Classroom Disruption - A Muscle Growth Story
Timmy pulled the pill out at lunch and showed it off to everyone at the table. All the other 7th grade guys, including myself, looked at it, but it looked like any old pill to me.
“That’s just a fish oil pill. My dad takes those everyday”, one kid scoffed.
Timmy defended himself. “No! Really, whoever takes it will grow! They’ll turn into a muscle beast! It’ll be awesome! Who’s gonna take it?”
All of us were scrawny kids, and I have to admit, the thought of being a muscle beast made me start to bone up a bit, but I was not about to just take some random pill this kid brought from home. For all I knew, it’d poison me and I’d die right there.
“Why don’t you just take it yourself, man?” The skeptical kid continued questioning. “If it really turns whoever takes it into a huge muscle guy, why wouldn’t you just down it right now and show everybody?”
The kid had a point. Timmy had been exercising and bragging about going to the gym with his older brother. Why wouldn’t he just take it himself?
“I’ve been working out with my brother. Some weird guy at the gym gave the to pill him last week. John says it probably won’t work anyway, but even if it did that he’s not into cheating. If he’s not into cheating, I don’t want to cheat either. One of you wimps can have it.” Timmy replied. I didn’t know where he got off on calling us wimps. He’d only been to the gym with his bro a few times, and I didn’t see any noticeable results.
I looked at the large, darkly colored capsule in his hand. I don’t know what came over me, but I snatched it right out of his hand, threw it back down my throat, and washed it down with the rest of my milk.
I looked up after chugging the milk and was met with a look of horror on all the other guys’ faces. I flashed a big smile and sat up straight. After a moment of nothing happening, everyone started laughing, me included. What had I been thinking?
With fifteen minutes of lunch remaining, my stomach growled loudly. “Anybody got any extra food? I’m starving!” Being at a table full of 7th grade boys, there wasn’t much food left to go around, but my hunger was intense. I went back through the line and purchased a second lunch. I begged the girls at the table behind me for all of their leftovers, and I ate eryone’s unwanted food as fast as I could. As I got up to throw out my trash, I snuck around and grabbed three more milk cartons and downed them all at the trash cans before heading back to class.
I made my way back to science class with my friends and let my imagination wander as I sat back in my desk. My small 5’5” 110lbs frame fit easily within the desk. I imagined growing right there in class, getting too big for the desk, crashing down to the floor with my increased weight! Oh man, the thought got my little dick hard. I readjusted under the surface of my desk and tried to focus on class.
Our science teacher, Ms. Dawson, was pretty young, definitely still in her early 20’s. She was a runner, and her thin frame was nicely complimented with her big breasts. My friends and I agreed that we all payed more attention in this class than any other. I wondered if she was into muscular guys? If I grew into a muscular jock, would she be into me? The thought of seducing a teacher was terrifying, but also really hot to me. Would it be hard to do if I was bigger? Nolan was a pretty big guy on the wrestling team. Sometimes when she went to his desk she would put her hand on his big shoulder and give it a squeeze. I’d never seen her do that to anybody else…
Class continued on for about 40 minutes or so. My brain wandered all around. From how attractive Ms. Dawson is, to how really tall guys stretch their legs out around the desk in front of them, to how funny some of those really big 8th graders look in the small desks at school. I remembered my dad telling me the other day that the door frames are 6’8” tall, and I imagined being so tall you had to duck to fit into the classroom. I imagined being so muscular that you had to turn sideways to fit through it, and then I imagined being so tall and so wide you had to really awkwardly bend down and squeeze to fit through the doors of the school. Squeezing into a middle school while also being the biggest man alive. The thoughts had my heart racing. I was so fucking horny.
Ms. Dawson went over to the lights and turned them off to play a video. She started the eight minute video on weather, demanding that all students remain quiet during the video. Shortly after the video began, my stomach started to feel funny. I blamed it on all the milk I chugged during lunch. I seriously must have downed eight or nine cartons in total. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t take my focus off of the feeling. It started out as a nausea, but it slowly turned into something else.
I took a deep breath and sat up straight in my desk. Something wasn’t right. I began to panic to myself, trying to stay quiet and not draw attention to myself. That pill was going to kill me. I was going to die right in the middle of science class.
I kept my breathing deep and slow, trying to stay calm. After a minute or so the feeling changed completely. It became a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and then it began to spread through my entire torso and down my arms and legs. I looked up at the screen. There were still six minutes left in the video.
I felt a tightness in my shoulders and upper back. I instinctively rolled my shoulders and pressed back against the seat, sitting up taller…but then I realized I was already sitting up as tall as I could! Was I getting taller?
I felt my t-shirt pull tight against my chest and shoulders. I looked down in awe as I felt my chest push out from my body, pecs growing in fast, the men’s small sized T-shirt fighting against me. I was growing! Right in the middle of class! I tried to remain quiet, unable to take my attention off of my growing body.
My short sleeves tightened around my upper arms as what were once twig-like arms suddenly became thick with definition. I gulped watching the sleeves get pulled tightly, feeling the shirt grip my thickening neck. I sat up again, feeling the small of my back get exposed to the cool classroom air as I continued to grow taller. I stretched out my legs towards the desk in front of me. My shorts rising above my knees.
Suddenly my feet pushed into the tips of my sneakers. My toes curled under instinctively, but that didn’t stop them from continuing to grow. It hurt, and I couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan. I grimaced as my size seven sneakers gave way to my elongating feet with a series of rips that could be heard throughout the classroom. The video was loud, but everybody heard the shoes rip open.
Free from their confinement, I looked down over the sides of the desk to see my ankle socks slide down over my heel, unable to cover my growing feet. They looked enormous! My tattered remains of my socks and shoes lying underneath them. While looking at my legs, I felt another surge hit me. I readjusted my growing ass back in the seat as my legs continued to stretch across the floor. I saw the faint dusting of leg hair I had begin to darken and thicken.
