Common Rules of Decency
Common Rules of Decency Written by grrside
Young people today do not have any sort of decency, that's for sure. When you're a professor teaching at a public university like me you are proven right about that every single day. The latest example of this happened just earlier this morning. I had just entered my classroom and while sorting out the notes on my desk and giving the good morning to my sleepy-eyed students I noticed something peculiar about the face of one of them, specifically one sitting on the last row. Cursing my eyesight, I took out an old pair of glasses from my satchel and put them on. I wasn't wrong about his face being peculiar, there weren't any eyes on it, and his smile was too...vertical. "Jeremy Jackson, if you please, keep your pants on while we're in class", I told the student mooning me. That's when the sleepy-eyed students turned on their backs and meet their eyes with the exposed buttocks. What obviously followed were lots of laughter. And some of them even filmed the scene with their phone cameras, not knowing whatever to point them at the buttocks or at my red face. I cleared my throat. "Jeremy Jackson!..." *FART*
I decided that Jeremy was to be immediately expelled for two weeks. But the worst part wasn't the mooning itself, some of the students had uploaded the scene into the internet, and now my inability to control the situation was damaging the reputation of the university. At the following faculty meeting, I proposed to forbid the use of mobile phones not just inside the classrooms, but for any student anywhere on the campus during class hours. The word was spread, and I could tell most of the students weren't happy with my proposal. They protested, saying I was going too far. I didn't care, most of the students just used them to play dumb games and endless chatting. Seriously, if I hear the WhatsApp "whistle" noise thingy one more time I'll go insane! And of course, their video cameras. The recordings of practical jokes on teachers and of bullying of other students just served to promote these violent actions even more. I'm sure the prohibition would reduce these infractions. I was in deep thought on this while sitting on the desk on my private office, when an email notification came up on my computer screen. I put my cup of coffee aside, and checked it out. It was an email from someone nicknamed Dragonhead. I wasn't surprised by the supposedly "cool" nickname, but the email wasn't directed to my email account from the university's private server, but my personal one. How did he or she got it? Was my computer hacked again? Those nerds... The email said:
"this is DRAGionheed , lader of the DRAGON CLAN!1!!!1 YUR WAYS Of taking the freedom away will be punish.,,d...,- WE DESERVE nothing BUTT lbration! Sent from my iMac."
...Okay, so this "leader from the dragon clan" was clearly pissed. By the mention of a "clan" and the dyslexic-like typing skills I could only guess this was one of those MMORPG-players who had lost contact with reality. As I already knew, technology sure was corrupting the youth's impressionable minds. This email only made me stronger in my resolve to forbid the mobile phones, so you, Mr. Dragonhead, will go directly into my spam box. As I took hold of my cup of coffee again, my little calendar widget reminded me that I had a private tutoring session with one of my students this afternoon...
The traffic was horrible, when I arrived at the student's house it was almost night-time. As I was parking my car in front of it I was thinking that maybe we should just postpone the tutoring session for another day. But now that I'm here maybe I should at least meet with his parents personally. It was his parents who solicited the tutoring session over the telephone as he was not doing so well on his grades. I started doing private tutoring sessions a few months ago, as I had nothing to do on my afternoons anyway...and the extra money always comes in handy. I checked myself on the rearview mirror. My 36-year-old, balding, unshaved face stared back at me. I straightened my tie, it complemented my beige suit nicely, although my ample belly stretched it out a bit. I got out of the car and walked to the front door. *Ding, Dong* ... *Bzzt* The door was unlocked remotely and I got in. I could hear some of that horrible "dubstep" noisy thing coming out from the living room. Among the dreadful noise I could pick up some chatter and laughing. Were there more guests? When I went into the living room, there were about seven or eight youngsters there. Apparently, the conversation they were engaged in was so fascinating that they did not even bother acknowledging me. The table was full of empty beer bottles and by the smell of some of the guests it wasn't hard to guess who were the culprits. A large high-definition television set was on, showing one of those obscure channels that only broadcasts music videos from twenty years ago, but the "dubstep" coming from the hi-fi speakers muffled the songs from the musicians with fancy haircuts on the TV. I spotted the student I was supposed to be giving tutoring sessions to collapsed on one of the comfy chairs. "Err...I'm Samuel Cox, your tutor, I take it you didn't remember we had our first tutoring session today?" "Whaaa....", he