Chapter 15 - Geno-type pt. 15

Sam managed to slip into the locker room without being noticed. He was glad that the nurse’s office and the locker room were in the same wing of the school. Sam thought about that for a second, and realized it made a lot of sense; it seemed most likely that people would be injured during athletics than any other time.
           
Sam entered the locker room and gave a quick peek around. There was a PE class in session judging by all the full lockers, but there did not appear to be anyone actually here. Sam was glad that he was on one of the sport teams and so he had his own private locker. He typically used this locker to store his stuff between classes instead of his Standard issue school locker in the halls; both because these lockers were far larger and because it was not uncommon to get a free shot while changing out books.
           
Sam slipped his clothing into the locker and grabbed his toiletry basket. Sam was relieved to see that his clothes were relatively untouched by the cumsplosion he had been subjected to just a few minutes before. He also looked over at the clock on the wall and noticed that he had plenty of time before his next class. With a clean set of clothes and plenty of time to prepare, it seemed Sam would have no problem slipping back into class like nothing had even happened.
           
Sam balled up the sheet he was wearing and tossed it into the dirty laundry bin as he walked by and grabbed a fresh towel from the nearby shelf while he was at it. Sam didn’t even bother wrapping the towel around his waist like he normally did. It would just get dirty if he did that, and nobody was here to see him anyway. Although, Sam secretly wished someone would see him. He had had another growth spurt while he was being blasted by Tyler’s cum. Sam couldn’t tell how big he was exactly, but he could tell he was pretty large. Probably as large as Tyler was when Sam walked in on him yesterday.
           
Sam took a moment to run that through his mind, it was just yesterday that Sam had seen Tyler in the showers. In the span of one day he had worked up the nerve to talk to his long-time crush, found out his crush was already taken, and then had sex with him anyway. That’s not even mentioning the weird powers that Tyler had gained or the effects they had had on Sam.
           
Sam entered a stall and turned the water to full blast. He stood there under the torrent while he tried to process what all had happened in the last hour. Sam had been running almost solely off of hormones and adrenaline since he decided to step in and defend Jake. Sam still couldn’t really figure out how or why he acted like he had. Sam had never before actually hit someone; let alone break their face in. Sure, he had sparred in practice, but those were not real fights; everything was controlled and metered.
           
Sam tried to figure out why he had saved Jake. He should have been angry at Jake for winning Tyler’s affections, right? Instead Sam felt an affinity for Jake. Sam could tell how happy Tyler and Jake were, and Sam just wanted Tyler to be happy; even if it wasn’t with him. Sam remembered watching as Jake and Tyler had kissed. It simultaneously tore at his heart and overwhelmed him with joy.
           
When that bully took Tyler down with a cheep shot, all Sam felt was anger. Then when Biff had turned on Jake, Sam could see the shock, sorrow, and fear in Jake’s eyes. Sam knew that feeling all too well. It was at that moment that Sam bonded with Jake on an emotional level. In the span of a few seconds Jake had been unexpectedly outed and had to stand and face the unbridled rage of someone who was unwilling to accept him for who he was.
          
Sam realized that that was the moment that he knew he had to act. Sam had been in the same position before.  The bullies themselves are not so bad. There are a few people who will always find reasons to hate someone else; no one is immune to bullies. Some will hate you because you are popular; others because you are not popular enough. Some will hate you for being short; others for being too tall. The thing that hurts the most is the crowd. The loneliest feeling is knowing that there are several people around, but none would ever lift a finger to help.
           
Sam washed off the layers of jizz while he continued to ponder. What would his life have been like if he had had friends like Jake and Tyler years ago? What would he be like now? Sam had mastered the art of hiding any sign of emotion from his face long ago. He didn’t understand his own emotions half the time, and he had decided he was better off keeping them hidden.

Tyler was different, though. Every thought was clearly visible on Tyler’s face. Tyler never hid what he was thinking, and actually thrived because of it. That is what had attracted Sam to Tyler in the first place. Sam rarely trusted anyone, but he felt that he could trust Tyler from the moment they met. Even after what had happened since yesterday, Sam was still glad he had opened up to Tyler and still trusted him.

Sam had wasted enough time in the shower. He had been clean for minutes, already. He was just standing under the flow because it helped calm him as he tried to sort through his thoughts.

Sam turned the handle; the stream quickly slowed to a trickle and then stopped completely. He grabbed his towel and dried himself thoroughly. He then began to tie the towel around his waste like he normally did but then had a better idea. Sam flung the towel over his shoulder instead and stepped out from behind the curtain with his newfound glory openly on display.

It was towards the end of the current class period, and so the locker room was packed with all the guys who were getting cleaned up after PE. Everyone stopped and stared at Sam as he walked over to his locker. Many of the boys immediately covered themselves up with whatever they had nearby; some out of a sense of inadequacy, but a few others to hide their growing erections.

Sam was loving the feeling of being the center of attention. For so long he had done whatever he could to try and just fit into the crowd. He never drew too much attention to himself if he could help it, but he might have to rethink that policy now.

Sam’s dick swung heavily with each step. It had to be well over a foot even though it was soft. His softball sized nuts also noticeably shifted in their saggy pouch with every step he took. Sam’s balls didn’t hang very low, but they always looked like they had a bit more skin than they really needed. At his new size this just made his package seem more impressive since the full size and shape of each of his nuts could be seen in great detail.

