Jelly

[dend]

Sweat trickled down the back of his neck. 2 o'clock on one of the hottest days of the year and Russ was stuck in class. He was a sophomore, lanky at 6'3". with thick blond hair that was scorched still paler by the Florida sun.

He rubbed his toes against the straps of his flip-flops, kicking them off and slipping them on again under the table. He'd long since lost track of what the professor was talking about. All he could think of was the feeling of diving into the aquamarine pool after class, out of his clothes and wearing nothing but his speedo. He was proud of his body, lean and toned. He never had to shave his legs when he competed in swimming competitions--his whole body was silky smooth, with only the tiniest golden hairs dusting the line from his navel to his cock. The girls he brought back to his dorm room always complimented him on how soft his skin was, and would run their fingers up and down the well-defined line between the muscles of his back or play with his nipples: he was so tan that these were hardly darker than the rest of his chest.

As Russ's mind wandered toward his most recent experience with a girl, his cock stirred. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his cell phone to check the time: 11 minutes to go in class. He shifted his body, propping on leg up on the other beneath the desk. With nothing underneath his mesh shorts, he knew his cock would be quite visible when he eventually would stand. The stuffy classroom made him even more aware of his own body heat, and the sweat that was running down beneath his tank top and under the elastic waistband of his shorts. His cock stiffened still further, growing to its full 7 inches.

"Russ," said the professor, "can you answer my question?"

"Um . . ." Russ had been too zoned out to hear what Professor Brown had said. His professor frowned beneath his beard. After dithering for a moment, Russ shrugged and grinned.

"Stay after class for a moment, please." Russ's grin fell, but it was only a few minutes later that the rest of the class had filed out the door and Russ was left seated alone in the room. The door was open, at least, and the breeze felt good. It didn't help his cock settle though: it was still stiff as a pole.

"Come up here, please," said Professor Brown. Russ slipped on his flip flops again, and got up out of his chair sideways, facing the back of the room as he surreptitiously tried to tuck his cock behind his elastic waistband. His cut pink head stuck out, but he covered it with his tank top before turning back around and going to the front of the class.

Professor Brown looked at him for a moment. "Distracted, Russ?"

Russ shrugged. "Yeah, sorry. It's a hot day."

"Hmm. Russ, you've seemed pretty distracted in my classes before."

"Yeah, well, I can't wait to be old enough to not be in classes anymore," Russ blurted, and then instantly regretted it. Professor Brown's frown deepened. Russ flushed, and stammered, "Sorry, sorry. Your class is fine. It's just the end of the week is all."

"I remember what it's like to be 19," said Professor Brown, and Russ was startled that his response was so understanding. "Don't worry: you'll grow up pretty quick when you're ready."

Russ turned to leave, hoisting his gym bag over his shoulder. Just as he did, the strap gave way and a few things spilled onto the floor. To Russ's surprise, Professor Brown bent to gather some of them up and replaced them in his bag. "I'll see you soon Russ," he said, before heading out of the classroom himself.

Outside in the hot afternoon sunlight, Russ began jogging. Swimming was going to be fantastic. As he jogged though, he could still feel his cock rubbing against his short's elastic. He paused, considering: his roommate wouldn't be back for a few hours. Maybe he could rub one out before heading back to the pool.

Mind made up, he turned in at the gate to the dorms, and headed up to the third floor where he shared a room with another sophomore, Phil. The room was dark, and smelled strongly of Phil's lacrosse equipment, but Russ didn't care that much. All he could think of right now was getting off.

Inside with the door shut, he dumped his back on the floor. A small bottle rolled out of the side pocket. "Funny," thought Russ, "I don't remember that before." He picked it up, and turned it over: a white bottle, no label. Shaking it, it made no noise, but felt like it had something inside. Popping the lid, he saw it had a small hole like a shampoo or lotion bottle. Sure enough, a white cream came out in his hand when he gave it a squeeze. It even felt kind of warm in his hand. "Huh . . . this is perfect!" Russ thought, and stuck his hand down his pants.

The white jelly felt even warmer when he grasped his cock. Rubbing up and down, it almost seemed to heat up. He stroked further down, cupping his hairless balls and squeezing them before continuing up his shaft again. With the door shut and the blinds down, the dorm room was dark, and the high temperature still made the room feel like a sauna. Russ pulled his shorts down below his balls as he jacked off, using his other hand to explore up under his shirt like girls did to him, and he to them. His cock felt even bigger today than normal.

Actually, thought Russ, his cock really did feel bigger. He was used to touching his thumb and forefinger around the shaft as he worked it up and down. Girls always said how big he was, but he knew that really he was just big enough to be appealing but still a good size to make girls feel safe when he wanted to fuck them.Now though, his finger and thumb weren't touching. He glanced down, but couldn't see that well in the dim light. Squeezing harder, his fingers still didn't connect, but the wave of pleasure from squeezing with the jelly made him gasp. Whatever he was doing felt awesome.

