Unexpected Education
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Surprise! Thank you all for still supporting me in this turbulent year despite my infrequent posting and I hope you all are staying safe out there. Enjoy my most recent visceral story!
“Introduction to Communication Studies” had quickly become Alex Keating’s favorite class. It had been an unlikely unity. As a college freshman who was undecided on his major, he’d only taken this class to fulfill a liberal arts requirement at his university and it wasn’t like he was passionate about giving speeches and having large class discussions. Even though he was a new freshman and had yet to officially declare his major, he already had a plan to become either a business or econ major. Instead, the main reason Alex loved his communications class was because he’d developed a debilitating crush on his handsome professor, Mr. Hawthorne. One of his best girlfriends, Emma knew this, and always teased him about it.
Alex couldn’t help himself; Mr. Hawthorne had next-level beauty. With short, raven-black hair, light stubble, and an incredible jawline, he was so freakishly handsome. His hair was always short and neatly-coiffed, he was rather muscular and always wore tight-fitting clothes that accentuated his curves, he looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties, and he had an earnest smile that would make anyone melt.
“Focus on the presentation.” Emma whispered, giving her friend a playful push. “Don’t forget he’s got a ring on that finger, right?”
“Screw you,” Alex whispered back with a chuckle. His one-sided crush was an open secret among them although it hadn’t been too hard for her to put two and two together.
He’d been in dreamland again. Mr. Hawthorne had been giving a speech about the importance of exigence in an argumentative speech, but all Alex could focus on was that sexy bulge of his in his tight brown khakis. It swayed from side to side when he talked and Alex was grateful that his desk concealed the half-chubs he’d always get in this class.
A few more minutes went by until Mr. Hawthorne spun around and looked at the clock. “Alright class,” he boomed. “It looks like that’s all the time we have for today. As always, I’m here for any questions you may have. Remember, your outlines for your argumentative speeches are due on Monday at the start of class!”
As usual, half the students grabbed their bags and darted out of class, but Alex took his sweet time putting his things away. He tried not to stare at his favorite professor’s perky ass during his brief walk to his desk but couldn’t resist sneaking a peek, much to Emma’s amusement.
“So, do you have an outline for your speech, Alex?” she asked coyly. “Or were you too busy thinking of other things?”
“God, can you blame me,” Alex groaned . “He was looking like a whole-ass snack today. How could I expect to focus?” He sat up straight in his chair and eyed his notebook which contained a few doodles and zero helpful notes on how to make an effective topic for a speech.. “Oh yeah….the speech… Shit! I do need a good topic, maybe Mr. Hawthorne could give me some pointers...”
“Oh?” Emma replied as she zipped up her backpack. “Are you actually gonna talk to him today?” “Yeah, I probably should,” Alex admitted, tucking his mostly-empty notebook away. “It feels dumb though, maybe I should just research it online. I don’t want to bother him.”
“No, no, It’s a good excuse to talk to him,” Emma said as she put her backpack on, humoring her friend’s crush. “The semester is like halfway done anyway, so it’s about time you finally talked one-on-one. I know you’ve been too scared in the past, but that’s literally what he’s there for: to help you.” Alex didn’t look convinced - a blank nervous expression appeared on his face. “You’ll feel better talking to him and also asking for help than not asking at all.”
“What if I say something stupid in front of him?” Alex asked, a rosiness overcoming his cheeks.
“I promise you won’t,” Emma reassured. “Look I gotta go, but I’ll see you at Sophie’s party tonight. Don’t get too tongue-tied, okay?”
“Okay, see ya later,” Alex said as she exited the room. He then turned towards Mr. Hawthorne who was already conversing with another inquiring student. A deluge of conflicting thoughts ran through his mind - some rational, some irrational. Genuinely, he did need help preparing his speech, but his mind was overrun with fantasies. His legs felt like they were submerged in quicksand as he trudged closer to his crush’s desk. Mr. Hawthorne perked up slightly and gave Alex a subtle, curt nod while he continued his conversation. That faint golden glow of his wedding band tantalized Alex. At that moment, a thought came to his head. He wished the two of them could be together. He knew it was a stupid and mortifying thought, but it was true.
Mr. Hawthorne flashed a smile to Alex as the student in front of him turned and finally walked out the door. “Hey there, what can I do for you?”
Shit. There was no going back.
“Hi Mr. Hawthorne,” Alex smiled. He tried to put on his best confident facade, but his words stumbled out like gravel from his shaky throat “I was just uh…wondering what to do for a topic for my…argument essay thing. I’m uh…having trouble deciding.”
Mr. Hawthorne nodded. “Well, the most important thing is to pick a topic that really resonates with you. Something you would feel comfortable discussing and defending in detail. Do you have any in mind?”
“I-uh…” Alex’s mind went blank as he scoured for any possible topic to talk about. He felt himself shrink for a moment staring at his professor’s dreamy eyes and his plump, kissable lips. It felt so foolish: to be smitten by a man who definitely didn’t feel the same way. Even if Mr. Hawthorne was gay, he couldn’t envision a hunk who had to be at least ten years older than him courting for a timid guy like him. It was the stuff of those nonsensical fantasies in his head. Finally, he stopped staring into his crush’s dreamy brown eyes and threw out a random idea for this stupid speech.. “Maybe I could do something about social media or something?”
“That sounds intriguing. What would you argue?”
Alex took a deep breath. Mr. Hawthorne was using that fake-interested voice that teachers often use. “What would I argue about…what would I argue about?” he reiterated aloud. His mind went blank, trying to focus. He squirmed in place and a wave of embarrassment sweltered through him. His clothes even started to feel uncomfortable, as he swore his shirt felt like it was bunching in his armpits and his pants were clinging tighter to his legs. He simply chalked it up to nerves. Despite his best attempts to rally himself and come up with a coherent thought though, his plan quickly floundered. “I would try to talk about social media being bad, but…uh…I’m really not sure anymore,” Alex admitted, a tinge of shame in his voice. He was realizing in real time how foolish his crush was.
