And then they were Bigger Part 09

“It was you!” Dr. Schaffer seemed to have snapped as he rushed across the room to Allen. His eyes looked crazy. Wide, bloodshot and it was almost like he was looking past the other guy. He gripped the student’s arms tightly and squeezed.

“Wait! Hold on!” Allen shouted. “It’s not me. Don’t waste your guess on me!”

“Waste? Like I would do that? Who else could it possibly be? I only picked the best and now look at them!” Dr. Schaffer looked over his class angry at how they had all turned out. They were nothing like the ‘good’, ‘smart’, and attentive students he’d had before. Each one looked like they would rather be outside playing a sport or in a weight room. He scowled at each and everyone of them.

“But it’s not me!” 

“And why’s that?” the professor shook Allen’s body a little more. He’d gone mad. Unable to resonate that he was considered a terrible teacher and one whose class was easy. The thought of so many of these students even admitting to the fact that they had cheated didn’t make any sense at all. He’d met with each one of them, one on one. Seen them personally. Called their references. 

“Because I don’t want to be bigger,” Allen answered. He made sure to emphasise the don’t and space the words out a little more.

Dr. Schaffer’s grip loosened for a second. But a second wind hit him. His grip tightened as he shook the student around a bit more. “A likely story. You’re just saying that because you know I know. Or… Or maybe this was your plan from the start. The only one who would never say it and then you could embarrass me. Is that it?! Huh!”

“Stop it! You sound crazy!” Allen shouted trying to get his teacher’s attention but the ‘disrespect’ only seemed to make him even angrier.

“Crazy!? Look around you! This whole thing is crazy! It doesn’t make any sense at all! And then there’s you, the only one who’s still not changed. Just admit it boy. You’re the one behind all this. You’re the one who is trying to ruin me. All because ‘I’m not a good teacher.’” Dr. Schaffer made sure to add a mocking voice to the criticism he’d heard at the beginning of class.

“You need to calm down!” 

“Calm down!? You don’t have any right to tell me what to do boy!” Dr. Schaffer raised the back of his hand. Allen flinched. But nothing happened. He held the flexed position with his eyes closed for a few seconds before barely opening them. 

“Sir,” Doug spoke with a calm and confident voice. He gripped Dr. Schaffer’s wrist. It was firm, yet not enough to cause pain. Yet. At the slightest bit of restraint, Doug could have easily squeezed and brought down the teacher with just his one hand. “I think you need to calm down.”

For a moment Dr. Schaffer wavered. His anger had dispelled as the grip around his wrist tightened ever so slightly. The realization that he wasn’t in control was coming over him. “Right,” he answered in a more dignified way. He pulled away at Doug’s grip and patted down his suit. His hand combed through his hair, sweat helping it stay in its proper place instead of the gel he’d used this morning. “I suppose you’re right.”

It didn’t matter how angry Dr. Schaffer still was. It was still at a simmer instead of the boiling point it had been just moments ago. Yet, he knew this reaction was not going to go over well at all. Before when it was simply one on one, he could just deny it, purposefully using things that wouldn’t leave bruises. But when the school started to have too many complaints it became harder and harder to properly ‘teach’ the students. Yet right here and now, that sort of method would not work in the slightest. Out of desperation he’d tried to feel some kind of control by taking it away from someone else again.

But not a single man in there would have let him. They all stared him down like animals ready to strike. Each one with a glare that would make him fear for his life if he weren’t in such a public setting. Their fists and jaws clenched. “Well,” Dr. Schaffer patted down his suit again walking towards the front of the class. All eyes on him. “I suppose you’re right. No reason to lose our sensibilities. Right?”

“Right,” Doug answered for the class. 

“Good… Good…” Dr. Schaffer answered. He was pacing in front of the class now. His eyes stayed away from all the students, except focusing on Allen from time to time. They wandered the walls but always found their way back onto their target. “So why shouldn’t I believe it was you?”

“Because it wasn’t,” Allen answered.

“And what kind of answer is that?”

“An honest one?” 

Dr. Schaffer huffed. His face frowned as he focused more on Allen. There were other ways of forcing his control on the situation, yet he felt too intimidated to properly use them. And Allen was completely unaffected by any other tactic than force. “Then do you have any idea who it is?”

“An idea,” Allen said.

“Oh! An idea? And it’s better than mine,” Dr. Schaffer pretended to be interested. He didn’t believe him at all.

“Yeah… An idea,” Allen said. “There was only one person who wasn’t tricked, angry or jealous of jocks.”

“Oh? And that’s not you?” Dr. Schaffer teased. In any other situation it could have come off as intimidating, yet only only looked creepy as no one believed what he was saying. Everyone who had transformed already knew. And Allen knew it wasn’t him.

