Chapter 32 - Geno-type pt. 32

All eyes were on Tyler the second he entered the building. Even those who were not predisposed to men couldn’t help but stare at the tightly wrapped behemoth swinging between Tyler’s legs. Tyler loved the attention and knew how to use the spotlight. He strolled straight down the middle of the hallway as students and teachers alike got out of the way and watched in reverent awe as the glorious rod and colossal balls loped past them. Tyler had long since adjusted to his new size and had adopted a gait that swished from side to side; causing his immense package to loll back and forth as he sauntered through the halls.

Libidos ran high and boners rose higher as Tyler cranked his sex appeal to max. Even without the lumbering mass of man meat that he was swinging around. Tyler was hot and ripped and he knew it. His muscles were so large from years of training that they were straining against Sam’s old t-shirt. Each and every contour of his chiseled abs was openly on display for any to see. Those few souls who could draw their eyes away from the mountainous cock and the monolithic balls were treated to show of Tyler’s amazing physique.

Tyler was actually surprised that none of the teachers had made any effort to stop his triumphant march through the corridors. He was technically in dress code but only just barely, and all the other guys who let their underwear hang out of their pants typically didn’t have several feet of cock packed away in there.

In fact, many of the teachers wanted to step in and find some grounds to write him up, but the few who were not so emasculated by the sight of a dick that was bigger than they were, were too afraid to raise any objections against such an impossible sight. There was no way he could have grown so much over night, right? There had to be some trick. Maybe he was stuffing his pants with some giant, cock shaped object just to show off. Everyone knew that Tyler liked to show off. He practically lived for it, but no one would dare try and call a guy out on something like that.

A teacher had tried to call out a female student for stuffing her bra last year. It turned out that yes, she really did double her cup size in a week. The school board still hadn’t managed to settle that lawsuit, and no one was willing to risk another.

Tyler swaggered into his first class right as the bell rang. Quickly realizing he would never fit into a normal desk, he grabbed one of the rolling chairs from the back corner of the room and sat down in it with his legs lewdly spread apart; his massive junk resting heavily against the floor.

The economics class was pretty boring in general, and the fact that today was just the final exam didn’t help matters at all. Tyler hadn’t studied. He was far too preoccupied with other things the past few days, but it’s not like he would have studied anyway. Tyler skated by in all of his classes with the minimal amount of studying, and he did all right. He probably could have even been in all the braniac classes with Jake if he put the effort into his school work. As it was, Tyler much preferred to do well in these easy classes than to struggle in the hard
ones.

Tyler finished his test in record time. Well, he finished it quickly anyway. There was no telling how fast other students would have finished if they hadn’t been distracted by the gigantic mass of cock flesh lazing about in middle of the classroom. Tyler could tell that he had an audience and was eager to exploit it. He walked extra slowly and seductively as he strolled up to the front of the class to set his paper on the teacher’s desk. He had the rapt attention of just about every student in the class; and possibly also the teacher’s, too.

Tyler’s only regret was that Sam’s old, baggy, cargo pants did nothing to show off his beefy, muscular ass. Sure, his cock was amazing, but Tyler had spent years sculpting those glorious mounds of muscles. They deserved their time to shine as well.

As he walked along the front of the classroom, he made sure his swaying gait caused his mammoth equipment to “accidentally” brush against the legs of those who were seated in the front row. A few of them even stuck their hands out to get a feel of the gargantuan specimen of manhood that was strolling past them. One of the kinkier ones had even slipped her shoes off and dug her toes into one of Tyler’s gigantic, squishy, nuts. He almost let out a loud, sexual moan of pleasure, but managed to stifle it and move on. He was just there to put on a show. He didn’t want to get too friendly with the locals.

After dropping off his test, Tyler continued his runway strut back to his seat. His front row fangirl managed to sneak in another sensual jab at his other nut as he strolled past. Tyler tried to keep up his aura of empowered indifference, but he let out a little moan in spite him self. He quickly bit his lip and regained his composure.

Once he got back to his seat, he continued his show as best he could without incurring the wrath of the teacher. He made a great show of being very bored now that he was done with his exam. He was stuck in the room until the bell rang to release him, but he really didn’t actually want to leave yet, anyway; he was enjoying the looks he was getting from the peanut gallery too much.
           