A sympathetic expression came over Mr. Hawthorne’s face and Alex’s heart skipped a beat. His emotions felt like they were going to boil over. Warm sweat coated his forehead and he almost felt like he could cry. His clothes still felt increasingly uncomfortable though, but his adrenaline prevented him from noticing. “Don’t worry,” he reassured. “It’s completely okay to feel unsure about a topic. Since you’re interested in social media, think of the effects it has on you or other individuals. Consider whether you'd want to argue about its benefits or its detriments.”
“Ah right, right,” Alex agreed, trying his best not to be awkward. He tugged at the collar of his shirt nervously and had a frightening realization: the distance between him and Mr. Hawthorne was increasing. Glancing down at his legs, he noticed that they were longer and spindlier than before. It was a little painful: the way that his black shorts had started to ride up his thighs and the way that his t-shirt began to ride upward, threatening to expose part of his waist. It became impossible to ignore. “I…uh, whoa!” Alex exclaimed, sticking out his arms like he was on a balance beam. “Wait, what is happening?”
“Is everything alright, Alex?”
No, everything was not alright. The one time Alex had chosen to talk to his crush, the weirdest, most embarrassing thing had to happen. What the hell was even going on?
“Y-yeah,” Alex stuttered, his face reddening like a pomegranate. “I was th-thinking I should do my speech on social media,” he said, trying to recover, but the changes were escalating rapidly. His legs extended like beanstalks, hoisting him even higher, his shirt tightened over his baseless chest, and his feet pressed against his sneakers. It was all so overwhelming.
“Mr. Keating, are you feeling okay?” Mr. Hawthorne inquired - a look of concern present on his face.
“Yeah, n-never better,” Alex said, although his look of panic told another story. It seemed his height was finally reaching a plateau, now exaggerating his lankiness to a near-cartoonish degree. He knew he should’ve been 5’6” but he towered over the desk now, as if he’d grown an entire foot! “Wait, wh-why did you call me by my last-”
RIIIPP!!
The feeling of air against Alex’s belly button left zero doubt that his shirt had torn in the front, exposing his pale, slim abdomen. Or…at least it should be slim, right? Instead, it appeared to have taken on a little pudge. Or was it muscle? He couldn’t tell, but he swore he could make out the definition of an extremely-faint indentation on his stomach. Even worse, his blue and white vertical-striped t-shirt now closely resembled a crop top. God, why was this happening?
When Alex looked back up, he noticed that Mr. Hawthorne’s cheeks had also reddened. The corners of his mouth were lifted slightly, as if he was trying to repress a smile. It seemed that both of them were a little hot and bothered. Mr. Hawthorne stood up from his desk and the two were nearly at eye level now. Surprisingly enough, it appeared Alex now had a few inches on his professor. “Sir, I think you should-”
“Sir?” Alex squeaked, his eyes welling with tears as his face burned red with levels of humiliation he didn’t think were possible. In response to hearing that seemingly insignificant word, his cock bobbed up in his tight shorts, making them even more uncomfortable than before. First being referred to by his last name and now sir. It seemed rather bizarre for a laid-back professor like Mr. Hawthorne to talk to him like that. “No one’s ever called me…” Alex trailed off. It was getting so hot in here that he felt like he could faint. He felt like a lanky freak.
“I have to go,” was all he said before darting out the door. Mr. Hawthorne uttered some sort of rebuttal, but Alex didn’t care. Mortification was an understatement for how he felt right now. Unfortunately, the hallway offered zero respite. The bevy of quizzical looks from the few idle students outside only further crippled his self esteem. However, as he looked around at the crowd, he realized that he towered most of them now. Alex tried not to pay it any mind - he just wanted to escape and maybe to call Emma for help. With his clothes threatening to burst, he hastily scrambled through the corridor until finally he found refuge: a unisex bathroom at the end of the hall. Fittingly, there was a loud ripping sound as soon as he hurled himself through the door and locked it. He wearily tried to catch his breath as he flipped on the lightswitch. Finally, some peace. Now he could try to assess what the hell just happened to him.
“Fuck me…” Alex cried, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was so tall now that he had to bend his knees just to see his reflection. His shredded t-shirt more closely resembled a toga that left his navel on prime display. His shorts fared no better; they were vacuum-sealed around his thighs and threatening to burst. It looked like he was standing in front of some funhouse mirror, but no, this was really happening. Alex contemplated for a brief moment. He’d never been tall before and it definitely was a nice, unexpected change. “Oh my god I…totally embarrassed myself and…I look like a freak!” he exclaimed, gazing at his sweaty, red-faced reflection. He ran a hand through his ruffled blonde hair and tried in vain to pull his shirt down over his stomach. Cursing again, his fingers brushed against the waistband of his shorts.
The movement triggered a chain reaction through his clothes. Emanating from his pockets, a wave of light gray fabric gradually stained the top of his black gym shorts. An oval of pant loops flowered around his waistline, converting the cheap spandex to a boxy yet soft polyester textile. Just above his butt, a strip of rayon materialized and attached itself to one of the new pant loops. As this mysterious strip elongated, it quickly formed into the beginning of a pair of suspenders.
