Oakswood 2

[Demandred]

Thanks for the kind words guys. I hope you enjoy this next part.

- Dem



Oakswood, Part 2


“He wasn't the headmaster” Andy said, as we sat discussing Life Lessons in the kitchen. I didn't know what to think of the guy, other than that he had a really big set of... guns... so I kept quiet. Jennifer, Sophia and Wendy waxed outrageous at how amazing the man looked, and even Kane agreed. Kane never agreed.

“We didn't learn anything new. Kyle told us everything we need to know.” Ivan seemed pretty quiet, and serious. He ate in his room, too. “The man, whoever he was, looked like he could stand to lose a few pounds.” He reddened as he spoke, but seemed resolute on his opinion.

“Nothing wrong with a bit of muscle” Kane said, and Sophia grimaced as she had to agree with Kane for once.

“A bit, no. But not that much.”

I got up with the intention of going to the bathroom, but as I got up my feet decided to give way underneath me. Luckily I could move my arms, which stopped me from breaking my nose on the floor. The scraping of chairs grated me as people got up to see if I was alright. Andy and Corey helped me up, though when the zip on my jacket turned suspiciously wooden the guy went absolutely crimson and made himself scarce as soon as I was seated again.

“You feeling alright mate” Corey asked.

“Yeah. It was just a spasm” I replied offhandedly, but it felt as if I shouldn't have told him. Kyle and Corey leaned forward with raised eyebrows.

“That's what he said!” Wendy said in her docile, drawn-out way. “He said spasms were a sign of your power!”

“I've not noticed anything different,” I said patiently. You couldn't get mad with Wendy, she just didn't get it. I tried to get up again, but my legs... I couldn't feel from the waist down. “Er... argh!”

“Nathe, what's up?” Kane asked, and with the whole flat spare Andy watching me I felt like a test subject. Perhaps I was.

“I can't feel my legs,” I replied with gritted teeth.

“We have to get you to the nurse then!” Sophia insisted.

“No, just get me to bed. I'll sleep it off, we can get her to come to me if I can't walk tomorrow.” I waved my arms for Kane to help me. He and Corey between them got me out the kitchen, and Corey just opened my locked door with ease as they got me to my room. I was just getting over the creepy idea of never being safe from Corey and his power, and now every time I was less than half naked in my room I'd probably look at the door warily every minute or two. Safely on my bed, my shoes were taken off.

“Man, your feet fucking reek.” Kane pulled a face as he tugged the socks off too.

“Wash them if you want,” I grinned, but I was doing my level best not to panic. I think Kane realised, because my offensive feet were never mentioned again that night. Corey locked the door on his way out, and I was left to lie there, and think.

Didn't this happen in a film, I wondered as I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

***

When I woke up, I thought I felt heavier. That meant my legs were mine again... for now, anyway. I got the sinking feeling that I'd have these problems for some time, until my power bothered to manifest itself. When would that be, I wondered as I rolled out of bed. It was still dark, but I wanted to try my legs out again. Funny what you take for granted when you have them.

When I stood, I realised my power had begun to develop itself.

I thought I shouted something, but it was actually Jennifer I heard. Of course, my shouts are much manlier and less screamy. Fumbling through the dark for the door handle, I blinked at the sudden light in the corridor. Most of Flat D was out there, and the focal point was Jennifer. I opened my mouth as I saw what was going on. She was grabbing her left arm with her right, and from her outstretched hand it appeared to be raining... sweets. Harry took one from the pile, and soon enough everyone was sat at her feet, rummaging through the midnight snacks.

The door to the corridor opened, and everyone looked up as the ginger guy appeared. “Jennifer... the Headmaster wants to see you.” The rain of sweets stopped, and she looked a little frightened. I felt bad for her, until the man said “You too, Nathan.”

Everyone turned to look at me; I don't think they realised I was there until then.

Kane coughed on a boiled sweet.

