CREO Pt. 3

[reader14]

* Here you go! I hope you enjoy it! And thanks to everyone who's commented--I'm doing my best to comment more now as well. It's easy (hint, hint!), makes authors feel soooo good about themselves!



James opened the door of his H2 and stepped out into the school parking lot. It was the beginning of third hour, the last period before lunch?he had considered waiting a bit longer, fucking Andy and Mona and bit more, and just arriving for midday, but decided that walking late into class could be just as fun. The clothes he had put on this morning were ruined by the marathon breakfast-fuck he, Mona, and Andy had engaged in, and James was now dressed a bit more casually: a white undershirt stretched so tightly across his sculpted torso that it looked to be made of mesh, and a pair of red Abercrombie sweatshorts that were completely incapable of hiding the steel pipe that rested between his legs. The shorts were only pulled two thirds of the way up his ass (the elastic waistband was a bit too large for his impossibly tiny waist, even though it strained mightily over his incredible thighs and glutes), and his orange jockstrap was visible over the top. The first few inches of his velvety crack were exposed to the world, but for some reason, James didn't think anyone would mind. Aviator glasses and a white trucker had completed the look, making James appear as if he had rolled out of bed with a massive hangover and was heading to the store for aspirin, or perhaps a jog, instead of to school. Slamming the car door, he checked himself out in the mirror, grinning, and throwing his backpack over one shoulder.


James sauntered into the front doors and headed toward his third hour class?sophomore English. He didn't bother stopping by the front office on his way, figuring that the note he had had Andy write him (asking that his lateness be excused on account exhaustion from ?excessive physical exertion?) would be fine?and if not, well, he had the CREO app open and working in his pocket.


He opened the door to his classroom and stood in the doorway for a moment, an incredible mound of muscle and sex. Every eye immediately focused on him, and the teacher, an elderly woman named Mrs. Dalrymple, looked up irritatedly from her lesson plan.


?You are late, James?please take a seat and try not to disrupt us any further.? James swaggered into his too-small desk, tossing his excuse note to the Mrs. Dalrymple, who looked at it disbelievingly, in the process. He pulled out a notebook and looked around, flashing a grin at Danny, who smiled nervously back. It was amazing, he thought, how scrawny and tiny everyone else was in comparison to him?even Brandon Jackson, one of the sophomore jocks, looked like a twig in his presence.


The disruption James's entrance had caused subsided somewhat, and the class returned to normal. Mrs. Dalrymple droned on, and the students hurriedly continued scribbling down notes, sneaking glances at James every once in a while (which, he knew, was completely standard for every class he was in).



About halfway through the class, James felt bored. It had been almost an hour and a half since his last fucking, and his new body was so fresh, so young, so goddamned hot, that he felt the need to keep it in constant sexual motion. Fingering the phone in his pocket, his gaze wandered around the room before landing on Danny.



?Why shouldn't I reward the only one of these assholes to be my friend back when I was Jimmy?? he thought. ?Besides, I need to start somewhere....? With another of his cocky grins, James started reinventing his best friend. As an extra reward, though, he decided that Danny would be completely aware of what was happening, even though no one else would be?James would make sure that Danny grew slowly, and felt the intense pleasure of every thickening biceps, every pulsing vein, every shot of testosterone through his body.


Danny was small?not as small as Jimmy had been, but definitely not a big guy. He had an unruly orange afro and unfortunate freckles scattered across his face (and probably the rest of his body too, although James didn't know that). His clothes were far too large for him, and he looked a bit of a sad sack, sitting in his chair, friendless and bored, with a face almost like a rabbit's because of its massive overbite. Thick framed glasses completed the picture, and a dick that was little more than a formality.
The first thing to change was Danny's hair. The orange darkened until it was just a shade lighter than black, and slowly straightened, falling to rest around his head in a slightly unruly but stylish coif. A few tufts fell over his left eye. His face started subtly rearranging itself as his eyes darkened and his skin cleared?the unfortunate overbite and pug face became an incredible lantern jaw and aquiline nose, the lines and planes so sharp and clear that they seemed chiseled from marble. His eyes sunk deep into his brow, even as they gained a shining brown intensity that they had always lacked before. His teeth straightened into a clean white line, his wide chin gained a cleft, and his once non-existent lips plumped and widened, giving him an expressive mouth, perfect for kissing and giving blowjobs.
Danny could tell something was happening. He could feel his skin tightening as his jaw sharpened, realized that his teeth were now aligning. His hand went up to his face, searching and feeling, not recognizing the features that it felt, but entranced by them. He took a deep breath, trying to steady and cam himself.


