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College is Transformative - Part I

It was a bright summer morning, but even though I’d only been outside for two hours at the most, my pale body was already baking in the August sun. My job for my college newspaper required me to travel through the football stadium and its parking lot with my camera to document the several forms of student engagement found during these big games. Given that I was a rather thin and reserved Engineering student who preferred playing video games than watching sports, I didn’t frequent these events too much, which made this experience feel even more foreign to me. Thinking back to how I was told about my assignment, I really begin to regret not putting up more of a fight to get someone else to take these pictures. But my classmate and the newspaper editor, Bridget, has too much power over me. “Matthew, I know that you’re not the sporty type, but I literally have no one else! This is a big game for the university, so it would be insane not to have any documentation of it. I promise I’ll make it up to you another time!” She pleaded, her sadness and dependency on me made it impossible to resist. I had an obvious crush on her, which made me like putty in her hands. Looking back with anger, I realize that she definitely took advantage of my crush given that she knew how much I hated sports.

Trying to make the most of such an early starting time, I used the first two hours prior to kickoff to get acquainted with the layout of the stadium and snap a few pictures of the various enthusiastic yet already-drunk patrons tailgating. I rolled my eyes at the various shirtless men covered in paint matching our school colors. “Yeah, this whole student pride aspect of this cover story is such bullshit” I thought to myself. “This is just an easy excuse for dumb jocks to show off their bulging bodies and get wasted with the various sorority girls wrapped tightly around their biceps…” I exhaled in annoyance and continued to travel across the hot pavement to take more photos.

After walking through a few rows and documenting the celebration, I finally came across some familiar faces in the form of some classmates. Although they were part of a fraternity, they were surprisingly nice to me, especially this dude named Tanner. We had taken a few classes together since he was also an Engineering major and he always seemed really cool. Although, I do think that he also kind of has some sort of crush on me given how he’s looked at me so intently at times. I don’t find guys attractive, but I will say that it was quite the confidence boost to think at least someone found me attractive. I walk up to them and introduce myself. “Hey there, I’m Matthew from the school paper. Do you mind if I take some pictures of your tailgate?”, I say, which caused Tanner to flash a smile towards me. “Sure thing man, but there’s one condition: you have to shotgun a beer with us.” I look at him with a look of discomfort, which he immediately sees. “Hey, it’s all good man. It’s just one beer, I promise you won’t get in trouble or anything. I’ll do one with you if that makes you feel better.” He says as he flashes his pearly white smile once again towards me. Suddenly feeling somewhat calmed, I shake my head in approval, which makes him hoot and holler in happiness.

Tanner turns away and reaches into a cooler to search for some cold beers while I take some photos of the other tailgaters in his area. Before long, he appears next to me with two ice cold beers. “You ready?” He asks. I nod in agreement as he continues speaking. “This beer is quite special, it’s a special frat recipe that I came up with actually”, he continues with a wink. After he says that, it’s clear that he’s trying to flirt with me in some kind of way. Before I can think about it much longer, he brings his beer up closer and I follow suit. He quickly whips out a pocket knife and pokes a hole in both cans. “Drink now!” he cries, which I quickly do as I chug down his homemade beer. I’m not an avid drinker, but there’s definitely something strange tasting about his beer. At first it seemed fine, but I began to notice some strange aftertaste the more I chugged. Looking over to Tanner, he finishes chugging his beer and turns to me and flashes a thumbs up. “You’ve got this man, you’ve got to drink it all!” I hear him yell as his cries of encouragement somehow manage to get me to completely down the entire can. I quickly finish and drop the can as I gasp for air. While I get reacquainted with the idea of breathing, Tanner quickly comes up to me and snaps a quick selfie on his phone. “Whew, that was… definitely something” I say, still a bit confused why I even agreed to do it. Tanner responds with “Hell yeah, it was awesome bro!” and hands me his phone, where I take a look at the photo.

While looking at the photo, I stifle a laugh at the sight of the photo. In it, I look completely out of place, as if I was somehow photoshopped into it. Standing next to Tanner, a blond 5’11” jock, was a tiny pale nerd, which made it look like I somehow accidentally stumbled into frame if it hadn’t been for the beer can up to my lips. Tanner is a blond fairly muscular dude with tanned skin. His blue eyes are the best part of his face, as they perfectly display his friendliness and approachability. But for some unknown reason, he almost always covers his eyes with various pairs of sunglasses, even while inside. However, that doesn’t stop people from approaching him, which only goes to be a testament to his innate sociability. 

On the flipside, my face screams incredibly average, as my widely spaced brown eyes and thin eyebrows only further display my pasty complexion. That would be the main focal point on my face if not for the huge bulbous nose that was crookedly bent time and time again from my various accidental injuries from school-enforced sports activities. Even my hair is a display of my plainness, as my dark brown hair lies flat and unable to be styled no matter how hard I try. Finally, instead of being shirtless like Tanner, I’m clothed in a grey shirt and some khaki shorts.

My focus on the photo is broken as I hear Tanner begin speaking once more. “You did great man! I didn’t expect you to chug that all the way through. If only you were a jock like me, we could do this all the time!” He said with a chuckle. I flashed a smile towards him and begin to speak. “Haha, yeah I’m sure we’d have some great times. If only that was possible!” I say, eager to just agree so I can get out of this conversation. As I talk to Tanner, I suddenly feel this incredibly radiating heat spread all over my body. Fearing that I was somehow getting dehydrated or some kind of heat stroke, I quickly ended the conversation. “Hey, I’m gonna keep walking around and head inside to take some pictures. It was great catching up though!” I say, before quickly walking away and deciding the best course of action would be to head inside the stadium to get some photos of the student section and possibly a drink of water.

I head up to the admission gate and show my journalism badge, where they quickly verify my identity and let me enter the packed stadium. Walking around, the place is in a state of complete pandemonium as drunk students bob and weave through the various lines in the concessions area. Trying to make the best of the situation, I laugh and start taking pictures displaying the students’ stupidity to showcase the “real” college experience like Bridget said she wanted.

As I’m taking my photos, I’m suddenly overcome with an intense pressure in my crotch. “Damn, that beer went through me fast” I think to myself, unsure how I could have suddenly digested that beer so fast given that I hadn’t drunk anything else this morning except for milk with my cereal. Deciding to try and ignore the sensation, I head up to the student section to start taking pictures of the various decorated students. However, this only lasts for a few minutes before the pressure exponentially grows to the point of heat radiating now solely from my crotch. I quickly run down the stairs and frantically search for a sign leading to a bathroom. Finally finding a sign pointing to a bathroom, I rush inside and slam the door shut.

Unable to hold my urine much longer, I run to the urinal and get my pants undone just in time to prevent me pissing my pants. I sigh in relief as I relieve myself and begin to look around the somehow deserted bathroom. “That’s weird, I would have expected the bathrooms to have long lines” I thought to myself as I continued looking until I turned to my left to face a wall-length mirror. “Oh hey, I didn’t see you there” I say, shocked at the pure size of that beast of a man. He was so big in fact, that I couldn’t even see myself in the mirror. Looking up and down and to the sides, I’m insanely confused by my inability to show up in the mirror even though I’m looking at it. “Hey man, could you move for a second?” I say, before clearing at my throat and putting my hand to my throat due to the random gritty tone my voice had. However, my confusion only grows as I watch the brutish jock of a man mouth the same words and do the same movements. My worry is further justified when I look intensely yet confused at the mirror once more and realize that he (or me?) is wearing the same clothes I was wearing...

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College is Transformative - Part II

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“What the fuck?” I grunt, which shocks me even further as I hear the gravely tone continue to come out of my mouth. “Is… that ME?” I cry out in confusion. Looking down, I gasp as I see my once moderate dick now replaced by a much larger and thicker fuck-stick of a cock. I quickly look away in confusion as I put this new dick back into my pants and zip up my shorts. Turning towards the mirror, I’m completely awestruck at what I’m seeing. What used to be a mousy 5’6” nerd is now somehow a 6’1” beast of a man. The face that used to struggle to even have a noticeable mustache has now been completely reformed to have a thick beard that perfectly encases my now-plumper lips. My eyebrows are also now thicker and more prominent along with my nose, which has gone from bulbous and ugly to strong and angular.  