“Yeah... There was only one person who said,” Allen paused almost saying the phrase. “Who said it that honestly meant it.”

“Oh… That’s quite the theory you’ve got there. But I’ve got another one. You’re a worthless piece of trash who lied and cheated to get better grades. You screwed over other students who deserved it more just to make a mockery out of me. And guess what boy, I’m not going stand by and let you do this to me. I’m a highly respected professor!” Dr. Schaffer declared. A few snickers came from the crowd. An even deeper frown formed on his face. “Doug, I believe I know who it is.”

“Oh?” Doug smirked. 

“Yes,” Dr. Schaffer adjusted himself one more time. “Remind me to thank you for weeding out so many worthless students,” he had to add. “It’s Allen.”

Doug’s smile didn’t waver. His head tilted slightly and eyebrows raised only to proudly say, “Nope.” There was a bit of a laugh in his voice, only adding to the teacher’s mockery.

“What.”

“Nope, It’s not Allen. Welcome to the team coach,” Doug wouldn’t stop smiling. Every word he spoke was only to mock his annoying self absorbed teacher all the more as he realized he was wrong. “So I guess that’s two down. It’s not me or you buddy,” he poked at Allen’s side. “But I guess you knew that already.”

“Stop it…” Allen laughed as he pushed back. 

Dr. Schaffer stood on the platform unsure what had just happened. He stared down at his thin hands watching them start to grow. Thicker, meatier fingers filled his hands as the palms widened. “This can’t be. No! This can’t be!” he cried out. But that did nothing to slow down the growth.

It was happening all the way down to his bones. They were rapidly gaining both size and thickness. Built for someone who’d spent years roughing around and playing sports. Plenty of times to have had their strength tested, only to grow stronger because of it. He stumbled his way over to Doug. With the growths he still wasn’t used to the way his body was shaped. And his feet were rapidly outgrowing his shoes. “Make it stop… Make it stop…” he begged.

“Hhmmmm…” Doug purposefully took his time to answer the teacher. “If I were to, I don’t know, come into class and, let’s just say, I had done the assignment wrong…” He purposefully hung on each word making the hypothetical take as long as possible. Seeing the fear in Dr. Schaffer’s eyes slowly turned to arousal as he felt more muscle and fat start adding to his body while his memories shifted to a reason as to why he would actually gain it, it was fun. “Would you let me redo it? Without any missing points?”

“Of course bud,” Dr. Schaffer answered. He covered his mouth knowing full well he’d never done that before. The scenario was real. Both of them knew it, and it kept one of Doug’s friends from just barely passing the class.

“Nah… I think I like this one better…” Doug smirked.

“Oh god…” he groaned as his grip loosened and he fell down to his knees. His mitt of a hand tried to grip the flat ground. “Why does it feel so good…” he moaned. His back arched and then humped the ground. Muscle, fat and hair was rapidly covering his body. The extra mass pushed at his clothing. 

Small tears quickly became much larger as they couldn’t contain his extra bulk. Every seam ripped and teared while the buttons in front tried to hang on. They were losing the battle, but it didn’t matter much as a huge tear ran down the back of both his shirt and jacket. His back was free and dark hair quickly covered any skin that was exposed. 

“So good…” he grunted and groaned as the memories seeped in. He could feel his stuck up life disappearing as BBQs and beer filled their place. He was social outgoing and always made sure the boys were well fed. His belly rounded out, as there were more and more reasons to have cookouts. First game of the season. Middle game of the season. Long win streaks. The end of the season. Cause one of them was improving. Each new reason seemed to add a bit more to his gut.

The belt he was wearing didn’t stand a chance over his growing belly. But that didn’t mean the older guy wasn’t strong. His burly and friendly nature didn’t take away from the power in his hands. People knew not to get on his bad side for other reasons than missing out on the BBQ. There was clear muscle under all that fat and he knew how to use it. 

“Oh god…” another moan escaped him as he felt himself closer to cumming. His body was reacting to the stimuli and feeling the respect from all the other men. He would have happily been on top or bottom, depending on whatever they wanted. But it was feeling the respect that they had for him that tossed him over. He felt his hips buck wildly at the sensation as pleasure swept through his body.

Even though he’d gained so much strength, he was suddenly so weak. His body fell into the mess he made as new clothes started to form around his body. A green polo that the buttons couldn’t quite close fit around his massive torso. Though that didn’t matter as the tick black beard extended down far enough to cover up any skin that might have been showing. He had black pants and white tennis shoes on. 

Slowly his body started to stir. He got himself backup and stared at the class. “Alright boys," his voice boomed with authority. "Sorry that all that happened. Didn’t mean to make you see all that bullshit. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Yes sir!” they all cheered in unison.