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🕑 Added 2021-12-29 23:00:04 +0000 UTCThomas could only look between Derek and Malcolm as if he was he was looking at two large predators that were far more focused on each other then the small prey. The two of them were people that he had done his best to avoid. Both of them had a rep for being troublemakers and he would do his best not to get caught up with them. Unfortunately for him he shared classes with both of these wackadoodles and thus had to see them regularly.
Both of them were bigger then he was and had strong muscles that perfectly fit on their bulkier builds. Unlike them, he was thin and didn’t have much muscle on him and was more comparable to a scarecrow. It wasn’t that he was unhealthy, but with them, it would be like a small stick going up against steel bats, and he wasn’t going to think for even a second that he could pull off some heroic stuff that he had seen in the comics.
The young man wondered what he had done wrong to get into the situation that he was in now. He had done the smart thing just like he had done every year. He didn't stand out and kept his head down, doing his best not to draw attention to himself. He wanted to have a nice simple quiet senior year with his friends enjoying his life. The plan shouldn't have failed him like it did.
The one time that he had been unlucky it ended up bitting him and leaving him between two cavemen who wanted to fight to see who was superior. He hoped that when the next big win happened it would end with him getting something great out of it. He was hoping that the charm that he had got would help with that.
He had bought a charm that he found at an antique store at the mall. It was a neat little necklace with red ruby wrapped inside it. It probably wasn’t real, but it looked cool enough for him to keep and that was what he intended to do.He kept it on him because it looked cool, and he liked it. He had kept it as a good luck charm, and so far he would say that it was serving him well. He had managed to get a B on a math test that he had been worried about and had found a money lip the other day that had $200. There hadn’t been a tag or anything so it wasn’t as if they could just call the person up or leave it behind. The moment someone found out about it they would say it was there’s even if it wasn’t.
That had been a cherry on top of his day that he had savored immensely. He hadn’t found out what he would use it for yet, but he was sure that he would find out eventually. With how fast things came out, he was sure that it would go to a game or two, or something.
He should have known that his good fortune would run out on some point. After getting big stuff like that it only made sense that the universe would even things out eventually. It was just how things went he found out.
Right after school, Thomas made his way to head home, just wanting to get out of here and lay down on his bed and watch some anime or something before he got to work when had spotted Derek and was instantly alert. There was no doubt in his mind that the delinquent hoped that he would be able to find some easy marks. He had heard about it, but unfortunately, none of the teachers could truly act since he hadn’t been caught in the act. Which was bullshit, but there was nothing that he could do about it. At the very least he knew that if something were to happen then he would have his parent's approval for self-defense.
Thomas had first tried to sneak away, hoping that he would be able to just go around him in the empty halls, but that had proven to be a double-edged sword. With how empty the halls were and how the floor was his steps would be heard no matter where he went. Though in this case it also meant that he could move freely without worrying of knocking people down or getting in trouble with running through the halls. By this point of the day, most adults didn’t care and just wanted to get him.
Throughout the whole time he had kept his eye out, bracing himself to run like a jaguar was chasing after him. He had no idea if he would be able to outrun him, but he was willing to give it his all. Once he made it to his car then he would be home free and wouldn’t have to worry about getting slogged.
He noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was being followed and simply continued as he normally would. He kept walking straight, knowing that he shouldn’t react, at least not yet. Showing that he was aware would make Derek act and rush him.
Thomas turned down another corner and then another hoping that he would be able to lose him, and for just a moment, see how far away they were from eachother. It took him a moment to get it all figured out in his head where he was and where he needed to go.
He could tell that he was getting closer, his footsteps sounding louder by the second. There was still a good bit of distance between them, but it was slowly getting smaller. He tried to pinpoint how much closer they were and how quickly, but since he couldn’t see him, he couldn’t say for sure. Which made him mentally scream in his mind.
The anxiety made his heart pound in his ears, despite the gentle calm appearance that he tried to keep. His body tenesd and he breathed out, trying to calm his beating heart but it proved futile. His mind ran with the image of him being suddenly jerked and thrown again the lockers and then socked in the face. It finally became too much for him to handle and he readied himself to run as fast as his legs would take him, hearing Derek’s footsteps grow louder as he rushed after him.