Still in shock and unsure whether I want this to be a dream or not, I turn towards the mirror until I’m looking at it head-on. I take notice of just how much room I take up now, as my broad shoulders and stature almost completely take up the large wall-mounted mirror now. Staring at my biceps, I twist my arm and look at the thick black tattoo adorned across my bicep, a number: 86. While looking at this tattoo, memories begin to rush to the front of my mind. These memories consist of several disjointed scenes involving sports. I remember sitting at home as a child and watching sports with my father, where I used to wish to have physiques like the thickest players on each team. These memories then transition to my elementary years as I began to participate in sports like soccer and baseball, which is where I first started to work out at the school gym after class. At a rapid pace, I recall being the star player on my high school teams, which led to tons of talent scouts, which ultimately led to a full-ride sports scholarship at this college for baseball. On every team I’ve ever played in, my jersey number has always been #86, so I remember getting a tattoo since it’s my special number.  Although I play baseball, I enjoy football as well, so my last memory reminds me of my weekly travels to watch football games with some other bros of mine to support my fellow frat members. I smile as the memories finish up, but a tiny voice in my head echoes in the depths of my brain, saying that this is a lie and I hate sports. Laughing it off, I lift my arm up and flex in the mirror, showing off my thick and bulging biceps. “Yeah, I totally hate sports, pfft. I’m a total jock, I mean look at these guns...” I say, my deep chuckle permeating around the empty bathroom stall. I continue flexing each arm and smiling as I stare at my t-shirt continually straining against these guns of mine. 

My eyes continue to wander across my body, as I have conflicting memories of being incredibly thin and incredibly muscular. Staring at the grey shirt that covers up my torso, I’m insanely curious to see what I truly look like. “Once I can see what I have, I’m sure that I can safely distrust that little voice in my head if it’s wrong.” I think to myself. Unable to resist my curiosity, I quickly take off my shirt and unzip my khaki shorts as they fall down to the ground. In seconds, my wish is granted, as I’m now left completely naked if not for the grey pair of underwear firmly wrapped around my junk.

My admiration session in the mirror continues as I run my thick hands through my thick pelt of chest hair. My hands instinctively cup my pecs as well, feeling them up and down to take in their heft. The journey of my hands continues as they travel down my prominent treasure trail, running along my cobblestone abs until I reach the top of my underwear. I move my hands towards the back of the underwear, as I turn away from the mirror and look behind me. Memories of a flat ass dissipate as I see before me the thickest ass I’ve ever seen. My round globular ass strains to stay within the confines of the tight undies, but it somehow manages until I slide it down and let it spill out in an attempt to feel my ass. Fingers trace along the curves of each cheek until my hands fully grasp the bottom of each cheek and shake them so I can watch them rhythmically jiggle in a wondrous mix of firmness and healthy flab. 

My deep voice allows for a light giggle to escape from my lips as I admire every inch of my body. My hairy thighs are well-sculpted along with my thick calves, which display incredible muscles as I flex each leg to stare at the true innate muscular body I now possess. “God, I’m a fucking beast!” I exclaim as I look at the mirror and lick my lips as I finally get a chance to fully take in my body. 

“Hell yeah you are stud!” I hear, making me suddenly stop what I’m doing when I realize that someone is behind me. Turning around, I look and see Tanner, the nice dude who gave me the beer outside. “Whoa bro, didn’t see you there...” I say, feeling somewhat embarrassed but also enjoying the compliment from him. He walks up to me, slowly taking step after step as he stares at me with a wide devilish grin. “It’s all good man, I’m sure you don’t oppose it” he chuckles, before he’s finally face-to-face with me (even though I’m a few inches taller). He smiles once more before leaning in and kissing me. Before he can fully finish the kiss, I instantly recoil and push him off of me. “Whoa, what the fuck dude. I’m no fag!”, I say, wiping my mouth with disgust. “We’re still in the denial phase huh?” Tanner asks, laughing at my discomfort. “You’re gay Matt, you always have been.” 

As he says that, he comes up and passionately kisses me once more. As he kisses me, memories once again rush to my head, but instead of my sports memories, I begin to remember memories involving my sexuality. I remember the first time I got a hard-on while watching sports as a teenager, staring at the various hulking men and wishing that I could look like them one day. I then recall the first sex dream I had involving a steamy post-game locker room celebration along with the first gay kiss I had with some nerd who was always checking me out in gym class. I remember joining the fraternity here and finally coming out to my fellow bros, which led to a ton of additional bros coming out involving some people being gay or bisexual. I remember being afraid of coming out to Tanner since he’s the President of the frat, but he also came out and revealed that he’s bisexual. I finally remember late-night workout sessions with Tanner, which eventually turned into those steamy locker room celebrations that I had so often dreamt about as a teen.

Finally returning back to the kiss, my mind puts the pieces together and I immediately return the kiss with force, pressing my lips firmly against his as I taste the cheap beer soaked on his breath. We continue kissing more and more passionately, until my irresistible urges get the best of me as I push our kissing farther and slide my tongue into his mouth. 

He chuckles and pushes himself away from me. “Settle down there big boy, we can continue this later. We’re getting ready to leave for the after-party at the frat house. I know you’re not going to want to miss that.” He added with a wink, quickly kissing me and pulling out a pair of blue shorts from behind his back. He tossed them to me and says “Wear these instead, they show off your ass better”. “Whatever you say, bro. I aim to please my President”, I respond with a wink, my mind still straining to come up with any more interesting vocabulary as I try to get the blood to rush back to my brain from my dick. “That’s right, Mr Vice President. You’ve got such a way with words. Good thing you’ve got a killer body to make up for your lack of brain cells” he says with a laugh. My deep voice laughs right along with him, as he comes up and passionately kisses me once more. 

His kisses bring more memories to my mind, as I begin to remember more about my schooling. I remember struggling with grades ever since I started doing sports, with my parents having to try various after-school tutoring programs to help me pass. In high school, it got even worse, but I luckily got that nerd from gym class to help tutor me in exchange for his continued involvement as I struggled to figure out my sexuality. Finally, I remember my college struggles, as my advisor got me into the easiest possible program for my skill-set: sports therapy. However, even that causes me problems as I struggled to retain information and thus fell deeper and deeper into failure. But luckily, Tanner was also there to help me out, which makes me so thankful for him in so many ways. I like being with someone who is so smart he can think for the both of us, it lets me just focus on being the hot jock that I am.

My eyes rapidly blink as I try to compose myself after he pulls his lips from mine. “Yo, bro, stop kissing me like that. My brain can’t think when you’ve got me rock hard like this.” I mutter with my deep tone. He laughs as I quickly put on the blue shorts he gave me and he wraps his arm around me. We walk out together out of the bathroom and pass through the concession area until we’re out of the stadium and at the edge of the parking lot. We walk with my other bros as we quickly hop inside and I get in the backseat, eager to get home so Tanner and I can have some fun once this party ends. 

We get back to the frat house and I quickly run upstairs, where I decide to jump into the shower to clean up all of the pre-cum soaked onto my underwear. Placing my phone inside the shower caddy, I open up Snapchat and start recording a video for Tanner. I know he enjoys my body, so I might as well give him even more reason to thirst for it since he had to throw a dumb party...

I grab the soap and lather it into my hands before spreading it all across these thick guns. I continue lathering my thick body as I lift up one arm and make sure to clean off my sweaty pits, which were reeking from the August heat.

Continuing to scrub, I scratch the back of my head before I start to run my hands up and down through my thick chest hair. I know how much Tanner loves my chest, so I make sure to pay special attention to it for him. I finish by cleaning off my torso as well, feeling the bumps as I quickly run my hands back and forth over my sexy abs.

I flash a quick grin and I quickly caption it: “Wish you were here to make sure I don’t miss a spot… ;)” 

Smiling in my eternally hormonal stupor, I press send and stay in the shower, knowing that it won’t be long until Tanner is in here to satisfy his boyfriend.

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College Is Transformative: The Lecture Hall

This has been a long-gestating collaboration that I’ve been working on for months with my good friend @visceral-stories. To check out his section of the collab, click here. We both hope you enjoy, part two will be coming soon!

As the start of a new year at Oak Point University quickly approached, Sam Pearson couldn’t deny that he was already feeling rather ambivalent towards the upcoming semester. The previous year had been absolute hell for the 22-year-old, as his part-time job when paired with his intense course load left him feeling stretched too thin. To make matters worse, his attempts at trying to balance school and work had been completely in vain as the blonde-haired 6’0’ man found himself still failing to receive grades that he felt he deserved. After a full semester of work and classes, the threat of burnout was still quite prominent within the young man’s mind as he made his grand return to campus. 

However, as he arrived a week early to move into his apartment and beat the near-constant traffic of move-in day, there was one aspect that kept Sam willing to persevere through the mental strain: his friend Nate. The pair had first met during an English course last year, where Sam had quickly bonded with the shaggy haired brunette over being the two most anxious and awkward individuals in the room. Ever since, their bond had only grown stronger with each passing day. In fact, their friendship had become so special that they decided to move in together to escape the horrors of university housing.

Throughout their year-long friendship, that bond had allowed them to share both the great and terrible aspects of their life. While they were relieved to have similar interests in terms of television and music, the duo were absolutely overjoyed when they both revealed their ill feelings towards college. As Sam ranted about his issues of not feeling appreciated enough, he also was able to learn more about Nate’s interesting history as a man pursuing his third undergraduate degree due to his extreme indecisiveness.