didn't seem to be sober enough to answer coherently. "Did your parents even told you about me?" He just stared into space with his mouth open. "Nevermind, I'll just come back some other day you're not throwing out a party. Don't forget to clean up the mess before your parents come back", I knew he hadn't understood a single word of what I had just said. Well, I better leave, as I stick out like a sore thumb in here, but at least I now knew the reason of my student's low grades. As I was turning around to leave, I noticed a youngster wearing a hoodie and cap reclined on the wall with his arms crossed, he had a serious expression on his face, like he wasn't enjoying the party at all. He looked at me for a split second, like confirming I was there, but he didn't say anything. I just shrugged and walked out into the hallway. But then the front door was busted open by two men who looked like jocks, what with their sleeveless shirts showing off their muscles. "I'm here with the main course! Right from China! Make way!", he said while he pulled inside a trolley containing a wooden box on it. I stepped aside as they pulled the trolley into the living room, and the party guests started cheering, like they had been waiting for far too long to see the wooden box. But what was inside? If they got so excited, could it be something like drugs or some other illegal goods? I watched from the hallway, just to make sure they weren't getting in any trouble. But when they opened the box just a modern-looking piece of technology was inside. Maybe a tech geek would have been fascinated by it, but to me, it just looked like a heavy box with some controls and an oversized antenna on top of it. "Oh...My...God! "It really is a genuine molecular compressor!" The jock who had brought the device stood proudly and say "So...Who wants to try it first?" Everybody got excited, pleading for the chance to try it first. The jock frowned, and waved his finger in a "no-no" motion. "I have to make the gentle reminder that FUCK YOU, I'm the one who carried this thing all the way so I'm first." Some of the guests were disappointed, but there were no repercussions as they were excited in seeing that thing in action anyway. The other jock walked to the machine's controls and asked, "Well, which are you going to try first?" "Isn't it obvious?" He replied with a wink. The other guests laughed. The jock started removing his sleeveless shirt among whistles and catcalls. That was the moment I realized I should leave, as I was not going to just stand there watching an indecent strip show. But when I turned I bumped into a girl. "Excuse me, Miss..." "It's nothing", she said. She didn't look nearly as drunk as the others, but when her eyes met mine, her expression changed. "Hey, are you not that crazy-ass teacher who wants to prohibit phones at our campus?". Some of the other guests overheard this, and were not happy. "And now you want to crash the parties on our own houses too?", another one said. "It's not like that, you can anything you want in your own houses, I..." The now-shirtless jock approached me. I gulped, he was much bigger than me. I gave a few steps back. "It's because people like him that Japanese games and anime get censored when they get localized in this country!", one of the nerdier-looking guests said. "Ani-what?", I said astonished. I gave a few more steps back. "Look, this is all a misunderstanding...I just came here at the wrong time...And the phones thing, it's all the fault of the indecent stuff you made..." They made a shocked expression as I said that last bit. "Well...It's true, it's all those videos you upload to the internet. They were damaging the reputation of the university. Nobody wants to enroll their children in an university where everybody shows their private parts like...Ugh!". I had stepped back so much, my butt bumped into the machine. So that's why they were shocked, I thought for a second my excuse was working. The machine fell to the floor, a button on the back being pushed. As I turned to the loud crash I just heard, the antenna was pointing straight at my crotch. I remember a flash, then darkness and then I fell into what seemed to be a bottomless pit until I landed on something soft. "Help!", I cried out. It was dark, I tried to move around, but darkness seemed to constrict my movements. Eventually, I saw a light far away, I headed to it although it was hard to walk in the tight space so I had to practically crawl towards it. The guests were stupefied, they just had seen me vanish into my own clothes. Something seemed to hopelessly wriggle inside of them, trying to escape. Then, from the shirt's collar, they saw the tip of my penis poking out. I never had been very confident about my penis. It was uncircumcised and my foreskin was too long, making the impression that my shaft was small (and it was), and looked wrinkled most of the time. My testicles were a bit on the large side, but that just made the rest of my package's size more evident, and were covered with unruly black pubic hair. My penis got out from its hiding place. There wasn't anything else attached to it. My penis was the only thing that remained of my body. "What...happened to me? Why are you all so big?", my voice said coming through my pee hole.
