Head of the Class
This was my very first commissioned piece. Xakrai was kind enough to get a hold of me and to propose the deal and we made it work out. He had a great idea and we're working out the details.
Head of the Class Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Xakrai
The empty hallways were filled with the distant sound of rumbling thunder and the ever more present cascade of thick sheets of rain pelting the old windows of the building. The water was so thick on the glass that the large trees lining the sidewalk outside the school were nothing but blurs of brown and green. The lighting along the hallways struggled to keep the school lit, but the dim creamy yellow glow and the falling rain combined to give the school a sleepy atmosphere... an atmosphere that Jack thrived in.
Jack moved along the hallway at a fair pace, his plain white sneakers weathered and faded, the faux-leather portions a bit cracked. The shoes contrasted his jeans, clean and unremarkable. They didn't show the stains of grass, the wear and tear of sports... They were simply garments covering his legs. The blue of the jeans complimented the hoodie the boy wore, the soft material hanging loosely over his thin arms. Jack came to a stop at his locker, his hand jutting out to start working at the lock, trying to beat the bell.
In many ways Jack was like a frightened animal. He had gotten out of class early with the permission of one of the many teachers that adored him. As always Jack had finished all his work early and perfectly so the teachers gave him leniency. It was nice to have the freedom, but it was also a symptom of what Jack had to flee from.
Jack was at the head of his class. He was sixteen years old, five foot eight and barely a hundred and twenty pounds. Rectangular glasses with black frames guarded hazel colored eyes, all of it almost shrouded in the shaggy light brown hair he had. Some of the cheerleaders had called him adorable, but in the same way they called their kid brothers in middle school adorable. As far as the teachers were concerned, Jack could do no wrong. Even the teachers he hated loved him. It was the last thing he wanted.
Nerds weren't popular at Benson High. That could be said at almost any school, but Benson had a particularly bad reputation with those of heightened intelligence. Benson was an odd mix of rich kids who could buy a degree once they got through the system, middle class kids who could move on with the merits of their sports scholarships, and the poor who were left to climb out of the squalor with their own minds or to be swallowed up by life when they reached the end of high school.
Jack had done the only thing he could do, he excelled at school... but the life of a nerd was filled with disappointment and peril. He had been stuffed in lockers, locked in stairwells, doused with water. If Jack wasn't sure the jocks had never learned where Salem Massachusetts was, let alone what they did there, he would have sworn they were testing him to see if he was a witch. Still, that wouldn't be the case forever... He had a plan.
Jack dumped the next set of books into his backpack, returning the rest to the locker for safe keeping before he slammed the metal door... and not a moment too soon. The air was filled with the ringing of the bell as third block let out. The doors to forty classrooms on the first floor alone opened, releasing a torrent of teenagers out like a wild herd.
Like frolicking deer it was the cheerleaders and social girls who emerged first, practically sprinting along the hallways to come to a stop in front of the trophy case that ran along the wall across from the six doors that led into the school. As if synchronized, they all drew out their cellphones and began texting each other, giggling intermittently as their gossip circulated... but there was one girl who hadn't joined the herd, one girl standing back by the classroom she emerged from discussing the upcoming tests... Hannah.
Jack slowed to a stop, standing in the middle of the hallway, watching Hannah. She was two inches taller than him with long hair the color of sunlight, her cheeks dotted with the barest amounts of makeup to bring out what few details were lost in her radiance. Jack let out a slow sigh of delight, merely gazing upon Hannah. That was, of course, when reality decided to come knocking.
Jack's arms were spread from his sides as two different arms slipped under his armpits, lifting him off his feet. Jack yelped, dangling his feet, trying to pry himself loose from those that had lifted him. From the uncultured chuckles behind him he could only guess his captors were Brady and Luke, best friends and lackies of Cody Easton. As Jack was turned around mid-air he came face to face with Cody, proving his suspicions correct.
Cody Easton was the quarterback of Benson's football team. He was six foot one, wore size fourteen shoes and had intense emerald green eyes. His face was framed by hair as red as fire, his cheeks dotted with unkempt stubble. A grin crossed Cody's face as he looked at the captured nerd held aloft by his goons.