The next semester date grew closer and closer until it was suddenly the day before classes. With their stress now exponentially rising, the two men opted to go out into the crowded college town to drown their sorrows at a local gay bar. While watching some local drag queens perform, the two of them had a blast tipping the girls and getting absolutely wasted. By the time they had reached their cut-off by the bartender, it was only 10:30 PM and the duo were still eager to do stuff around campus. 

Despite hearing the faint murmur of traffic along with the tapping of their soles against the paved pathways, the two drunk men felt oddly serene as they stumbled and staggered throughout campus. Even as they said nothing while continuing to walk, the warm radiating heat of friendship was still present by having the other’s presence around them. Before long though, Sam’s identity as an absolute lightweight caused him to completely lose one of his shoes after tripping over a sidewalk crack. After Nate came to help his friend up, the two men made their way towards a nearby bench to allow the former cross country runner to put his shoe back on. 

After putting the shoe back onto his foot, the two men took a moment to just close their eyes and listen to the sounds of a bustling city. They heard the rustling of animals running through the thick shrubbery, the symphony of horns as cars desperately attempted to escape the college traffic, and even the sound of other students talking as they passed by the two men. However, there was one sound that felt oddly out of place behind them - the sound of water flowing. As their curiosity was piqued, the two men turned their heads slowly behind them, catching sight of the source of the strange noise: a grand fountain. 

Although Sam had walked down this path countless times when heading to classes, the sight before him seemed completely brand new. Could I really have missed a huge fountain, Sam asked to himself, wondering if his head had somehow been shoved so far into a book or his phone to notice such an extravagant piece of art. “Wha- how have I never seen this before?” Sam slurred aloud, turning towards his friend in absolute shock. While he waited for his friend’s response, Sam soon found himself transfixed on the reflection on Nate’s glasses. Within the rectangular yet sleek glasses, he watched as a mix of moving water and metallic specks were reflected back towards him. The sight reminded him of his childhood as memories of heading to the mall with his family reemerged along with visions of using any spare change that his mother gave him to toss into the fountain in order to make a wish. If only wishes could come true, Sam thought to himself, stopping himself as Nate finally began to speak.

“The fountain?” Nate asked, his response suddenly interrupted with an intense hiccup. As he looked towards his friend, he took a moment to adjust the glasses that had slipped past the bridge of his nose due to the intensity of the hiccup.

“Uh y…yeah. I’ve never seen it before, but I s…swear I walk by here all of the time.” Sam replied, his mouth fumbling over his words until he was finally able to complete the phrase.

“Yeah, it’s called the Wishing Fountain,” Sam’s friend said, continuing to inform his friend about the apparently well-known college landmark. As he swayed while doing his best attempt to stand upright, the man continued to reveal information to Sam. “D… did you know that people here think it’s magical? Apparently it grants wishes,” he said, stopping to direct his attention away from the fountain and back towards his friend.

At the first mention of the fountain being magical, Sam couldn’t stop himself from erupting into hysterical laughter. “Pff, no way dude. Magic isn’t real. That’s just a normal fountain. I don’t know who told you that, but I really can’t believe that you were that gullible to believe it,” he retorted, continuing to laugh as Nate stumbled closer to the fountain. While he was easily amused, Sam soon found himself silenced as his friend pointed a finger towards a plaque near the bottom of the fountain.

“Oh yeah? W… well why don’t cha just read it here thennnn?”, he stammered, causing Sam to lean in closer to the plaque to read it. 

To his complete surprise, the plaque perfectly summarized what Nate had been saying: “Oak Point University’s Wishing Fountain”. As Sam continued to read the plaque silently to himself, Nate took the opportunity to sober up temporarily so he could read part of the plaque aloud and prove his friend wrong. “Whoa, it says here that it’s common knowledge for the locals that the fountain can fulfill any wish. What do you have to say about that, Sam?” Nate declared, a clear hint of sarcasm and teasing in his voice as he awaited his friend’s response.

Despite being shocked that his friend hadn’t made up some silly story in his drunken stupor, Sam remained unfazed in his stance that magic wasn’t real and that this was all just dumb superstition. “Yeah, if only that were true bud. Do you actually think it’s real?” Sam said, his eyebrows raising as he awaited his friend’s response.

“I mean, it could be. I dunno, anything’s possible right?”, he declared, his smile widening into a Cheshire-like grin as his eyes gained an excited-looking appearance. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out,” he said, “You got any quarters?” As he waited for his friend to answer, Nate quickly reached his hands deep into the pockets of his shorts in search of any coin he could use.

As he patted his pockets for a moment, Sam was quick to inform his friend of the bad news. “Nah, I gave away all of my cash when tipping those queens at the bar,” he said, chuckling as he thought back to his experience with them. While it was clear that they lacked the same sort of polish as queens he saw on television, he still had a great time and enjoyed their performances. 

His trip down memory lane was quickly interrupted though as Nate cleared his throat and attempted to get his friend’s attention. As Sam turned his head to stare directly at his friend, his eyes once again caught sight of the reflections of the water and coins littered across the light blue bottom of the fountain. Thinking back to his memories of tossing coins into the fountain of his hometown mall, inspiration struck as he slowly sat himself up and sat on the ledge of the fountain. “Since we don’t have one, why don’t we just grab a quarter already at the bottom?” he said, looking up towards his friend with a devilish grin.

To Sam’s surprise, his friend wasn’t on the same wavelength as him for once as he took a step back and inquisitively raised an eyebrow at the notion. “Why in the hell would you do that? Isn’t that bad luck or something?” he remarked. 

But before he knew it, it was too late as Sam replied with a simple “Eh, I doubt it,” and reached his arm deep into the fountain. While he still wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, Nate followed suit as he reached into the shallow pool. Now with each of them having a quarter in their hand, Nate motioned towards Sam to start his wish.

Taking a moment to close his eyes and figure out what he wanted to wish for, Sam took a deep exhale before opening his eyes and beginning to speak. “I wish to finally be recognized for all of my hard work in college”, he said with a serious tone, flipping the quarter off of his thumb and watching as it dropped right back into the fountain. Turning towards Nate, Sam uttered a simple “your turn” before moving away from the fountain.

Inspired by his friend’s behavior, Nate also closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he formulated his wish in his head. A similar serious demeanor emerged from the man’s voice as he began to finally state his wish. “I wish that I could just stay at this college forever so I could always learn,'' he calmly stated, tossing his coin into the fountain and watching as it quickly sank to the bottom.

With their wishes now complete, the two men turned away from the fountain and faced each other. For the most part, they had been able to keep their composure during the whole experience. But as soon as they looked into each other, their inebriated selves came back in full force as they immediately started to cackle at the superstitious scenario. Putting one arm around each others’ shoulders, the two men turned away from the fountain and slowly began to finish the journey back to their apartment.

“I really hope that this fountain is actually magical,” Nate said, chuckling to himself immediately as he heard how crazy his statement sounded.

But to his relief, Sam shared the same sentiment as he uttered a simple “you and me both” before leading the duo back to their home.

* * * * *

As the droning of his alarm clock stirred him awake, Sam uttered a guttural growl while sitting up to stop the noise and return the room to its natural state of silence. But as his hand came down upon the top of the clock, the college student was surprised by the resounding slap that immediately filled the room. Holy shit my bad, he thought to himself, awkwardly standing up and moving away from his bed as he caught sight of his clock. Somehow, the man had put enough pressure into the palm of his hand to dent the plastic alarm clock with a handprint!

While he wanted nothing more than to try and ponder how this could have happened, the fact that the clock displayed the time 8:45 AM quickly woke Sam out of his drowsiness. In just over an hour, he was going to start his newest semester at Oak Point University with a 100+ person lecture. The mornings were Sam’s personal kryptonite, so the man knew that he needed some extra time to mentally prepare for the course and also to give himself enough time to get ready. Nate often loved to taunt Sam about just how sluggish the man was in the morning, especially when he hadn’t had any coffee yet.

Given their close-knit friendship, both Sam and Nate had opted to start every week with the 10 AM English course. While neither one of them had really paid much attention to what the class was about, both of their counselors had confirmed that the class would fulfill one of their degree requirements. Despite the early time slot, the option to have a class together and thus spend more time together was a no-brainer for the two of them. 

It wasn’t until Sam had quickly paced into the bathroom and begun to undress that he began to recollect the previous night’s events. He remembered getting absolutely wasted doing a shot contest with Nate at a gay bar to the point of losing his shoe and tossing a coin into a fountain to make a wish, but he for some reason felt no hangover effects. His mind had complete clarity and there wasn't even the slightest hint of a migraine rattling around his skull.

