Transfer Student 3

By Nomdreserv

Brad blinked as a strange feeling moved through his body. The powerful sexual attraction he’d been experiencing seemed to subside, though he still enjoyed holding Amy close. Even so, there was something disquieting about the way she’d begun moving against him – a vaguely familiar pelvic grind.

Amy felt her own lust rising. It was more than just a feeling - her clit seemed unusually stiff and sensitive, and even seemed to be protruding beyond her labia, allowing her new and pleasurable sensations as she rubbed against Brad. She was loathe to break off contact, even though he seemed taken aback, and she held him as tightly as she could.

Which proved to be very tight indeed. Brad actually had to use some conscious force to disengage her surprisingly strong embrace.

“Later, Babe,” he announced. “I need to get to class.” He frowned. His usual powerful baritone seemed a bit weaker and higher.

“See you at practice, Stud,” she growled, her voice low and seductively husky. She grabbed at his tight buns lasciviously.

Hmm. Well maybe not quite so tight as she remembered. His ass felt surprisingly soft and full beneath her fingers. She would have guessed he must have put on some weight except his clothes actually looked a bit large on him as he walked away. Except for the seat of his pants – that did seem a bit tight. Made him walk with a bit of a wiggle too. She frowned. He’d have to watch that. A walk like that would quickly get any guy not on the football team in trouble, and might even make a star like Brad a target.

Amy stretched, her clothes binding her a bit, no doubt rearranged by her clinch with Brad. It only added to a general feeling of frustration. She didn’t usually heat up so quickly, and felt a real need to get off, but was obviously not going to get an opportunity here. She still felt a definite sexual excitement, and to her surprise, her eyes wandered over to a couple of her cheerleader friends. Stephanie was looking awfully hot today. Her skirt showed just a bit more thigh than modesty should allow, and really showed off the line of her legs. She couldn’t wait to see her in her short, little uniform at practice.

Putting her odd thought down to fashion awareness, she wiggled her shoulders, her shirt still feeling a bit too tight across the shoulders. As she walked away, she also noticed her shoes were pinching her. Neither annoyance kept her from a general feeling of vigor that almost made her swagger as she walked.

You might almost say she was feeling a bit cocky.

At her table, Crystal was sitting quietly, feeling strangely intimidated by her friends. Everything – her emotions, voice, the position of the table and the feel of the chair, the way her friends looked – seemed just slightly off. That crack Courtney had made about “little girl” seemed to really be wreaking havoc with her imagination. It didn’t help her confidence when Janine turned her attention on her.

“So, what’s the deal, Crystal? Everyone says you flailed big time during gym today.”

“I…I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “Everything seems weird today.”

Her friends immediately sensed weakness – heck, she even seemed to be slouching down in her chair – making it pretty much open season.

“Yeah,” Brittany sneered. “You seem really FLAT today.”

The others saw her stare at Crystal’s rather unimpressive chest and giggled.

Crystal blushed and hunched her shoulders awkwardly.

“Your dad got a cold or something?” Nina asked.

Crystal looked puzzled. “Huh? No, why?”

“I figured somebody must have used up all the Kleenex.”

The girls snorted.

“Stop it,” Crystal whined.

“Make me,” Nina challenged, deciding to test the old order.

Crystal seemed to shrink even further. Her eyes fell.

“Nuh uh,” she mumbled.

A quantum shift. Crystal had suddenly dropped to the bottom rung of the clique’s social ladder, and everyone knew it. With dominance realigned, they seemed to lose interest. Crystal felt it and tried to play for acceptance.

“Hey, guys. I saw the Disney Channel’s gonna have the Backlot Boys special this Saturday. Anyone wanna come over and watch it?”

An icy coolness.

“Um, Crystal? Hello? Some of us actually like to go out on Saturdays, remember?”

Nina smiled teasingly. “Hey, my little sister really likes them. Maybe she can hang with you.”

They all laughed again. Crystal spent the rest of the lunch in silence, aware that even her membership privileges in the circle might be at risk with further embarrassment.

Courtney had watched it all with a devilish pleasure. The medallion seemed to glow with an appreciative warmth as well. She looked around the room. A starter on the boy’s basketball team suddenly became a few inches shorter, two girls exchanged bra cup sizes, a middle-aged teacher suddenly found herself with an embarrassing infatuation for a pimply-faced sophomore boy. Courtney’s head was spinning with a rush of pleasure.

“Earth to Courtney. Come in.”

Courtney blinked. “Sorry, Melanie. My mind was wandering.”

“So I guessed. Might explain why you're drinking Dr. Pepper. I thought you hated that stuff? You're always ragging on your brother for liking it.”

Courtney noticed the can in her hand for the first time. She had chosen it without thinking and been happily drinking it through lunch.

“Huh.” She took another sip. It tasted fine. Why had she ever made a big deal about it?