As he inhaled, James willed his body to expand and grow, willed him to go from a tiny nerd to a hunky stud. Danny felt his clothes tightening as he breathed in, and moved his hands to the neckline of his t-shirt to see what was happening. He didn't understand it?his shirts had always been to big on him, and yet now, all of a sudden, this one was tight and small. He caught sight of his hands, which were changing too?small, pale, freckled claws were turning into massive palms with long, elegant, pale fingers, strong and ropy veins crisscrossing the surface.


Danny then noticed something similar happening to his forearms?they were thickening and hardening, pumping with veins and muscle. The skin started clearing, but stayed a relatively light shade?not a pale, translucent white, but not the hard, weathered tan of an athlete, either. At the same time, Danny realized that he was getting hard as all this happened, that some sort of incredible sexual pressure was building up all over his whole body, moving towards some inexorable, inevitable, highly erotic and heat-filled peak.


He moved his hand up to his biceps, marveling at the way the muscles in his forearms shifted and moved with every motion. With his next exhale, the biceps exploded from tiny, scrawny twigs into weapons of mass destruction, attached to shoulders that looked like they belonged in the lane at a bowling alley and not attached to a sixteen-year-old. Dany's shirt ripped into several pieces, falling apart at the arms and chest, the cheap stitching unable to handle the incredible width of either his shoulders or his biceps. He straightened and bent his arms, staring at the massive, twenty-inch guns that seemed to almost defy the laws of physics, and reveling in the beautiful, horseshoe triceps that popped out when he straightened them.



All the while, Danny's cock got harder and harder. He reached a hand down to feel it, and was surprised to realize that it felt much bigger than normal-and that it was still growing. That strange sexual heat continued to fill his body and his mind, and he slowly started gyrating his hips, the building pleasure moving past the most intense orgasm his puny body had previously been able to handle.



As he began to gyrate, he took a deep breath in, and felt his chest expand. A back and set of pecs worthy of his bowling ball shoulders slowly pushed them apart, his lats widening into an impossible V, and his pecs growing out steadily from his chest. His nipples became the size of silver dollars, and were a deep brown on his marble skin. When Danny exhaled, the crevice between them deepened, and his abs popped into sharp relief?all ten of them, chiseled and hard and just waiting for a thirsty tongue to run over them. His waist, of course, stayed impossibly small.



James was enjoying watching Danny's transformation, and gaining great pleasure from the erotic expressions that continually crossed Danny's face. He especially loved the absentminded way that Danny's massive hands were rubbing his cock through his clothes, hardly noticing how large it was becoming. James's hands moved to his own incredible tool, caressing it through the thin material of his jock and shorts. He licked his lips in anticipation, envisioning the incredible specimen that Danny would soon become. All the while, the English class continued on as normal, only Danny and James aware of the incredibly erotic scene happening right in its midst.


Danny's legs slowly began to fill up with muscle. As his ass went from skin and bones to a watermelon-sized shelf that could crush a man's finger between its muscular cheeks, he felt himself shifting in his seat. He was incredibly uncomfortable, but hardly noticed it?every second felt like a climax now, each one better than the last, and each one leading to a better one. His pants quickly ripped apart, and the hand that was fingering his cock pulled the remains away, along with the tighty-whities that hardly existed anymore (and were, needless to say, dripping with precum).
Danny saw his legs become tree trunks, watched as his thighs swelled to proportions larger than some men's waists (including his own, which wasn't hard, given that it was only 28 inches). The unblemished white skin made each cut and striation of his quadriceps stand out, and Danny straightened his leg in his chair, marveling at the unbelievable definition. His calves soon followed, expanding to twenty inches as well?the same size as his neck and biceps, a perfect image of muscular symmetry. His feet, of course, had to increase in size to support the more-than-double amount of man above them.


Danny continued stroking his cock, finally turning all his attention to it. Even underneath the top of his desk, he could tell that it was more than twice as long as before?his piddly four-incher seemed to have almost tripled in length and girth, putting him in at just a shade under a footlong. It was uncut, and beautiful, the same beautiful pale shade as the rest of his body. With the hand that wasn't dutifully pumping, he felt his balls?they had come from peanuts to eggs to oranges, held in by a sack that was dusted with dark, silky hair. As Danny felt the hair, a bit more grew on his body, to fill it in?a treasure trail, a light layer on his chest, and a shadow of stubble across his stony jaw.