Suddenly, a deep pain emanated from his crotch and ass. “AAAIIYYEE!!” he yelped, his voice echoing across the bathroom. In one instant, Alex’s balls and buttcheeks were being compressed by his tightening pair of shorts. Thankfully, the sensation slackened after a mere second of awkward agony, and Alex quickly discerned the culprit to be a leather strap that was rapidly materializing up the middle of his back and hiking his shorts higher. “What the hell!” he snarled, feeling the leather strap slink up his back before it reached his shoulders where it promptly split in two. In the mirror, Alex watched as a brand new pair of brown suspender straps gracefully unraveled down into two straight lines over his tattered shirt. As the dapper suspenders reached his pant loops, they simultaneously developed metal clasps and fastened themselves to Alex’s shorts, raising them slightly higher.
Alex was speechless. His shorts were leaving nothing to the imagination. A quick glance in the mirror revealed that his bulge was clearly visible - not to mention, how uncomfortable his gray wool shorts felt as they dug into his asscrack. Irritated and bewildered, he grabbed at his bulge to readjust it, but the motion only aggravated the wool and polyester fabric and caused his skimpy, lederhosen-esque shorts began to subtly vibrate. To his shock, they then started to crawl down his lower body. It tickled at first so he kicked his leg, but that only provoked the fabric to cascade freely down his thighs and calves until they stopped at his ankles. As he looked at his reflection, he gasped as he found himself fully draped in a dapper pair of expensive-looking gray pants. “Wait, what is this?” Alex was beside himself. He spun around, studying this new article of clothing that he would have never worn by choice. The last time he even wore anything remotely formal was for his high school graduation years ago. He wanted to investigate further, but another tingling sensation in his abdomen prevented him.
A momentary gust of wind inundated Alex’s face, causing him to shut his eyes. When he reopened them, he noticed that the culprit had been his t-shirt, which had stretched down unexpectedly to conceal his exposed midriff. Held down by his new suspenders, the taut shirt also began to dye itself a pale white and it produced a new, refined textile out in opposite directions. A decadent poplin swiftly climbed up his cheap cotton shirt and rapidly stitched itself together to fill in the holes. It felt sensational as the luxurious fabric delicately crept around Alex’s navel and tickled the small of his back.
“Wh-whoa, this feels great,” he purred, completely floored at how something as trivial as clothing was starting to turn him on. The fabric made its way to his neck where it hardened and flapped up before promptly folding down into a neat crease revealing that a new shirt collar had bloomed into existence.
Before he could focus on that, a column of buttons materialized across his chest and abdomen, immediately clasping themselves shut. Alex ran a finger across the top ones: an action which caused his cock to suddenly ascend higher and strain against the constraints of his new dress pants. Nervously, he examined his arms by slowly turning them back and forth. With rapt attention, he watched as buttons fastened around his wrists, and finalized the creation of a pristine white dress shirt that now enveloped his torso. He kicked one of his legs, feeling the gray silk of his dress pants swish with his movements. “I look so adult,” he mused. “This is kinda awesome! Oh my…How on earth is this possible?”
Alex’s thoughts were diverted as another ticklish feeling emanated from his crotch. He watched in awe as his zipper elongated and stretched down on its own, as if it was bulging out to allow for a larger package to occupy it. Even though it was confusing, he was relieved that his fancy new dress pants were finally giving his cock some much-needed room. He exhaled and felt beads of sweat appear on his forehead. This tiny bathroom was starting to feel cramped and stuffy and these new proper clothes weren’t assuaging him much, but it wasn’t like he could just walk out looking like this! Alex groaned and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like he was dressed for church with his fancy shirt and dorky suspenders. At least the clothes seemed rather fitted to his trim figure. Curiously, he turned around and eyed his perky butt in the bathroom mirror. He gave it a little shake and smiled. Although his butt was not as muscular or perky as Mr. Hawthorne’s, his trousers definitely helped accentuate his curves. Maybe there were some benefits to these swanky clothes.
The second thing Alex noticed was a bright glimmer just below his phone. Somehow, a shimmering golden watch had appeared around his right wrist! “What the hell is this now?” Alex’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat. For some reason, his voice sounded rather gravelly. And rather cantankerous. “This is unbelievable,” he said with a cough that thankfully came from his familiar, shaky voice. “Why did I put this watch on today?”
Alex gazed at the watch and a new memory entered his head. He could remember buying this watch from one of those boutique jewelry shops downtown. It eroded his previous thought that a college kid like him couldn’t afford such a thing. But that couldn’t be true. The proof was staring him right in the eye, taunting him with its luxury and maturity. No nineteen year old would ever wear something as sophisticated as this. Alex’s cock throbbed in his trousers at that thought. That’s right. Sophisticated. What a powerful, all-encompassing word. He’d never thought of himself as sophisticated before. Even the cashier at the jewelry store had commented on that sophisticated presence of his when he’d bought this gold watch.
“The girls aren’t gonna believe this,” Alex said, his heart beating faster now as he logged back into his phone, eager to update his Snapchat with a picture of the watch. He swiped through his home screen, but the app was nowhere to be found. Instinctively, he opened up his messages app and found that not only had the text grown to an embarrassingly large size, but also his inbox was filled with a multitude of names he didn’t recognize. Charles, Michael, Bill, Thomas, Wallace, Benjamin, Arthur? Who the hell were those people?
He wanted to search his phone further, however a few pinpricks in his arms caught his attention. In a series of small bursts , he could feel thousands of tiny hairs sprout across his arms, rapidly elongating and twisting around on themselves. A bundle of blonde curlicues in particular unfurled on top of his wrist - the brown-colored tendrils piled up below his Micheal Kors golden watch. Delicately, the hairs rubbed against the insides of his dress shirt while they glided towards his shoulders.
Alex had never considered himself a hairy guy, but it was like his mind was playing catch up with reality. As the ocean of hair rapidly made its way to his armpits and then to his chest, he doubted the validity of that thought. Of course he was a hairy guy. Abnormally hairy even. At first, he could remember being insecure about it, but the older he’d gotten the more he’d embraced having a hairy chest and hairy legs and even an unsightly patch on his lower back.