My thighs began to expand, filling up my gym shorts. I pulled my phone and my pen out of my pockets as my thighs thickened, making it harder to fit in the seat of the desk. They were starting to look more like underwear as the material was stretched tight. I was still hard, and with all of this happening so fast, I wasn’t really able or sure what to do about it. I spread my legs apart to help me fit in the desk, but the boner wasn’t hard to see from that angle.
Still stretching taller and feeling the tightness all over, I reached my arms out to the sides, trying to relieve the tension in my muscles. All that did was fuel the growth. I could feel my arms reaching further away from my body as I did. I balled up my fist a few times and saw long, thick fingers that looked foreign at the end of my own arms. My forearms were thick, and visible veins ran from my elbows to my hands, snaking around the thick sinews of muscle.
And that was when I saw the flash of a camera phone go off. I glanced up from my own body for the first time in the past few minutes to see everyone in the class staring at me, Ms. Dawson included. I panned across their horrified faces, many with phones out recording my awesome growth. The guys at the lunch table, Timmy included, all had looks of jealousy painted on their faces. The video was still playing, but nobody was paying it any attention.
The sound of my ripping shirt brought my attention back to myself as my pecs finally heaved through the material, followed by my neck and then my shoulders and biceps. The cool air felt nice against my muscular body. Someone, maybe Ms. Dawson had made their way to the door and turned the lights on, giving everyone a clear view of my expanding chest, rising with each breath, but not falling as I exhaled.
I brought up my arms and flexed them, the remaining fabric tearing like tissue paper and falling away. Every part of my biceps and triceps were clearly defined, and still expanding. They must have been close to eighteen inches. Nobody in this fucking middle school even came close to this size! A teenage musk began to flow out from my hairy pits. It was intoxicating.
More ripping sounds shook through the room as my shorts tore open exposing my tree trunk thighs. I looked down and saw that my torso was still covered with some remaining fabric from my shirt. I reached down and tore it away, revealing large, cobblestone abs. A trail of dark hair ran down the center of my stomach and disappeared beneath the exposed waistband of my underwear. You could see the veins snaking across my abs. I didn’t know if that was normal, but I sure thought it was hot as hell.
The tightness in my muscles was starting to fade, but I was suddenly faced with a new sensation. I couldn’t contain myself. I let out a deep, guttural moan that shook the desks as I was hit with a sensation of growth in my dick and balls. I sunk down into my chair, which was difficult to do as I still continued to grow even taller, attempting to conceal my bulge under my desk.
My shorts had almost completely torn away, so I reached around and pulled apart that material, letting it hang down towards the floor, leaving me in just my black boxer-briefs. My bulge was pronounced and pulsating with its own growth.
I didn’t want to touch it. I knew that if I grabbed my dick, I’d blow my load, and I was afraid that if I did that then it’d stop growing. So instead I just placed my hands on the insides of my legs, further accentuating the bulge. It was like getting erection after erection. Blood pumped into my member as it bulged outwards, longer and thicker. I stared in amazement. It throbbed outwards.
Soon it’s growth exceeded my boy’s underwear’s space for it, and it peeked it’s thick head out from underneath my waistband. As with everything else, once it had air to breath, it really took off in growth.
For a brief moment I considered being ashamed to be exposing myself to my class, but that was quickly drowned by the sheer joy of seeing my own cock grow outward, creeping up my chiselled abs. I finally pulled my underwear down, and the thing rose up and smacked against the underside of the desk. That was not a comfortable position for me, so I shifted in my seat until I had my growing cock out from under the desk, growing more, poking it’s head out over the desk for everyone to see. Once the air hit my balls, I had to grit my own teeth in ecstasy as I felt them swell like balloons. The once jellybean sized balls expanded outwards. I involuntarily bucked my hips, knocking against the desk, desperately trying to make room for all of me. I tried sitting up again, my huge dick still creeping up my stomach as my balls fought for room against my massive thighs. They were reaching the size of lemons as my dick had to be every bit a foot long.
And then I heard the old desk creak. My growth was slowing, but I was still expanding in all directions as the legs of the desk gave way. I crashed into the floor, sending the students behind and in front of me across the room. As I fell, I grabbed my huge cock to protect it from smashing against the desk, causing a fountain of cum to spray across the classroom as I smashed into the floor, destroying the desk. In the midst of an orgasm, I couldn’t do anything except hold tight to my cock as my semen sprayed over the top of my head and all across the room. My abs tightened as wave after wave of teenage semen shot out of the giant mushroom head, coating myself and the students around me. The smell was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was perfection.
The bell rang as I was still spurting out jizz onto my muscular chest. Nobody moved. When the torrent of cum finally stopped and I was able to move, I pulled the pieces of the desk off of me and stood up, instantly loving how much of the room I took up. Everyone was so small! This was a room full of kids, but I was a man! I had instantly become more of a man than any of them ever would! Covered in my own jizz I began to flex. My pecs heaved, by arms bulged, and my stomach contracted. My cock had almost completely softened, but their looks of horror and amazement fueled the flames, and my double digit member swelled out from me again, ready and hungry for more.
Ms. Dawson walked awkwardly to the door and demanded all students except for me leave. I looked down at their faces with a huge grin as they all left in fear, some of them coated in my jizz. I saw several students had small wet spots of their own between their legs. As the kids walked out of the room, several eyes from the hallway caught sight of me. Ms. Dawson assured all the kids that she was going to call my parents and get this sorted out.
But as the last kid left the room, she shut the door, locked it, and unplugged her phone.
Time for an anatomy lesson!