I've had nightmares where I'm teaching my students and suddenly realized I wasn't wearing any clothes more than once. I felt something similar right now, with all these young people pointing and laughing at me, remarking how pathetic I looked. For some reason, I had slipped out from my own clothes, I felt cold, naked, and small. I wanted to get back into my clothes, but they felt too big. "Look at the little guy, he's trying to hide!" As I entered my shirt collar I was engulfed again by darkness, but it made me feel safe, at least psychologically. "Oh...Don't be shy..." I was still wondering how could I possibly had shrunk when I felt my warm and comfortable hiding spot being uncarelessly manipulated. "Damn, where did he go?" Giant hands felt my clothes, searching for me. I was afraid I would get squashed between them. Then I felt everything being lifted up and unmercilessly shaken. "Aagghh! Stop that!", I cried out. "He's right, what if he pukes?", said another one of the guests. Everybody laughed at that remark, but I didn't know what was so amusing about that. I was flying around in the darkness until I finally flew out of my shirt and into the air. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!", I cried, expecting the crushy end of my life. Thankfully, one of the guests catched me mid-air. I felt small in his hands, but even in my surrealistic situation I managed to look into his eyes and thank him for saving me. This seemed to both shock him and repulse him. He hastily tossed me into to the shirtless jock's hands, like he had just picked up his dog's poo and the less he touched me and smelled me the better. Everybody got closer in morbid curiosity. I was so embarrassed I had the sensation I was even smaller now. The jock grabbed me by my bottom, and I hang upside down, exposed to everybody. He wiggled me around in mockery and that's when I could catch myself in my mirror. At first I saw the jock wiggling a very inappropriate sex toy, some rubber cock and balls, but I noticed the cock was flaccid and not very big so I thought it was more of a joke item, rather than a sex toy. Then I noticed it looked exactly like my own package, complete with the wrinkled foreskin and big hairy balls, until I finally realised those cock and balls were me. I felt sick in my stomach. I supposed I still had one, just that it was compressed on a molecular level...or something. Take note that I'm a literature teacher, atoms and particles aren't in my line of work. "Okay, haha...Now that we all had a good laugh, how about you let me down and turn me back...please?", I said pleadingly. It was hard talking through my pee hole, my foreskin obstaculizing the way. But apparently they wanted to immortalize the moment first. The flashes on their phone cameras enveloped me, the jock posing as if he just had just fished the biggest catch of the day. I hoped the photos of my indecent body wouldn't end up on the internet. But I wouldn't be the "biggest" catch for much longer, as the shirtless jock returned to his original plan and told the other jock to get the machine ready again. He dropped me on the floor, next to his sneakers. I hoped he wouldn't step on me by accident. He took off his pants and footwear, standing in front of the machine in just his boxers. He grabbed the waistband of them as he said: "Ready to see what a REAL cock looks like?" Among cheers and catcalls, the machine was once again activated. As he lowered his boxers, he was enveloped in a bright *FLASH!* and a long piece of meat landed gracefully on its own underwear. I'm embarrassed to admit that he looked much more impressive than me, even when soft. Even his slightly trimmed pubes didn't look as unruly and messy as mines. His foreskin started massaging his body, up and down, rhythmically. Oh my god, I was watching one of my students masturbate in front of me! When he was of an even more considerable size he stopped this inappropriate act, and he just stood there, erect and proud. I'm sure that more than one person would kill for such perfect sex toy, a great specimen of human manhood, I would say...Don't get any crazy ideas about my sexuality, I'm just describing the hard facts as they happened! (And don't laugh at *hard* facts, I didn't say it in that sense!) I admit that I began to taste drool oozing out of my glans, which began to peek out from my foreskin a little bit (as a nervous reflex, nothing more!), but everybody was occupied looking at the more virile cock, so thankfully nobody noticed this. The longer dick began stretching and posing like a bodybuilder showing off his goods. The girls were thrilled, but some of the guys got a little pissed at