While this was strange all by itself, Sam found himself even more perplexed by the strange tightness spread around his body. As he took a moment to look down and observe himself, he quickly realized that both the sleeves and chest area of his shirt felt quite tight. Groaning while assuming that the old community washing machines in the apartment complex had shrunken one of his favorite shirts, he quickly peeled off the shirt and shorts before entering the shower. However, as Sam began to wash his body, he could still feel the strange tightness all around his body. Could it just be from wearing that shirt all night?, Sam asked himself while grabbing the body wash. Upon lathering up the soap in his hands and beginning to scrub every inch of his body, the man soon found himself constantly misjudging his own body’s size as he kept pressing too hard into places like his chest, arms, and legs. The biggest area where this occurred were his arms, where he felt the firmness constantly while lathering up his body. Was it possible that I had irritated some muscles after tripping and stumbling all of the way back home? 

His arms felt surprisingly thicker, which posed some problems for Sam as he found the limbs constantly bumping against the wall and shower door as he twisted and turned to fully clean himself up. Yet as he continued to feel up his body and massage those areas of tightness, Sam’s mouth involuntarily opened as some deep moans and groans escaped from his lips. He hadn’t worked out at all, especially since the stress of the incoming semester had been quite debilitating towards his daily motivation, so the situation was quite peculiar to him. 

However, as he turned the water off and exited the shower, the vision he saw upon wiping away the condensation from the mirror was quite flattering. Immediately, that still-prominent tightness fell to the wayside as he focused more on checking out his own visage. While it was the same face he saw every morning, there was definitely a certain kind of fresh youthfulness that made an already young adult seem younger. He looked incredibly well-rested despite his tendency to be a night owl, as made clear by the faint dark circles around his eyes completely disappearing. In fact, his skin looked more vibrant than ever before, which made Sam both quite happy yet confused.

But remembering that he still had a class to get ready for, the man quickly stopped admiring himself before exiting the bathroom while making his way back to his room. Just as he began to shut his bedroom door, the faint noise of Nate’s alarm clock informed him that his best friend and roommate was finally stirring awake.

Upon drying off and searching through his closet, Sam made his way through his closet in search of something that could endure multiple classes stuck in tight and uncomfortable lecture seating. With his mind now focusing more on comfort rather than style, the man leaned into his cross country past by relying on his go-to comfort look: a sweatshirt and pair of athletic shorts. Luckily, he had a light blue sweatshirt that he had been eager to finally wear around campus, so upon pulling that on along with a black pair of running shorts, Sam’s look for the day was complete. 

Thinking he was running late due to his focus on his reflection in the bathroom, the man quickly turned towards his alarm clock to see how much time he had to spare before the two of them needed to head towards the lecture hall. To his shock, staring at the warped alarm clock revealed that it was only 9:05. With so much free time before his first lecture (which was only a few minutes away by foot), the man cheerfully made his way out of his room and downstairs towards the kitchen to have some breakfast.

Upon brewing a pot of coffee and getting a bowl of cereal, Sam made his way over to the kitchen table while merrily scrolling through his various social media feeds. It was a pleasant surprise for him to feel so energized and upbeat while being up so early, so much so that it made him question whether he should start doing it more often. Just as he started to watch a YouTube video involving two of his favorite drag queens, the sound of shuffling upstairs caused him to pause it and set his phone down.

Taking a sip of coffee in between bites of cereal, Sam gave a wide smile to his friend as Nate sluggishly dragged himself down their set of stairs. “Hey Nate, how’d you sleep last night?” he said, his voice oozing in chipperness that was a surprise to even him.

As his friend reached the bottom of the stairs and began to make his way towards him, Sam’s smile failed to falter despite taking a moment to observe his friend. Something about him looked different, but Sam couldn’t narrow down what it could possibly be. Even as his friend began to speak and provide a negative response to his question, Sam tried his best to remain optimistic and enthusiastic about the day.

“Not great,” Nate said with a yawn, ”I feel hungover and bloated. How about you?”

After breaking his joyful expression to take another bite of his cereal, Sam turned towards his friend and enthusiastically responded. “Oh, I actually feel great,” he said, taking another bite of cereal to punctuate his sentence. “Honestly, I don’t feel hungover at all. I feel absolutely ready to take on the day, boring first-day classes and all!” 

As he sat there and looked at his friend’s solemn expression though, Sam quickly replayed what Nate had said prior to asking how he was doing. Realizing that his response wasn’t a good one, the energized man took a second to look over his friend. While Sam hadn't been able to specify what was different about his friend, he found that the words “hungover” and “bloated” perfectly described the state of Nate.

“Whoa, not to be rude or anything, but you really do kinda look bloated”, he said aloud, still directing his eyes to catch every detail that stuck out to him. His best friend’s eyes were surrounded by intense circles and his skin looked in poor condition which, when paired with his slow-moving actions and constant squinting, made it extremely clear that the man was suffering an intense hangover. Usually the roles were reversed when the two of them went out drinking, so Sam couldn’t help but find some slight amusement by seeing his friend suffering the same way he usually did.

However, there wasn’t any real form of amusement from Sam in regards to Nate’s puffier-looking appearance. He sympathized with his friend, especially as he saw the man’s distended stomach straining against one of Nate’s favorite t-shirts. Did he have some sort of allergic reaction? Sam thought to himself as he continued to stare at his friend.

As Sam was continuing to observe every possible minute detail that seemed off on his friend’s body, his attention was quickly broken by his friend beginning to speak once more.

“I do?” Nate asked. “I was hoping that it was only me who thought that,” he said, trying to lighten the mood with a sincere yet awkward sounding laugh. But just as Sam had taken a moment to closely observe his friend, he soon realized that his friend was doing the same thing to him. “Whoa dude,” he said, moving in a sort of waddle-like stride towards his friend. “You look… kinda buff,” the man continued, his mouth going wide in shock due to such a crazy observation.

While his friend was ogling at his body, Sam was quick to dismiss such a statement. “Nahhhhh,” he scoffed, waving his hand away while blushing at the positive comment. “You actually think so?”

“Yeah, I swear your arms look larger,” Nate said, a slight tone in his voice that Sam felt indicated both shock and slight jealousy. As he took a breath to continue speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a deep and loud cough. “Whew, sorry about that. Are you sure you haven’t been working out?,” he continued, inquisitively raising an eyebrow while looking at his friend.

The whole hecticness of his friend’s behavior could only cause Sam to laugh as he said a simple “Yes, I’m positive”.

As Nate turned to fill up his water bottle to hopefully remedy his dry throat, Sam took a moment to grab the pot of coffee and pour his friend a cup. Yeah he definitely needs this more than me, he thought as he set the cup to the side for his friend to grab. By the time Nate had taken a seat next to him with the water bottle and bowl of cereal in hand, Sam was already finishing up his own bowl. But despite finishing up, the man continued to sit there with his friend and occasionally sip from his coffee cup.

Upon draining the bowl of the remaining milk, Sam got up from his seat and deposited the bowl and spoon into the sink. As he turned and began to walk back towards the table, he continued to speak once more. “Hopefully the first day of this semester isn’t as boring as all of the other first days. I hate having to go through the syllabus and all of that junk every class”. 

“You know it will be,” Nate pessimistically said as he took one more spoonful of his cereal before realizing that the bowl lacked any cereal. “Hey, could you grab me that cereal box?”, he quickly asked, causing Sam to stop dead in his tracks and turn back to hand him the box. 

Upon returning to the table and setting the box in front of him, Sam watched with curiosity as his friend immediately filled the bowl back up with cereal and dove right back into eating it. Continuing to keep his focus trained on the bowl that was constantly being drained of both milk and cereal, Sam took some more sips of coffee. 

“I don’t know though, I feel like the English classes at least try to spice it up rather than repeating the same old stuff,” Sam interjected once more in hopes of restarting the conversation that had been paused. But as his friend only gave a simple answer of “I suppose” in between spoonfuls of milky cereal, Sam could only watch in slight annoyance as his friend once again refilled his bowl and devoured its contents within a few massive bites. Opting to just sit there in silence, Sam ultimately pulled out his phone and began to wait for his friend to finish up his extra helpings.

Luckily, Nate had quickly devoured his fourth bowl of cereal and finally finished slurping down the now-colored milk remaining in the bowl. As Sam took a moment to check the time on his phone, his heart began to rapidly beat upon realizing that the duo only had  15 minutes to make the 5 minute trek to the lecture hall. Attempting to remain calm, the college student took a moment to put his hands on his hips and stare at his friend who was still just sitting at the kitchen table but now scrolling through his phone.

So as he slowly made his way closer to the table, Sam put his hands on his hips and coughed to get his friend’s attention. “Alright Nathan, let’s get a move on. We need to be out of here in less than 10 minutes. I won’t let myself be late for my first class!” he sternly said, narrowing his eyes as he watched his friend’s mouth go agape at his suddenly unfriendly demeanor. 