Once Sam got back to his locker he slipped his glasses on and then pulled out some styling cream. He used the little mirror in his locker to fix his hair as he stood completely named in a room full of guys. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sam could catch many of the guys trying to catch a glimpse of his glorious package. This filled him with a sense of pride, but he did not show any of it on his face.

Sam was enjoying all the attention, but he knew he was running out of time. He pulled out his clothes and began to put them on. His boxers were still too soaked to be usable so Sam slipped those back into the locker and began pulling on his tight jeans. There was an audible collective sigh of repressed desire as Sam’s firm ass and huge dick disappeared into the fabric of his pants.

Sam was a little surprised by just how tight his pants had become. He slipped his hand down the front of his pants and tried to adjust himself as best he could. He finally managed to slip both his dick and balls down his right pant leg. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to work. His pants were so tight that the outline of his large penis was perfectly visible to anyone who gave him even a passing glance.

Sam next slipped his shirt on and began to button it up when he heard his name over the PA. He didn’t even need to hear the last name to know they were calling for him. Even if he hadn’t been expecting to be called in to the principal’s office for awhile now it was obvious it was for him. To the best of his knowledge he was the only person currently enrolled named “Samwise.” Sam figured that would change soon enough. The children born after the Lord of the Rings movies were released would start entering high school soon enough. Sam was one of those rare few who were named for the character in the books.

Sam liked his name, even though he rarely went by the full version. When he was really young and the movies came out, he took a certain amount of pride in watching the character on the screen with his name save the day. Being named for a movie character also helped him meet new people, such as the boy who would be his best friend growing up.

Han was like Sam in a lot of ways. They were about the same age and had similar hobbies. They also both came from geeky families; as was probably obvious by their names. They did everything together, and when Han enrolled in Boy Scouts, Sam quickly did the same.

Sam was now fully dressed and had gathered up all the books he would need for his last class. He started walking to the principal’s office and continued reminiscing about bygone days. Sam was a very different person back then. He smiled a lot and laughed loudly. He trusted easily and forgave quickly. His face was an open book, and Sam willingly let everyone know how he felt.

If Sam still had any of the friends that he had had back then, he wondered what they would think of him now. Sam had to wonder, if he still had any of the friends he had had back then would he even be who he was today.

Sam arrived at the office and walked right on in. The secretary recognized him immediately and gestured for him to enter the next room. Sam could see the principal sitting at her desk with a police officer standing beside her. The officer nodded solemnly to Sam and the principal gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

Sam took the hint and sat down in the chair. “Now, Samwise. You know why you have been called in here, correct?” The principal began. Her voice was terse and stern.

Sam just nodded and said “Because I punched someone. Ma’am” Sam’s face remained completely emotionless.

The principal nodded and continued, “We have reports that you attacked another student; unprovoked. You admit to doing so, but you have an exemplary record so far. Something doesn’t add up. Why did you attack Graham?” Graham? That’s right. That was Biff’s real name. Tyler had begun calling him Biff to piss him off and it had caught on around school.

“He attacked my friends, ma’am.” Sam replied; as stoic as before.

“So you attacked him back, out of retaliation?”

“No, ma’am. I did it to protect my friends. One of them was already unconscious and he was going to hurt the other one.” This caught the officer’s interest.

“You say he was attacking your friends. Did they provoke him in some way?” The officer asked. Sam could tell that he had not heard this part of the story. The apparent victim was now becoming the suspect.

For the first time in the interrogation, Sam’s face changed a bit. He grew pensive, and he mulled over how to answer this question. “Not exactly, sir.”

The officer leaned in closer. “This is a yes or no question. Was Graham provoked?”

Sam’s face reverted to its previously blank look. “It’s not that simple, sir. Graham attacked my friends because they were kissing.”

The officer was catching on, and his face softened a bit. If things were going the way he thought they were, this case was about to get a lot more serious. “Tell me, what were the names of your friends?”

The principal began to tense up. She knew where this line of questioning was going as well. Sam responded “Jake and Tyler.”

The principal narrowed her gaze at Sam. What she had hoped to resolve as a simple schoolyard brawl was on the verge of becoming a serious legal issue. The officer turned to her and spoke, “You know what this means.” The principal nodded without speaking. “We will have to gather witnesses from the area, and we will need to review the security footage. These accusations are very serious.”

The officer turned back to Sam. “You are not in the clear yet, though. You still put that boy in the hospital. He has a broken nose and a concussion.”

Sam just shrugged, “It was a simple takedown, sir. I had to stop him before he could hurt anyone else, and that was the quickest way to incapacitate him. His nose will heal in a few weeks. He would have seriously hurt them had I not stepped in.”

The officer nodded. “We will review the footage. You are free to go for now, but if we find out you have not been honest with us we will bring you in again. Dismissed.”

Sam nodded to the officer, got up, and left the office. The secretary gave him a pass for class on his way out. As soon as Sam got out into the hallway his resolve cracked. He was terrified during that entire interrogation. He hoped he played it properly. Sam knew that
Biff was the one who was really at fault. Sam also knew that those who deserved to be caught rarely did. Sam walked slowly to his next class; giving his nerves time to settle before he got there. 