his cockyness (sorry!). The jock who had operated the machine in particular, said: "Nah, I can get bigger than that". "It's a bet, then!", answered the cock. The jock blushed. Sure, he wanted to prove him wrong, but expose his most private part to all these people? "I won't be technically showing them my crotch, I just have to think of it as flexing off my whole body", he thought to himself. I was getting tired of this, is everyone here a pervert or what? I hoped that at least one of the guests didn't want to be transformed, or else there won't be anybody to operate the machine and turn me back! As the machine got prepared again, he removed his shirt, exposing a hairier chest than the other jock's, his shoes and socks, but when he was about to remove his shorts, he remembered something terrifying. "Shit, why did I have to put on these bright-coloured, tight briefs today?!" "What's the matter, having second thoughts, Arnold? If you admit to be a smaller cock than me, you won't have to be one", said the cock mockingly. "Of course not. I'm not a coward!" Saying that, he removed his pants in a quick motion. His briefs were at least two sizes too small, from my position I could see his hairy buttchecks protruding from them. "I'm ready. Get ready to lose!" A button was pressed on the machine, the antenna aiming to the jock's crotch. "Hey! Nice bubble butt!" a joker said, and slapped it. "You faggot asshole!" The almost naked jock said as he turned and punched him right on his nose. *FLASH!*
Damn! The ray had impacted him right on his buttocks! It stung like hell, but the transformation was a success. He felt big, fat and hairy, two big round pieces of meat on each side of him. "Impressive, huh?" He said through his hole with pride. Talking through a hole was weird, his breath stunk, and there was curly hair all around his "mouth", like if he hadn't shaved in weeks. "I gotta admit you look pretty fuckable, Arnold!", said the cock. Laughter filled the room again. The homoerotic remark sounded weird, but at least he had admitted his superiority. Arnold began to rub himself, trying to make himself hard, but it was no use, he was still soft all over. He tried again, now with all his strength.. "C'mon! Why can't I get myself hard?! I have to show that bastard..." He felt something inside him about to burst, god was he gonna cum already? *PRRRRRRRRRFT* That's when he realised he hadn't become his genitals, but the thing just behind them. "...Shit." I used my testicles to stept aside; the two giant buttchecks expelled a putrefied odour every time his anus said a word. "Turn me back right now you bas...*prrft*...tards!" "What's the hurry? Let's have some fun first...", the cock said in a mock seductive tone as it circled the hair surrounding the anus with his glans. The buttchecks were not amused. "Go to hell, you piece of faggot dick!" What soon followed looked like a bastardised version of a Looney Toons skit, the cock in the endless pursuit of Arnold all around the living room without much success, I guess running with your soft buttcheeks is easier than with your delicate testicles. The guests were surprised but amused every time they passed by their feet. Could this party get any more ridiculously indecent? I then noticed that the guy wearing the cap and hoodie, who hadn't even flinched at the spectacle in front of him, had made use of the diversion to get closer to me, his hand discreetly trying to take hold of my new form... "Hey! What are you trying to do?!", I said as I managed to wiggle out of his reach. He wasn't going to give up so easily, though. Was he some sort of pervert? I wasn't wrong about my theory of your testicles not being very comfortable to run with them as I escaped from him and hid below the TV table. My penis and testicles squeezed in their entirety into the crack ("...") without trouble below the piece of furniture, safely out of reach from his arm. I gave a sigh of relief as I saw his sneakers retreating...but they returned soon after. No problem, he still can't reach me, I told to myself. *PLAF!* I was surprised as he began blindly poking through the crack with the tip of a broom. He had applied so much force, he could have splattered all my testicles's contents against the wall if he hadn't missed! I was between a rock and a hard place, I could surrender and give up my body to the potential hooded pervert or risk being squashed to the wall...Hmm, now that I had a closer look at the wall I could see there was a hole in it. Maybe the work of a mouse? Could it lead outside the living room? *PLAF! PLAF!* It was my only chance, I ran into the dark hole, not knowing what to expect inside it...