As Nate followed his friend’s orders and began to finally sit up and deposit his bowl into the kitchen sink though, the man finally got up the courage to speak up. “Dude, I know you’re excited for class and everything, but what’s up with using my full name? You’ve never called me Nathan before. Do you think you’re my dad or boss or something? How would you like it if I called you Samuel then?” he inquired, a look of understandable confusion emerging on his face as he awaited his friend’s response.

For Samuel though, there was a simmering rage that was slowly forming inside the man’s mind as he clenched his fists and attempted to remain calm. He certainly didn’t mind his friend calling him by his full name, but he did in fact have issues with Nathan suddenly questioning his behavior. “Well, given the fact that you want to just wait around and eat nearly a box full of cereal, one of us has to be the adult here to make sure we make it to class on time. Now I’m done arguing about this, let’s get going before we’re late,” he curtly said, giving no time for Nathan to respond before quickly rushing up the stairs of their apartment and leaving his extremely lethargic friend by himself.

* * * * *

As the two friends made the short trek towards the lecture hall, Samuel was feeling even more enthusiastic with each passing step. Continuing to have the same wide grin on his face, the man immediately stood out from the slew of other college students with dower expressions on their faces. It was shocking to him to feel so absolutely stoked to begin classes, but given the fact that the alternative of being stressed and risking burn-out, he wasn’t willing to deeply question it for his own mental and physical stability.

Throughout the journey, Samuel found himself getting so overeager and excited that he found himself breaking away from Nathan due to his passionately rapid pacing. Almost every time he passed a corner or traversed up a set of stairs, the man often was left stopping and patiently waiting for his friend to follow him. It wasn’t uncommon for Samuel to be faster than his friend, especially given his history as a cross country runner with decent stamina, but Nathan was seemingly moving at a snail’s pace compared to him. Clearly their night of drunken hijinks was negatively affecting him, but this was even more so given Nathan’s usually dislike of early morning awakenings. 

Upon catching sight of the lecture hall, Samuel once again rushed up yet another staircase before turning to his friend. Seeing Nathan in such an abysmally lethargic state, the man once again tried to lighten the mood with his charming personality. “Well, here it is,” he merrily said, outstretching his arms to gesture towards the building as if it was a brand new car. As his friend gave a slight yet forced smile and passed by Samuel’s extended limbs, the overeager student pulled open the door for his friend before following him inside.

Passing through a sea of students trying to leave the building, the two felt like salmon swimming upstream as they struggled yet ultimately managed to make their way to the designated lecture hall. Walking in, Samuel smiled like a kid in a candy shop as his mouth dropped at the sight of the room. Usually, these English courses were rather small in terms of class size, but this hall had at least 100 students in it already with more still trying to make their way inside.

The size was quickly becoming intimidating and irritating for the duo though as they desperately scanned the room in search of a place where they could sit together. Luckily after a few times of scanning the room, Samuel was able to locate two empty seats up towards the upper rows in the back of the auditorium. Pointing towards the seats to indicate where he was going, the man used his stamina to his advantage to quickly secure the seats so no one else could take them.

While his friend slowly lumbered up the stairs, Samuel took the opportunity to quickly unzip his backpack and begin to pull out the necessary items for the course. While he was too busy leaning in to rummage through the bag to search for Nathan, it quickly became clear that he had arrived based on the resounding creak of the chair next to him. Turning towards his friend, Samuel watched as his friend’s cheeks turned a pink shade and he quickly wiped his brow. Jeez, he really is looking bigger than I remembered, Samuel thought to himself as he looked at the sight before him. Not only was sweat continuing to drip down the man’s face from such light physical activity, but the man’s bloated stomach was now fighting against the tabletop attached to the chair. Maybe I can convince him to start going on runs around campus with me, he thought once more, thinking about how great it would be to expend some energy with some physical activity.

Although he felt like he wanted to be a good friend and think of a plan to help his friend feel and look better, Samuel didn’t want to run the risk of having his self-conscious friend see him intently staring at his bulkier body. So, he quickly averted his eyes away from his friend and back towards the backpack while finishing to grab and pull out the necessary items for the lecture. 

But as he continued to do this, a sudden groan came from his friend and caused Samuel to look at his friend. To his shock, he watched as his friend found himself unable to move below the tabletop to grasp onto his backpack. Staring at Nathan’s stomach, he quickly realized that the thick and bulky stomach that he had was severely restricting his flexibility.

Setting his notebook onto the table, Samuel attempted to turn and check up on his friend. “Whoa, are you okay?” he asked, feeling quite sad for his friend due to the extreme look of discomfort plastered all over his still-sweaty face.

“Y..yeah… I think,” Nathan replied, but it was quickly clear that neither one of them believed what he was saying. In an attempt to remedy the issue, Samuel watched as Nathan tried to sit up and adjust himself to hopefully alleviate his discomfort. Watching as Nathan’s face shifted to slight relief as he took a deep sigh, Samuel himself mimicked the same expression.

However, this relief was ill-fated as Nathan’s gut began to loudly gurgle. In many ways, Samuel felt as if the gut was resisting the concept of finding any sort of relief or comfort.

“Uh, are you sure?” he asked, clearly unconvinced as his words were spoken over his stomach’s continued gurgling. 

As if the universe was trying to respond for Nathan, a loud “PING!” rang out throughout the entire lecture hall to give Samuel an immediate answer: No, Nathan was not ok. Watching as a dark object flew out from the chair and ricocheted up from the chair in front of them, Samuel’s eyes immediately transfixed on its journey as it quickly fell to the ground and skidded across the staircase. While his friend gave a simple “oof”, Samuel leaned past his friend and looked down to see the object now that it had settled down onto the ground. It was a button, and more importantly, the one from Nathan’s khaki shorts.

Turning to look at his friend once more, Samuel was understandably shocked to see a sliver of Nathan’s gut fully exposed in between the slight reveal of his boxer briefs from the pants popping and the riding up of his shirt due to the continued bloatedness. While it wasn’t scientifically possible, Samuel couldn’t help but feel as if the man was bigger than he was after breakfast.

But when the man suddenly grimaced and groaned, Samuel let out an audible gasp as his hands quickly moved towards his stomach and grasped onto it. “Holy shit, are you ok?” he inquired, wide-eyed and confused by what was happening to his friend. 

As Nathan moved as fast as he could into an upright position, the bright red cheeks he had quickly informed Samuel that he was feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. Trying to think of the best course of action, he assumed that a sudden exit from the classroom would only draw more lingering eyes on his friend. As such, he believed that the best thing to do would be to get his friend to calm down and explain what’s going on.

“I… I think I need to leave Samil,” Nathan nervously said, turning away as he began to slowly make his way into the aisle to rush down the staircase. 

Knowing that this wasn’t the best idea, the lankier man quickly hopped up onto his feet  in an attempt to help calm his friend down. In his haste, Samuel was completely oblivious to the different name that Nathan had called him. As such, reality further altered until the man believed that his name had always been Samil. “Whoa, whoa, Nathal tell me what’s going on. How can I help?” he interjected, moving one arm to place a hand onto the overweight man’s broad shoulder. As he did so, he was blissfully unaware of the fact that he had also called his friend a different name and further altered reality to fit that new name.

The move didn’t work though, as Nathal turned to let Samil’s hand fall to the side while making his way down the staircase and out of the classroom. As Samil made his way back into his seat, he silently wished that his friend was able to exit the room quickly so he could come back and return before the class officially started. Luckily, the professor was a few minutes late, which could work in Nate’s favor. But unfortunately, the lethargic pace Nathal had moved with earlier had seemingly slowed down even more as it took him several minutes before finally descending the staircase and exiting out of the classroom. Now completely alone, Samil awkwardly awaited and hoped that his friend would return soon…

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College Is Transformative: The Lecture Hall (Part II)

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For several minutes, Samil patiently sat there in his seat hoping that his friend would make a quick recovery and return to his seat before class started. But as the minutes continued to tick by, his mind was growing extremely worried as he tried to comprehend what was going on with his friend. Was it some kind of allergic reaction, he thought to himself, or did I just not notice his weight gain until now? Should I take him to a hospital?

Taking a moment to stare at the wall clock in the room though, Samil’s inner dialogue began to shift momentarily in regards to his annoyance about the class. He was so chipper and eager to start class yet apparently the professor didn’t feel the same. It had been 5 minutes since class was scheduled to start and there was still no professor in sight. Where the hell are they? Do they really think that the world revolves around them? 

While Samil hadn’t undergone as severe of a transformation as Nathal had at first, this quickly began to change as the man felt a sudden tightness emerging deep within his chest. With his emotional state being a mix of worry for his friend and annoyance towards the tardy professor, Samil’s eyes immediately widened in fear that he was somehow having a heart attack at the ripe age of 22. 