“Mmmm fuck,” Alex moaned as the carpet of hair trailed over his bare skin. It felt like a million caresses across his small pecs. He felt corrupted in a way. It was odd to believe that a 20 year old could even grow this much hair, but the evidence was staring him right in the face. Serendipitously, his top shirt button popped open, revealing a bundle of manly curls spiraling outward and over the fabric. “I look like a freak,” Alex said. Despite the faint disgust in his voice, he couldn’t mask his suppressed enjoyment of the ordeal. He squirmed in place as the hair rapidly descended over his crotch and down to his legs. By the time it finally stopped, Alex’s boner had only gotten harder. All this hair - it made him feel great and manly, yet also slightly revolted by the whole ordeal. He swayed around on his Nike sneakers and felt his blanket of hair rub up against his clothes and he couldn’t help but simper. These fancy clothes, this hair. Why was this all happening to him? Or rather…how long had his body been like this?
Alex’s phone had long since gone into sleep mode and he realized he’d been in this bathroom for quite a while. Putting the device in his pocket, he felt a brief wave of trepidation pass through him as he gripped the door handle. This hirsute body and enhanced wardrobe of his would definitely turn heads, but maybe he could just get to his next class and things would all be okay. Wait, which class was that again? God, his mind was feeling fuzzy. He just needed to get out of this damn bathroom.
Thankfully, the coast was clear as Alex, the overdressed, hairy college student slipped back into the hallway. As he tried to silently make his way through the atrium, a faint click-clack rhythm crescendoed to fill the mostly vacant airspace. It took a few moments for him to realize the tapping was coming from his shoes. He stopped in place and felt a faint breeze blow against his gray wool pants. “My shoes…” he whispered incredulously. For a moment, he wondered if he’d stepped in mud, but that wasn’t the case. Instead of his typical black and white Nike trainers, a pair of glossy brown Brogues were staring back at him - the thin laces perfectly tied. Even Alex’s socks felt more silky, as if they’d turned from low-rise athletic socks to skintight pinstriped shears. “I d-don’t remember putting these on today,” he stuttered, yet as he blinked, an image of an immaculately organized closet full of dress shoes and loafers flashed through his mind. It was a familiar sight - him sitting in his chair sliding his nylon black socks over his calves every day getting ready for work - even though a struggling part of him swore he didn’t have a job. He blinked again and was met with another image of a bedroom cabinet filled with dress shirts and blazers all suspended by hangers. They all were so large they resembled blankets. Another blink and Alex was back to reality - his dizzying, nonsensical reality. He was just about to exit through the front door when he suddenly heard a familiar voice .
“Hey Alex, you okay?”
Alex’s spine straightened up at the sound of his name. He peered at the girl in front of him while his brain took a second to process. He knew her right? Right, it was his friend: Emma, of course! She looked…shorter than he remembered for some reason, but he didn’t have time to think about that. She would know how to get him out of this mess! “Why hello there,” Alex boomed, immediately cringing at how rehearsed his theatrically jovial tone sounded. He cleared his throat in disgust. “Emma, I need your help. I-I’ve been feeling weird all day.”
Emma made a face and glanced up at him. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know how to explain,” Alex replied, his voice on the verge of whining. “I just….I-I feel like something’s super wrong with me today.”
“Dude, come on. Is this still about Hawthorne?” She coyly giggled. “Did he start kissing you after you told him your research paper topic?”
Alex’s shoulders relaxed for the first time in minutes hearing that familiar laugh. The anxiety he’d been feeling started to diffuse out into a mild vexation. “No, no it was just…kinda embarrassing… At least, I think it was? I was talking to him and then I had to leave for some reason.” Alex paused for a moment as if he was having trouble recalling the events from minutes ago. “I don’t know. I still feel all flustered about it. It’s quite unbecoming of me, I know.”
“Oh hush,” Emma dissuaded with a playful hand wave. “You’re a great guy. You’re like…super mature and professional all the time. You’re the only guy I’ve met who wears a suit to class every day.”
In milliseconds, a resplendent gray jacket identical to the shade of Alex’s pants appeared around his shoulders, draping itself around his short, skinny body like a cloak. It unraveled perfectly, leaving just enough space for his white dress sleeve cuffs and his shirt collar to poke out while also resting parallel to his waistline. As a bonus, it even covered up those suspenders he’d been incessantly embarrassed of. Instinctively, he ran his finger over a lapel and felt the distinct ridges of the corduroy against his fingertip. Simultaneously, he swore he felt a faint pulse emanate from his stomach.
“Honestly, more guys should wear suits,” Emma continued. “I like the gray jacket today too. Makes you look cute!”
Alex blushed. “Why thank you very much, but…I don’t wanna look cute. I wanna look…handsome.”
“Handsome, cute, or whatever you wanna call it,” Emma said. “You’re an absolute catch and Hawthorne should appreciate that.”
Alex smiled. He took another deep breath, which caused a faint gurgling to emanate from his gut. “I appreciate the kind words very much, but it would be completely unscrupulous of me to even think about having an affair with one of my superiors.”
“Unscrupulous?” “Yeah, you know, lacking morals or fair judgment.” Alex felt a faint pressure building in his gut. “Unprincipled, unethical, reprobate, exploitative-.”
“Alright, alright I got it. Calm down English major,” Emma laughed.
A jolly, booming chortle emanated from Alex - one that far exceeded his usual tepid titter and lasted for a few seconds. During that time, his stomach started to widen like an inflating balloon, bobbing up and down inside his dress shirt as it gradually developed a spherical appearance. His once loose shirt buttons grew taut as his new small yet sturdy potbelly made its presence known. Completely oblivious to the metamorphosis happening right under his nose that completely eradicated his skinny figure, Alex continued, his voice sounding just a tad more gruff than before. “Listen, when you’ve edited enough literary journals as I have, enriching your vocabulary is a natural aftereffect.”