He looked around desperately for one anyone to help him. He didn’t care if they were another student, a teacher, or even the janitor. At least they would be in his corner if something were to happen. The moment he had them he would have some sort of shield that he could use. Though it was just as likely that they would be intimidated into doing what he wanted if it was just a fellow student.
The moment he stepped down the hallway, he bolted around the corner, he could hear Derek charging after him, like a hunting dog and refused to look back. He could have crashed into someone or a wall, and that wasn’t something he was willing to risk. He only trusted his ears to tell him how far away he was.
Then it happened, Derek tackled Thomas into the wall, making his body ache in pain and hiss. He was pulled away from it and was greeted by the horrible sight of Derek glaring at him as if insulted he had thought that he could even run away from it. Thomas gulped and braced himself as best he could, even though the last time that he had gotten into a fight was years ago. He had no doubt that he was about to get the thrashing of the year and breathed as he wondered how he would be able to fight back.
As he was about to brace himself for a punch or kick Malcolm had come around and saw the two of them together, making Derek stop. For a single moment, Thomas felt hope that Malcolm would help him. He immediately demanded that Derek stop what he was doing since he was the one who would be taking what money he had on him. He should’ve known better that would be true.
And here he was stuck in the middle of these two delinquents who were about to brawl. He wanted to make a run while he still could. But worried that it would just make them chase him down and then would suffer at a future point. There was no way that either of them would let it go if he did.
At least this way they were more focused on each other rather than him. If the principal or a teacher asked why he didn't interfere, then he could just say that he was worried about getting involved with the fight. For once the school rules could work in his favor in such a manner.
The two of them rushed each other and Thomas flinched from the sudden clash. The sound of flesh being hit hard made him jump. Neither one of them could land a hit on the other. It was almost like watching two pit bulls clash with how wild they were.
Thomas watched the two, hoping that it wouldn’t get too far out of hand. He might not like either of them, but he didn’t want anything seriously bad to happen to them. There was no way that he would be able to have something like that on his conscious. Still, he would be happy if a teacher or someone came along soon to stop the fighting. Anything that could stop this would be very much appreciated.
Unknown to the young man, the gem in his necklace shined. It glowed as if someone was shining a flashlight right behind it. If it wasn’t for the dark shirt that he wore then it might have stopped the two from clashing.
As they fumbled with each other, the delinquents started to get smaller. They lost inch after inch as their hands vyed for dominance. Neither of the two noticed the changes in height, both of them far too focused on the clash between them. They knew that if they allowed themselves to get distracted for even a second then they would no doubt get cheap shotted The smaller they got, the easier it was to see the difference and making Thomas’s jaw drop as it continued.
Thomas’s wondered if he was hallucinating. He had to be, it was the only thing that he could think of that made sense with how different the two of them seemed to be in size and bulk. He was average height and yet now he towered over the two of them as if he was looking at someone who was entering adulthood rather then someone who was the same age. He questioned reality, wondering if he was stuck if he had unknowingly stepped into a portal that he hadn't seen and entered another world. Sadly his hopes and thoughts were proven to be incorrect as he noticed something changing next.
Now that he examined the two of them closer he realized that neither of them had bruises. The sound that came from their blows was far to loud to be fake. They should have had something, redmarks, purple spots, something with how hard they were hitting eachother, but they didn’t. Instead their skin was just as clean unmarked as when they first saw one another. In fact it was cleaner then it had been. The hair on their arms was gone, and the slight dark shadow of stubbe that was on Malcolm’s face was gone, making him blink. He looked the rest of Malcolm over looking for any other sign that something had changed.
The hair on Malcolm’s head darkened as if the light on it. The bright blonde locks that he had lightened. It continued to do, the new shine that it had growing by the second. When it finished changing, it was a pale almost sandyish look to it that would have made he had died it or not take proper care of his hair, were it not for the healthy shine that he had.
