Big Apes on Campus

“You sure you don’t need the head of the music department Dean? You’re tapping your pen there to a pretty good beat. Like in music. So you see how you might want the head of music……instead of science and….football……..cough……”

Dean Davidson continued to tap his pen on his desk. The Dean swiveled his chair slightly so he was now facing just one of the two men standing on the other side of his desk. He had been staring at the empty space between the football team’s Coach Dale Wilke and Prof. Henry Peters, the head of science department. Both men in their late 20’s. Wilke, African American and more muscular and thanks to a pair of short short gym shorts, much more casually dressed than Peters. The Coach wore them as much to make the Dean uncomfortable as he did in trying to get the Professor’s attention. Peters, The science Professor playing up the nerdy stereotype slightly by wearing a faded pink polo shirt and dress pants. Coach Wilke trying not to think too hard about how well he thought the shirt fit the young blonde academic standing next to him. Or how nice his ass filled the back of the pants. As much as he was trying not to guess what the Professor had in the box he was carrying.

With his chair now positioned, Dean Davidson slowly shifted his eyes to meet Coach Wilke. Like an alligator picking which antelope at the lake’s edge to go after.

“Coach Wilke, when I asked you here to discuss the education future of your….’star’…. players, did you bother to think to bring the lads with you?” the Dean asked, his voice dripping in sarcasm and superiority.

“I told Kowalski and Wilson to meet us here after last class. They both know it’s about their low grades and its effect on their continuing on the team. But I’m not their keeper.”

“Ohhhhh, reeaaaaalllllly. Coach Wilke, do you know what my greatest want and desire in the world is?”

“Giving Prof. Peters and me a five minute head start before you hunt us down like animals?”

“Granted, but that’s more of a person desire. I’m talking more as an educator and head of this so-called college. My greatest professional desire is to attend any of the many peer gathering I’m required to go to each year and NOT be the ONLY one without a STUDENT headed for the PROFESSIONAL LEAGUES!!! The best I’ve been able to muster so far is three graduates appearing on three different reality shows in one TV season.”

“Manuel would have done better on Project Runway….and had he not kept using so much bubble wrap instead of cloth.” Prof. Peters said, finding the same thing that Coach Wilke found. It was best to just keep quite.

“We might get him to design some new cheerleading outfits.” The Coach mentioned.

“Really?”

“WILL YOU TWO………..I’ll make this quite simple gentlemen. Like it or not, you ARE NOW the keepers of Kowalski and Wilson. They BOTH are failing science and must continue on in athletics without issue. You will make sure their grades are up to levels that allow them to play in each and every game. WHILE AT THE SAME TIME making sure they are not overly burdened with school work. They are to be happy and entertained as not to bring any stress onto the playing field while also being kept out of trouble. You will see that they graduate and are set for major professional careers. Is that understood?”

“You’re asking a lot here Dean…”

“IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?!??!”

The two men shouting YES SIR was joined by what ever was in the Professor’s box chirping as if it felt the need to respond too. Knowing the meeting was over the two men left the office and all but ran down the hallway before stopping to take a deep breath.

“Well we’re up shit’s creek.” Coach said leaning against the handrail in the stairway.

“Maybe not, maybe not.” The Professor said as what ever was in his shoe box chirped again.

“What’s in there?”

“Oh.” Peters said opening the box to reveal a rather large bullfrog. “Terwilliger, one of my better lab specimens. He’s been ill so I thought it best to keep him with me to better watch over him.”

“OK, person in his throat, turning green how can you tell, if he dies froggy went a croakin’, bad frog joke. Let’s get that over with. Now, what was this about us maybe not being screwed?”

“Froggy went a croakin’….like the old song…because croak is a slang term for ‘die’ and it’s the sound a frog makes…yes I see, very good.” Prof. Peters said laughing to himself as if this was the first joke he’d ever heard. Wilke found it nothing short of endearing. “Yes, well. We’re working on something BIG in the science club. I mean BIG. MAJOR presentation tomorrow to a Board with hopes of a Grant that will fund years of research. Go get…..who is it Kowalski and Wilson, right? Go get them and bring them by the science auxiliary lab…” the Professor said securing the top to the box again.

“You mean the Girl’s In-Door Volleyball court that’s been condemned.” Coach Wilke said checking his watch.

“Right. That’s where we’re set up. We’ll find SOMETHING for them to do. Their names get attached to the project. If we get the Grant and they get enough extra credit science points so that even if they NEVER show up to class again, THEY STILL PASS!!”

“BRILLIANT” Wilke yelled and grabbed Professor Peters by the shoulders. Surprised at finding a more solid build under the polo shirt than the Coach figured he’s find. While both men were grinning ear to ear there was also an uneasy silence between the two men that lasted a bit too long. “Almost like we had a moment there.”

“A moment of what?” the Professor said still being as dim as ever to the attraction the Coach had for him.

“Uuuhhhhhhhh…..what were we talkin’ about? Oh yea, the guys. I’ll bring them by as soon as I track them down.” Coach Wilke said heading off. Hoping he gave the impression that he was on a mission. Knowing that even a man with skin as dark as his could still be caught blushing when it’s as strong as he was blushing right then.

Coach Wilke wasn’t 100% sure where his two ‘star’ football players were. But he knew it would be easy to track them down. Friday afternoon. School shutting down for the weekend. People would be setting up for either a Frat or Dorn parties. Still early enough in the school year that most of the students tended to hang out and get wasted instead of trying to catch their grades up yet. So all Coach Wilke had to do is start at the most popular hang out places and work his way down the College pecking order till he found which party his boys were getting loaded at.