“Wow, that’s impressive,” Emma remarked. “I’m actually looking to become one of the top editors for the school’s literary journal. It’s been a gradual process but it’s really helping me improve my writing skills.”
“That’s wonderful news!” Alex bellowed while his belly distended forward, curving both his suspenders and suit jacket against its growing mass. Luckily, his clothes stretched in unison with his power gut, refusing to strain or tear one single fiber. His belly continued to swell larger and larger until it grew so impressive that it offset his center of gravity. Subconsciously, Alex widened his stance and positioned his legs further apart, which allowed for his hindquarters to expand outward with sturdy, robust muscle to carry this growing boulder.
“How funny,” Alex remarked gleefully, unaware of the strengthening muscles in his loins that supported his increasing weight. “I experienced quite a similar thing when I attended university.” His doubts and confusion seemed to vanish as a brand new memory crossed his psyche. “I knew that I had always been a writer of sorts, but when I joined the Mosaic Journal, it all seemed to click for me. It was the reason I gained confidence and befriended all of my cronies. Even though it started out as just a hobby, it gradually prepared me for everything else to come in my career.”
“That’s really inspirational to hear,” Emma replied with an earnest smile before a puzzled expression crossed her face. She craned her neck slightly up at the well-dressed, plumpening man in front of her. “Thank you very much, Mister…erm…”
“Keating,” Alex finished.
Mr. Keating. He loved the sound of that.
Another wave of growth pulsed through him. Now, his belly had developed an unmistakable droop and part of his white dress shirt now poked out from beneath his gray suit jacket. A pendulous weight as round and firm as a pumpkin now hung over the loops of his suit pants. Alex blinked and swore he felt himself slip out of his distracted state. Glancing down at the sphere below him for a brief moment, he realized he couldn’t even see his feet.
The girl in front of him piped up again. “Well, I’ve got to head to class Mr. Keating, but I’ll see you around! Thanks again!”
Alex gave a close lipped smile as he waved goodbye to the girl as she walked past him and down the hall. Once she was out of sight, he fixed his attention back to that unmistakable spare tire of his. A peculiar mix of excitement and fear washed over him. On one hand, it felt nice to be admired and treated as if he had one ounce of authority, but on the other hand, that idea sent shivers down his spine. Curiously, he gripped one side of his hairy ball belly and studied the feeling of muscle in his hand. It was very disarming. Bellies were supposed to be unsightly and flabby, but Alex’s gut was different. Although it had a faint layer of pudge on top, underneath it felt like a firm, heavy boulder. Not sure what to make of this, Alex turned his attention to his watch, enjoying the subtle luxury it exuded. “I feel powerful,” was all he could say and his lips twitched upright into a smirk.
All of a sudden, the door for a nearby lecture hall opened up and students poured into the hallway. A few of them couldn’t help but turn and glance over at Alex as they exited, but how could they not? His wide frame took up nearly the entire corridor, not to mention how outlandishly dressed he was compared to them. The color drained from Alex’s face as the familiar dread recirculated through his head. Being powerful and mature seemed cool a moment ago, but maybe he wasn’t ready nor deserving of it. After all, he had trouble even writing a simple essay or conducting a speech, and that’s something that powerful people do all the time. And powerful people certainly didn’t embarrass themselves in front of their number one crush!
Alex tried to run, but from the first step, he realized that was impossible given the one-hundred pound weight attached to the front of him. Fuck, had his belly grown even larger since he last looked? As if that wasn’t enough, it wobbled in place with each wide step he took, forcing his gait to decelerate into a bumbling waddle. Thankfully, there was an exit door only a few steps ahead which would lead out into the school courtyard. Surely, there must be a vacant bench out there that he could rest on and compile his thoughts at…
He shoved open the door and felt the brisk, fresh air immediately relieve him. As he shuffled along the sidewalk, he found that his stomach was not the only thing that was bouncing up and down. His thighs jiggled, his bulge bobbed, and ass all shook rhymically in unison. His dress pants felt tight once again, almost as if they were vacuum-sealed to those hairy legs of his. Alex tried to peer down at his legs, but was greeted only by the sight of the bulging buttons of his grey suit jacket. This damn belly seemed like such a nuisance.
Alex turned to his right and noticed a large figure reflected in the plexiglass window next to him. He blinked and suddenly, everything became all blurry. At first, he’d thought the window was just dirty, but as he looked down at his golden watch, he found that it was also blurred. Something grazed the bridge of his nose, causing him to blink again. When his eyes opened back up, the world had shifted back into focus, and he realized his body had grown massively since he last saw it. Not only that, but a pair of metal round eyeglasses were now in the middle of his face.
“What the…Is that…me?” Alex froze in place and marveled at his gargantuan, formally-dressed reflection. Everything was clearer than ever before. Although his circular-lensed glasses looked quite unsuitable for his youthful face, they made him look much more dignified. He wanted to hate them, but they truly did make him look more intelligent, which was a weird thing for him to consider. He’d always gotten average grades and never tried too hard in school, but being intelligent was starting to seem like an admirable trait. The next thing he noticed was his belly, which stretched so far out in front of him. His tall legs, once slender, also appeared to have developed some faint girth to them as well. Even his shoulders appeared to have broadened out a bit, making his youthful head look absurd on this hulking, hirsute figure. Sure enough, when he moved his body, the giant male reflection in the plexiglass did the same. His belly was so massive now that it partially concealed his massive bulge.