The hair moved as if an invisible stylist was touching it and molding it. The locks of hair that framed his hair moved and exposed his face. The bangs that were on the side of his head we were longer along with the rest framing it in a way that will bring attention to his features. The long hair than below the belt down his back like a waterfall moved and formed into a stylish ponytail that kept it all together.
It wasn't just Malcolm’s hair that was changing, as Derek’s own mop of shaggy black locks started going through the same procedure. Derek’s hair started to get brighter as a new fresh sheen entered it that would have mystified many about how great it looked. The black color brightened as if it was taking brightness from the lights. The dark locks gained bright bits of blonde hair and yet they still continued to change. It continued to brighten. It reached a shade of bright snowy silver that would have made many stop in place and stare in awe.
The moment it finished changing color it grew just like Malcolm’s had. It became a massive shaggy head of silver hair that reached down to his chin. They were uneven, almost frayed, giving it a more stylish look as if the barber was content to let it to what it pleased. A large strand of hair poked up as if it was standing in defiance of the change.
Thomas was half tempted to reach out and see if he could pluck it, but doing so would remind the two of them that they weren’t alone, something that he was happy to let them think. Not only that, but it would get in the way of the two of them and he wasn’t inclined to do so when he had nowhere near the pain tolerance that the two of them had to have.
No, it would be safe for him if he just let the two of them continue to fight it out. It was something that he was more than content to let them do. If they tired themselves out enough that they couldn’t chase him then he would take it. It was the best plan that he could think of at the moment since they weren’t by any security cameras and the guards that were here were clearly not doing their jobs that well since no one had come to help him out.
The two continued to clash, and Derek was able to get a few lucky strikes in on Malcolm. The young man flinched from the blow but continued to fight and focus with the same ferocity and tenacity that he had right from the start. Neither one of them wanted to give the other a moment to get the other upper hand, and show their dominance.
As the two of them continued to fight, Malcolm’s face changed. His cheekbones rose higher and his face chin softened and further added roundness to his face that wasn't there before. His rough face softened as the slight scar that he had on his lip disappeared. His lips grew ever so slightly and gained a plumpness that wasn't there before. They slowly swelled as if he had been sucking on them and they had swollen in size. Derek punched Malcolm’s face and tried to shove him off. The moment Derek’s hand was moved, Thomas could see the delinquent’s face getting smaller as it shifted. It cracked inward and became a smaller button nose that looked much better for his feminine visage.
His blue eyes shifted and gained a brightness that they didn't have before. Gold entered his eyes and consumed the blue in them like a paint spill. Soon his eyes had completely changed into a bright gold that made his skin look even paler than it was. It looked almost eerie and would have made him look a little intimidating despite the smaller size that he was now.
When Malcolm’s face had finished changing, it looked even younger then it had been. He looked like he could have been 15 if he was being honest and yet there was an almost regal appearance to his face. It had a bearing that he couldn't quite identify and yet it had an authority that told him he should do what he says or else.
Thomas blinked and pinched himself, and the pain reminded him that this wasn't some fantasy that he was currently in but reality. He tried to think of how this could happen, but he couldn't think of anything outside of magic and that didn't exist. If it then he was sure that it would have been abused by thousands of people right now for a variety of reasons. He tried to stare at the two, to see if he could notice anything else going off about them and noticed something off about Derek.
Derek’s face began to change next as he tried to shove Malcolm away from him, but the smaller boy’s hand kept clawing at his face. With every claw that came on his face, the more it changed. Derek kept growling and tried to shove his foe off of him as his cheeks rose higher. It added a further heart-shape to his face that became more prominent, and was only further enhanced by his jaw letting out a pop.
Malcolm’s fingers brushed into Derek’s mouth, pulling down on his lip. He tried to bite down on his finger like a dog trying to bite down on an intruder, but Malcolm was quick to pull his hand away before the teeth could land. The now silver-haired boy growled, and it made the other changing boy smirk.