There was some negotiating with the two players before they got moving. The guys wanted to party that weekend but promised to meet with the Science club on Monday. Coach countered with that if they didn’t get a move on he was going to rip their heads off and bark down their throats like a dog. They went with the Coach’s offer. To an extent the Coach was thinking about what would be best for the boys. Their performance in college would be their best shot at getting into the professional leagues. Even if it was only indoor arena football, it was something.

While still young the Coach found himself rather protective of his players, not like a Dad as much as an older brother. There was something more going on in wanting things to work out OK for himself and the Professor. He had no real idea why, but the Coach was just so incredibly attracted to the guy. Coach Wilke kept his gay side on the back burner 99% of the time so normally he wouldn’t even think of playing the games he had to get Professor Davis’ attention. He normally didn’t even go for the non- athletic type, although the Prof seemed to have a little something something going on under those polo shirts. And the coach had to admit he usually didn’t go for white guys, better yet a guy this blonde. It was just….. it was just that Professor Davis was the ultimate science geek that was both so smart he didn’t have a clue to how sexy he was, which made it all the sexier.. The coach hated using the term ‘adorable’ when thinking of a man he had this bad a
case of the hots for, but there was no other term that fit.

But along with the personal side, he was also thinking about his career, and the Professor’s. They were both too young to be the head of their departments even at a bottom of the barrel school like the one they taught at. Even with having to deal with a obsessive nut like the Dean, it was still too great an opportunity. If they had any success their on the field and in the lab, it would be a stepping stone to a real position at a real school. And maybe this was their year to get out of the place.

As the Coach had mentioned, the girl’s volleyball building had been somewhat condemned over a decade before. Not condemned enough that it needed to be torn down, but a notably rough game of volleyball might have brought the rafters on everyone’s head. It had been used in the meantime as a meeting place, such as for the science club. As long as they didn’t shake the place up too much.

Luckily while the building was the farthest away from the main school, it was on the edge of the campus, closest to the dorms and frats. So it didn’t take the three men long to enter the back door of the old building. And for the coach’s heart to sink some. He should have known. All that time thinking they were going to be part of some Mad Scientist type experiment that would put the school on the map. Only to find Professor Davis and two of his Science Club students standing around a table with a giant rose bush on it.

“What the fuck it this Coach? Kind of, you know, fruity playing with flowers.” Kowalski, the larger of the two football players said. It could be noted that he was the dumber of the two also, but then Kowalski was dumber than most of the students in general so it was hard to know where to stop comparing him.

“You’ll do what ever they want, you’ll learn as much as you can, and then you’ll get to play football again. Just keep the fruity talk to yourself as well as any other thought that comes into the tiny little mind of your Kowalski. You got any problem dealin’ with flowers, Wilson?” the Coach asked the slightly smaller but much wider tackle.

“No Coach.” The black wide tackle said, his forehead beading up with sweat as he tried to brush off a panic attack of Kowalski screwing up their football careers.

“Good answer.”

As they got closer to the table Professor Davis saw the men, light up and pulled himself away from his notes to meet them.

“Glad you made it guys. Pretty cool, huh?” The Professor said greeting them with a wide proud smile on his face.

“Ummmmm, yea?” the Coach said trying not to feed his two players under whelmed reactions.

“Yea I know, hard to understand what you’re seeing without the background. Come on over and I’ll give you the tour. You guys know my team, Hong Dan and John Creet?” the Professor asked the two football players, referring to the much thinner and better dressed young me standing near the computers and equipment set up.

“Yea, right.” Kowalski laughed, nudging Wilson in the rips.

“Well good.” The Professor said not getting the sarcasm.

“He meant….anyway, what is this Henry, you create some new type of Miracle Gro plant food?” the coach said, hoping the use of the Professor’s first name would show a bit of friendliness.

“No, no, much more than that is going on. OK, first thing you should know. Do not, and I mean DO NOT get in front of the light’s beam. Not an arm, not a hand, not a finger.” Professor Davis said pointing to a large spotlight type lamp that was pointed towards the base of the odd looking huge rose bush. Almost as if on queue Kowalski reached his hand out only to be slapped back by the Coach.

“How to put this…how to put this…” the Professor said looking at his work and then the men how had joined him. “Well, this plant, looks weird, doesn’t it? Kind of the biggest rose plant you’re ever seen?” getting an agreeable nod from the athletes he continued. “That’s because this plant is now how it appeared millions of years ago, in pre pre pre – prehistoric times. Before the dinosaurs walked around getting stuck on it’s giant thorns. And it’s the beam of light that triggers the slide back along its evolutionary path. Kind of like peeling the layers on an onion till you get to the core. The beam takes the object’s DNA back down the ladder of time to how it’s ancestors would have been.”

“That’s kind of amazing.” The Coach said getting a better look at the planet while remembering to stay far enough back. “How….does that actually work?”

“That’s the best part. We have no idea!!” the Professor said breaking out in a big grin. “There was always the theory that all life forms retained the info of each stage of evolution, each different family branch that was added to the DNA mix. Sort of like a store house of blueprints. It’s like….well have you ever had a family member that looked like they didn’t belong to the current group. Either lighter or darker skin, different hair color, taller or shorter than everyone else? Then in looking at the family tree you find that great great Auntie Matilda looked just like this person?”

“You mean like on the Partridge Family, how Danny had red hair but Keith and Laurie were brunettes and the two younger kids were blondes?” the Coach asked.