One by one, other students finished their exams. Many of them were sure to take a detour and walk along the outside of the classroom just to get a chance to be close to Tyler and his magnificent cock. Tyler would flash all of them a winning smile which encouraged them to give his beast a nice feel, if they were brave enough. Many of them took him up on his unspoken offer, and they lazily dragged their hand along the length of his soft, warm, shaft as they walked past him on their way to the teacher’s desk and then again on their way back.
           
Tyler was enjoying all the attention, but he was running the risk of popping a boner in class if he kept getting felt up by over half the class. Fortunately, just about everyone in class had already handed in their exams, with the exception of a few people who were still working and a few guys who were obviously done but did not dare leave their seats with the tents they were currently sporting.
           
Tyler continued showboating for the rest of the class. He would occasionally lean back in his chair and pretend to yawn; causing his shirt to slide up and reveal the well groomed treasure trail leading down to an equally groomed patch of pubic hair that was visible above his waistband. He would also occasionally rub a hand casually along as much of his shaft as he could reach. He was playing a dangerous game trying to keep himself hovering at a semi aroused state. He would begin to inflate to a semi, but then back off and let his arousal die down a bit. The steady rhythm of his cock swelling and deflating gave it the illusion of being a living, breathing creature.
           
For the first time in the history of Mrs. Ruben’s economics class, there was a murmur of sadness and disappointment when the ending bell finally tolled. The few lucky souls who had Tyler in their later classes were eagerly awaiting the next act of his solo play, but the rest dejectedly trudged off to their boring, unerotic normal classes.
           
The trek to Tyler’s second class went much the same as the one to his first; students and teachers parting before him, and his impressive endowments as if yielding to a king. Just being in the presence of Tyler’s magnificent piece was enough to fill many of the onlookers with a lust that could no longer be sated by normal men.
           
Tyler’s next class was in the newly constructed annex. It was much more modern than the rest of the school, and had much nicer fixtures as a result. Tyler was able to get into his normal desk this time, thanks to this particular model of student desk having a fold away desktop. Getting to his seat was much harder than actually getting into it, though. He had to squeeze in between the small rows of desks; often bumping up against the occupants with his massive balls. He even accidentally gave the dude who sits in front of him a face full of nutsack; although, really, the other guy had totally leaned into it, and welcomed the oncoming ball of flesh with open arms. Literally.
           
The current class was his speech class. It was a class on how to stand up and speak in public. It was easily Tyler’s best subject, since all it required him to do was stand in front of a bunch of people and bullshit for twenty minutes every few weeks and get a grade for it. Tyler never choked during his speeches.
           
As it would happen, Tyler was one of only a few students who had not done their final presentation yet. Tyler also had not bothered to prepare any topic to speak on. Not that he ever did. They were graded on how well they handled themselves in the speech, not so much the content. Tyler thrived off of the attention he got from being on the spot like that, unlike pretty much everyone else in class who would sweat bullets when it was their turn.

The first two students went up and did their speeches. They were pretty boring, but that was about par for the course for the class. The first guy stuttered his way through some political piece on how U.S. greed was responsible for the outbreak of Somali pirates or some other boring shit like that. The next girl stammered her way through some poorly thought out argument about why Twilight was the best novel ever written. Ever.

Tyler would have tried to steal some of the attention from the verbal train wrecks that were being paraded in front of him, but he was trying very hard to keep his semi from springing up into a full blown hardon. The guy in front of him was one hell of a horny bastard, and he was devious, too. Tyler’s junk was smushing up against this guy’s back. He didn’t seem to mind, though. If anything he was enjoying being up close and personal with Tyler Junior.

Tyler couldn’t be sure if this dude was not so secretly very aroused by Tyler’s huge dick poking him in the back, or if he just wanted to make Tyler squirm in class. Tyler figured it was probably a little of column Gay and a little of column B. Either way, Tyler could feel the soggy fabric sticking to the tip of his cock. He was dribbling pre already and getting closer to a full on boning with every passing second.