Danny looked around in wonder, even as he stilled pulled at his beautiful cock. How was no one else noticing this? The class, however, continued on with their work, and Mrs. Dalrymple droned on. The scraps of clothing around Danny's desk started to reattach themselves to his body, forming a new wardrobe at James's beckoning. Soon, Danny was wearing a tight button up shirt (with the top three buttons undone, on account of his obscenely wide chest). A form-fitting sweater of soft green wool fitted itself over the shirt, giving Danny a bit more of an erudite, cultured look?and soon, his legs were covered a pair of tight gray jeans. Black Armani Exchange shoes covered his feet?not quite dress shoes, but certainly nicer than sneakers. As an afterthought, James had him wear a pair of thick-framed glasses as well. In all, he looked so much like Clark Kent, it was almost scary.


Danny felt the clothes cover him, and felt that he had been cheated out of his orgasm. His tool was still long and hard (and mostly visible through his jeans), and the sexual pressure in his body hadn't let up at all. Soon, the class started noticing him again, but as had happened with James, they acted as if he had always been this way (because, according to CREO, he had). Danny raised his hand.


?Ah, Danny! Perhaps you can tell us who Faulkner is representing with Benjy from The Sound and the Fury and Joe Christmas from Light in August.? Mrs. Dalrymple looked gleefully at Danny. This was one of her favorite games?asking students a difficult question when she knew all they wanted was to use the restroom. If they were wrong, they didn't get to.
Fortunately, James had made Danny about ten times smarter than he was before?but less of a jock than James was. ?It's Jesus, Mrs. Dalrymple?and may I be excused for a moment??


Looking impressed in spite of herself, Mrs. Dalrymple waved him out of the room. The eyes of the whole class followed his massive package and sexy, sensuous ass as they hurried into the hallway.


James stood up. ?I need to go, too.? He started moving toward the door.
?James! You haven't asked! Sit down immediately!?


?Yeah?you'll deal,? he said arrogantly, as he bounded out of the doorway and into the hall, leaving his books and backpack behind.


James caught up to Danny just outside the bathroom. He called out his name, and Danny turned around.


?Jimmy! What the hell happened to us? I saw you walk in, and somehow knew it was you, but you're totally different! And now I'm totally different! What's going on??


James stared at Danny with his crystalline blue-green eyes, then pushed him inside the restroom and pressed him against the wall. Within a second, the two were kissing?the hunky, sloppy uber-jock and the sexy, composed, studly intellectual.



James broke the kiss for a breath. ?Us. We're going on, and getting what we deserve. And I'm not Jimmy anymore?I'm James. And you're not Danny. You're Dane.? Dane looked at him for a moment with his shining dark eyes, and lunged forward again, covering James's mouth with his.
The two teens made out in the bathroom, rubbing their bodies against each other. Danny?no, Dane?could feel James's cock pressing against his through the layers of their clothes, and the thought of it drove him wild. The incredible heat was building up all over his body, centered on his balls and cock. If he didn't get off soon, he didn't know what he'd do.
He ran his hands under James's t-shirt, feeling the hardness of his abs and the smoothness of his skin. Slowly, he lifted it up, and broke the kiss to help James remove it completely from his body. Next, he slowly pushed James's shorts?already riding low because of the incredible size of his ass?off his legs, watching them fall to the ground around his shoes. James stood in front of him in his bright orange football-issue jockstrap, the front already wet from his precum, looking for all the world like there was a cup underneath it, he was stuffed in so tightly.


James began undressing Dane as well as Dane played with his body. His tongue flicked across his nipples as James pulled off his pants, and Dane ground his cock against James's as his sweater and shirt came off. The glasses stayed on, making him look like an infinitely sexier Clark Kent about to jump into bed with some hot piece. They were both standing in their underwear, looking for all the world as if they had stepped out of the pages of an underwear catalogue for muscular men. Or...something. The two kissed again, falling against the outside of the stalls, almost crushing them with their combined weight.


?FUCK, I need to get off!? panted Dane.



?You and me both,? said James, playfully biting Dane's nipple.
With a groan, Dane pulled his briefs down, exposing his brilliant dick to the air. All eleven-and-three-quarters uncut inches pushed skyward, and James, unable to take his eyes off it, leaned forward and immediately started sucking on it.


?Ungh, that's right, worship this fucking cock! You know it deserves it,? Dane heard himself saying. It was strange?he'd never have said that before, but now, something about the muscles, about the cock, about James, made him more willing to talk like that. Dane ran his hands all over his beautiful new body as James sucked him off, tweaking his nipples as he passed them, every once in a while shoving one of his elegant fingers up his granite asshole. He groaned louder as the minutes passed by. The tension grew more and more pleasurable, and harder and harder to bear. James was a fucking amazing cocksucker?his soft lips and strong tongue the perfect combination for Dane's muscular, massive rod.