Melanie, in contrast, made a face as she ate her usual hamburger and fries. Blah. Bland grease. What this cafeteria needed was some food with spice and flair. Where were the interesting condiments? An authentic curry, poblanos, wassabi - maybe some rice and vegetable dishes using a fusion of Asian and Middle Eastern cuisine. She'd have to make some suggestions.

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Melanie’s mother, Diana, in contrast, was chowing down happily on a double cheeseburger and large fries in her office, and couldn’t understand why she usually ignored the Monsterburger next door. This stuff tasted great – she’d be happy eating it every day. Her large Coke was almost empty, unlike the black coffee still untouched from this morning, and she crammed another handful of fries into her mouth before taking an almost simultaneous bite of the burger. The large glob of errant ketchup that resulted dropped onto her suit.

“Damn!” That wouldn’t look good at the afternoon meeting. She ran to the washroom to try to get it out, but not before wolfing down the rest of her sandwich.

She was dabbing at the stain when Vicky came in. Vicky was only 23, young, slim and gorgeous, and not above reminding others of it. When she saw Diana, her eyes glittered wickedly. She took up a position next to her in the mirror, slightly touching.

“A little accident, Diana?” she asked cattily. “I saw you gobbling those fries earlier. You’d better learn to be more careful.” She glanced sideways at the older woman’s plumper, 40-something body. “In more ways than one. Even I can’t eat food like that and not gain weight.”

Diana glared. She wished Vicky would gain some weight right now.

Vicky checked her makeup and frowned. Her face looked a bit puffy and less well defined, and there was the slightest hint of some extra flesh beneath her chin. But that was absurd – must be the lighting. She absent-mindedly tugged at her skirt’s tight waistband as she leaned closer, tilting her head back to erase the second chin. Unfortunately, the “illusion” returned as soon as her head came back to normal position. Even worse, she noticed Diana glancing at her shirt, and when she looked herself, was shocked to see some puckering around the buttons. Vicky sucked in her stomach – STOMACH?! - and they flattened again.

Diana smiled while Vicky blushed. Why hadn’t she noticed how small this blouse was this morning? Or her skirt for that matter. Its waist was cutting into her like it was two sizes too small. It had to be a problem with the clothes – the alternative was unthinkable. But another glance at her face and figure told her it wasn’t. Damn that pint of Hagen-Daas! Even so, how could it have happened so quickly?

Diana meanwhile noticed that she seemed to have lost a few pounds – fries or no fries. Her resulting smirk at Vicky’s discomfort infuriated the younger woman. She noticed the unusual necklace Diana was wearing. Diana saw her gaze and explained.

“My daughter bought it. Somehow, when I saw it, I just felt like wearing it.”

“That’s a bit trashy, isn’t it?” Vicky asked, going back on the offensive. “I mean, it looks so high school. If you’re trying to dress younger, it doesn’t really work for you. Even I might have trouble carrying it off. And when a woman gets to be your age…well, never mind.”

Diana fumed. Her age! She’d like to see Vicky at her age or even older. That would change her attitude.

Vicky turned to leave, determined to have the last word, and therefore missed the changes as her cheeks sagged slightly, her skin lost its luster, and fine lines crept into the corners around her eyes and mouth, a few coalescing into early wrinkles. Her hair lost its shine and bounce, and a few grey highlights began to appear. The extra weight she’d noticed seemed to drag her breasts downward, their droop further ruining the effect of her too tight blouse and putting extra strain on the middle buttons.

Vicky noticed several puzzled looks as she returned to her cubicle, especially from the usually wolfish men who seemed somehow disappointed. She grunted as she sat down. Her skirt felt ready to split and had ridden up farther than usual. She turned, expecting to catch the guy across the way drooling at the leg show. Instead, his eyes barely glanced her way, then turned fixedly ahead, apparently more interested in his spreadsheet than the spread of her thighs. In fact, this wasn’t entirely true, but the nature of his thoughts (about how much heavier her legs had gotten, and how her usually sexy, sheer pantyhose seemed to be highlighting some dimples and veins he’d never noticed) would have been even more alarming.

She made to cross her legs, but had to give it up. There just wasn’t enough room in her skirt to do it without exposing herself or tearing it.

And there was just the slightest twinge in her hip that gave her pause…

Diana meanwhile had pretty well removed the stain and was admiring her own reflection. Let Vicky make whatever comments she wanted – if double cheeseburgers could do this, she’d have to try a triple. Her face seemed bright and alert, her skin smooth and shiny. That new wrinkle cream she had tried must be working wonders. Her clothes felt loose, and she was sure she’d lost some weight without realizing it, but it wasn’t just weight – her body seemed more toned than before. Hell, even her breasts seemed perkier.