“I think Danny was a red head because that’s how the show was cast. But, in theory, yes that works!!” the Professor said happy that they were getting closer to understanding. “It’s because way back in his DNA blueprints, Danny still had the info for red hair. And that’s what’s happening here. We’re turning back the clock so to speak, going through the layers of blueprints that have been added to the plant’s DNA stack through millions of years of cross pollination and adaptation. To the point we have this prehistoric rose bush growing.”

“But you have no idea how?”

“None at all. Well, a little, but that’s why we need the grants and financing. To do more research. I mean, can you keep a secret?” the Professor said pulling the coach away from the students to talk quietly. “There’s no way we have enough computer power to run this. Creet over there, bit of a computer geek genius. We’re sort of……..stealing all the power through some shady hook ups he’s been able to create on line. A few back door code words and the Coca Cola company will never know how big a help they’ve been.”

“It’s like you’ve gone all rebel Henry.” The Coach said, once again finding the man too cute for words.

“I know. So exciting.”

“How can my guy’s help beside stand around and scratch their asses? WILSON!!” the Coach said, getting Wilson to stop doing that very thing.

“Yes, so glad you showed up. As I said, anything that gets in the way of the light beam starts the path backwards. We have done out best to weed out any other life forms. But you never know. At the power level we have things set now, it doesn’t change things with a ‘boom’ it can take some time. But something could be in the dirt there, hanging around the roots. Some little bug, some little amoeba that’s just soaking up the rays and might not be as benign in its early life form as it is now. Plus, there’s nothing keeping any small creature from crawling along the floor and into the way of the beam. Oh, I know, there’s no containment field.”

“Like on Star Trek.” The Coach replied.

“Right! I can’t do sitcom references but the Sci Fi geek ones, they’re covered. What your guys can do is take these baseball bats, keep an eye on the area and make sure nothing nasty starts to crawl out on the attack.” The Professor said handing the two big football players some well used baseball bats.

“You got that guys?” the Coach asked, finally happy to see where this was going. “You might get to hit things.”

“Cool.” The two athletes said staring at the bats then beginning to check the area, as if desperate for a giant bug to kill.

“I don’t think there could have been a better way to include them in this. Brilliant, just brilliant.” The Coach whispered to the Professor.

“Creet and Dan are smarter than 5 other students put together, but there would be no way they’d be able to handle any creature that might get de-evolved due to that ray. Spider crawled across the floor when we were setting up and they screamed like little girls. We shouldn’t be too long today. Just need a couple of hours of observation to get ready for tomorrow. Hey, you don’t think there will be a problem getting those two back tomorrow for the presentation. I think that would cement their involvement in the project in the eyes of the academic staff.”

“I’ll drag them here myself. Hey..” The coach said looking behind him at a table along the far wall. “That coffee semi fresh? Mind if I help myself? Been a long day.”

“Go right ahead. If it’s still liquid could you pour me a cup? I better go see where we stand with the calculated results as compared to the actuals.”

“Sure.” Coach Wilke said sort of knowing what the Professor was talking about for once.

On the far table, along with a couple of laptops that were humming along, the Coach found an old coffee maker and half a pot boiling away. Taking a whiff of the contents it seemed like it still might be drinkable, if a little condensed. But that would make it only stronger. He was just thinking of turning around and asking the Professor if he’d like a fresher cup when the commotion happened.

The Coach’s back was to the action, so he would never know exactly what happened. Only be able to piece things together from the sound. The sudden call of ‘Watch out!’, though he wasn’t sure who said it. The rattling sound. The sound of things falling. The mad rush of footsteps. Unmistakable sound of baseball bats splintering wood. And that odd sound of a frog croaking just before the explosion and all the smoke that filled the room instantly. An explosion so strong if knocked the Coach into the table he was facing, and blinded him like someone took the world’s biggest flash picture. Even though is back was turned to it. The flash was just that strong.

His eyes clearing and waving away the smoke, the Coach turned around to see what was going on. But the smoke was still filling the room near where the experiment had been going on, and the lights used were no longer shining. He started taking a few tentative steps in the direction everyone had been standing in when something over his head became clear through the smoke. Towering above him was what appeared to be a tree growing to the roof of the building. A tree covered in foot long thorns. And a giant rose blossom on the top. As he got closer still, mesmerized by the fantastic plant that had grown almost instantly, the Coach began to make out its roots. Giant knotted roots that dug through the floor of the building and ended at the trunk of the tree, but were still taller than he was at 6’3”. The tree had to be at least 5 to 6 feet in circumference, with most of the vine like roots being anywhere from a foot to two feet thick. This had to be the same rose bush that was growing on the table, but what happened to make it so big? The Professor said they had the power on low so nothing could grow too fast?

The smoke was beginning to clear quicker. The Coach saw that the back of the building had been blown off. The smoke must have been going out that way. Still trying to get his eyes to adjust, the Coach heard a rustle on the floor and saw something move through the smoke. It was large. About the size of a large dog. But fatter, closer to the ground. Could someone have let a pig in the room?

Through the smoke a long pink rope like object suddenly lashed out and wrapper itself tightly around the coach’s lower legs. Squeezing them together with incredible strength. He immediately lost balance, fell to the floor, and found the slimy rope around his legs getting tighter, then beginning to drag him into the smoke. Closer to whatever the rope was attached to. Coach grabbed onto some of the rose tree’s roots to keep from moving, only to have what ever was in the smoke jump forward.