"Jack... Jack Nolan." Cody said, shaking his head, "You do know you're blocking the view... Hannah is a privilege reserved for the elite... and you still never took me up on that term paper agreement. It's hard enough to see you go without paying your dues, but to deprive us of what's rightfully ours as well? What do you think we should do with him boys?" Cody asked.
"Swirlie!" One suggested.
"Put him in the janitor's closet!" The other retorted. Cody considered before shaking his head.
"Nah, I think we gotta feel sorry for the kid. It's obvious he's got a crush... He'll just have to learn to cope like the other kids... and take a cold shower." Cody said. Jack's brows furrowed in confusion as the bell rang again, the hallways thinning out as everyone funneled into their next classes. Brady and Luke, for once, realized exactly what Cody meant. Jack began struggling as the nerds carried him to the door.
Jack's spine felt the cold brace of the door as he was pushed through it and dropped, landing on the water soaked cement steps. The door clicked shut... and locked. During school hours no one could use those doors, they had to pass through the visitor entrance. The pool of water soaked into Jack's hoodie and pants and the rain soon saturated his hair, running down his face, the droplets clinging to his glasses. Jack slowly sat up, remaining motionless in the rain.
He was done... Done with the bullying, the punishments and torture... for being ostracized for just looking at a girl. It was time for a new plan. Jack slowly rose up to his feet, pulling his backpack back on. He reached up and lifted his hood over his head, not that it helped much being as wet as it was. Jack moved down the steps and along the long sidewalk that crossed the lawn, leading to the sidewalk that ringed the school.
Jack knew the security patrols; he'd helped improve them for the school. Even if he was caught, there wasn't an official that wouldn't believe him. The school had been his prison, but he knew where every door was... and he was going to fix things. Jack kept walking, turning away from the direction of his house. He was heading somewhere else.
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Jack had been walking for over a half an hour, navigating around the outer edges of the downtown area, bordering on the burned out industrial buildings left neglected because they only were a disservice to those that couldn't pay taxes. Jack was well aware he was being eyed down by every thug, hood and thief in the area... but he also knew that he was protected by circumstance. They knew a kid like him being in the neighborhood either meant he had nothing to steal, or he was here for business... and if they robbed him before he could conduct his business, there'd be hell to pay.
Jack glanced around before he noticed some graffiti on the wall, a D with a stylized demonic tail dangling from it. He moved down the alleyway between the old paper printing factory and an autoshop, catching a moment's relief from the rain as he passed under a scrap of metal wedged between the two buildings. It created the effect of a junk archway. The alley was full of junk; burned out cars and barrels, but Jack navigated through the obstacles before he came up to an old wooden door. He knocked on it, his heart in his chest. The door swung open and a thug stood on the other side. Deep brown eyes gazed down at the sixteen year old, the tattoos on his neck practically pulsing as he sized up the kid.
"What do you want?" He asked. Jack swallowed gently.
"I'm here to see Deagan." Jack said. The thug looked surprised and then a laugh came from behind him.
"Let him in, let him in." A younger voice said. The thug moved out of the way, revealing the den of Deagan. Long sheets of water proof material had been laced back and forth between the fire escapes of the two buildings, guiding the rain water off to two troughs. The sunlight cast a faint blue glow on all those sitting beneath in the dry space. There were tables covered in pocket watches, other tables with lock boxes bolted to them. In the midst of everything was an oversized recliner upon which Deagan sat.
Deagan was an eighteen year old that had once attended Benson high. He'd spent more time working on the high part before dropping out for a much more lucrative career as a drug dealer. He'd put on a fair bit of muscle since Jack last saw him, but Deagan was still rather lithe. His deep black hair was tied back into a ponytail and a long tuft of black hair hung from his chin. He had been growing it out even before he left school.
"Jack!" Deagan said with a grin, leaping out of his chair, "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, moving to put his arm around the nervous sixteen year old.