***

The Headmaster seemed like a nice guy. His office was chilly, but the fire was lit and the place warmed up as we sat by the roaring thing. Me and Jennifer both sat on comfy chairs with hot chocolate; the Headmaster sat in his dressing gown, which made him look a little like a porn star. If porn stars had shockingly white hair and weighed the same as an underfed poodle (see what Kyle has done to me? I've resorted to poodle similes).

“So, Jennifer, you can make it rain sweets from your hands.” The man smiled, and Jennifer visibly relaxed. “I hope you have good toothpaste. And you Nathan...” He paused.

“I'm not turning into a giant am I?” I asked before I could help myself. That was what had taken me aback when I saw myself. My shirt seemed to have shrunken, at first. I could see my belly button, and it felt too tight across the chest and arms. I was only in my boxer shorts – that was how I slept – and they looked very, very snug. At the time I had been too alarmed to worry, but now I knew what had happened... the tracksuit bottoms Kyle had lent me hid what I thought right then.

“Exciting, these changes, aren't they?”

Perhaps I didn't hide my thoughts as well as I hoped. The Headmaster continued without an answer, thank God. “I don't think you'll become a giant, Nathan. But you've certainly grown a few inches. Not unnaturally larger. It could even just be a side effect of your true power, you know. It does happen to a handful of people. For now though, it's safe to say your power is increased size and strength. Someone's already changed the lock on your door, and we do offer a discount to you if you buy clothes from our branch because of your situation. They're trendy and everything! Take a booklet with you.”

I took the book from the table piled with them, giving it an initial look. It looked like a pretty ordinary booklet to order clothes from, which was handy for people living in a residential boarding school with no town nearby. Heck, we even got our food from the lone shop on the bottom floor near the gardens. I suppose I'll be getting more from there, too... allowance allowing.

The Headmaster had a thin book in his hands. He flicked it open to a page, and handed it to Jennifer with a pen. She perused over it, signed it and handed it to me. Down the left page was a picture of Jennifer, with her name and all her contact details. Mine was on the right hand page, though I looked like I weighed a lot less in that picture than I did as I sat in the Head's office. I couldn't wait to go back to my room and have a good look... signing my name at the bottom under my power description, I was confused by the number next to it. “53?”

“You're the 52nd and 53rd people to have their powers develop. It seems to be happening sooner than last year, too.”

I read over my information before giving it back. Strange how he labelled us in order of when we showed signs of our powers. I suppose it was his filing system... he could do what he liked. He smiled at me, and Jennifer.

“You're not worried about this, are you? This strange new power you have?”

“Well, no,” Jennifer said with a small smile. “Not anymore. I was surprised at first to say the least, but it seems alright now.” I just nodded in agreement. The Head seemed quite happy with that.

“There is always someone to talk to if you have any problems. The nurse, or Geoff. I bet if you told him about your power Nathan then he'd happily show you around the gym or something.”

That was the big man who had talked to us yesterday... Geoff. I remembered the name, now. I said something vague in reply, and as Jennifer and I stood up to go he did too.

“One last thing...” The man held out a glass bowl procured from under his chair. “If you don't mind?” He asked Jennifer with a cheeky grin.

***

Jennifer made small talk as we headed back to our flat together, but I wasn't listening. Even if I was only an inch, maybe an inch and a half taller than I was 24 hours ago, I still felt like I towered over her. She was hardly known for her great height, too. On top of that, I felt heavier as well. I stumbled on the stairs in Kyle's sandals, but it was my larger feet which were responsible.

Finally back at the flat, I said my hasty goodbyes to Jennifer and locked myself in my room. The tight shirt was off, the sweats soon followed, and I took a good look at myself. “Wow” was all I managed at first. I had to be closer to Kyle in height, or Corey. The height alone would have impressed me, but it was the new thickness I felt which really had me. The way my arms filled my sleeves more with muscle. I ran a hand over my biceps and wondered if my hands had grown a little, too. My chest certainly had; bearing in mind that I was more like a rake only yesterday, the appearance of pecs pressing against the fabric of my shirt was a thrill all of its own. This new feeling of being somewhat more than before extended to my legs and feet, and I spent some time observing the new shape of my muscles. That they were visible was something in itself.

