Chapter 2 - Geno-type pt. 2

            Monday morning rolled around and Tyler was up and ready to seize the day. He was too excited to sleep properly and was up and about well before his alarm was set to wake him for school. He was excited to go to school. For the first time in his life he was actually excited to go to school. Not for the learning, no, never for the learning. He needed to speak to Jake. He had tried calling him, but that boy could sleep through a thermo-nuclear apocalypse. No. He’d just have to wait until they ran into each other later on in the day.

            Tyler was so pleased with his good fortune. His life was really going to turn around now, and he wanted Jake to know. He wanted anyone to know. He wanted everyone to know. All he could think about was how big could he grow? How big would he grow? The possibilities were infinite, but he didn’t want to jump the gun, and besides, after all the hours he spent testing out his current growth he would never even make it to school if he were to grow again now.

            He had been so busy pacing his room thinking about what was in store for him that he was completely surprised when his alarm starting blasting. God, he hated this song. It used to be his favorite song, too. Let this be a lesson to you. Never set your favorite song as your wake up alarm or as your ring tone. You will learn to resent those repetitive tones and all the evil and wicked that they represent.

            Tyler began the process of preparing for classes. He started off, like always, with a long hot shower. This shower ran a little long, though; because he could not stop admiring his newly enhance dick and balls. He held his balls in his soapy hand and just sort of shifted the weight amongst his fingers. Even after having been emptied repeatedly through the course of the night they were still much larger than they had ever been before last night. Each one was roughly the size of those Cadbury eggs he liked. Not the tiny, ones that came in a bag, but the medium ones that were foil wrapped. It’s a shame they were only available around Easter time.

            One of his friends had gone abroad one summer and brought him back one of the novelty jumbo eggs. Could you imagine being able to get cream eggs any time of the year? Wait, screw that. Imagine having nuts the size of those novelty eggs. Dammit, now Tyler was getting hard. He was just beginning to think that maybe he’d have time to sneak in one more quick one… But it was not to be. Right then his mom began banging loudly on the bathroom door. If he didn’t hurry up and get his ass out of there and eat is breakfast he was going to be late for school. And stop wasting all the hot water!

            With a sigh Tyler turned off the hot water and stood under the icy jet. Less because he cared about saving hot water for others in the house, but because he needed to stop his semi before it digivolved into a raging hard-on. After a painfully chilly minute of rinsing out the conditioner in his hair, he shut off the water, grabbed a towel, dried off, and then wrapped the towel around his waste and went back to his room to get dressed. He quickly grabbed a clean pair of boxer briefs from his dresser and pulled them off. Now this was an odd sensation… He had never had to worry with this before. He was cramped. He reached his hand down the front and began to move things around. Nope, he couldn’t go up. He’d run into the waistband. He tried shifting left, and while there was more room, it just didn’t feel right. These underoos were just too tight in all the wrong places. He remembered seeing those ads for designer underwear. The ones that were said to have custom pouches to really show off what your momma (or Geno, in this case) gave you. Maybe now that he actually had something to show off he would buy some of those.

            Tyler really didn’t have time to mess with this right now so he reached into the drawer and pulled out a set of loose boxers which he normally used as pajama bottoms. These were nice and open so he could just slide his junk down one leg and go about his business. There probably wasn’t much use in wearing these since they didn’t offer any support, but he wasn’t mentally ready to go around commando. After that he quickly threw on the rest of his clothes, snarfed down his breakfast, brushed his teeth, grabbed his bag, and was out the door in time to just barely flag down the bus before it drove off without him. He really wished he could have just waited and rode in with Jake, but Jake had set his schedule so that he had his study period as his first class block of the day, which basically meant that Jake didn’t get on campus until second period. If Tyler was going to ride in with him, he would have had to skip his pre-cal class. Tyler was totally OK with this. His parents obviously less so.

            Tyler slogged through the drudgery of his school day trying to contain his anticipation. He had to wait until after school for a chance to hang out with Jake. That’s the problem with being best friends with one of those smart kids. He spent all day attending these fancy AP classes while you had to sit here with all the common folk like a chump. Tyler actually had no interest in the AP classes. He was just about to go insane if he had to wait until this evening to gloat about his good fortune. Fortunately an opportunity arose just after school.

            Monday just happened to be one of the days that the soccer team met to practice. Tyler had never once showered with the other guys on the team after a practice or a match. He always stayed behind to help clean up the field, and didn’t go into the locker room until well after everyone else should have left. He hid behind the excuse that as team captain it was his duty to help out. It really wasn’t his duty. He just really didn’t want to risk letting anyone else see him naked, but now those days were in the past. He didn’t have anything to hide any more. He actually wanted to let himself be seen.

            After practice let out Tyler was quick to rush to the locker room and begin getting ready to shower. He made sure to not let anyone see his now sizeable endowments before he was ready. He tried to scope out everyone else’s dicks. Not in that way, mind you, but if he was going to show off he had to be sure he was the biggest of them all. He got a few good looks at some of the guys and some fleeting glances at the others. All in all they were fairly average, but then again, that would be the very definition of average. One or two of the boys came close to his current size, but none seemed to be bigger.