"I... was hoping you could help me." Jack said softly. Deagan's eyebrow rose.
"Last I remembered it was you helping me out of all my problems... What can I do for you?" Deagan asked. Jack looked around before looking at Deagan.
"I want to get some... stuff to help my muscles grow. Do you have any steroids that would work?" Jack asked. Deagan smirked before nodding.
"Trust me... You want it, we got it. We've got everything... We've got ocular steroids for glaucoma, we've got bull steroids for breeding cows... Don't ask me why that's downtown." Deagan smirked, "Are you sure you want it though? This isn't the kind of place I'd expect to find a smart kid like you." Deagan said, offering Jack a way out. Jack only glared.
"I'm tired of being the smart kid. Hannah doesn't know I exist; Cody just pushes me around... I want to be stronger." Jack said. Deagan paused for a moment before he nodded, moving over to the lock boxes. He opened one up and sorted through the vials, shaking his head before he opened one of the more secure ones. After a long moment he withdrew a glass vial full of a syrupy yellow liquid. Air bubbles were caught in it due to the consistency. He turned, moving back over to Jack.
"This is LE-133, a prototype steroid. Undetectable by most tests and it avoids some of the nastier side effects too... But none of this stuff is without risk." Deagan said.
"I understand... How much?" Jack asked. Deagan reached out, resting his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"I always liked you kid. You saw the good in people, you saved me more times than I deserved. You're stronger than I was to try and stay in that world. How about you keep your cash... and instead you maybe help me out with a business decision or two down the road. I could use your smarts, even though that's not what you want to be known for these days." Deagan offered. Jack was surprised, but for some reason Deagan had been one of the few that always respected him. It had been hard when Deagan left. Jack considered for a long moment before he nodded.
"It's a deal." He said with a growing smile, reaching up to try and wipe the drops of water from the lenses of his glasses, "What do I have to do to... um... take it?" he asked, hating to seem so naive. Deagan chuckled.
"This vial contains two doses, about a month's worth of time release formula. Just swallow it. Works best if you try before bed, it lets the body distribute it well." Deagan said. Jack reached out, hesitating before he took the vial. He moved it back and forth a little, watching the yellow contents slosh around. He looked back to Deagan with a smile of his own.
"Thanks Deagan, I'll be in touch." Jack said softly.
"It's good seeing you kid, be safe." Deagan said. Jack nodded, turning to head out of the alleyway. He knew things were going to change.
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Without mercy the sudden noise of the alarm clock hammered into Jack, waking him up with a start. He let out a shout in shock, reaching to swat at the alarm clock. He hit it twice before he found the snooze; managing to knock the clock from its place on the nightstand so it dangled helplessly by its cord alone. Jack blinked slowly, trying to let himself wake up a bit more gracefully.
Jack breathed slowly, looking up at his ceiling. He'd come home from downtown, fixed himself dinner and then he'd gone up to his room to drink the vial he got from Deagan. It had tasted pretty terrible, a mix of all manner of flavors he didn't care to think about again. Jack tried to remember what happened the rest of the night but all he could think was that he passed out early. Twelve hours of sleep? He couldn't think of a time he'd been in bed that long.
With a deft movement of his hips, Jack swung his legs out of bed. His feet dropped down to the floor, his toes spreading just a bit to accept his weight as he stood up. The sixteen year old pushed off his bed and stumbled over to his dresser to fish out clothes for the day, but as he wandered in front of his mirror, something was different... something was off. Jack looked at the mirror for a moment before it hit him. His hair was different.
Jack reached up, running his fingers through his hair. He had gone to bed with shaggy, almost curly brown hair. Now the curls were gone, it seemed quite straight but it had great volume almost like a mane. It had also gotten lighter, seeming sun streaked as if he'd spent an entire summer on the beach. Without the curls his hair seemed longer, reaching all the way to his shoulders. Jack ran his fingers through his hair time and time again. It was so soft, so wild... Jack liked that a lot. Maybe the stuff had already done something.