It was dark and my pubic hair was getting hold of all the dust in the tight space. The small corridor went on and on. It would be safer to just stay still until the hooded young man went away. I laid there, all shriveled up, cold and afraid. Then I heard a noise behind me and I turned to see the culprit. I cursed my bad luck as it turned out the hole wasn't the work of a mouse, but of a small rat. "Go away! Shoo! Shoo!", I told it. But that only made it more interested in me. Damn, I was smaller than the rat in my current state. The rat started drooling at my sight; the small, abandoned pieces of sausage that dropped in the kitchen floor were its favourite meal when it went food hunting inside the house at night. Its little pink nose began sniffing me all over. I shook my glans at it, but it didn't step back. I wiggled it a little more, and I started growing a bit. Thoughts of the jock standing erect and proud in front of his audience came back to mind...Not that I liked that vision, it's just that the only way I could scare the rat away was to be as though as he was! I started sliding my wrinkled foreskin up and down...I don't really want to describe that in much detail, as I'm not proud of such vulgar action, but finally I was beginning to grow hard! "Eat this, motherfucker!", I said in my most intimidating, action-movie hero voice as I swung my shaft at it. I was expecting a hard impact, but as I was about to hit it, it bit my foreskin! "AGGGGGHHH!" I was so surprised I vomited piss all over the rat! The pain was unbearable, but my piss had blinded the rat's eyes and it made the trick, the rat had ran away! But what if there's a whole family of rats in this place? The small rat had caused so much trouble I didn't even want to face its father. I was disoriented after the "fight" and the pain the two small red marks of rat teeth inflicted upon my foreskin didn't help, but thankfully there was no blood or any permanent damage on it. I saw a light and inched towards it, limping all the way, and when I reached it, fell down on a wet patch of grass. I looked around, I was in the garden, a leaking faucet above me. Apparently the father of the house was making some plumbing job to fix the garden's hose, but after two months he still hadn't bothered to finish it. At least, the open wall had helped me escape that tight and dark corridor. I laid there in the wet glass, the drops of leaking water from the faucet felt refreshing on my shaft, the pain on my foreskin almost subsided.
The cock was once again a shirtless jock. I felt reassured, the effects weren't permanent after all! I overheard him talking to someone in the front porch. As I inched towards them I realised the other person was the hooded guy. The jock was handing him a wad of cash. "...The pleasure is mine. Call us up if you want to use our compressor again", was saying the hooded guy. "Oh, and...There's still this problem...", the jock said handing him a black trash bag. "I'll take care of him, he wouldn't be sober enough to be able to drive home anyway". "The way he swallowed all the beer bottles up his anus was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life! And not even mentioning the rush of being my own cock!" The man in the hoodie took the trash bag in one hand and pulled the trolley with the wooden box with the other and left...Hey, wait! I ran towards the hooded guy as fast as I could ignoring the fact that he almost crushed me with the tip of a broom half an hour earlier. "Wait! You forgot to change me back!" I saw the hooded guy smile for the first time in all night. "Seems like tonight wasn't such a waste of time after all, the boss would've been pissed if I told him Samuel Cox got lost because of his own clumsiness." What boss? And how did this guy know my name? I'm sure I've never seen him before in my class...As I was pondering, he had quickly grabbed and thrown me inside the trash bag before I could even react. I landed on a big and soft surface. "Hey! Let me out! This is kidnapping! I'll call the police!", I cried out to no avail. A groggy and foul-smelling voice came out below me. "Aww...Shut up! Don't you see I'm trying to sleep here?" *burp* I had been kidnapped in the form of my penis along with a drunk arsehole. Great, just great.
TO BE CONTINUED?