Curiously, Alex turned to his side profile and watched his weird muscle belly shift with him, jiggling up and down only a tiny bit. Partially hidden beneath his grey coattails, he noticed that his butt also appeared to have developed a discernible amount of plumpness. Its usually perkiness had been overridden by the same fusion of rigid muscle and pudge that had taken over his belly. Tacitly, Alex turned his back towards the glass and realized his rump’s growth was far from over. It inflated slowly and mercifully, with his dress pants seamlessly widening their waistline to accompany it. The perky, semi-muscular ass Alex had prided himself on was promptly overridden by rapidly multiplying layers of cellulite and firm muscle that fattened up his cheeks like elastic. The light grey fabric strained around his gray pants only accentuated his mountainous, rounder asscheeks further. Alex’s coattails proved to be no match for this ridiculously round butt of his and instead of concealing it like they had moments ago, they instead rested an inch below his pant loops. The pockets on either of his cheeks looked fit to burst.
“This is fucking c-crazy,” Alex trembled, trying to fight his arousal. Thankfully his honeypot-shaped belly did a decent job of hiding his erection. “My butt looks like it could have its own zip code!”
Alex continued watching as his thighs came in next, ballooning out into muscular cushions, which were more than capable of lugging this colossal figure around. Even his calves pressed out against his pants now, creating distinct muscular ovals in the fabric. Alex spun back around towards the plexiglass and felt his mass sway again with his movements. Fuck, was this going to be his life forever now? The idea seemed terrifying, but also oddly enticing.
Alex faced the plexiglass again just in time to notice his midriff widen as two immense love handles stretched out from either side of his belly. He lifted up his suit jacket and his mouth gaped at the glorious sight of them drooping just above his broad 44” inch waist. They looked ready to bulge out of his shirt like a Christmas ham. It was such a compelling sight - every part of his hairy figure stretching outward to occupy more space than he ever had as a skinny college student. He stared a little while longer, nearly toppling over as his pecs expanded out like airbags without notice. Alex’s meaty fingers clumsily fumbled with his suit lapel, but he flipped open his jacket just in time to see the two rectangular shapes make themselves known. Unlike his belly, his new meaty pecs consisted almost entirely of muscle. Mercifully, his tight dress shirt stretched with his torso’s irrefutable growth, refusing to tear even one inch. Alex stared at his enhanced reflection so longingly that he was getting lost in it.
The sight of his youthful face in the midst of this masculine mountain of maturity was nothing short of erotic. Even the top curls of his hairy chest still dangled outward just above his second shirt button. He was nothing short of imposing. These new dinner plate-sized pecs resting on top of his enormous basketball belly in addition to a meaty moose knuckle and great wide muscle ass… He felt so turned on that he felt like he could just explode.
“Professor Ellsworth, you’re quite the sight for sore eyes! I figured you’d gone into hiding.”
Alex felt his world unfreeze. In the blink of an eye, his blazer had rebuttoned itself on its own, tightly shielding his meaty, hairy torso just as he turned around to face the mysterious voice. It was a tall, handsome man who looked to be in his forties dressed in a nice suit. A lanyard around his neck identified him as Professor Patrick Brown. He was kinda hot in a DILF way, but with his primarily silver hair, maybe he was a little too old for Alex . Oh well, the guy seemed nice enough at least… But wait a second, had he just called him a professor?!
“How has your week been, Professor? Are you still mentoring the debate team? How’s that going?”
“Mentoring?” Alex repeated aloud. He wanted to disavow this claim but it was like this man’s words had injected memories into his head. He had been helping a group of twenty or so students improve their debate skills and conducting a multitude of discussions in the classroom that carried on for hours sometimes. “I…uh…guess I did mentor them,” Alex said, feeling the world twisting around him as he tried to piece together this new reality and life he was stepping into. He felt himself obeying these new recollections. His cock shivered as he imagined himself as the professor this guy said he was - speaking in a more authoritative manner and seeing students develop new skills with his guidance. “My students…uh…they have gotten so proficient over the semester, I swear they hardly need me to give them guidance in their debates.” A rich and hearty chortle tumbled out of him as he pictured himself leading a group of students his age. “Yes, I do suppose it makes me feel proud…in a way.”
“That’s great, you should be proud!”
“I…am…proud…” Alex replied, almost moaning as he felt his arms erupt forth with mass. His sleeves, once baggy, promptly cinched around his rapidly swelling biceps and triceps.
He tried to maintain eye contact with Professor Brown while he tried to suppress the erotic thought that they were becoming equals in not only physicality, but also status. It made sense. Alex’s suit was just as nice as this man’s, but at least he wasn’t as old as a guy like that. Although, the dude looked to be in pretty good shape for being in his 50s. Another wave of energy pulsed through Alex. His toes curled in his brogues as he felt his biceps bulge against his dress shirt, straining the fabric to its limit just like every other body part of his was doing. It felt so good to feel every part of him expand larger than he could've ever imagined. He stole a quick glance to see that next to his prominent pecs were a pair of arms whose bulk could be seen through his grey suit jacket.
Alex smirked. This guy was treating him like a professor and even though it felt wrong to keep playing with the idea, the satisfaction was too much to resist. Not only that but it was rather intoxicating to talk to another adult who treated him like a mature equal. A few thin bristles sprouted out above Alex’s lips as his semi-nasally yet gruff voice broke the brief silence. “How have…uh…your students been this semester?”
“Mostly great. You know me though, I’m just trying to get the last of my assignments graded before finals week. The struggles of being a professor, you know how it is.” “Yes, isn’t it such drudgery?” Alex replied. Before he could question his word choice, a giant caterpillar of a mustache sprouted out from his face. Thick tendrils sensated his upper lip which in turn began to develop some additional plumpness.
“My, my. You have a phrase for everything, don't you Professor Ellsworth?”