As interesting as his hair was, Jack knew the bus wouldn't
for him. He moved around his room, trying to get ready. He pulled a t-shirt over his head, tugging it down... at least as far as it would go. The bottom of the shirt stopped just short of his navel, exposing a good three inches of his stomach. Jack groaned.
"Great, I shrunk it..." Jack muttered, moving to his closet. He dug through his clothes before pulling out another shirt. He tossed the first into the corner of the room and slipped the second on... only to discover his belly button was once more exposed. Jack's eyes widened in surprise. He was taller... A grin crossed Jack's lips. Jack ran back to his bed and grabbed his shoes, sitting down. In his exuberance he skipped the socks and tried to slide the shoes on. His foot slipped part way in but there was no way to get his heal and toes in at the same time. His feet were so much bigger!
Jack felt such excitement and elation, the serum had really worked. He was taller, he was bigger. He felt stronger. Jack looked across the room at his reflection in the mirror to confirm again that he looked better... and then he discovered another shocking detail... He hadn't put his glasses on yet and he could see across the room. Jack's heart skipped a beat in surprise before he started frantically looking around his room, trying to read the smallest print on any box, any calendar, any scrap of paper.
"Printed July 15th, 2010... Made in Korea, lot number 34556K..." Jack muttered before a single laugh escaped his lips... and then several more. He fell back against his bed, laughing in delight. He could see better than ever before. This had been the best decision of his entire life, seeing Deagan, breaking the law, leaving his old life behind. Jack knew he was going to fit in better, assuming he could fit into any clothes.
Despite his reverie, Jack got out of bed again and left his room behind. He moved up the hall and to the right, easing the door to his brother's room open. The air was stale, unused. With Jason off at college there wasn't much need to go in. There also wouldn't be a problem with his brother missing any of his old clothing. Jack threw open Jason's closet and pulled out his brother's skateboarding shoes, size fourteen. He slowly slipped his foot in, wriggling his toes. It was a very tight fit but it would work, even when he put them on with socks.
Another few moments presented Jack with a black t-shirt with long sleeves, the cuff worn through with holes for thumbs to slip through. Jason had always been a sort of individualist but Jack had to wear something. He pulled the shirt on, the bottom coming right to his waist. Jack nodded to himself, gathering up the clothes he would wear as he headed back to his room.
Jack dressed quickly, trying to make up for the time he had lost looking at all of his changes. He hoisted up his backpack, glad as always he had gotten his homework done ahead of time. Jack moved to his door, about to leave when he paused. Jack slowly turned, looking back to half empty the vial of liquid on his nightstand. Just half a bottle had helped him out this much... he wondered what the rest could do. He moved back over and grabbed the vial, slipping it into his pants. It was time to start a brand new day.
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Mornings at Benson High were generally more subdued. Most of the teenagers weren't fully awake yet, moving through the halls like zombies forced to fill their brains rather than eat them. There also wasn't as much rush as there was between classes so people tended to take their time. Jack moved into the school through the north doors with the other kids from his bus, a few still glancing back at him as they passed. He had actually been mistaken for a new student by some of his neighbors. Jack wasn't quite sure how that made him feel, although they had been rather nice.
Jack moved along the hallway on the way to his first class when he noticed movement that was out of the norm... Someone was not traveling with the herd, they were above it. Jack's eyes moved to where Hannah stood perched on a stepstool, trying to hang a banner for the open practice for the wrestling team. It was a free out of first period for any student who wanted to help set up, but practically no one ever did. The students either lacked the school pride to actually expend effort helping out, or they were already at practice for the event. Still, Jack had to admire how hard Hannah worked.
"Need any help?" Jack asked with an indefinably smooth tone, his voice more confident. Hannah looked down in surprise, looking at Jack for a moment before she nearly fell off of the stepstool.
"Jack?! Look at you!" She exclaimed in surprise. She climbed down to look at him, another wave of surprise passing over her face as she realized she was looking eye to eye with him. "You look great... did you have a growth spurt? And your glasses, did you get contacts?" Hannah asked, hoping not to embarrass him. Jack cracked a grin.