This guy was good, and the worst part was, is that he was doing it in such a way that he would look completely innocent when Tyler did finally bone in class. He was rocking back and forth in his seat; using his back to rub the tip of Tyler’s colossal cock. A cock that was already pushing up against this guy’s back by sheer virtue of it not having anywhere else to go. The guy was also rolling his shoulders in such a way as to cause his shoulder blades to rub up and down along the massive head of Tyler’s huge dick. Tyler couldn’t even think if there was a term for such a sexual maneuver. Surely someone somewhere had to have had the idea to jack someone off with their shoulder blades before, but it was all new to him, and it was proving to be super effective.

Tyler breathed a long sigh of relief when he was called to do his speech. It figures he was the last person in class who needed to present. He walked slowly up to the front of the room. He took a few long, slow, breathes as he tried to steady his pulse, and bring his growing erection in check. He was still flying at half mast by the time he took his position in front of the class, but it was much better than it was when he stood up.

Tyler actually felt much better now that he was the center of attention. He had all eyes on him, and most of said eyes were transfixed on his massive dick. It felt good to be back in his element, and now that he was in control, he could turn the tables on his horny neighbor. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he clapped his hands together and began speaking. “Magnets! How do they work?”

This expectedly got a lot of laughs from his classmates and a disgruntled groan from his long suffering teacher. No one would be happier to see this school year over than Mr. Owens. “Tyler… if you don’t have an actual topic ready, I’d be glad to save us all some time and fail you right here.”

Tyler didn’t even bat an eye. He kept his playful grin going strong as he deflected his teacher’s criticism. “Nah. It’s cool. I was just setting the mood. I was originally going to talk about the existential quandary of a pitiful meaningless existence in Albuquerque, but I think I’ll open the floor up to questions instead.” Tyler gestured to everyone in the class, but he kept his eyes locked on his would be molester. “You there. I know you have a question.”

Tyler’s kinky neighbor was completely unprepared to be put on the spot like this. “Uh… no. I can’t think of anything.” He was flustered and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

“It seems to me that there is an elephant in the room, but no one wants to talk about it.” Tyler leaned forward and rested on his own gigantic cock, like a fire and brimstone preacher would lean into his pulpit, as he stared at the guy who was now sweating under the pressure. It was probably for the best, though. All the sweat spots that were forming on his shirt served to mask the giant splotch of pre that was dribbling down his back.

Tyler’s classmate fumbled with words for a bit, but finally managed to ask the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Uh… How did you get… how did you get so big?”

Tyler flexed one beefy bicep and shot the guy a sly grin. “Hard work and dedication.” This caused the class to erupt into laughter.

The guy shook his head and stammered his way through a follow up question. “I mean… Well… Look at you!”

Tyler flexed both arms like a bodybuilder in a competition. “I know, right?” This garnered more laughter, but someone from the back of the room called out between their own laughs, “He’s talkin’ about your dick, bro!”

Tyler tilted his head and gave a devious grin, his eyes still locked on his jacker. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?” The whole class was howling except for the teacher and the target or Tyler’s jabs.

The teacher just let out a loud, annoyed sigh. “Give your speech or get off the stage. We don’t have time for your antics.”

Tyler just rolled his eyes. “Well, now that I have my topic, let’s discuss. How did I get so big?” Tyler shrugged. “A magic man did it.” The entire class was laughing again. It’s common knowledge that the easiest way to keep a secret is to tell everyone, but present it as a joke.

Once the audience quieted down a bit Tyler continued his story. “Well, actually. I first noticed it this past weekend. Everything seemed a little bigger. You can imagine how excited I was, but the thing is…” Tyler’s voice got low and hushed as if he was telling a campfire ghost story. “It kept getting bigger.” Tyler’s cock seemed to shudder as he spoke the last word.

Tyler continued his story, adding in dramatic hand gestures to make his sex fueled growth spurts seem like something out of a cheesy B horror flick. “What’s causing it?” Tyler leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone again. “No one knows.”

He alternated his narrative this way. Speaking with emphatic gestures for the action, but then speaking in hushed tones when he added the “No one knows.”

“Will it ever stop? No one knows.”

“Is it contagious? No one knows.”