Derek’s lips swelled in size as if they were swelling from how tight they pulled. Again Malcolm's fingers brushed against his lips and again Derek tried to bite down on them. He snarled again as his lips finished changing into plump kissable lips that made Thomas’s mind wonder what it would be like to get a kiss from them. The warping of Derek’s face finished and looked more mature and yet it undeniably belong to a young woman around his age.
Thomas blushed as he admire her cute face. If he had seen this girl walking around the school, then he was sure that he would have a crush on her. Even if Derek was now pretty there was no way that he was going to just fall for him. There was more to a person than just hot looks and with Derek’s personality, there wasn’t anything good that he could see about it.
The two grabbed each other and their arms circled around their waists, stumbling around, trying to get the better of each other. Derek had a slight height advantage over Malcolm, but that didn’t mean that his victory was secure.
As the two fought with each other, their arms slimmed down as the two continued to grab and wrestle with each other, their hands got thinner, the muscles that they had slimming down as if they were meat on a bone going away. Their fingers slimmed and their nails refined as they got longer, looking as if they had just came out of a salon. The two of them had thin womanly arms that looked off on the still masculine parts of their bodies as if they were figures a child had taken and replaced their normal limbs.
They broke apart from one another and stood out, sizing the other. Their hands were raised, ready to move the moment the other attacked. The two of them breathed haphazardly, taking the moment to get their bearing.
As they walked around each other like cats fighting for dominance their legs change, making them stumble. Their thighs bloated in size, growing at a rate as if the fat and muscle from their size reduction was returning there. As they grew they gained a womanly curve to them. Malcolm’s thighs stopped changing, while Derek’s continued to grow.
The two clashed again and Malcolm's waist caved in, slimming down the sides and adding a faint figure to his body. The young man held his waist and Thomas could see the changes happening to his waist. Inch by inch disappeared and the lost mass went somewhere else on his body. His hips and thighs gained just a little more as the curve on his body became more apparent. Just as quickly as it came, the process ended and he was left with a slimmer waist that made his hips look wider then they were. It wasn’t the largest change, but it showed the shadow of what would be an hourglass figure forming, especially if things continued at the rate that they were going.
In one quick motion, he nailed Derek in the jaw and then knocked him over. He straddled Derek’s stomach, glaring down at him. The two of them clashed, with Derek protecting his body as best he could from the attacks.
Derek’s stomach changed. The muscles that he had there softening and fading as if wells of fat were piling on his gut. In truth, the muscles that he had there were thinning down as if they were being ground down with a grater. It got smaller and smaller, adding a curve to his body that would have confused many if he still looked as masculine as he did before. When the change was over he had a perfect core that would have had drawn many to gaze upon and admire.
“Uhhh,” Thomas opened his mouth to say something, but the words were lost. The intense anger and focus that they had on the other disturbed him, and worried what would happen if he turned it on them. Would he become the target of their aggression? Especially if it led to him going through the same thing as them.
Derek placed his hands on Malcolm’s hips and forced him off of him. The boy shot to the side and the two delinquents quickly got back up. He got back into a fighting stance and readied himself for whatever might happen next.
The sandy blonde boy's hips shot outward as if a signal had gone off. They just out and gained a few inches, adding to the feminine curve of his changing body. It was only a slight figure, but it was enough to make a difference and add to his slim waist. They would add a delightful sway in in them if he wanted to that would have gotten attention, though at the moment many would have been confused about his gender if they looked at him now.
Derek grinned in success at the progress that he had made, even though he was sure that it didn’t do much. The fact he was able to get one over on him was success in their brawl and every little thing counted in a fight. He rushed forward fully intent on taking advantage of the situation while it was there. He immediately landed a punch on the shorter sandy blonde boy’s lower head that made his eyes widen and the blank look on his face shatter. He stumbled back holding his family jewels, his jaw-dropping slightly. The other changing boy chuckling in victory, smirking at him.
“How does that feel numbnuts?” Derek joked scathingly.
Thomas held back a grimace of the stupid joke. Out of all of the stuff that he could’ve said he went with that? What was he some sort of cheesy villain or bully from a movie?