"Yeah to both." He said. At least the first part was true. He turned around a bit for her, "What do you think?" Jack asked, reaching up to brush some of his blond hair out of his face. Hannah practically squealed.
"And your nails! You got them painted!" Hannah added. Jack hesitated in confusion before he looked at his hands. Sure enough the nails were black. A shiver ran down Jack's spine. Hopefully that wasn't a side effect, changing color and falling off... He reached to run his fingers over the nails of the other hand. They seemed healthy enough; if anything they seemed stronger, tougher, and as black as stone.
"I guess I woke up feeling like a new man today." Jack said. Hannah smiled pretty broadly until she looked over Jack's shoulder.
"You didn't get the sign up yet?" Cody's voice came. Hannah blushed and moved back up the step ladder to resume her work. Cody raised an eyebrow, looking Jack over from behind. Jack took a breath before turning around.
"You new here?" Cody asked, "Cause there's something you gotta know about Hannah." He said. Jack shook his head.
"How did you put it yesterday? Hannah is a privilege reserved for the elite..." Jack said. Cody's eyes widened sharply. Hannah looked down at them both, shooting Cody a glare. Cody was too dumbfounded to respond right away.
"J... Jack? What the fuck dude, did you get a makeover?" Cody muttered. Jack ignored his comment, looking up at the sign and then back to Cody.
"Why are you interested in Hannah's work?" Jack asked. Cody, for once, was on the defensive.
"Coach told me I had to help out with the sign ups for wrestling; I want to make sure other people show up so I don't have to do it alone." Cody said. Jack considered for a moment.
"I'll be there." Jack said. Once more Cody was dumbfounded, though this time his confusion ended with a laugh.
"You want to be towel boy?" Cody chuckled. Jack shook his head.
"Only if I'm wiping the floor with you." Jack replied. Hannah couldn't help but giggle a little at that, causing Cody to glare once more.
"Meet me in the gym in ten minutes... if you're man enough. We'll go one on one, see if you can pull your own weight." Cody said before stalking off down the hallway. Hannah pinned the sign into place before she moved down to the floor again.
"You don't have to prove yourself to anyone you know..." Hannah said softly. Jack gave a bit of a shrug, turning to walk down the hallway backwards so he could talk to Hannah as he went.
"I have to prove things to myself... Besides, this is the longest conversation we've had. This new me is working." He said before turning forwards again, heading for the gym.
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Jack's footsteps echoed as he moved down the half flight of stairs into the boy's locker room. The lockers were sunk half a story down as a precaution against floods from the showers but it had always reminded Jack of a cave... A cave where the jocks congregated for ancient rituals of brotherhood and foolish pranks. Jack looked around, trying to spot Cody. He moved over between two of the rows of lockers, reaching into his pocket to withdraw the vial.
Deagan had told him it was a month's worth in two doses... But it was time release. The changes he had experienced so far were too good to ignore, he wanted it more. He wanted to fit in more. He wanted to show Cody he wasn't someone to be picked on any more. He could be one of the guys. Jack removed the stopper and tipped the bottle back, swallowing the rest of the contents. He slipped the vial back into his bag, zipping it up before he found an empty locker.
Jack hung up his backpack inside, fishing out his lock as there was movement from the supply room.
"I don't know if this will fit but it's the closest I could find." Cody explained as he emerged. Jack turned to face the man that had given him such grief. Cody was already dressed in the canary yellow wrestling uniform. It clung to his muscles, showing defined pecs and abs, his strong arms exposed. Jack had some of those muscles already but he couldn't
to be even bigger than Cody.
"Is there any team you're not on?" Jack smirked. Cody shrugged.
"My parents like me to be busy." Cody said. Jack had to admit, it already seemed as if Cody was giving him more respect.
"I'm game for this, but... are there any rules I should know?" Jack asked. His physical prowess still didn't make up for his lack of experience. Cody handed Jack the uniform. Jack hesitated before he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, starting to change.