Of course, there was one muscle which I spent some time inspecting after that. After a close analysis and several tests for accuracy purposes, I decided that my cock had indeed grown a good inch. In one night. And I just slept through it.

I'd let my legs go limp for a week for another inch!

Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night. Our flat seemed to have a habit of night time powers developing. Was mine a power, and Jennifer's a gift? With my reflection smirking at me, I knew mine was definitely a power.

Getting dressed to get breakfast was an event all in itself. The yellow shirt was a nice tightness, but I was taken aback at how it looked good, yet I was the one wearing it. It was surreal. I hadn't earned the body. After the shirt I pulled on my boxer shorts, and the snug feel was enough to have me getting hard again. I did my best to ignore it as I put my shorts on. They looked alright on me, they were baggy to begin with anyway. That was all I needed to go about the flat, though the tiles of the kitchen made my feet tingle. Like the time Andy had made a racket in the night, everyone was awake again. However, much to my disappointment the only person in the kitchen was Jennifer, looking at a bowl of sweets on the table. I figured we were going to save a lot of money on chocolate.

“Morning Nathan” She greeted me, offering me the bowl. I waved it away and went in search of something that wouldn't rot my teeth; she was the shop's worst nightmare, but Jennifer was probably the dentist's dream as well. “So...” She began, and from where I was leaned over the fridge I got the distinct impression she was looking at me. I don't have eyes in the back of my head, but I was certain she had hers planted firmly on my behind. That was when I realised that my shirt wasn't quite long enough, and I probably had my builder's bum going on. I straightened up abruptly, banging my head on the top of the fridge and swearing loudly.

“Are you okay?” Asked Jennifer, but she was laughing. “Oh, Nathan... can I call you Nathe? Kane does.”

I turned, rubbing my head, and just nodded. I never did get anything out of the fridge, instead taking her up on her offer of sweets. They looked like anything you could buy in a shop; the small cheap chewy ones in wrappers. There was a variety, and I could see the perks of having Jennifer around. Strangely enough, she didn't take one. “What about you?”

“It feels like I'm eating one of my unborn children.”

That was a conversation killer and a half.

Later on in the afternoon, I was tidying my room when I heard a screech from outside. Popping my head out the door, I saw Kane leaving Sophia's room in nothing but his skin. He didn't seem to have a choice, Sophia appeared to be handling him like a kitten. Out he went, and the door slammed in his face. On closer inspection, Kane appeared to have a number of cuts along his back and arms. Interesting. I didn't have Sophia down as one of those kinds of girls.

Kane didn't appear to be in any hurry to get his naked self out of the corridor. Corey popped his head out of his room, saw Kane and grinned before going back inside to his country music.

“Women.” Kane looked at me, his dark eyes scrutinising my clothes. “You look good.”

I shrugged. Kane looked good himself, and very relaxed to say he was in front of a gay guy. He was the hairy sort, with a flat matt of dark hair on his chest and the trail to his crotch which I liked. With the stubble and the stocky build he had, it took some strategic hands-in-pockets to hide my excitement.

“You're taller than me,” he observed. Then he went to his room, and didn't say a word about what happened with Sophia. The young woman herself never left her room, not that I saw, until Monday when she had lessons. The strangest thing was, she and Kane seemed fine after that. They probably created the explosions just because it was exciting to get worked up. Some people did that in relationships, though they never acted like a couple outside the bedroom.

Things carried on in that way for a while. The next big thing that happened was someone else getting their power. It wasn't as exciting as the other nights, though; it was mid afternoon, and when poor little Harry was walking to the bathroom he found himself stepping on air instead. Turns out, he can float. No, not fly; float. We all sat around that afternoon, those of us with powers, wondering what it would be like to be able to just float a foot off the floor. The ones in our corridor without any powers to speak of were strangely absent.