Now he could see what was attacking him. A frog thing the size of a coffee table. A huge frog creature that had its long tongue wrapped around his legs. It wasn’t a slimy rope wrapped around his legs, but a giant frog’s tongue!! It’s skin gleaming with slime. It’s eyes focusing in on him, quite literally as if the Coach was nothing more than his prey. Bigger than any frog he had ever seen, must have been three or four feet high, even in it’s sitting position. Most of it was mouth. Maybe not big enough to swallow the Coach in gulp, but the frog creature looked like it wouldn’t have any trouble taking a few big bites out of the coach to get the job done. The creature seemed to adjust it’s stance, the steady itself, then with a massive yank, all but reeled the Coach in till the athletic black man was at it’s feet.

That’s when something else came out of the smoke. Even though it moved quickly the Coach could make out what the object was. A huge hand wrapped around a baseball bat. A hand so big as to almost dwarf the wooden bat. A hand that didn’t use the bat as most people would, to hit the frog creature in the head. But a hand big enough to use the bat as a dagger and thrust it through the frog’s skull in a single motion, till it come out the other end, killing it instantly. Not that this stopped what ever was holding the bat from stabbing the frog creature in the skull again and again like a piston.

The first thing the coach noticed about the creature who’s hand had killer the demon frog was that it was male. No mistaking that. The hung thick dick hanging out the torn shred of what looked like had once been pants was uncut, almost roped in veins from where the base disappeared under a jungle of curly pubic hair down to it’s purple head dripping precum out of the foreskin. Not quite as big at the bat it was using to continually piece the frog’s skull, but close enough to make the comparison valid. This ………man, if it could be considered human, wasn’t incredibly tall, maybe slightly shorter than the Coach, but twice as wide at the shoulders. And bound by so many muscles Coach Wilke was surprised he could move. The fur on the groin was nothing as compared to the matt of fur on his cheat. So thick it masked the skin on the heavy hanging pecs that moved in and out as the man breathed deeply from it’s exhaustive beating of the frog. Getting an even clear
er view the Coach saw some strange differences between the man’s arms and legs. The legs looked a big too much on the small size for the rest of the body. Certainly muscled enough that he would have no trouble supporting his massive weight, but still obviously too short. And maybe a little bowed. The arms were the opposite, almost too long. Hands where HUGE but that included far too long fingers off a far too long furry forearm. His biceps were bigger than his head, also etched with thick veins, and one of the few places the hair did not cover. The tongue of the frog demon had long gone limp and released the coach’s legs, yet the man kept stabbing away.

It was the face, that grinning face that really shocked the Coach. The ridge along the eyebrow was the most obvious feature that said something was wrong. Eyes set back in the head to be lost in the shadow of the brow. Cheekbones so prominent that a Supermodel would kill for them. Jaw wide, strong to the point of being cartoonish and covered in a beard stubble that looked as coarse as sandpaper. Mass of curly hair, not quite brown, with a few blonde streaks. At first the coach thought the hair might have been done in loose dreadlocks, but the hair was just long, past the guy’s shoulders, matted and clung together. The Coach noting someone this, well, ethnic looking would not usually sport blonde hair. Not that his skin color was as dark as the Coach’s, just darker than most blondes would normally have.

It was then that the Coach thought, is this what everyone else thought when he himself walked in the room? Was this what it was like to not be the biggest guy in the room?

Suddenly the beast of a man stopped hammering the frog with that bat. He let the bat stay stuck in the frog creature’s head. Giving the impression of an odd Excalibur waiting to be pulled out of it’s stone. With a wide grin he held his hand out for the Coach. Unsure of what the intention at first, then realized the man beast wanted to help the coach up on his feet.

“Coach OK?” it said in a deep rumble of a voice. “NOW froggy went a croakin’”

The huge man must have seen the look on the coach’s face. That look of total bewilderment, shock and maybe more than a little fear. As the Coach was trying to figure out what was going on the large man appeared to see his outstretched hand, as if it was the first time he had ever seen that hand. Despite how brutish his face was the wave of childlike surprise then his own shocked expression.

“What the hell is this?” The brute said, reaching his other hand up and seemingly trying to brush something off his other hand. Trying to remove it’s outer covering of thick leather like skin and arm hair long enough to be considered flowing. Then when he saw both hands were identical he stretched them out in front of him for a full view. Then started looking at the rest of his body, as if it was the first time he had ever seen it. “Coach Wilke……Dale!! Dale what happened?!? What go on!!?? Oh my god NO!!” his voice thundered even more.

With a dead frog demon at his feet and a ape like muscle beast that killed it freaking out hovering over him, Coach Wilke thought of scooting back some and making a run for it. Till he saw the remnants of a torn pink polo shirt collar hanging off the brute’s neck. Just like the one the Professor had been wearing. Professor Peters who the Coach had made the Froggy joke with a couple of hours ago.

“Professor….is that you?” he said quietly as he got up off the floor.

“Yes!! Yes…..Me think so…I mean yes, I…I think so but what….what’s happened… hard to think….LOOK AT ME…what’s happened to me Dale!!!” This new version of the Professor said holding his arms out in front of him. Seeing the massive growth that has taken place in seconds. The huge biceps. The hairy forearms. Giant hands with fingers that looked longer than they were before.

“I’m not sure. You look……really big. And your face, it’s kind of…….don’t want to say.”

“DALE SPEAK!!!” the now brutish science Professor yelled, grapping the Coach by his shoulders, squeezing them in his huge hands.

“You’re not green but I’d say you’re as Hulked out as someone can get and still be….pretty much human……with a little cave man thrown in…”

“The……that explosion…..something go wrong and there was an explosion…must have boosted power with no dampeners on…...OH MY GOD…IF THIS HAPPENED TO ME THEN……….DALE…….THE BOYS!!!”