"A takedown is two points, that's getting your opponent to the mat and controlling their movements. If you get out of that and take them down, that's a reversal. Also two points. When you get out of being pinned and just get away, that's an escape and only one point. When you almost pin your opponent that's usually two points. We don't have a judge for our little competition though. How about we go for two pins out of three?" Cody asked. He seemed like a good sportsman but he really just wanted to humiliate Jack again, to get even for the conversation with Hannah and put him back in his place.
"Two out of three? Sounds fine with me." Jack said. Cody gave a nod.
"I'll go set up the mat... Meet me out there when you're ready." Cody said, turning and heading off. He moved up the stairs and into the gym. Jack looked down at himself, standing in nothing but his brother's boxers, holding the wrestling uniform in his hand. He had forgotten to ask about the boxers... they probably bunched. It wouldn't make sense to wear them with such a tight uniform.
Jack set the uniform down onto the bench before he slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, murmuring in surprise as they glided through more silky hair. He lowered the boxers to reveal his bush. The hair was as blond as that on his head. Jack grinned a little but resumed his work, lowering the boxers more. Inch by inch the boxers slid down, revealing more and more of Jack's member... but not the head. Jack's eyes widened in surprise as he kept going before finally revealing the full measure of his cock at eight inches limp.
"Oh my..." Jack gasped softly in awe. He cringed a bit, realizing if he had truly been a jock he might have used some obscenity that was manly and pure. Still, if he was this long limp, he wondered what he'd truly be when it came time for him to have sex. Jack shivered with the thought as his nipples grew hard and his cock started to flood with blood, growing wider and stretching longer.
"Hey Jack, hope you aren't chickening out!" Cody's voice echoed from the gym. Jack practically snarled at the interruption before he sighed. He grabbed the uniform, spreading it out before he moved to put it on.
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Cody moved around the gym, making sure all the mats were at their designated positions. The royal blue foam rubber contrasted greatly with their uniforms, making it easy to keep track of the opponents. Cody had to admit, he surprised himself managing to get everything set up by himself in so little time. He was starting to regret all the times he'd shirked off the task to someone else. Still, he hated waiting on competitions and Jack was taking his sweet time.
"Jack, if you ran off I swear-" Cody shouted out as he turned around, stopping mid-sentence when he saw Jack coming up the stairs. Jack looked to be at least five foot eleven, the canary yellow singlet molded to him as if it had been painted on. His stick figure was long gone, replaced by defined pectorals, abs, triceps, biceps. Even his bones seemed a bit bigger. Cody couldn't figure it out, but... so much had changed. There was a confidence on Jack's face, a grinning face framed by a mane of golden hair.
"I'm ready... and I won't run away." Jack told Cody. Cody reached up to brush some of his red hair from his face, nodding. He moved onto the mat, waiting for Jack to do the same. Cody lowered into the starting position and Jack copied it. As if an imaginary bell had gone off, the two started circling; moving back and forth, looking for any opening or any weakness. It felt right to Jack, it felt primal... like he was stalking his prey. Without warning, Cody lunged and slammed into Jack. Jack pushed back, trying to keep Cody from knocking him over. Jack's large shoes slid along the mat and he growled in disappointment. Cody chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed Jack.
"No wrestling shoes?" Cody murmured. Jack bore his teeth, pushing back.
"Didn't have time to get some." Jack replied, trying to move sideways. Cody let go slowly, rolling his eyes.
"Take off your shoes. It isn't regulation but this is going to be a short fight if you can't even grip with your toes." Cody said. Jack was rather surprised that Cody was being so forgiving. It was as if Jack really was starting to be more accepted by them.
"Thanks." Jack muttered. Without even untying the shoes, Jack kicked them off, letting them skid to the side of the matt. He leaned over and tugged off his socks, revealing his large feet. Even his toenails had turned black. Jack wondered if Hannah would like those too... or if Cody would.