“Can you feel it yet?” Kyle asked. Corey seemed to know what Kyle was saying, but Jennifer and Andy looked puzzled. I probably did too, but I don't make a habit of looking at myself. Not until recently, anyway. Harry was still with the Headmaster. “The rating of each other's powers. The feel of 'shit, mine is pretty crap compared to so-and-so's.' You wish you had the power of an X-man, and it turns out you're just a blip of DNA gone wrong.”

None of us knew what to make of it. Andy looked a little red, and Jennifer had her chin lifted.

“Don't paint us with your brush, Kyle,” I said without thinking.

“Whoah, what are you trying to say?” Kyle leaned forwards against the table we were sat around, and Corey looked annoyed at me as well. Normally I'd just mumble and shrink back, but instead I just held my arms out in a slow shrug.

“Nathan has a point, Kyle. I quite like the fact that I can bribe people with unlimited sweets.” Jennifer was on my side on this; we shared one of those looks, and I knew it wasn't because I was an inch taller. Maybe that was an influence, but it wasn't the be all and end all. “Don't tell me how I should feel because I can't turn back time, or shit gold.” I could feel my eyes widen at those words coming from a pretty mouth like hers.

Kyle raised his hands and sat back.

“Don't talk to Kyle like that,” Corey said quietly. The kind of quiet which Jennifer would probably use before setting her boyfriend's cat on fire (friendly or not, it was just this vibe she gave). Yeah, I really had to watch my lock on my door for the next few days.

I told Kane about it a few days later, when it occurred to me that he might not know that our corridor rep was a bit unhinged. Saying that though, Kane had one of those rooms kitted out in nothing but plain black furniture, and the posters were obviously paintings of how society let him down time and time again. I didn't mind his room though, it made a change from mine.

“Sounds like Poodle Boy's jealous.” Kane shrugged and offered me a sweet. I shook my head, Jennifer had already given me an armful. I think that was how she wanted to be validated.

“Jealous of what?”

“Of you, jackass. You're getting hotter.”

“What? I'm getting taller, and not so skinny if that's what you mean.”

“Yeah, but you're more attractive too.” Kane didn't lean over and try to kiss me, or anything like that. I couldn't imagine him having any affection for anyone. Instead he leaned back on his bed and turned the music up a little. “Oh, Kyle's room is next to that wall. What a shame.” We both laughed and listened to his metal for a while – a welcome relief from country music. When I opened the door to go back to my own room, I was annoyed by the fact that I couldn't seem to move my left arm.

“Er. Kane... I have a case of the limp limb again...”

“Come on man, that's a bit personal.”

“Coming from the guy who I've seen naked? I mean my arm, you idiot.” I flopped it around a little, and Kane spent the next minute prodding it to see if it was true. He pinched it, and I didn't feel a thing. I wasn't so freaked out by this, not when I could still walk.

“You're a leftie as well, aren't you?”

I nodded, with a grin. “No lessons for me, unless it wears off.”

“Need any help getting undressed or feeding yourself, let us know yeah?” Kane said as he opened the door for me.

“Thanks mate,” I grinned on my way out. He gave off the most erratic signals. Safely back in my room, I locked the door and sorted my clothes out. It was the late afternoon, it wasn't as if I was going to do much other than read anyway. I spent the next hour or so reading one-handed, until with a startling spasm which had me jerking on the bed, my right arm turned numb as well.

“Oh, fuck.”

***

I felt like a bit of an idiot, trying to unlock my door with my teeth. I don't know if anyone else has ever tried to unlock a door with their teeth before, but it's pretty hard. The key wasn't co-operating. I didn't know what time it was, but it was dark and I just wanted to get outside so I could take a leak. The lack of ability in both arms was a disturbance, but if only I could open my door...