Forgetting momentarily that the Professor was now three sizes bigger than he used to be, all but naked and covered in fur like body hair, the two men sprang into action searching the area. The Professor even using his new musculature to rip apart some of the prehistoric rose three’s roots to make sure their students weren’t trapped in it’s maze of tendrils.

“Nothing!” The Professor shouted and he filled over a table to look underneath. “It couldn’t have turned them into the early basic protoplasm of life, could it?”

“Normal speech is kicking in when it needs to. Nice to know you’ve still got your brain in there. Wait, wait….what’s this?” the Coach said following something on the floor. Slowly he made his way to the giant hole in the back wall of the building. “Professor, here in the grass and mud.”

Heading away from the building were four sets of oddly shaped footprints. The Coach was nothing like a hunter or a tracker, but he could see the wide footprint and the long prehensile toes mimicked in the mud just like the Professor was now sporting.

“They ran off. God knows where. If they still have their faculties like you do...” The Coach started.

“Coach I don’t. The way me kill frog. OH MY GOD THAT WAS TWILLIGER!!!! I brutally murdered my favorite lab animal!!”

“Who was going to eat me so, don’t get too upset.”

“Yes but, when I did it. It was this incredible URGE. Something took over. Not that I lost control, but that it felt completely natural. Maybe some base instincts have been brought up to the fore. Which means that even if the boys remember who they are, they might not care.” The Professor said looking worried out over the street and the rows of Frat hoses and Dorm buildings that faced them.

“Teenage boys already letting their dicks do the thinking for them…and now!! Meaning it’s Friday night and we might have just unleashed four party animals on an unsuspecting town. Emphasis on the ANIMAL!! Come on, we’ve got to go find them before they get into too much trouble!!!” the Coach said starting to head off into the night.

“Me no can go like this!!”

“What? Oh yea, no foolin’. Might be something in the lost and found box and found back at the Coach’s offices but no time to get over there.” Coach Wilke said trying to think of a way to cover the Professor’s sudden girth. “Shit, this might work.” The Coach said fumbling with his belt and dropping his shorts to the ground.

“What you do Coach?”

“My shorts aren’t going to fit you but there might be enough stretch in my boxer briefs to get them covering your ass and dick. Won’t be by much but, you should technically be dressed. And these are fresh today so, not like you’re wearing really dirty underwear…”

The Coach stepped out of his shorts and quickly pulled down his black briefs. Wishing he had worn his usual Coaching shorts so that he would have worn his usual boxer briefs under them. As it was, all he had to offer were a thin pain of square cut black briefs. He’d hoped to one day have the Professor see him in these shorts. Not really like this though. With out really looking up at the transformed Professor he held them high in one hand while fishing around on the floor for his shorts. At first the Coach thought the warm breeze that suddenly started blowing against his bare flesh was coming form the giant hole in the wall. But noticing the Prof hadn’t taken the clothing the Coach looked up to see the ape like teacher glaring down at him, breathing very heavily. His dick at full mast and oozing out the tip.

“Damn it Henry. Down boy!!!.”

“Me not help it. I know we have to go and we have to find the boys but, the way you look….so great…so hard….so brown….it just feels so….”

“You’ll never be able to get these over….and we don’t have time….fine. Not like I haven’t been trying to do this for the past year or so anyway.” The Coach said grabbing the Professor’s huge dick and started jacking him off.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting’ you off. The sooner this goes down the sooner we can hide it and leave. Don’t know any other way to get you soft…..well maybe a couple of other ways but no time for that…..not now anyway.” The Coach said no believing the huge cock he had in his hand. The shaft was solid rock, the skin like soft leather and the veins crossing it like the cable wires hooked up to his TV. Most of all, he couldn’t believe the cock was getting even bigger the more he stroked. Knowing of the Professor’s inherent shyness the Coach began to worry that this would be too embarrassing for the man. But in looking up to check how the Professor was doing, the Coach saw the return of the animal who killed the frog.

The gleam in the eyes was that of ownership. No other way to read it. Like a hound dog who came home from a hunt to find his bitch in heat. The mouth began to smile, but not a solely happy smile. The right side exposing teeth that were no longer the perfect pearly whites that used to flash when a laugh was given. From his years of coaching, and having some of his boys lose a few in games, Dale Wilke knew those were called ‘canines’. And they certainly looked like they belonged to one.

At the back of his head the Coach felt the Professor’s huge hand start stroking his hair. Almost as suddenly though, without warning, he felt his head being pushed forward, down, till his lips met the flesh of the cock he was stroking off. As shocking as that was, the Coach found himself even more shocked at not even taking a moment’s hesitation before he began working his mouth feverously on the shaft. Kissing it. Licking it. Tasting the odd spiced flavor it had. Running his tongue over the veins that roped around it. Hearing that what ever the Professor was now grunt with approval.

Which made the Coach look up again. Into the eyes of the beast. And the pupils that went wide right as the creature shot its load. The Coach tried to catch some in his mouth, but the shock of the sudden spray, most of it just hit him in the face.

“I’ll take care of that.” The Professor said leaning down, his long thick tongue coming out of his mouth, resting for a second against the Coach’s cheek and beginning to lick up the excess cum. The tongue was rough but used as some as a lover caress against the sweaty rich brown skin of the Coach. “Oh,….my god….I’m sorry…” the Professor said coming back a bit more to his old self.

“I’m not.” The Coach said quietly, getting off his knees. “Here, try to pull these up.” He said handing the Prof the briefs. At the Professor carefully pulled them up both men were happy that they stay in one piece and covered some. Even if the square of black fabric across his groin made the Professor look like a photo that had been censored. Which in a way, he had been.