The only part of her reflection to draw a frown was her too somber attire. Her clothes made her look older. Maybe she could borrow some of Melanie’s things.

And with that odd thought, she went back to work.

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Courtney stopped to admire her own reflection in the school restroom mirror. Her new body looked great. On the way there, she’d “borrowed” another girl’s lips, and now sported a pouty, sexy mouth that went beautifully with her new, cute-as-a-button nose. She hoped her changes weren’t making things too obvious, but paused when she tried to recall a mental image to compare – it was hard to remember exactly what she looked like before starting all this. Oh well, it wasn’t like bigger breasts, a new nose or lips would keep anyone from recognizing her. And when Patty and her gorgeous, full-bodied red hair walked in, Courtney smiled again.

A minute later, Patty was wondering why her hair seemed so drab and lifeless that day, while Courtney was walking the hall with gorgeous, full-bodied hair sporting just a touch of red highlights that really set it off.

In chemistry class, Frederick Keeger froze as his hand shot up (as it always did) to answer the teacher’s question. Apparently, that tap on his shoulder by the girl behind him had distracted him more than he thought, since the answer seemed to evaporate in his mind.

“Yes, Mr. Keeger?” the teacher asked. “Would you care to explain what valence is?”

“Umm…” He did, but for some reason, the only definition that came to mind was of a decorative drapery.

The class snickering was made even worse when Courtney, usually one of the least motivated students in class, raised her hand behind him and trumped him with the correct answer. The rest of class was a blur, as Frederick tried desperately to recognize the concepts and formulae in his textbook – as bizarre as it seemed, it was as though he’d never read it before. He blamed the joint he had tried last night at his friend’s house.

Megan Anderson, editor of the school magazine, was similarly embarrassed in English class when the teacher had to explain to her that pentameter was not a five-sided geometric figure.

And Roberto Orestes, currently in position to be valedictorian, found his homework frustratingly difficult that night.

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Brad and Amy met after school on the field sidelines. Amy was looking unusually buff in her cheerleader costume. In fact, Brad noticed a slight bulge to her upper arms that showed she must be weight training or something. She grabbed him for a kiss before they started practice.

“Looking hot, Tiger,” she purred, giving his biceps an appreciative squeeze. Oddly, he usually flexed and tightened them to impress her when she did that, but today they seemed to soften slightly beneath her grip.

As he ran onto the field, she also thought he must have been wearing the wrong uniform. Both it and his pads seemed a little big for him. Right number though. Funny.

Her attention was diverted by Stephanie’s appearance. As before, she was somehow struck by the girl’s appearance, especially now with those gorgeous legs exposed by the cute, short skirt. She actually found herself watching to get a look at Stephanie’s panties as she stretched.

And finally seeing them made her stiff, not so little clit stand out even more. The practice, with its kicks and jumps, became a near sexual experience.

She also found their routines surprisingly easy to handle today. Her jumps were higher than ever, if a bit less graceful, and she seemed to dominate the other girls physically, feeling an actual need to show she was stronger and more athletic. The only distractions were the tightness of her shoes and shirt. She wasn’t sure why her shirt should be tight – her bra certainly wasn’t, at least not where it should. This bothered her subconsciously since her breasts seemed less bouncy than usual. She surreptitiously compared herself to the other girls. At first, she was worried about being smaller, but she soon forgot about that in the joy of watching all those other breasts jiggling. Why hadn’t she ever paid attention to that part of practice before? Her coordination suffered even more as she became more and more distracted.

Brad, not surprisingly, had the worst scrimmage of his life. His throws had no zip, and he consistently underthrew his receivers. It was just as bad when he tried to run – he seemed a step slower and was completely unable to shake tackles. He even lost his shoe a couple of times when he tried quick cuts, and couldn’t seem to tighten it enough to stay on properly. It was after one of these that the coach pulled him. The man glowered as Brad jogged to the sideline, hips wiggling.

“What the hell’s going on?” Coach demanded. He proceeded to chew Brad out in no uncertain terms, ascribing his performance deficiencies to everything from lack of commitment, not enough time in the weight room, improper diet, and heavy metal music. He finished off with the final shot, “And you’re running like a fucking girl!”

He was totally unprepared when Brad responded by bursting into tears. Shocked, he looked around in horror to see who might be noticing the star quarterback’s unprecedented display. This sort of thing might never be forgotten in the cloistered existence of high school, especially by the team he was supposed to lead. Now actually concerned about the teen’s mental status or that something really serious was going on, the couch responded the only way he knew how – he patted Brad reassuringly and sent him to the shower early.

Brad was glad to get away, feeling battered, bruised and embarrassed. In the locker room, he pulled off his uniform – it seemed to have stretched from his workout – and examined himself. Coach was right, he’d better hit the weight room more religiously. His arms definitely looked thinner and less muscular. Somehow, the smaller size also fooled his eye since there even seemed to be less hair on them.