Corey could open doors. Turning to the wall adjoining his, I kicked at it with my bare foot. It didn't make a great deal of noise. “Corey!” I called. “Oi, Corey!” A few more thuds, but I didn't hear anything. He had to be asleep, at this time. I made to kick again, but my standing foot gave away and I was floored. The stars danced at me, and I blinked a few times before realising I couldn't feel my legs either.

I wish I could say I kept calm, but I couldn't feel my body at all. I could lift my neck, but what use was that? I was too panicked to even scream. Instead I lay there, breathing hard, wondering what was going to happen next. When I saw a tell-tale protrusion in my boxer shorts, I should have known.

The sensation on my limbs returned faster than it had left, but I still couldn't move. I realised every part of me was hot, too hot, and I was sweating enough for it to show on my shirt. My boner was pushing even harder against my boxers, so hard that it actually felt good. It seemed more sensitive than usual. I strained to touch it, but my arms remained motionless. They grew even hotter, and I thought I was going to combust. I almost did, until I realised that actually... I was growing. I was asleep last time. My pulse quickened, and every heartbeat saw my body getting thicker. The seams of my shirt were stretched as I grew, the material struggling to keep me contained. I could feel my neck as it thickened, and my arms shifted on the carpet as my shoulders broadened. Seeing my body growing right in front of me made me want to reach for my dick even more, especially as it was throbbing and lengthening as well. The force of it was lifting the band of my boxers, and it tingled and twitched at the combination of ecstasy and pain. Beyond there, I could feel my legs as they got thicker as well. My feet looked noticeably bigger too.

As the heat died and the growth stopped, the feeling in my limbs returned. My fingers twitched first, and then my toes. After a few minutes I could move again, and the first thing I ended up doing as I got to my feet was tearing my shirt off. The tear ran right down my back. Tugging it off, I had my tight boxers off straight afterwards. I was taller, I was more muscular, I was stoked. I gripped my shaft, and was even more ignited at how much thicker it felt, how it filled my grip. It was longer, even with my bigger hands I could tell. Of course, I couldn't neglect my balls. They were getting hefty as well.

That, I told myself as I pumped away, was what a power was all about.

It was another sleepless night as I got myself acquainted with my body. I measured my height, and I was just a half inch over 6ft tall. I tried on my snuggest clothes, the feel of the tight fabric over my chest sending me over the edge. I looked in the mirror at myself, running my fingers over my face. It looked similar to when I first arrived at the school, only... I tilted my head, the mess of blonde hair following. I think I looked a little older, and my eyes more... damn, it sounds so stupid, but they looked more intent. The clear, amber coloured gaze seemed to search me inside and out.

Hang on. My eyes were supposed to be grey! I leaned closer, as if it would make a difference. They were definitely a dark amber. Not like a wolf, but as if someone had made an attempt at golden brown and used far too much orange. I found myself gaping. What did it mean? I rolled my eyes around, as if the coating would come off and my pale grey eyes would return. The big guy, Geoff, hadn't mentioned it. Spasms, yeah. Changing eye colour? Umm, no. It didn't hurt, though it was definitely a by-product of what had just happened. I tried not to let it bother me, but my parents both had grey eyes. Was I being distanced from my parents in more than just one way now?

Maybe I really would get laser vision. I went to bed then, elated and worried at the same time. This dissonance was not healthy, and I took a while to get to sleep.

[wolfotehmoon]

Can't read this right now, but I just wanted to say I figured out what this story reminds me of. Anyone ever hear of the Charlie Bones novels? Anyway, Dem, like I said in the last chapter, loving this story, will leave an actual worthwhile comment later. :P

[philat99]

Your sense of comedy is refreshing in the variety of gifts/powers. I notice that with all the growth, Nathan forgot about going to relieve himself. Keep up the great story line.
Mike

[chocomus]

nice story. i wonder how the rest of the corridor will react to him

[nj.]

I (still) like your humour, and it's getting hot now too. Looking forward to more!