Then he noticed something else. He still had his flip flops on, but suddenly he could feel the straps digging into the tops of his feet. He tried to kick them off, but they seemed stuck, like they were too small. This was weird. He kicked again, but still the straps bit into the tops of his feet. Now it was time to get a proper look.

Opening the blinds, orange afternoon sunlight flooded the room. Russ was standing by the window now, and in front of the mirror on the closet he and Phil shared. Looking down, he was in for a surprise.

"Holy shit." His feet looked huge. Normally a size 11, with slender toes and soles that were used to walking on the hot cement beside pools, his feet were now much longer and wider. He leaned down closer, and swore again: little black hairs had popped out on the tops of each toe, and in the center of the top of his foot. The straps of his flip flops were still tightly around the front of his foot, but as he stood up again, he felt his heels touch the rough carpet of his dorm room floor. What was going on? His feet must be a size 14 at least. He twitched his toes, and he could swear they lengthened even more just as he watched.

All this time, he hadn't taken his hand off his engorged cock. He took it away now, wiping sweat from his forehead, but instantly felt the waves of excitement begin to diminish. "Was this usually how he felt when he wasn't jerking off? Why would he ever want to stop?" he thought. "Maybe my flip flops shrunk or something." He knew that was a stupid idea, but so was the idea that his feet had just grown in the past five minutes. Either way, he knew one thing: he needed to get off, bad. Placing his jellied hand back on his cock was an instant relief, and his head began spinning again as he worked it up and down his shaft.

He didn't stop the next time he noticed something changing. In the mirror, he could see his slim tan body, covered by the shorts around his knees and the old tank top but bare in the middle where his cock stuck straight out. Suddenly he felt a warmth in his calves, like someone was pressing giant hot water bottles against them. As he watched, his calves began thickening, expanding outward at the bottom and then puffing up at the top just below where his shorts were covering his legs. As they did, he began to see the individual hairs growing longer, and darker. His skin itself became paler underneath the gathering dark hair, and soon the hair covered all of the backs of his legs and grew down to join the hair on his feet. His cock was all he could really think about though, as each step of the changes taking place before his eyes sent bursts of pleasure from his balls to his now dripping cockhead.

His thighs were next, and changed more quickly than his lower legs. Russ felt the elastic stretch as his thighs rapidly gained mass. He had to spread his legs wider to accomodate the weight he was putting on in his inner thighs, and angled his huge feet to each side so his balls wouldn't get pressed in by his thighs. Black hair dusted the front of his legs now, and as he moved his legs, he could feel the tickle of hairs sprouting in the space between his balls and his ass where his legs came together.

Gripping hard, his fingers clenched together again: his hands were now much larger and stronger than before, his fingers thick and the backs of them sprinkled with black hair like his toes. His cock lengthened, now 9 inches, now 10, and slowly spread his fingers apart until his thumb and forefinger once again could not touch. Simultaneously fascinated and beginning to have inklings that his whole body was going to change like this, Russ looked down as his chest but kept pumping away at his cock while his treasure trail thickened across his abs and his sparse pubic hair bloomed into a black thicket. His chest became paler and paler, but more and more hairy as if the spreading chest hair was sapping his body of it's tan. His nipples now stuck out darkly, but soon were barely visible beneath the carpet of hair that spread across his chest and puffed out from beneath his arms. His cock-pumping was reaching a fever pitch as his shoulders bulged and he could feel his biceps and forearms hat up and expand.

His upper lip began to tickle, and as his neck thickened he also felt the prickle of stubble spring up all the way down to his Adam's apple. He could feel each drop of sweat on his forehead, and glancing up in the mirror, realized with a shock that he could see more of his forehead than he ever had before: his blond hair had not only darkened, but also receded at the temples!

The man in the mirror was a very different Russ than he was used to. As he surveyed the hirsute body of the new Russ, he realized he no longer looked remotely nineteen: more like his late twenties, or even early thirties. His beard blended perfectly with his hairy chest, and his massive hands and feet gave away the size of his donkey dick. With grunt and moan, he wildly pumped his cock over the edge: as he felt his cum boil in his balls, he felt his weight adjusting forward to accomodate both his muscled ass and the small beer gut that had appeared above his pubes. Sweat ran down his back and through the thick hair that spread out between the cheeks of his ass.

With one last stroke backward, he felt a sensation unlike any other: his cock head had never felt so good, so encased in warmth. Looking away from the mirror, he saw that the skin of his cock had stretched still further, and that it clung slickly to the top of his cock, rubbing it and producing a feeling better than he had ever experienced with a cut cock. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by his own body, the hair, the muscle, the dank sweat and the starchy precum mixing with the jelly in his hand.

He could feel he was about to shoot, and stepped closer to the mirror, ready to send gobs of his jizz splattering against it.

Without warning, the door opened. "I see you found the jelly," said Professor Brown. "Feeling more grown up now?"

[Londonboy]

Very, very nice. Thank you for a great story.

[cutlerfan]

Great story! Would have said hot but the jelly was hot and the beach was hot! Loved the age progression! I hope you write a sequel about their new relationship!

[funboy]

Very cool, sweet ending - but for a chapter, not the final I hope.