When he felt himself on the edge of orgasm, Dane pulled James off him. ?Dude, I'm gonna blow,? he said. James smiled, and sat back on the hard restroom floor. He lifted his legs up over his head, exposing his tight, hard asshole, left bare by the straps of his jock.



?Then blow it in here, fucker.?


Dane didn't need to be asked twice. Without even thinking about it, he shoved his massive tool into James's asshole, reveling in the contrast between the soft, velvety interior, and the rock-like muscles surrounding it. James moaned as he went in, gripping his own cock through the front of his jockstrap.


Dane began to pump, and James continued to moan, getting louder and louder. The bell to signal lunch rang, and the halls filled with people. Students would be coming into the bathroom before lunch soon, but neither James nor Dane cared?the only thing that mattered was this incredible fuck, and their hot, hard, muscled teenage bodies.


Dane continued thrusting in, out, in, out. James reached his long arms around to grab his ass, to force him in even harder and farther. The sexual heat that had been building up in Dane's body came to a peak, and with a groan that slowly turned into a roar, he came, bucking his hips wildly as spurt after spurt of cum came out of his cock and filled James's ass. James clenched his rock-hard glutes around Dane's fuckpole, milking every last drop of cum out of it.


The orgasm lasted for longer than any other Dane had ever experienced?first one minute went by, then two, and he was still bucking. The cum started dribbling out of James's ass onto the floor, and James pulled the front of his jock down as with Dane still inside him, stroking and rubbing himself all the while.


As Dane finally shot himself dry, James let his own massive tool show itself. Dane pulled out of James's tight asshole, and before he could wipe himself dry, James had their positions reversed with a cocky grin. When he saw the puzzled look on Dane's face, James grinned his cocky grin and said, ?Come on. You didn't think I'd let you top without showing you who's actually boss, did you??



With that, he plunged into Dane, burying all twelve inches of himself deep within his body. Even though he had just cum with the orgasm of his life, and even though he thought his cock would never be the same again, Dane was hard and erect within seconds, groaning with pleasure as James invaded his tight, silky asshole. He let his fingers explore James's body again, marveling at the deepness of the crevice between the abdominals, the rigidness of the intercostals, and the way his veins pulsed as they delivered more and more blood to his massive, pleasure-giving tool.


The door to the bathroom opened more than once; neither James nor Dane cared (although both noticed). Most students saw what was going on, and left immediately, their little dicks hard and their cheeks bright red. Some, on the football or baseball teams, saw that it was James having a little fun, and debated sticking around to watch, or maybe even getting involved. When they saw the way the two were fucking, though, hot and raunchy and lustful, and with eyes only for each other, they decided to move on to lunch. It was just noon, besides?surely James or Dane would pick one of them to fuck later on.


After another fifteen minutes of pumping, kissing, and caressing, James was ready.



?You fucking ready, Dane? It's gonna blow!?


?Fucking do it already! I'll blow again, too!?


The two orgasmed at the same time, yelling so loudly and manfully that the ground seemed to shake. Dane's ass filled with hot white cream, and his own cock spurted high into the air, covering the floor and stalls around them. The joint orgasm lasted another few minutes, with the pleasure increasing until the teen studs were nothing but humping orgasms in an ocean of sexual pleasure.



When the waves of intensity finally subsided, James withdrew himself from Dane.


?Fuck, I thought my first one was good?but that was out of control,? Dane panted.


James smiled, and covered Dane's mouth with a kiss. ?More where that came from, stud.?


The two pulled on their clothes and headed off to lunch, the barely-clothed meathead jock and the handsome, buffed out intellectual. Their hands had trouble staying off each other as they strolled into the lunchroom. James tapped the phone in his pocket, smiling as he scanned the cafeteria.

[bobman]

I am absolutely loving this series so far. Great descriptions, hot action, and fantastic concept. I'm glad that it's open ended and you'll be able to create, out of whole cloth, new chapters that aren't significantly burdened by previous chapters timelines.

[Otaru_grower]

Just discovered this story...I like that he's bisexual and making reality bend. It's very "Hunteresque".

[philat99]

Very intriguing premise. Keep up the great writing.

[nicotico]

Truly amazing series! Bumping it because it deserves continuation!

[reader14]

Hey nicotico,

Thanks so much for bumping this. Creo is neither lost nor forgotten--I have about half of another chapter written, but it's slow going. Hopefully I'll get back to it once the semester ends.