Derek didn’t respond but it was clear that he was still vexed by what just happened as his manhood changed. His shaft got smaller and his thigh twitched as another layer of sweat came over him that wasn't from the battle. His throat trembled and he gulped down a ball of saliva.
His hands adjusted and held his shrinking masculinity in a way that wouldn’t enforce the pain down below. The shaft of his dick got smaller by the second and he groaned as he did his best to keep his face as blank as possible, knowing that it would only amuse Derek more. Still, the slight shuddering clearly spoke of how much pain that he was in.
His balls slowly got smaller in his hands as they changed like raisins left out in the sun. They continued to get smaller and smaller, making him moan haphazardly. He moved his hands away as the tip of manhood entered his body.
A new moist vagina took its place and warmed his whole body. The new woman gulped and breathed haphazardly through her mouth. A blush adorned her face, standing out like a neon sign on her pale face. Just like Derek had she gulped down the noise that wanted to come out of her throat. Still, despite her efforts, a soft high pitched mewl came from her that sounded like a cat whining.
The moment he pulled his hand away it was clear to Thomas the change what just happened. The young man felt faint as if he was about to pass out the whole hallway spun around him as if he was in some funhouse. He pinched himself and the slight pain told him that he was still awake and that this wasn’t some fever dream that he was having, despite how much he wish that that was the case.
The former young man never noticed the change in her lower anatomy. The rage and aggression in her mind clouding her to what had happened to her. Malcolm glared at Derek hatefully and balled his hands into fists.
Thomas watched knowing that whatever was happening down there was finishing. He wanted nothing more then to lay down somewhere and take a nap. Or hoped that he would finally wake up from this one. He had to be having some sort weird concussion or fantasy from any pain that he was going through. It was the only thing that could make sense.
Malcolm countered with her own punch to the groin that made Derek squealed like a pig. All of the victory that had been on his face was gone in an instant as he fell to his news. Clutching his boys best could, moaning the whole time.
Again Thomas winced, feeling sympathy for the blow. His sympathy vanished though when he remembered what would come next and what he had tried to. He wondered if it would happen again and watched, waiting for the moment that he would move his hands.
In one quick sudden motion, his genitalia entered his body and shifted. A new pair of warm lips formed that were eager for attention. Fluid went out and wetted the front of her pants. She moaned and shimmied in place, clearly resisting the urge to reach down there. She looked at Malcolm with renewed anger and stood up forcing the pain and lust from her changed organs for attention.
“As if he would want some bean pole like you bitch!” Derek cried hatefully, making Thomas flinch. “You got nothing to offer!”
Thomas wondered what she meant by the question. They weren’t talking before this went sideways. Unless getting shoved into a wall was
The pants that she wore melded with the top half of her clothes, forming the beginning of what looked to be a one-piece dress with long sleeves. A large zipper formed down the center of her clothes and grew larger brighter. A fur collar formed that became more prominent and grew larger as the seconds passed. Her shoes grew larger and became black boots.
Derek lifted Malcolm off the ground and forced him against the wall. The way that he was keeping his arms there, allowed her limbs to rub her chest. Malcolm struggled against him and tried to get out. The more she did the more her chest tickled and felt off, as if someone was tacking a feather and tickling her.
Malcolm’s clothes morphed as well. The blue jeans that he wore shrunk and became black shorts that reached the top of her thighs. A white belt appeared and wrapped itself around her waist. Her shrit shrink and became a black singlet that showed off her figure. A black and red jacket formed that hugged her body. A black ribbon formed in her hair, completing the change to her appearance.
Thomas paid rapt attention to the changes that were happening there. Through his loose shirt, he could faintly see the outline of Malcolm’s nipples and knew what would be coming next. His breathing hitched and he could feel some blood rushing down below and tried to fight.
“Remember they were boys, they were boys,” Thomas muttered repeatedly, but it did nothing to stop his admiration of them. They were simply too beautiful, too pretty. Even if they did have horrible attitudes that doesn’t mean that he couldn’t admire them.
He continued to eye, the young woman’s bust as it finished growing. She didn’t have much there and looked to be around the same size as most of the more well-developed girls at their school. Still, she would be getting attention more than most.