He rubbed at his aching chest. He must have taken a couple of really good shots there, because it seemed swollen. Well, more specifically, two areas seemed puffed up. Brad refused to admit what the swellings made his chest look like, but he was glad he was in the locker room alone. Even worse, the nipples seemed to be inspired by the change and stood out prominently. He was surprised at the jolt he felt in his groin when he tried to push them flat again.

He walked towards the shower but stopped again when he caught a glimpse of his moving reflection. His hips looked weird, making his legs and gait look different, and making his ass…

He reached around. His ass felt huge, smooth and round - he must have bruised it too, though it didn’t look discolored. In fact, it looked…it looked…

Hell, his mind was playing tricks on him. That was just plain stupid. He unconsciously flipped his hair, then resolutely turned his back and minced to the shower, his unseen reflection showing a nice, round butt wiggling behind him.

In unconscious relief, he soaped up his genitals in the shower, but the relief was short lived. He looked down, aghast. Did his cock look smaller? It felt different (and like most teenage boys, he was intimately familiar with its feel in his hand), as though a little shorter and thinner. Maybe it was just a reaction to being hit so hard on the field. The punishment had sure made his scrotum pull up towards his body – he could barely feel his testicles in it. He had heard that could happen as a defensive reflex with trauma. Yeah, that was it. He’d just been hit too much during practice. It was making his body swell in some places and shrink in others. That made sense.

Besides, it was difficult to tell about his cock when it was soft like this. He made sure no one was around, then stroked himself a little to see if his erection would put things right. Unfortunately, despite some very nice feelings, his cock remained only half-hard. He tried to help by imagining Amy naked, first picturing her breasts and bush without much response, but then concentrating on her ass. His mental picture turned and wiggled her behind at him. Yeah, that was better - a nice firm ass. You couldn’t beat a nice, toned behind. Like Richard’s, his center on the team. The image in his mind morphed slightly. Oh yeah, cute, tight buttocks. Now, there was an ass you could…

He gasped, realizing where his thoughts had wandered. Worse, he also realized that to heighten the pleasure, one hand had crept up to soap his breasts…chest. Whatever. The hand flew away guiltily, and Brad almost ran from the shower, clutching a towel defensively around his body when he heard the rest of the team filing in. The coach peered in hesitantly, and ran into his office when Brad made eye contact.

Brad managed to get some clothes on to mask his changes before the rest of the guys settled in, but then strangely, and despite significant confusion and guilt at the decision, he stayed to watch the rest of them shower and change.

The girls who didn’t head straight home were also changing in their locker room. Stephanie turned, feeling as though someone was staring at her, but found only Amy apparently busy with her shoes. Amy made an “oof” and managed to pull them on. She wiggled her jammed toes unhappily.

“Yow,” she complained. “These must have shrunk when they got wet or something.”

Of course, that didn’t explain why the rest of her clothes seemed so tight, but it was the best she could manage. She was not inclined to admit her feet were still growing.

“You got a cold, Amy?”

“No, why?”

Stephanie shrugged. She had noticed Amy’s voice sounded deeper.

When Amy pulled her shirt off – with some difficulty – Stephanie did a double take. Amy’s back and shoulders seemed much wider. She must have been doing some serious weight training. From the back, her upper body could almost be mistaken for a boy’s. She frowned. Sudden muscle development, the lower voice. Hmm.

Amy pulled at her bra. It was also tight, but only across the back and in the straps, and she frowned to see the cups weren’t stretched out at all. In fact, they seemed rather underfilled. Embarrassed, she quickly wrestled her clean shirt on, then pulled on some jeans, surprised when the usually tight jeans slid easily past her hips, but even more surprised to find the cuffs well above her ankles. She saw Stephanie staring.

“Guess they shrunk too.”

Stephanie was still examining Amy closely. She looked slightly different. Her chin, nose and ears seemed slightly more prominent, and the lump of her Adam’s apple was certainly more obvious than she remembered. She thought she could see some fine hairs along the upper lip. That seemed to confirm her earlier suspicons – her friend was on steroids.

“Um, Amy? Can I talk to you about something? Privately?”

Amy seemed to jump. She gave Stephanie an oddly eager smile.

“Sure, Steph. I’d like that. Oh, but I’m supposed to meet Brad after practice.” Her voice fell to a confidential and almost masculine rumble. “His parents are out of town.” Her eyes swept over Stephanie’s partially clad body almost hungrily, making the other girl self conscious. “How about we get together tomorrow? Just the two of us. And we’ll…talk.”

Stephanie nodded, wondering what was going on. She would have wondered even more if she’d seen Amy, with an unconscious gesture, reach into her panties as though to adjust something’s position.

It would be a very interesting evening with Brad indeed.

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End part 3