After a few tense seconds, Samil suddenly gasped as the tight pressure in his chest finally reached a breaking point. Rather than causing his heart to give out and causing him to collapse onto the ground though, the man watched in bewilderment as his chest suddenly surged forward with a newfound size. Unlike Nathal though, the increase in size came in the form of firmness and muscle rather than intense levels of flab. Even from beneath the baggier fabric of his sweatshirt, Samil’s eyes immediately picked up on how his heaving chest was pushing forth from his body, swelling larger and larger until his chest was straining against the sides and front of his size medium sweatshirt. 

Despite how dazzling his muscular pecs were to watch on his still-petite and slim body as they continued to slowly inflate with each deep breath he took, Samil’s mind was instantly sounding alarms to the bizarre muscle growth occurring to him. With what was happening before his eyes in mind, the man quickly began to realize that something had befallen both himself and his best friend. Although given his intense drunkenness from the night prior, Samil had no way of recalling the duo’s little trip toward the university’s wishing fountain and casting their own individual wishes. Instead, Samil could only imagine that they had somehow been forced to endure these transformations. While Nathal was surely going through his own version of a curse though, the strength he felt caused Samil to believe that he was experiencing a blessing on the levels of divine intervention. He had always wanted to become muscular, so this was a dream come true for him!

Still, with a bit of worry in the front of his mind for his best friend, Samil knew that he had to find Nathal: to both check on his condition and to also brainstorm how this was happening to them. As such, the changing man slowly pushed himself up from his seat and to his feet and made his way towards the wide aisle of the lecture hall steps. Given his haste, Samil forgot about both his and Nathal’s bookbags as there were more dire matters that he was worried about with his intense concern for his friend.

Yet as he began to quickly make his way down the steps of the lecture hall aisle, Samil was completely unaware of more changes that were affecting his body. Despite his already impressive height of 6’0”, the force responsible for Samil and Nathal’s transformations decided that this wasn’t tall enough. So as he continued to make his way down the steps, his spine and legs expanded like taffy being pulled until the man had unknowingly added 5 inches of height to himself. 

While this wasn’t noticeable to Samil at the current moment, it would be crystal clear due to just how ill-fitting his clothing was appearing now. Instead of a sweatshirt that perfectly concealed his torso, the increased height had caused the man to gain an exposed midriff as a few inches of his pale torso revealed itself. As if it was responding to the complexion revealed by his taller stature, Samil’s sweatshirt began to slowly change color with each step he took - the light blue color draining until it became a stark white hue. As for his black running shorts though, the height changed the already short shorts into something far more scandalous as they revealed much more of the man’s upper thighs and thus resembled briefs more than a pair of running shorts. 

Yet as he finally made his way down to the last step, one final change finally occurred that finally caused Samil to become aware of what was going on. For the next 30 seconds where he had traversed down the stairs, he had felt his brand new and hefty pair of pectoral muscles violently heaving and bouncing with each step he took. However as he finally made his way down to the bottom of the stairs, the motion of his chest grew more and more restrained until his pecs bounced firmly in place as if the shirt had become vacuum-sealed to his body.

The reason behind this was due to his sweatshirt both losing its thick consistency along with beginning to tighten around his body. To make up for the loss of the coarse yet snuggly comfort provided by the baggy sweatshirt though, the fabric changed into something that was innately of a finer quality. While a visible texture quickly manifested onto the outer layer of the shirt, a sheen quickly emerged on the fabric as it finished its completion into a Royal Oxford shirt that fully showcased the thick pectoral shelf that Samil now possessed. 

Due to this newfound tightness he felt constricting around his chest, Samil suddenly found himself feeling quite self-conscious as he stopped himself right next to the door leading towards the main entrance way of the building and gingerly moved his hands towards the two hefty pecs he now had. As soon as his fingers grazed the soft and expensive fabric that was now wrapped around his bulging chest, the sensation of the delicate fabric instantly calmed the man down and caused something deep in his mind to suddenly click. Why would I ever be upset about what was happening to me when it makes me look and feel this great, he thought to himself, a light grin emerging onto his face as he fully submitted to the comfort of the shirt.

Unfortunately for Samil though, his attempt to fondle his chest was quickly foiled as he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Feeling somewhat bashful about what he was doing, the man’s cheeks began to slightly redden as he found himself staring face-to-face with a young woman. Taking a moment to observe the woman, Samil’s eyes examined her soft visage with a cute button nose that struggled to hold up the thick black-rimmed glasses she was wearing. Given the glasses, the woman already looked quite nerdy, but the thick binder that she was holding was the real final straw in confirming that assumption. Although he had no attraction towards the frizzy-haired brunette, he could surely recognize her attractiveness. Not wanting to give the girl the wrong impression with his prolonged staring though, the man finally cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Uh hi there, is there something I can help you with?”

“Hello sir, I’m Rachel, one of the TAs for this course,” she began, extending her hand out in hopes of gaining a handshake. 

Feeling compelled to be professional and courteous, Samil took a moment to extend his own hand out and give the much desired handshake that the girl was looking for. Upon doing so, the girl continued to speak.

“So, I was just taking a look at the clock and I was wondering if you were wanting to get class started? We’re a bit behind already, so I just wanted to check in and see if there was anything I needed to do to get us started!”

“Wait, what are you saying? That I’m the professor for this course?” Samil inquired, his eyebrows raising while his eyes grew wide like saucers.

To his surprise, Rachel responded to his questions with a deep chuckle. “Oh sir, you’re so funny,” she began, quickly tilting her head downwards as she grabbed the binder tucked snuggly between her arm and pulled it out. Flipping the binder open, the girl immediately gripped onto a thick packet in the front sleeve and pulled it out. Upon tilting her head back up, Rachel smiled as she handed the document over to the man. “I’m pretty sure that’s your name right sir,” she inquired, extending a finger out to point to the name on the top of the class syllabus.

As his eyes followed Rachel’s finger to where it was pointing, the man was blown away to find that the name Sahilip Pearson was listed as the instructor. He truly was the teacher of this class somehow! Allowing a light chuckle to escape from his lips, Sahilip tried his best to try and downplay his confusion about the class.

“Oh yes of course, my mistake. First day jitters I suppose,” he exclaimed, smiling as the girl smirked at what he was saying. With the man accepting the new profession he now had, a few final changes began to emerge on the upper half of his body. Firstly, a simple yet soft shirt was not appropriate for a college professor, so the fabric suddenly split along his treasure trail until he had a soft dress shirt around his body. Luckily though, the brand new teacher wasn’t accidentally stripping for his students as one-by-one, tiny buttons began to emerge along the ends of the fabric and pull the shirt back together until the shirt was fully buttoned. As the man finally made his way over to the podium in the middle of the lecture area, a crisp collar pushed out and folded over to complete the look of an impeccable dress shirt.

Before Sahilip could even try to wrap his head around what was still occurring to him, he was thrown into the deep end as the lights immediately dimmed and a projector suddenly roared to life and temporarily blinded his eyes as it projected something onto the blank wall behind him. Craning his neck back to see what was going on, the former college student found himself staring at a screen that displayed a title slide of a PowerPoint presentation. While he was slightly stressed about having to do some public speaking, the man felt some relief knowing that first day lectures were fairly relaxed and mostly focused on the professor introducing themselves to their student. So with his curiosity piqued in terms of what his new life was, the man finally began to clear his throat and gain the attention of his pupils.

“Hello class, let’s all take our seats so we can get started,” he began, his words attempting to sound professional despite the nerves causing his voice to crack a few times. Turning his head back to the screen, the man took a moment to read the screen further before continuing to speak. “As you can see, this is ENG 250, a course focused towards teaching the essential skills of professional writing. My name is uh, Professor Sahilip Pearson and I’ll be in charge of the course this semester.”

Upon finishing the sentence, a small momentary grin emerged on his face due to his new title - professor. It felt so highly esteemed and professional, the man didn’t even pay attention to just how awkward his new name sounded as his cock couldn’t help but throb beneath the tight confines of his shorts. However, just because Sahilip was comfortable with his new name didn’t mean that his young and childish students were, as evident by the snickering that he quickly picked up as he finished stating his bizarre first name.

Before the man could get too upset by his judgmental students though, a sudden tightness around his feet and calves immediately caught Sahilip’s attention. As he looked down beneath the podium to see what was going on, the man found that more changes had seemingly occurred. Instead of the white and well-used pair of tennis shoes that he had entered the room wearing, a pair of shiny black dress shoes were now in their place along with a long pair of black dress socks that went up to just below the knee. Taking a moment to tilt and turn his feet to see his new style, the man couldn’t help but feel impressed by how great they looked. Although he had no idea how much they cost since he hadn’t purchased them himself, it was abundantly clear that these shoes were expensive! 

Despite his awe towards his new shoes, Sahilip knew that the show needed to continue and thus looked up and called for the next slide to be shown. The projectionist was quick to obey, pressing the button and causing the first of several “about me” slides to emerge. As he began to read the first few sentences discussing his love of English and hobby of writing, the man’s lips pulled into a smile as he could feel more changes beginning to occur to him. While his chest was incredibly beefy, it was quite ill-fitting on his slender body. Luckily though, the next set of changes began to make his upper half look more bulky as his arms began to undergo a severe change. 