The Coach ran to the large opening in the side wall to see if there was any sign of the boys. Any commotion he could hear off in the distance. Hell, any police sirens that might lead them to where the boys were.

“Think I heard some stitches snap, but they’re on.” He heard the Professor say behind him.

Turning around he saw that, in a strange way, no wearing the ultra tight briefs, the Prof looked a bit more human. The clothing took the animal edge off the image. “Those leave nothing to the imagination but at least you’ve got some clothes on. I saw we start with Frat row, what do you think?”

“Me not thinking so good. You go, I go.”

The coach started off in a run, thinking that the Prof should be able to keep up. He was right. And then some. Soon running next to him was the large animal shaped man he’d just sucked off. His newly grown masses of hair blowing in the wind as the ran. The Prof suddenly picking up steam as he leaned forward, pressed his knuckles into the ground and swung his legs under him to propel himself forward. Not unlike how an ape would. Soon the coach, who would shock his players by out running them in training camp, was trying to keep up.

Back in the destroyed room the two men had been in, silence took over. No lights had been left on so the darkness gave a calmness one would not have expected possible from the commotion that had recently overtaken the place. In the maze of the roots some of the computer equipment hummed along not needing any attention. It was running on automatic. With a small clock quietly counting down.

‘10H34M10S’…..’10H34M09S’…….’10H34M08S’

It was only a few blocks over to what the small college town called their ‘fraternity row’. It was later enough that the Friday night parties had started, but not late enough for them to be in full swing yet.

“I’m only guessing but I would think the sudden appearance of four giant Neanderthal like party animals would cause some more commotion that not. You heard anything that would sound out of the ordinary?” The Coach asked.

“Me part caveman now, not part dog. You not see me run?”

“Saw you run past me and keep up a pace I’d kill for. Going to have to teach me that trick. Well…..lets walk down the street, keep it cool, like we’re just hanging out, try not to…….attract ……attention…..” The Coach said looking at the huge ape man Professor, with his heaving chest from running so far, fur covered body and ultra tight boxer briefs, made slightly translucent from all the sweat.

“You’re kidding, right?” the Professor asked, cocking an eyebrow. “You go down street, I’ll take the back alley. Blow whistle if you see them. I’ll call out. Once we find them lets get them back to the lab. I’ve got to run some test to see just how human we still are.”

“Good idea.” The Coach said as the Prof turned away. “Hang in there buddy.” He said giving the Prof what he thought would be a supportive slap on the ass like he gave his players. Felt like he could have broken his hand on those rock solid glutes.

When the Coach hit the first house, he found that he wasn’t sure what to ask about. For one thing, sort of an unwritten rule that faculty was never to go to the frat houses. Mainly, how to ask if the kids had seen several large hairy drooling naked anthropoids that sort of resembled their classmates. The best he could come up with was asking if they’d seen some guy who looked really……foreign. The Coach was good at thinking on his feet out on the sidelines of the football field. But this wasn’t that.

Something about the third house he came upon that made his inner warning bells go off. Like the shrub in the front lawn uprooted. The front screen door off its hinges. And when he entered the house, the turned over couch and the cries from the kitchen area that “Those guys emptied the keg!!!” Taking a couple of steps towards the back area the Coach stopped in his tracks and raced upstairs when he heard the sudden low moan and animalistic cry from the upper part of the house.

Hoping he wouldn’t find a recreation of the Murders in the Rue Morgue the Coach checked the few open doors but headed to the one closed door at the end of the hall. The moans were coming from inside. Finding it locked the Coach took a step back and gave the door a kick that got it swinging almost off its hinges too.

Really didn’t expect to find what he found.

What appeared to be the hulking mass that was now Ted Wilson, his best tackle, laying on a bed with the Coach’s semi star quarterback Jeffrey Carson lowering his ass up and down on Wilson’s thick black cock. Wilson was huge before but now he borderlined on monster. His hand wrapped around Carson’s legs near the waist. As if they were the size of a baseball bat, not the well-built legs of a college quarterback. Wilson had always spent more time beefing up his chest than he really needed for his position on the team. Now that solid masses of pecs rose so far off him the coach doubted Wilson could see over them to even get that much of a view of his teammate he was fucking. Like the Prof , Wilson’s brow was larger, forehead slopped back a bit more, squarer chin, but it was still obviously Wilson.

While on the other bed, actually standing up on the other bed, chest pressed against the wall, ass stick up and out, what looked like what had once been petite Hong Dan, now as brutishly large as Wilson, was getting his butt plowed by one of the guys on the wrestling team. Dan before had been a stick figure of a computer geek. Now all the Coach could think was how the guy was almost as wide at the shoulders as he was tall. Hands that once glided along a keyboard were thicker, fingers blunted, all but gripping into the plaster on the wall to keep himself steady as he got fucked. The mass of muscle growth in his legs, arms and back so even that it almost squared off his body. Unlike Wilson’s hair that seemed to recede some, Dan’s grew out longer than the Prof’s. Much longer. A waterfall of black hair that was plastered to his broad back due to all the sweat. Sweat that continued to trickle down his back into the two square rock solid mounds of his very hairy ass that has a cock going in and out of the middle of it.

Everyone obviously enjoying the ride….until they say the coach standing there in the doorway with his mouth gaping open.

“This isn’t what it looks like Coach” Carson said as he continued to let Wilson pull his hips down over and over again onto his cock.

“How is this not EXACTLY what it looks like?”

“Umm, you’re not allowed in here Coach.” Carson said making another attempt to extend his fucking.