            Just then Tyler felt a tick finger poke roughly into his right shoulder. “Yo, twerp! Surprised to see you dare show your face in here. You may be team captain on the field, but in here I’M the big man.” Tyler turned to see who it was, although he could already tell from the voice and attitude. It was George, or Gregory, or some other G name. Tyler didn’t really care about his name; all he knew was that this dude was a grade A douchenozzle. Asshole extraordinaire. A certified dickbasket with a little bit of bastard garnish. The big guy stood there, towering over Tyler. He was probably around 6 feet tall. Not quite as tall as Jake, but this guy was huge. He was one of those guys that looked fat until he took his shirt off. Then you realize that yeah, he is kinda fat, but there is only a little layer of fat surrounding a solid brick of muscle. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was leaning back in such a way as to minimize the appearance of his paunch and to accentuate his huge dick.

          “Oh shit. He’s hung.” Tyler thought to himself. “Look at that thing. It’s got to be bigger soft than I am hard.” Tyler quickly regained his composure before anyone had a chance to suspect he was flustered. “Well then, time someone took him down a peg.” Tyler was really getting excited now. He could show off AND take some jackass to school doing it. He’d be a legend around school in no time.

            “Oh. Hello, Biff, I didn’t know you were allowed in the men’s room.” Tyler responded as nonchalant as he could imagine. There were some nervous chuckles from around the room. The other guys had begun to gather because they could already tell this was going to be good.

            “Think you’re really cute, don’t you, runt.” Biff spat.

            “Oh, I think I’m adorable.” Tyler responded with a smirk. By now everyone was gathered around them in a semicircle.

            “I’m surprised you had the nerve to show your face in here. Now let’s see you show the rest of you.” At this Biff made a lunge for Tyler’s towel. Tyler was quick enough to avoid his grasp, and kept his decency intact. Which is fortunate because what he had in mind required the element of surprise.

            “Easy! At least buy me dinner first!” At this most of the guys in the room were howling with laughter. It had been too long since Biff had someone stand up to him. Biff on the other hand was getting furious. “What’s it matter what I have anyway? You seem well enough endowed that you shouldn’t be showing such textbook signs of penis envy. Or maybe that’s not it. Oh, yes. This makes perfect sense. Your whole sense of self worth is tied to your asserting dominance over everyone else through sheer virtue of size.”

            Now Biff was pissed. “Fancy talk. You must have learned that from your boyfriend, but we all know the real reason you never show your face in here is because you are afraid of everyone else finding out about you having a caterpillar where real men have a snake!” At this he grabbed his package and gave it a firm shake to both emphasize his point and assert dominance over the others.

            Tyler just sort of rolled his eyes and smirked. “Unfortunately, gentlemen, that is not the case. I usually like to help out the clean up because I didn’t want to damage your collective egos, but I really do have places to be today, and so you are stuck here with me. Although, really you don’t need to be jealous of little old me. You seem to have a perfectly respectable set there. What would you say that is? Six? Seven inches?”

            “Try nine.” Biff said with a menacing smirk “You wouldn’t know since you have never seen one like this before.”

            “You are right. I have not seen one like that. Most penises are attached like up front. Right below the stomach.” Tyler made a hand motion gesturing to his groin area. “It’s very rare to see a dick attached to a giant asshole like that one, but I suppose since you did so graciously show me yours it is only fair for me to show you mine.”
Tyler then hopped up on one of the benches and turned to face the crowd. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waited for. You have shown me your nine inches. So what say you, I show you my ten?”

            Biff was now noticeable unsettled. “You’re… you’re bluffing.”

            “Am I now? Well then let’s count them off, shall we?” Tyler grabbed his towel and pulled it off in front of him. He held it up like a bull fighter cape in front of him, the top resting right at the base of his penis. He could already feel the warmth pulsing through his cock and balls. It’s time to give them a show.

            “One.” Tyler said as he lowered the towel roughly an inch.

            “Two” He lowered it even further. Everyone else could already see his cock was think. Incredibly thick. Impossibly thick.

            “Three…. Four… Five…” He continued to steadily drop the towel. He could see some of the boys start to get uncomfortable. They could already see five inches of his soft shaft and it didn’t look like he was stopping any time soon.

            “Six… Seven… Eight….” Tyler continued to lower the towel. He was still soft and over eight inches. He had already put Biff to shame. Tyler’s previous assumption that he was only seven inches soft was petty accurate. Tyler knew that Biff was saying he was nine inches at his full glory, but Tyler really wanted to demoralize him.

            “Nine. This is how big you said you were, right? Huh, looks a little bigger on me, though. Maybe it’s just my imagination.” Tyler shot a smug glance at Biff. All the other boys looked briefly at Biff and then back to Tyler. Some of them were glad to see someone finally putting Biff in his place, but a few of them were really getting turned on by this unusual striptease. Tyler could see at least two of the boys try and casually hide their growing erections. This just spurred him on even more.

            “And ten!” He stopped lowering the towel, but there was literally no end in sight. He had ten inches of visible cockshaft but he had not yet begun to flare out at the tip yet. Everyone could see this and knew it meant he had to be at least foot long, and still soft!
In one quick motion Tyler hopped off the bench, flung the towel over his right shoulder, and began walking towards the shower stall. “He looked back over his shoulder and said “Sorry, boys, but if you want to see the rest you’ll just have to use your imagination.” He made the last word sound all mystic and wiggled his fingers on his left hand to add to the comical mysticism. “Oh, and Biff, if it’s any consolation, at least as far as personalities go, you are still the biggest dick here.”
           
            Tyler then swaggered off to the showers. He made sure to do a swaying runway style strut. He kept his legs far enough apart that everyone watching could see his now massive balls hanging heavily down between them, and he moved his hips in such a way that his long, heavy, cock swung like a pendulum, giving everyone fleeting glimpses of the head as it’s arc crossed into view on either side of his legs. 