"Ready to start again?" Cody asked, interrupting Jack's thoughts. Jack blushed for a moment in surprise at what he'd been thinking. He looked back to Cody and nodded, the two making their way to opposing sides. Once more they began circling, stalking... but Jack would not let Cody be the first to pounce this time. He surged forward and Cody moved to meet him. The two teenagers slammed into each other in the middle of the matt, grappling. Cody reached around Jack to try and gain a hold. Cody moved to push him back, try and knock him over.
Both boys struggled, trying to exert their strength over one another. Cody groaned, finding it nearly impossible to move Jack. Jack panted softly, feeling a spreading tingle in his muscles. His heart was racing, his breathing sped up, his muscles were practically on fire. Then Jack felt it. His eyes moved to his right arm slowly, watching. His triceps were flaring as he pushed against Cody, more defined than he'd ever seen them. They pulsed, grew tight, and then... grew?
Jack's momentary surprise gave Cody a chance. He pushed Jack pack with all his might. Jack started to fall and he snarled again, showing his teeth. His toes dug into the matt and then... felt different. The black toenails stretched longer, growing to points, curving down his toes. With satisfying pops the black nails pierced through the mat, anchoring Jack in place. Jack reached one hand back beneath him as he toppled, his fingers spreading out. The nails on his hand stretched and grew as well, sinking part way through his flesh, becoming wicked black claws.
Cody had expected Jack to fall all the way to the mat, to be in a position to be pinned. He hadn't expected his rival to stop half way, his stomach arched high into the air. Cody slammed into Jack, grunting at the sudden stop. Jack reached with his free hand to grab Cody and flip him over. Cody was thrown off his feet, landing roughly on his back. Jack pushed himself back to his feet before he pounced, landing on Cody.
Cody struggled to escape, pushing up against Jack's body. He tried one escape move, then another, working through the entire book of moves to escape a pinning. Jack worked hard to keep Cody down... and as he worked, his body grew. His biceps and triceps grew by the moment, swelling large. The deltoids in his shoulders had to shift to keep the massive arms attached. The quadriceps in his legs were growing just as quickly to support his growing frame.
Despite Jack's bulk, Cody managed to squeeze out of the hold, crawling away quickly. Jack pounced once more, knocking Cody onto his back, coming down atop of him. Cody resumed pushing up against Jack's body to try and escape, pausing as their groins pressed together, feeling how hard Jack was, how... big he was... and how hard Cody had gotten. Cody flushed in embarrassment, trying to escape.
Jack had almost forgotten the wrestling match he was taking part in. He felt completely different from moment to moment. He was panting deeply, his mouth agape. The teeth in his mouth all seemed sharper, his canine teeth almost like fangs. Soon Jack was bringing his hips down, forcing Cody to the mat. Each time Jack took a breath his chest would swell larger. Even when he exhaled, it did not return to its original size. His ribs were larger, his spine longer. He had to be over six feet tall.
"Ow!" Cody gasped in surprise, flushing white as a sheet, "What the fuck is that?" he murmured. Jack too was curious, he had felt a sudden pulling from his groin. Jack lifted his hips and peered down between them. A wetness had leaked from his cock, soaking through the fabric and into Cody's. It seemed he had either not noticed... or was actually enjoying that detail. What had raised concern was a series of tiny spines sticking through the uniform, barely visible since they blended into the yellow.
Jack reached down, using his claws to slice through the uniform. As the lycra was split, a swollen cock pushed out through the gap, surrounded by a nest of golden fur... but the cock wasn't quite what either had expected. The long, throbbing shaft was almost reddish purple with blood, as hard as a rock and at least a foot long. The head tapered off to more of a point, but the cock head was covered in a series of short, pronged spines. More clear precum leaked from the shaft, dribbling on Cody's singlet, soaking through his uniform so his raging erection was visible.
"What... what is that thing? What's going on with you?" Cody whimpered. Jack gave a grin, a grin lined with fangs.
"I'm not going to be head of the class anymore... I'm going to be leader of the pride... Time to worship your king." Jack murmured before he flipped Cody over onto his stomach. Claws split the ass of Cody's uniform, spreading it wide. Jack finally realized what was going on. He was a lion, just like the school's mascot. He was proud, he was wild, he was fierce, he was a king.