“BREAK IT UP!!!!!!”

That finally got to the boys pulled apart as quick as they could. There was some embarrassed shuffling as Carson and the wrestler grabbed their clothes to get dressed.

“You’re not going to tell anyone we were doing this, are you Coach?”

“Jeff, I’m not going to say anything to anyone. Except maybe that we all noticed you were the first into the showers and the last to leave after practice a LONG time ago. And nothing I could say would change anyone’s mind about what they already know about the wrestling team. Good chance people already know this is going on anyway. Go back to your party, I have to get the boys out of here.”

“Who are these guys anyway Coach Wilke.” The wrestler asked.

“You don’t know?”

“Wasn’t the type of night where names were exchanged.” He said beginning to laugh, with Carson joining him.

“Uhhhh…..new players. Transfer students. European transfer students. Just got off the plane. Yea, that’s it. Later.” The Coach said hustling the two out of the room. “As for you two…..look, do you know who you are? Do you know what’s happened.”

“We know who we are Coach. We’re the shit!!” Wilson said giving a high five to Dan. Both boys were at least as large as the Professor, maybe Wilson being a bit larger. Neither was as hairy. They had the longer arms, the huge chests, the pronounced brows and square chins. Both still sort of looked like the late teens they were just an hour or two before, just more like caveman caricatures. “As for what happened….who cares!!! If you suddenly found yourself with muscles like this and a dick that almost reached your knees…wouldn’t you want to get some?”

The Coach could smell the beer of both the guy’s breath. They must have downed more than a few before they headed upstairs. “So you guys don’t think there’s anything odd with suddenly looking like this and thinking of nothing else but getting laid?” the Coach asked.

“Coach, we’re guys, we’re always thinking about getting laid. Only difference tonight was, it was a lot easier. Have you ever been fucked Coach, it’s really fun!” Dan said with a complete air of innocents that could not be missed.

“Lordy. Time to saddle up Cowboys. Get dressed in…something, wrap these sheets around yourselves. The Professor is looking for Kowalski and Creet. You don’t know where they are do you?”

“They were with us some of the way, but haven’t sent hem in a while.” Wilson said taking a blanket and trying it around his waist. He knotted it in front but that unfortunately left his now even larger black cock hang free and draw more attention to it. The Coach reached out and turned the blanket to the side so that, hopefully both his dick and ass would be covered. “You guys….stand up straight. You’re kind of hunched over.”

Both guys suddenly stood up straighter, making them seem less primate like. For some reason though, it struck the Coach as looking less natural. With both of the guys as set as they were going to be, he lead them down the stairs and started to the front door, still away from the party in back. Only to hear what could only be the Professor’s voice calling them from far in back of the property. Seeing that a graceful exit wasn’t going to happen the coach lead them through the crowd of party animals towards the back of the yard. The guys got high fives, beers to down, which they did in a single gulp, and a few chest bumps. As much as they guys looked like their prehistoric ancestors, the other students were accepting them as is.

Out the back gate into the large alley in back of the houses, the guys got farther away noise and closer to the shouts of “COACH!!!” They picked up their pace through the dark alley, passing the back of house after house till they say the Professor and a couple of shapes under a street light. Strangely the light seemed to be shaking.

It wasn’t till they all got closer that they could tell why. The Kowalski brute was vigorously fucking the Creet brute, who was holding onto the street light to steady himself. Both so lost in the action that they didn’t even seem to acknowledge the Professor who was screaming at them to stop.

Creet had been the most, if there’s a good word for it, basic of the students before the accident. Not big guys like the two footballers, but not a thin nerd like Dan either. But the accident had left ‘basic’ long behind on Creet now. Something in his past genetic make up has triggered the body hair gene even more than it had of the other guys. Furry was the word now for this science wonder kid. Chest, arms, legs, back, even creeping up his neck from his chest so that the body hair really started around his cheeks and worked downward to his toes. Still, even under all the hair the group could see the outbreak of muscles that had come with the change. It was just that the guy was going to save a lot on coats to keeps those muscles warm in the winter time.

Kowalski though….. all the Coach could think was that Kowalski didn’t look so much like Conan the Barbarian as he did some creature that Conan might have fought in the comics the coach read while growing up. He gained mass, he gained height, he gained fur, and from what the Coach could tell by getting a closer look, gained a couple of pointy canine teeth that were sticking up from his lower lip. Maybe that was just part of his ‘sex face’. The look in his eyes was the same the Prof had when the coach was sucking him off, only 100 fold. Kowalski was in his own world right now, driven by a primal urge that probably came more naturally to him now than speech. If he could still speak. He was only doing grunts right now.

“I can’t get them to stop!!!” The Professor said as the others joined them.

“Looking good Prof!!!” Dan said taking in the new dimensions of his teacher.

“You guys are huge too. The ray must have hit all of us.” he said checking out Dan and Wilson. “I think Kowalski outdoes us all though.” He said nodding his head to the huge creature, covered in sweat and grunting like an animal as he fucked the only slightly smaller former science student.

“Maybe since he was more of a throwback to begin with, he got thrown back farther.” Dan said as the two men started snorting with laughter.

“HELLO!!! I know it’s harder for you all to do but can we FOCUS here!!! We’ve got to get them to break this up before it draws too much attention. As in ANY attention.” The Coach said trying to pry the two teems apart.

“I tried that. They’re stuck together…..like dogs.” The Professor said waving his huge hand in front of Kowalski’s face, trying to get this attention.

“Thanks for that mental image. Maybe…..you two take Creet, the Prof and I will take Kowalski, maybe we can pull them apart.”

