutes. And I’m not going to chance it.”

The strength he’d put behind his words, took Allen aback a bit. He stayed silent for a few seconds but it was starting to bother him. “How do you know it’ll end when class is over?”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you waiting for that?” 

“Because it’s the only time frame I have to work with. If it’s not? Then I’ll have to try to think about something else.”

“Like who started it?” Allen offered. He leaned in a bit closer to egg Zack on. It only made the guy glare harder. 

One of Zack’s hands slid down his face. “Listen asshole, I don’t want to be some stupid jock who only talks about sports and getting laid. I don’t want to spend hours a day working out and trying to get ‘swole.’ I just want to be able to get a desk job and not worry about anything.”

“I don’t think they’re all that stupid,” Allen offered.

A scoff came from Zack. “Oh please. Look at ‘em.” Most of them were flexing at the moment, enjoying their free time. They didn’t seem to care about what was going on around them. 

But Allen smiled at how pleased all of them looked with themselves. Each one seemed to swell with pride and be far more outgoing than they had been before. They were chatting with each other and talking like old friends even though they’d just met. The room didn’t feel as stuffy or dry as they all seemed to get along without even trying. Just guys being guys.

“I don’t know… I don’t think they’re as dumb as you think they are,” Allen said.

Another scoff. “Prove it,” Zack stared.

“Alright,” Allen turned around. “Hey Doug, you’re still our TA right?”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded. His arms were still crossed against his chest. “The jock class thing was just a joke.”

“So this class will still be the same,” there was another nod from Doug as Allen asked the question. “Alright, so that means you passed it?” Another nod. “Alright, so what’s the overton window?”

“The normal and acceptable discourse of politics people can or are expected to have to still be considered mainstream,” Doug answered.

Allen turned back to Zack. “Is he right?”

Zack’s face frowned hard as he tried to search his phone for the answer. “I don’t know. I don’t have internet connection…”

“Or is it cause jocks sure are dumb?” Allen taunted. 

“Shut up…” Zack growled.

Peter and Tyler made their way back to the front of the room again. “You’re still not done yet? C’mon man just say it,” he said to Allen and Zack.

“Hey,” Allen smiled. “What’s the silent majority?”

“The large group of people who don’t share their opinions but are still politically active?” Tyler answered, almost like he was offended by such an easy question. “Since they’re a majority so they hold a lot of power but are too afraid or unwilling to talk about it openly.”

The smile on Allen’s face only widened as he stared down Zack. “Well?” he taunted.

“Well what?” Zack answered. “That’s an easy one.” 

“Did you know it?” The smile turned devious.

Zack squirmed in his seat. “I knew of it. If I had the internet it wouldn’t even matter.”

“Oh ho ho,” Allen laughed, only trying to egg him on. “But I thought they were stupid.”

“They are,” Zack huffed. His breathing was growing heavier as he felt his anger starting to surge more and more. He didn’t want to be made fun of like this. 

“Then why’d they know something you didn’t?”

“Will you shut the fuck up!” Zack slammed his phone on the desk, cracking the screen. His anger overflowed as he stood up, anger surging through him. He couldn’t think anymore. “They’re all fucking morons! They’ve always been fucking morons! Every God damn one of them. There isn’t anything good about being some dumbass jock. They just get praised for throwing a fucking ball around and nothing else. I worked my ass off to figure out a way into this fucking place. I didn’t get a scholarship for playing sports. Like Hell I want to be bigger!” 

“Whoopsies,” Allen felt a smirk run on his face as Tyler, Peter and Doug started snickering behind him. 

“Huh? What..?” Zack muttered as he tried to figure out why they were laughing at him. “No… Wait…” The realization of what he’d just said ran through his mind. That and nearly every person he’d ever fucked. The list just kept growing longer and longer.  “C’mon dude…” his voice lowered and slowed down.

“Looks like we’ve got a big stupid jock on our hands,” Tyler mocked.

“A sexy one at that,” Peter swooned. His hips seemed to shake as he said it.

“Dude…” he winced at the word and how normal it felt coming out of his mouth. “C’mon man. I don’t fuckin want this. I didn’t mean to say it. Shit…”

“No backsies,” Peter waggled his finger. 

“Aww fuck man…” Zack let out a bit of a moan as he felt his body starting to grow. His days of being on the computer had been switched to being in the weight room. Hours upon hours of working out to get bigger filled his past. And it showed as his body began to swell. Muscles built onto his thin frame. 

Thick biceps burst his sleeves. He wouldn’t be needed those any more as the thick toned muscles glistened with a hint of sweat. The shirt mended itself into a blue sleeveless shirt to show off his round shoulders and bulbous pecs. They pushed hard at the straps of his shirt. Underneath he could feel the six round bumps pushing out of his stomach area. 

“Why don’t you tell our friend here how it feels?” Tyler said.

“So good…” Zack moaned. His hands gripped the chair in front of him as he tried to contain the pleasure. It radiated through his body. Each percentage of growth felt better than the last one. “So good…” his hips bucked at the prospect. Especially the changing memories.

Now he went to parties. He could remember his senior year how many he’d gone to and how many times he could just walk up to a girl and start chatting before getting her into another room. His eyes would cross over and see other guys glaring at him. He recognized the emotion, jealousy. Zack would make a mental note of it and make sure to pay them plenty of attention at the next party, or in the locker room if they were so obliged. 

A cocky grin crossed his handsome face as he thought of all the different times he had sex. So many different people, so many different places. He could feel his jawline angling out as a bit of scruff grew on it. He flipped his hat around on his head letting just a few strands of his blond hair hang through the hole. His hips bucked the more he thought about it. Girls and guys feeling his strong imposing muscles. Their soft touches, just barely feeling him up. And then? He came.

He felt his dick throb and then unload into his jock strap. “Aw fuck ya!” he cheered as he rode each wave of pleasure that was sent through his dick. The feeling made him forget all about his previous thoughts. He just wanted to keep feeling it more and more. “Aw fuck…” he groaned as he realized he was back to reality and not on top of somebody else.

Peter gave him a wink and a smile. “Don’t worry big guy, if you’ve still got enough energy, I do too.”

“Chyeah?” Zack nodded his head. He gripped the chair even harder and looked like he was about to jump over it. 

“Yeah I think so,” Peter walked towards the door to another room. He knew he was going to have a bit of fun.

Doug shook his head. “Oh well. Guess that’s another one down. Why don’t you just say it and then we can have this all done with?”

“Nah…” Allen answered. “I think I’m finally starting to have a little bit of fun…”