Alex chortled at that goofy last name again, and felt his corpulent stomach bounce. This time when he spoke he felt this new deft and competent personality coming on stronger than before. When he spoke, the voice that came out of him was significantly lower-pitched and matched the vocal gruffness that was plaguing him all day. “Being a department head for nearly thirty years means you have a locution for every feasible circumstance.” He tried to clear his throat. The rational part of him realized this weird voice should disappear, but this strengthened, mature voice in him started to overpower that. If he was an experienced professor, then it made sense he had to change and have a voice to match. Alex’s cock bobbed again in his trousers and he realized how much he was enjoying this. Wait, had he said he’d been here for thirty years?
“Wow! Has it really been thirty years for you?” Professor Brown in front of him was impressed. “I suppose it makes sense though. I remember meeting you for the first time around ten years ago, but that was back when we both had a lot less wrinkles on our faces, right?”
“Wow, thirty years,” Alex parrotted. Thirty years was longer than he’d even been alive yet the idea of existing in decades he’d never experienced was quite a thrilling concept. It was kinda cool how his mind now filled in the blanks. Recollections of being a diligent, insightful, and somewhat brusque professor from the 1990s to present day promptly eclipsed any previous memories of being a kid during that time period. Any vestigial fear of his was quickly smothered by a plethora of memories of teaching thousands of prospective students. He knew each building like the back of his hand and he’d taught classes inside a good number of them. Tens of different classes of varying skills, although most were a mix of writing or literature courses. He was a smart guy. Super erudite. He had three decades of tenure as one of the leading professors in this university. He was well-renowned in his field as well, having written a multitude of journals and essays too. He smiled proudly and a pair of pronounced crows’ feet marked themselves on the opposite corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a buzzing in Alex’s pocket. He flipped open his brown leather phone case and squinted his eyes as he read the caller ID of James H. A drop of triumph pinged through him; he could finally figure out who one of these bizarre new contacts in his phone were. “Sorry Pat, I gotta take this,” Alex heard himself say. “I’ll see you at the faculty meeting on Friday. Take care,” He spun around and held the phone up to his ear. “Hello?”
An apprehensive yet all-too-familiar voice came through the line. “Hey uh, I know this is a bit out of nowhere, but I randomly thought about you after class.”
“James,” Alex trembled, his fear sounding almost comical paired with his sophisticated bass. He’d tried to say Mr. Hawthorne, but his mouth completely betrayed his thoughts. In one instant, he felt all of his newfound adulthood disintegrate and he remembered he was just some gangly kid with a one-sided crush on his teacher. But then, why did this teacher have his phone number?
“I know, sorry to just call you out of nowhere. How are you? Do you have a free moment?” James ventured again. His usually commanding voice sounded rather subdued. He almost sounded servile.
“Yeah, I’m free. I’ve been doing quite well,” Alex boomed. He’d tried to soften his words to match James’ meekness, but his loud, boisterous voice prevented that possibility. “Just uh…finished my 2PM lecture,” he fibbed with a cocky belly laugh. His cock throbbed again in his pants hearing not only James’ sexy voice, but his own as well.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about you, right?” James confided, his familiar confidence resurfacing. “Chris and I both really…We miss you a lot. We haven’t been able to think of much else since you came over last Saturday.”
Alex’s head was spinning. It was so fucking erotic to hear James talk to him this way and his head was overrun by the intoxicating idea that his dream could be coming true, but what was he talking about? And who was Chris? “Oh really?” he swallowed, trying to prevent his throat from drying up. “What were we doing there?” he added, although his weird, new sultry bass made his tone sound much more flirtatious. Wait, how had his voice even sounded before all this?
“Oh, I think you know exactly what we were doing there,” James purred. “Chris won’t shut up about that sexy muscle gut of yours.”
Alex’s hips gave an uncontrollable buck; he felt like he was going to explode. More wrinkles carved themselves into his youthful face, finally reflecting the innate maturity locked inside him and ready to be unleashed. A blast of confidence poured through him as this new gruff persona began to override his meeker one. “Yeah, it’s no surprise he couldn’t take his eyes off me. You couldn’t either.” Alex said, surprised by his own temerity. He blinked and he could see himself next to James and another burly, muscular man. The two studs were rubbing their washboard abs against his potbelly while they feverishly worshipped and caressed every inch of his massive figure as he towered over them. Then, he’d taken turns kissing and fucking them and they loved every single second of it. They begged for it. For the first time, Alex didn’t question this new memory. After all, what was there to question? He was the entire package. A wise, handsome, prized scholar who loved nothing more than to get his rocks off and assert his maturity all over fellow men. Some skinny, some fat, some muscular. It didn’t matter. They all worshipped the fuck out of his massive daddy cock and lusted for the chance to caress his enormous corpulent figure.
James sounded aroused too. “Can you get over here for just a minute? I’ve only got twenty minutes till my next class. I know we’ve got plans anyway to meet up later tonight, but I really want to see you all dressed up, Roy.”
“On my way,” Alex replied, his tone cold and authoritative. Mercifully, the courtyard had been devoid of eavesdropping students. Alex snickered. This was a recurring problem of his. Although he pledged to keep his concupiscence separate from his career, oftentimes the two intertwined. But he couldn’t help being so turned by himself all the time.
As he stepped back inside the hall, his boyish face started to undergo a permanent metamorphosis. “Roy,” he whispered to himself and felt the power of that name travel through every nook and cranny of his brain. His boyish face was no match for the omnipresent adulthood enveloping him. His lips plumped out, becoming more pronounced and kissable beneath his blonde 1970s porno mustache while a prominent yet somewhat fat chin forcefully pushed itself outward. Two faint dimples appeared on Alex’s cheeks and his blank expression turned into a naturally radiant close-lipped smile, almost like that of Santa Claus. His cheeks grew larger while his nose grew fatter and rounder. By this point, he was unrecognizable from the scrawny 20 year old he’d been before. He knew this, and despite such significant changes, he knew that this new body felt much more befitting. He was meant to be smart and adored by his peers. Although he couldn’t have James all to himself, this outcome he’d never thought possible was more than enough. Besides now that he probably had a good thirty years of age on his fellow professor, they didn’t seem as compatible as before. They were simply from two different generations now. It didn’t take anything away from how attracted and respectful they still were to each other, in both a personal and professional sense. Perhaps this was a new yet equally strong type of love.