“Is it even growing right now? At this very instant?” All eyes turned to stare at Tyler’s enormous cock. It was straining against the fabric. Every little detail of Tyler’s impressive meat was clearly visible as the fabric stretched so tight that it started to become borderline transparent. The stitches along the sides of the front pouch were beginning to pop and fray. Tyler leaned in for another hushed whisper. “Oh, I think we know.” After which he gave the class a devious wink.

Just about everyone in the class was completely aroused from Tyler’s little show, especially his creeper from earlier. The front of the guy’s pants were damp from the beads of pre dribbling from his rock hard cock. He wanted to experience Tyler’s newly enhanced dick? Well it looks like he got more than he had bargained for.

Several other students were really getting into it as well; especially a quiet, nerdy girl who always sat in the back. It was apparent to Tyler that she had been fingering herself for the duration of his little show and that she had just brought herself to a climax. It’s always the quiet ones that are the freaky ones. Tyler thought to himself bemusedly.

The bell rang to announce the end of yet another class period. The teacher didn’t even bother to get out of his seat to dismiss the class. He just waved them off with a curt “go away.”
After Tyler’s latest stunt, his nuts now dragged heavily along the ground as he walked; even with Sam’s custom fit ball bra. Tyler didn’t mind too much. It was totally worth it to see the looks on all of their faces as he grew right in front of their eyes.

Tyler scooped up his bag and wandered off down the hall. He had a plan to regain some of his lost mobility, but he’d need some help to pull it off. Tyler nodded quickly to his kinky classmate. “You. With me.” Tyler knew this guy enough to know that they both had their lunch period next.

Tyler trudged awkwardly towards the supply closet; his creeper following along awkwardly. Tyler quickly realized that something was not right here. The ground was soggy with crusty white fluid. If he didn’t know any better he’d say that this was a lake of drying cum. Of course the lazy janitors had just placed a caution cone up and called it good.

Tyler was getting worried. If this was a huge puddle of spooge, then there are very few people who could have made it. Tyler hurried to the closet door as fast as he could; dragging his immense nuts through the muck as he went. The handle turns easy enough, but the door was jammed. He shoved against the door with all his might. The soggy ground was making it hard for him to really get a decent footing.

Slowly but surely, Tyler managed to pry the door open enough for him to get in. His fears were confirmed as he saw what was inside. Sam was lying slumped over against the far wall. His enormous dick was now so large that it filled most of the closet. Sam shouldn’t be able to get any larger without Tyler around, so he must have released, but why?

Sam’s face lit up when he saw Tyler, but then immediately went blank again. Tyler was confused by these sudden changes in Sam, and tried to get him to open up. “Hey. What happened?”

Sam just gave Tyler a pleading look and nodded to something behind him. Tyler turned and looked behind him to see that his follower had slipped in with him. “Oh, hi Mark.” Tyler Then shooed Mark away, but changed his mind again. “Wait. On second thought, take that bucket and fill it with cold water.”

Tyler shoved Sam’s hefty dick so that it was no longer pressing up against the door; allowing Mark to leave easily. Then Tyler turned back to Sam. “Ok. It’s just us. What happened?”

Sam still looked uneasy. “I’m not sure any more…” Tyler just waited patiently for Sam to piece together his thoughts enough to continue. “I met a guy. I thought I liked him. I might still like him? I don’t know anymore…”

“We can worry about him later. Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here. Why didn’t you call me for help? And why are you so big?” Tyler pulled Sam in for a bro-hug as he consoled his friend. Sam answered Tyler’s first question by pointing to the cum soaked pile of clothing in the corner. Somewhere in that soggy mass was Sam’s phone.

Sam looked a little uneasy, but he explained as best he could. “It’s like I got tired of holding it in. It’s like whatever muscle I was using to hold it back just gave out.”

Now that Sam mentioned it, Tyler could feel something similar. Like a dull ache in the back of is mind. It was almost as if some corner of his subconscious had been holding its hand of for twelve hours straight and just wanted to let its arm drop from pain and fatigue. If he let himself go at school, there’s no telling the amount of damage he could do.

Tyler was confident enough in his self discipline that he felt he could keep his growth in check for at least a few more hours. Jake was another story, though. Tyler had to find Jake before he dropped the balls in school, but he also couldn’t leave Sam in the condition he was in. 