Beneath the fabric of the shirt, Sahilip could feel his biceps begin to slowly inflate. While this was occurring, the man was oblivious to the fact that his fingerprints were slowly altering and his hands were growing callused from a mix of obvious gym visitation and calluses from physically writing nonstop. As the man continued to improv and discuss his love for writing and the “worlds” that he could create as a result, Sahilip continued to peer down towards his arms and smile as his biceps, triceps, and shoulders grew increasingly large. In fact, they had finally reached the point of constriction against his shirt sleeves that a simple flex of these meaty muscles would cause the shirt to tear! 

While this was surely a confidence boost for the perpetually weak Sahilip, it was the encouraging smile from Rachel that motivated him the most. Although he was still a gay man despite these changes so far, the man found the girl’s obvious admiration of him to be the perfect encouragement to push him through the shock of what was happening to him. Clearly based on her smile and encouraging head nod, the girl was content with his lecture thus far!

So as he moved onto the next slide, this motivation suddenly manifested itself via his neck as it suddenly thickened and a much more obvious and prominent Adam’s apple suddenly pushed from his throat. The end result of this change quickly became apparent as he began to discuss the contents of his next slide (his favorite pastimes) with a deep and booming voice that immediately commanded the attention of anyone within earshot. Amused by the several students who suddenly perked up upon hearing his new voice, the man discreetly reached a hand down beneath the podium to adjust his crotch as his boner was jutting out from his shorts and pressing against the hardwood of the podium. He didn’t feel shame though, he was right to feel turned on by how hunky and masculine he was becoming!

When he first read that his favorite pastimes now were reading a good book or watching a documentary or historical drama, the man finally had his first instance of resistance. No, that’s not right at all, Sahilip thought to himself, thinking about how much he loathed those types of films and would much rather watch reality television or easy-viewing movies that didn’t require him to think too much. Yet although he knew this to be the truth, another voice in his mind began to say otherwise. No, you don’t adore content like that. You’d much rather watch something that makes you think than some lazy nonsense. Reality TV is for imbeciles, not intellectuals like you, it said, reverberating through Sahilip’s mind and quickly overpowering his quiet denials. 

With the dual impact of the overpowering voice and Sahilip’s inner desire to be recognized and respected permeating through his head, it wasn’t much of a shock that the foreign voice ultimately won out and took prominence in his head. Despite the fact that he now had a mindset that most would view as pretentious or elitist, Sahilip didn’t view it that way. Although he now recalled memories of various heated exchanges between his friends and family where they referred to him as such, the man just believed that they were unwilling to accept the true observation that he had made. No intelligent person would willingly watch something low-brow!

As if the changes were linked to his increased acceptance of his new life, the man’s face began to alter and warp while he began to speak about various films that he loved. In order to better fit the pretentious and professional identity he was accepting for himself, the man’s messy hair was the first thing to undergo a severe alteration. The countless strands of hair found themselves seemingly undergoing a flat iron treatment that was flattening it. Once this was complete, a deep sheen began to emerge as styling gel soon found itself mixing in with the flat hair. An unintended side effect emerged from this styling though as the hair slicked back and gained a more professional appearance and the shade deepened into a rich hue of black.  

With his haircut now tight and tidy, the man’s face was the next area to undergo some severe alterations. As he went into a tangent about his favorite Werner Herzog documentaries, the man was unaware of his nose growing sharper and prominent to become a standout on his new face. While he continued to speak, the man shifted his jaw momentarily in discomfort as a prominent and angled jawline emerged and helped him gain a visage fitting of a world-famous sculpture. Finally as a dusting of facial hair emerged to give him a deep permanent stubble, the man’s lips grew a bit fuller as if they were being rewarded for committing so fully to the words he was speaking. 

Moving onto the next slide, Sahilip grew quite alarmed when he suddenly heard a few audible gasps. Turning behind him to hopefully see why people were reacting that way to the PowerPoint, the man found himself quickly understanding why. The slide was discussing his love for the gym, complete with a few shirtless selfies that showed off the hefty pecs, boulder shoulders, and bowling ball sized biceps that he now possessed. 

“Alright everyone, let’s settle down,” Sahilip cockily said, his lips pulling back into a smile that revealed a perfect row of pearly white teeth. “As you can see, I’m a big fan of physical fitness. You know that saying of “healthy body, healthy mind”? That’s quite literally my life motto,” he continued, chuckling as he found countless men and women now looking at him different. Although it was quite bizarre to look at his students and see their lustful stares, he could totally understand it. He was a total heartthrob after all!  Despite knowing that his ethics would never allow himself to hook up with a student, the man couldn’t help but savor the attention and how horny it made him.

As he continued to discuss his love for the gym and the fitness journey listed in the bullet points of the slide, his body continued to bulk up with muscle to help emphasize the end results of this apparent journey the new Sahilip had gone through. One-by-one, two abdominals popped into place and pressed against the fabric of his dress shirt until every student could see the prominent and chiseled six pack that he now had. 

Chuckling as he continued to take in the attention he was receiving, those deep exhales gave way to more strain as his lats suddenly flared out and caused his back to grow much wider. Now with his upper half completely transformed into that of a physically fit professor with thick biceps, hefty pecs, and a triangle-shaped back, it was a shock that his dress shirt was able to withstand his newfound bulk given just how wide he was in all regards!

Once this transformation finished though, Sahilip soon found that his twig-like legs were barely able to allow him to stand upright due to just how beefy and top-heavy he now was. Not wanting to embarrass himself and collapse in front of a room full of adoring students, the now-anxious Sahilip sauntered back over to the podium as he leaned on it for support. Upon doing so, the lack of pressure caused the man’s legs to quickly bulk up and complete his transformation into a gym rat of a professor. 

While the long dress socks that he was wearing were straining due to the diamond-shaped calves that were growing before him, that barely compared to how his shorts were feeling. Given how tight and short they already were, they soon resembled a poser, which was fitting given his bodybuilder size! As his thighs inflated to enormous proportions, it quickly became clear that the new Sahilip was a committed worker in the gym because there was no muscle group of his that was less than perfect. 

Now complete with a pair of muscular legs that could withstand his hefty size, the man’s momentary anxiousness quickly faded away as his pretentiousness returned in full force. Unfortunately though, just like how his body had inflated to severe proportions, his ego had also done the same. The cocky man basked in the obvious thirsting that his students had for him, he was a god amongst men when it came to his physique and good looks! In fact, it was quite amusing to also pick up on the few jealous stares that he was receiving from some of the male students of the class. He could understand their jealousy, although he felt no real sympathy for them because they could get a physique like his if they wanted to actually be productive and head to the gym rather than those weekend frat parties!

With his cock returning to a rock hard status due to the mixed expressions of jealousy and lust, Sahilip opted to remain behind the podium. Although he felt no shame about his size or bulge, the man’s inner dialogue suddenly began to emphasize how off-track the class was becoming due to their thirst for the professor and the side conversations they were having with each other as a result.

In hopes of stopping that dead in its tracks, the man’s booming voice began to ring out and startle countless students. “Alright folks, settle down. We need to get back to a normal sense of decorum. This is a classroom not a lunch hall, so let’s put an end to these little side conversations,” he said, his expression quickly turning serious to showcase his seriousness. With his lips pulling back from a grin into a slight scowl, this expression soon became locked in as the man’s normal resting face. He was an intimidating fellow after all, so it was only appropriate for him to get an equally menacing expression that would never allow anyone to know what he was truly thinking.

Upon adopting this new persona of a gruff and dominant individual, a few last physical changes emerged to help secure himself into this new identity as an English professor. The average-sized bulge that he was sporting (which only looked obscene due to the short black shorts he was wearing) suddenly began to increase. While it extended itself from a simple 5” manhood to an impressive monster of 9” inches, the man’s cock also grew wider until it was incredibly girthy as well. 

On the opposite side of his body, Sahilip’s ass was inflating with incredible speed. The formerly flat ass was filling out quite well, gaining two mountainous globes that left his shorts on the verge of tearing. Much like his pecs, Sahilip’s ass would also undergo a severe amount of jiggling and bouncing without being holstered by a pair of tight pants due to just how broad and beefy it was with a mixed composition of muscle and flab.  

Now a stuff-shirt professor who took his courses and the concept of learning very seriously, the man’s deep voice called for the next slide to appear so they could get into the real meat of the course. While the PowerPoint was once fairly lax and sparse with details, the next slide fully changed that as it was jam-packed with a list of course policies. While explaining how serious he took cheating along with his rigid attendance policy, the man couldn’t help but smirk at the several groans and grimaces from his students about the latter option. Although he knew that they thought he was a prick for being so stern, the man was only doing it to better prepare them for the real world once they were out of the safe space of college and in the real working world!