Jack's leonine cock leaked copious amounts of precum across Cody's ass, feeling so hot against his skin. He squirmed and moaned, starting to hump the mat beneath him. Jack grinned, loving seeing his rival as such a horny bitch. Jack moved and began pushing his cock into Cody's ass, inch by inch. It seemed the precum had prepared him a bit for the spines. He writhed and moaned, a mix of discomfort and pleasure. Jack didn't care that much.
Jack leaned down and bit Cody's neck softly as he started to thrust, moving his hips back and forth. He slowly picked up his pace, rocking Cody's body with the thrusts. Once more, as if he was getting exercise, Jack's body began to swell. His arms and legs continued to gain muscle, his chest swelling out more. Each bit of muscle only let him ravage Cody more.
Tingling spread across Jack's cheeks, his chin, even his upper lip as golden fuzz pushed out. It was too soft to be stubble, it seemed almost like fur... but it kept growing out. Hair sprouted from Jack's chest, his pits, his arms, his legs... and then it kept spreading. Cody whimpered in delight, inhaling the thick musk of his lover, feeling more turned on than he ever had been. He shivered as his human cock loosed its load of seed, the uniform trapping it against his body.
Two powerful paw like hands came down on either side of Cody, bracing Jack as he fucked the jock. The hands continued to shift, soft feline pawpads pushing out on his palm and fingertips, the claws growing more wicked. His feet flexed and shifted, paw pads pushing out from them as well. The hair on his arms and legs began softer, longer like fur and grew out all the way down across his feet and hands. Across his body the fur had met up with other patches, growing into a fine downy coat.
Against Cody's neck, Jack's mouth had began to shift and contort. His mouth pushed out slowly, bones creaking and shifting. His nose melded to follow suit as Jack gained a definable muzzle. Fur spread more across his face, though the fur around where a human might grow a beard was noticeably longer. Jack's ears, hidden beneath his mane of fur, had been pointed for most of the day. Now they had only grown and shifted, his internal anatomy changing as the ears migrated up. The furry, pointed ears emerged from the hair, flecking about, listening to sounds no human could hear.
Cody had long since been lost in pleasure his eyes rolling into the back of his head... but soon he brought his eyes up to look at the glass along the far wall, the glass reflecting what was happening. Cody was being mounted by a six foot, five inch tall lion man... Huge paws with huge claws, a wild animalistic face, huge fangs, a gigantic mane. Cody's mind reeled, wondering if Jack had this in him all along... If he'd been poking the lion that finally put him in his place. If Cody had known... If he had known it all... Cody shivered as the thoughts moved through his mind.
"Be my boyfriend!" He called out, begging Jack. A deep, guttural laugh came from Jack as he fucked even deeper into Cody.
"We'll see, once I've tried the rest of the them. I need to know what all my jocks are like before I claim one." Jack whispered, grinning with such power, such joy. He grunted, hips moving wildly before he raised his head to the ceiling and let out a huge roar that echoed off all the walls. Cody gasped sharply, feeling the hot, thick rush of feline cum into his ass.
Jack sprayed into Cody for many long moments before he collapsed onto Cody, nearly crushing him with his weight. Cody panted to try and reclaim his breath, moaning in delight. Jack leaned in to Cody's neck again, starting to lick at Cody's neck, soothing the spot he had bit. As Cody reeled in bliss, the weight on him started to feel lighter... Once more Cody looked up at the reflection, watching Jack's animal features shrink back a bit.
After a few minutes Jack looked human again, for the most part. He was still over six feet tall, his muscles were just as big, his nails were still black and his mane was still wild. Golden stubble lined his cheeks as he held his first mate, basking in the bliss. Cody grinned gently, looking with affection to Jack.
"You aren't just a lion... you're a werelion." Cody murmured. Jack grinned slowly.
"That'll just make the hunt that much easier." Jack whispered, licking his lips.