“As if he would like someone with so much fat,” Malcolm commented. He reached around and spanked Derek’s ass cheeks as hard as she could. The taller ashen-haired girl jumped in shock as if she had put some medal in an outlet that she was holding.
“Hey stop it you bitch!” Derek cried as she squirmed. She growled with a bright pink flush brightening her face. The taller delinquent tried to fend off Malcolm’s advances, but she just couldn’t do it, and the smaller blonde managed to keep spanking her ass with greater ferocity.
Malcolm’s face remained blank, but continued to spank the other former boy. With every smack on Derek’s ass, her lower cheeks gained a little more girth. They pushed the back of her dress further out. Derek continued to struggle against Malcolm but she didn’t stop, and Thomas could only watch what was happening down there. She had a perfect heart-shaped ass that would be getting stared at by anyone with even a hint of warm blood in them.
Derek was finally able to push her off and panted, her face face darker than it had been not too long ago. She clenched her bottom cheeks and tried to fight how she was feeling down there. She shuddered and her hand unconsciously went there as she stared at her opponent.
“As if you would ever get anyone’s attention with that washboard you call a chest,” Derek insulted with a vindictive smirk on her face. “Guys love a woman with large breasts and you got nothing to show off.”
Malcolm frowned as her nipples perked ever so slightly under her top. Small lumps formed that grew larger by the size like loaves of bread in the oven. They swelled and become small handful B-cup brasts that were barely visible.
“As if he would want whatever you were offering!” Malcolm cried as she started to massage Derek’s chest.
The young woman moaned as her nipples perked underneath her dress and she groaned. Unlike Malcolm’s, Derek grew at a much faster rate. Whereas the blonde’s developing bust was like dough rising in the oven, Derek’s was like a pair of water balloons being filled with a hose.
Derek whimpered the more that she fought against her grasp. Just like when she had been slugged down below she tried to keep reactions to a minimum but it was proving to be harder than that had been. She grabbed Derek’s hands, but all that did was make the sensations from ballooning bosom more pleasing to her.
Just like when Malcolm’s boobs were growing, Thomas watched them, burning the memories of her swelling bust into her brain. They quickly became the size of oranges, and yet they quickly became bigger. Her cleavage became visible as they became the size of apples. Derek’s bust finished growing when it became a huge E-cup that would have put many cantaloupes to shame.
Derek finally managed to push Malcolm off her and stepped back as she put some distance between the two of them. Her bust bouncing as it did. She breathed heavily up and down, her boobs continued to bounce up and down as she did.
Thomas observed the two of them, their pale skin was covered in sweat that made their clothes cling to their bodies. Their frames on perfect display. Thomas found himself getting hard down below as he imagined the girls in steamier scenarios. If it wasn’t for the pure hate that he was feeling from the two of them, he was sure that it might have been possible for them to get together.
“You know what you bitch, why don’t we just have Thomas answer my question?” Derek spat.
Thomas jolted, wondering what she meant. What question did she want to ask? He gulped and asked fearfully. “What question….Derek?”
“Who the hell is Derek? My name is Jeanne….and what do you mean, what question?” Jeanne growled, making Thomas stiffen. “The question of who would you rather go out on a date with?”
“Between you and…,” Thomas started, not sure what to say.
“Artoria,” Malcolm said as she glared at him. She moved up to him and hugged his arm.
“Well who would it be?” Jeanne demanded looking at him expectantly as she shoved Artoria off of her. “Me or this boring bitch?”
Artoria didn’t say anything, but she did narrow her eyes at him. Those golden eyes felt like they could pierce his soul and told him that he should pick her. Her eyes promised pain if he didn’t.
Thomas could only stare at the two as they looked at him expectantly. Their eyes demanded that he answer which one of the two of them that he preferred and if they didn't like what they heard then they would promise pain. He wasn’t sure if the other would protect him depending on his answer.
He couldn't help but feel that he had traded one set of trouble makers for another. Only these trouble makers were far more focused on getting into his pants than he would have liked. Why couldn’t he have the simple school year that he wanted.