Upon explaining them and stating the consequences that could occur from not following these policies, Sahilip moved onto the next slide that began to explain the course breakdown in terms of the several projects that he was going to assign. Although he took a moment to ask the students if they had any questions about the course breakdown, it was clear from the looks on the students’ faces that they were still attempting to comprehend all of the information thrown at them. As such, Sahilip reminded his students that they could email him or ask any of his TAs if they had any pressing questions whenever they arose.

Taking a moment to look around the room, Sahilip wondered how much time was left before the course was over. Instinctively, the man lifted his arm and pushed the sleeve of his dress shirt to get a better look at the gold watch that was now wrapped around his right wrist. Although it had truly just appeared out of nowhere, the brand new Philip believed that nothing was amiss as memories informed him of the day he purchased it several years prior. 

Seeing as there was a good 30 minutes before class finished up, the professor found himself with only one slide left before his presentation was complete. As such, Philip needed something to pad the remaining time and thus quickly opted to do a small Q&A with his students. “Alright folks, so since we have a little bit of time left, feel free to raise a hand and ask any questions that you have,” he said, although it came off as more of a command due to the tone and deep boom of his voice.

Before long, a hand in the balcony of the lecture hall quickly rose. Making his way from the podium and closer to the inquiring student, Philip sauntered over with a swagger in his step as he acknowledged the person and asked for their question. While the girl asked a rather asinine question about his clear-cut attendance policy, the professor was unaware of his shorts suddenly altering. With haste, the fabric suddenly expanded and unfurled around him, wrapping itself tightly around his muscular legs until they turned into a pair of black dress pants that fell perfectly right in line with the top of his dress shoes. Although he didn’t need a belt given how form-fitting the pants were on him, a fine leather one still manifested itself through the belt loops and fastened itself around Philip’s trim waist.

Once he completed answering a question, another hand quickly rose up from a male student. Upon directing his attention towards the student and walking closer to him, Philip called on the man.

“Hello sir, I was just curious. How long have you been teaching?” 

Upon hearing the question, Philip found himself instantly racking his brain for the correct answer. Although he felt like a brand new professor, the number 17 kept popping up in Philip’s mind. While he was trying to wonder why that number was so prominent, the man’s pants began to alter their color as well, changing into a deep blue hue that worked well with his stark white dress shirt. With the student still waiting on an answer and Philip unable to think of anything other than 17, the professor stated the number with a rare moment of being diffident.

In response, the student couldn’t help but ask a follow-up question. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how old are you then sir?”

Despite being rather unsure of the original number of 17, Philip’s body instantly began to gain more confidence as he puffed his chest out and smirked. Before the man could even ponder the correct answer (he felt like he was possibly in his mid to late 20s), he suddenly found himself proudly stating that he was 43 years old.

In response to the declaration of his age, the students in the lecture hall immediately began to gasp from the shocking reveal. Most of the older staff at Oak Point University tended to be on the overweight or flat-out obese side, so the students were quite shocked to find such an enigma standing in front of them. Although the tiny voice in Philip’s mind tried to believe that his age of 43 was incorrect, it was unable to fight the influence of his words as his body began to grow older. As a few light wrinkles began to emerge on the man’s face and body while his hairline rose a few inches, another prominent wrinkle manifested on his forehead as the man couldn’t help but smirk at their response. The man’s memories of being a 22-year-old college student were completely erased and replaced with those of a pretentious man who was born in 1979 and went through several key moments in American history as a result.

Viewing this question as the perfect segway into the final slide of his presentation, Philip abruptly ended the Q&A session and asked the projectionist to do something once again. Upon doing so, the man turned to his students and began to read off the last few remaining morsels of information about himself on the slides. 

“So yes, I’m 43 years old and have been teaching here at Oak Point for 17 years,” he began, the voice showcasing just how confident and sure of himself Philip now was. “In fact, I went to undergrad here and graduated summa cum laude,” he continued, taking a moment to smile to himself as he recalled the pride he felt getting his diploma and that distinct honor. “After writing several pieces that have gone on to receive worldwide recognition, I was appointed five years ago to become the head of the English department. Under my direction, Oak Point has created countless English graduates who have gone on to have their works published professionally in countless mediums. So if you’re wanting to break into the industry and make a name for yourself after college, I’m the guy you want to suck up to,” Philip proudly stated, his voice dripping in pure narcissism as he bragged about his achievements. 

Upon finishing up his narcissistic comments, the man took a moment to reintroduce himself to his students as he finished up class. “Alright everyone, I suppose that we can end it for today. In case you’ve forgotten, my name is Philip Reynolds. I look forward to working with all of you this semester and helping turn you into the best possible writers you can be. I’ll see you guys on Wednesday,” he said, unaware of the fact that he had fully transformed from Sam Pearson into Philip Reynolds. Watching as the students frantically rustled their papers and shoved them into their bookbags, the professor gave a light smile and nod to several of his pupils as they thanked him and made their exit. 

Before long, all of the students had finally exited out of the room and Philip took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief that the first lecture of the day was a roaring success. It was always quite amusing to watch people react to both his physique and age, so the first day was always a great way to boost the older man’s ego. 

Yet while he would have loved to take more time to stroke his own ego, a quick look at his watch revealed that he only had a small bit of time before his next lecture (an upper-level American Literature course) began. Making his way over to the small desk in the corner, Philip quickly gathered up his things and shoved them into his satchel. Grabbing onto the blue suit jacket that matched the color of his pants, the man quickly pulled it on and buttoned the lower buttons to complete the look of a highly distinguished professor. With this complete, the man quickly grabbed onto his thermos of coffee and a lone manilla folder before making his way towards the door.

As soon as he pushed the door open though, Philip gasped in shock as his bulky body suddenly made an impact with something. “Oh my goodness,” he exclaimed, unsure of what exactly had occurred. Looking down though, the man instantly grew enraged as he found a short and incredibly round man face first in his hefty cleavage. Taking a step back, the professor’s eyes narrowed as he found himself staring at an overweight slob of a janitor staring in front of him. 

Despite having a fairly large janitor’s suit on, the janitor’s obese body left the fabric straining from his weight in an inverse way to Philip’s own bulk with his clothing. Luckily for Philip though, the muscle on his body made the straining hot on his body instead of disgusting on the janitor’s wide and flabby body. Instantly, the man’s mind began to formulate countless choice phrases for the middle-aged man who was clearly too stupid to both pay attention to what he was doing and get a profession that was something beyond entry-level! 

With his eyes continuing up the idiot janitor’s body, Philip’s eyes quickly picked up on a small plastic tag that revealed the man’s name - Donald. Immediately, the man began to recall the several complaints that he recalled from other staff about the janitor. Although they said that he was great at leaving an area spotless, several of the staff talked about how the janitor made both them and their students uncomfortable with his longing stares towards them. While they assumed this was due to the fact that he was jealous that he never got to apply himself like the staff or their students did, it was still enough to warrant filing some complaints with the janitor department. According to what Phillip recalled, the portly janitor was on thin ice and only needed one more complaint before he would be terminated.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going, you almost made me spill my coffee,” he shrewly stated, taking a moment to lift his arms up and verify that no leakage had actually occurred onto his expensive custom suit. As he looked angrily into the man’s beady eyes, Philip found great pleasure in watching the man instantly recoil and shrink down even further than his already short stature. “This is custom you know,” he continued, using one hand to tug at the lower half of his suit jacket to make sure he was presentable once more. 

Before the janitor could even get the opportunity to apologize, Philip immediately began to speak once more, feeling no remorse as he decided to put the fear of God in the easily intimidated janitor. “That room had better be spotless for my 1PM class,” he stated, although he knew that the deep and monotonous tone of his voice would only make it seem like a threat rather than a simple statement. To punctuate his sentence, Philip narrowed his eyes to give the man a sharp glare before using his bulky body to push right past him and out into the hallways of the building. Making his way past the janitor, the man muttered a “what a fucking oaf” before starting to saunter over towards the exit of the building.

However, as he tried his best to forget about the infuriating experience and mentally prepare for his next lecture, the older man immediately began to feel some eyes staring into the back of his skull. Willing to investigate that feeling, Philip suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Upon doing so, the man was able to see the janitor staring at him before frantically turning his head away. Although he had a feeling that the man was enamored by him based on Donald stammering upon slamming into Philip’s pecs, the secret glaring and obvious blushing was the final nail in the coffin where he realized that the man was attracted to him. 

Unfortunately for Donald, even though Philip was gay, he was only attracted in guys who took fitness as serious as him. Yet despite the clear disgust of being thirsted after by such a creep, it was an unintended stroke of Philip’s ego that left him smirking before making his grand exit out of the lecture hall and into his new life… unaware that he was actually shit-talking his former best friend!

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