To complement this, a stripe of white hair appeared on Alex’s scalp. It promptly started at the crown of his head, spreading silver follicles like an ocean tide while pushing his hairline back a few millimeters in the process. His eyebrows and mustache both bleached themselves as well, giving him that weathered, authoritative look. Instead of shyly staring at the ground as he walked, Alex subconsciously squared his shoulders and glanced around, now choosing to nod and smile at passersby. The distinct rapping of his dress shoes certainly turned heads, but he was used to the glances and whispers from students. Swaddled in his favorite formalwear, Alex felt sexier than he ever had as a twenty-something. With every step he took, the reality of him being a fledgling gay college student grew farther and farther away. The amount of intoxicating testosterone undulating through his hulking, hairy, larger-than-life figure was enough to eradicate his old self for good.
As Alex opened the door to James’ classroom, any remnants of his innocent, juvenile crush were converted into an unbridled lust. Professor Roy Ellsworth couldn’t be tied down. Every guy in town wanted to taste his 55 year old professor cock – and he couldn’t blame them at all! With the loveable charm of a grandfather and the libido of a prized stallion, it was no wonder that Roy never had any trouble picking up men. Guys loved to bask in his sweet, manly power and James and his buff husband Chris were no exception. He was so good at pleasuring both of them that it was nearly a weekly thing. It was far from Roy’s first interaction with a married man or even married men for that matter.
James’ face lit up and stood up from his desk as Roy entered the empty classroom. With his width, he hardly made it through the door without rubbing against the doorframe. Always overdressed, Roy’s suit was quite the contrast to James’ dress shirt and khakis, but James loved it. It only accentuated the fact that Roy was technically his superior and James savored every bit of that dynamic. “Shut the door behind you,” James said in his casual yet enamored tone. Both mens’ erect bulges bounced as they made their way to each other. Roy raised one of his bushy eyebrows and gave his bulge a playful shake.
“Glad to see you, stud,” Roy smirked as the two embraced. His enormous potbelly smushed against James’ washboard abs. “Fuck, you’re looking incredible today. I swear your muscles grow everytime I see you.” He knew exactly what to say to get his coworker riled up.
“Say that in front of Chris,” James replied, unable to resist giving Roy a quick peck on the lips. He placed one of his hands on Roy’s belly and gave it a shake. “That’ll push him over the edge.”
“Will do,” Roy replied, placing one of his meaty hands on James’ muscular shoulder. “You know the highlight of my week is taking turns on my two prized muscle studs.”
“You’re a fucking pro at it,” James purred as he leaned in for another kiss, this one longer and passionate. A surge of lust overcame Roy and he promptly pressed his coworker against the wall, which was a rather easy feat given his new found strength. James moaned in agreement and brought a hand to Roy’s round cheeks, even giving some of his longer mustache hairs a twirl. As compensation, Roy gave James’ muscular ass a firm squeeze. It was quite the hot sight. Even though James had the build of an amateur bodybuilder, he was no match for the old-school strength of a burly powerlifter like Roy.
Roy smiled as he pulled away. “Whoa now boy, let’s save some of that for tonight.”
James took a deep breath, his face already red with emotion. “That’s fair,” he breathed. “We’re getting quite brazen.”
“Nothing wrong with a little presumption,” Roy smiled, running a hand through his coworker’s short gelled hair.
“Hey, don't mess it up.” James retorted, although he tried to sound indignant, his tone was far more playful. It was adorable. Roy had that effect on guys. Their tough-guy facades always crumbled when they took his daddy dick. There was nothing more he loved than toying with his men.
“Sheesh look at those guns,” Roy remarked, changing the subject. “You’ve gotta flex for me before I head out.”
A loving smile appeared on James’ face. “What? These old things,” he laughed before flexing his right arm up to flex, the seams of his dress shirt strained against the mass of his impressive bicep. “They’re made for worshipping that sexy powerlifter belly of yours.”
“That’s what daddy likes to hear,” Roy replied as James let out a deep breath, as if he was fantasizing about Roy right in front of him. Roy turned to the side, but still looked over his shoulder at James, giving him a view of his near-impossible width all packed into his fancy formalwear. “I see you’ve been working out for me,” he said. “You’re getting bigger every week for me, I love to see that.”
“Of course daddy,” James replied before striking another pose. “It’s all for you.”
“Well, daddy has to go teach his 2:30 PM lecture, but he will reward you and a husband of your choice handsomely with his cock later tonight,” Roy said with a sly wink. “See you two then.” He then turned, allowing James to soak in the view of his massive back, all draped in his bedsheet-sized grey suit jacket, however he playfully gave his coattails a little flick to give his coworker an uninhibited view of his massive daddy ass. He knew his immense butt was always a favorite of the guys he fooled around with. “Take care,” he said, turning his nub of a neck to the side before pushing the door back open and walking back through the hall.
James listened until the distinct rapping of his shoes were out of earshot and he sat in silence for a brief moment. His mind was racing, excitedly thinking of how amazing he and Chris were going to feel tonight. This whole affair with Roy had fueled a mutual fulfillment of he and his husband’s innermost daddy kink and they loved every second of it. Roy did too, clearly. It was the perfect arrangement and every party seemed more than satisfied. James brushed off his shirt and pants and sat back down at his desk. He took a deep, victorious breath. “I’m so glad we can be together.”