“Tried that too. Creet try bite Professor.” The Prof said slipping back.

“Well we can’t just let them fuck all night. Creet sounds like he’s in some major kind of pain.”

“I don’t know Coach” Wilson said studying Creet’s face. Noticing the edges of his mouth going up in a smile, the long stream of saliva dripping down his chin onto his chest. “This guy’s feeling something, but it’s not pain.”

“And his dick is pretty hard. Even dripping some. Don’t think he could get a hard dick if he was in pain.” Dan added.

“Me know me can’t,” Wilson said, the two large ape boys starting to chuckle.

“We’re in hell.” The Coach said turning to the Professor, only to find the Prof’s shorts straining under the growth of his newly enlarged dick. “You too!!!”

“It’s the smell. They smell like sex. Hard to think of anything else….” The Prof said absentmindedly beginning to rub his crotch. The Coach knew he had to do something before the Prof’s mind literally went absent all together.

“Ok…..Ok……..OK……..No I thought I was having a brain aneurism there but it’s going away. Look…you said they were stuck like dogs. See if anyone has a water hose in their back yard, maybe we can turn it on them and the cold water……”

The Coach never got to complete his thought. Not when the first police cars turned down at the far end of the alley. Then the other two are the closer end where the coach was thinking of getting the guys to run. Light flashing. Spotlights suddenly turned so the fucking machine of Kowalski and Creet were bathed in harsh lights.

“Remember when I said we were in hell? I was wrong. Yea, NOW we’re in hell.”

The Coach tried his best, wove a story about transfer students, trying to pass the Prof off as their trainer, long plane ride from Europe, different customs. But it was not good. And the Professor trying to help made things worse. The excitement, the panic they were all going through, threw the changed group even father back into primate thinking mode. Resulting in one word sentences that in some way helped the coach’s story be more believable, but made them all come off as even more dangerous. The police seemed to buy the idea that they were new students, but the smell of beer on some of their breaths also gave them the idea that the Coach wasn’t doing too good a job of watching over them. At least hitting Kowalski with the Tazer got him to shoot his load and end the fuck fest.

Things were worked out a bit more at the police station. Luckily being a small college town there were finally some on the force that knew the Coach and would listen. The best he could get away with was having the lot of them locked up for the night, till things calmed down in the morning. When they would call the Dean.

“Well we’re screwed.” The Coach said as he took his place on one of the benches in the large holding cell they pace the 6 men in.

“You want to screw Coach?” Kowalski muttered.

“No, just….give it a rest will ya?”

“I think you really would enjoy getting screwed Coach. I know I did.” Dan said repeating his thoughts from earlier.

“But…wa……..look guys….were you all gay before this? I know you said you always thought about sex…but was it always with other guys?” The Professor asked. It was one thing he had been trying to figure out since they came upon the guys screwing. The physical changes were one thing, and the mental ability slipping also something that could be looked into, but a change in sexual orientation was not what he expected from the students e thought he knew.

“It’s college Professor, not saying we didn’t ‘experiment.’” Dan said beginning to rub his crotch.

“Yea, but when we got to that party, the girls were all over us. They were too light though…..not enough to grab onto….we might break them. Doing it with the guys seemed more natural.” Wilson said reaching over and grabbing onto Creed’s dick through the police blanket they gave him to cover himself. Not event the police had space clothing big enough for these boys.

“So you’re not saying you’re gay now but you need someone big and strong to fuck around with. So if you found a girl that was big and strong you might….” The Coach asked

“No way, she wouldn’t have a cock.” Creet said cupping Wilson’s massive pec.

“Yea, we need cock.” Kowalski said. His canines not really receding into his mouth that much.

“Me have cock.” Wilson said, pulling down the blanket that had been wrapped around him, his engorged dick sticking out in front of him at full mast. Walking up to Kowalski the big apeman grabbed Wilson’s ass and pulled him in so he could wrap his lips around the black tackle’s dick.

“This isn’t the time or the place guys.” The Coach said in a tired voice he knew would do no good.

“What are they going to do? Arrest us?” Creed said letting his hand reach down, past Dan’s dick and started fingering his asshole. Their lips locked in a kiss.

The Coach looked at the Professor and then looked away. Then their eyes met again. And again.

“Oh what the fuck,” the Coach said all but tackling the Professor for their own kiss. The Prof’s big hands running over the coach’s shoulders and chest, finding the back of his shirt and pulling it off. Suddenly his lips moving from the Coach’s mouth to his deep brown nipples. The Coach’s dick already growing enough to poke out the end of his short shorts. Which were quickly off as well.

The others in the cell slowed down their making out as their respected teachers continued to kiss and fondle each other for minutes on end. The temperature in the small room beginning to rise. The bench the two men had been sitting on was quickly moved out from the wall so the Coach could lean back and straddle it with his legs. The Prof moving his hand between the Coach’s large solid ass, finding the hole he was looking for with the of his index finger. The Coach concentrated on pumping his dick as the Prof yanked down his borrowed undies, releasing his huge uncut cock out of confinements.

Spitting into his hand the Prof didn’t so much as apply the saliva to the coach’s ass, as he did slap it on. With a slap so loud it was surprising the Cops didn’t come in to see who shot off the gun. After another application of spit was applied the Prof leaned over the Coach, gave him another kiss and slowly began running his cock up the coach’s waiting hole. A slight grimace from the Coach told the room it had found its mark. That the Prof kept moving his hips forward meant there was no resistance when he did find that mark.

Taking each of the Coach’s ankles and holding them up and shoulder level, the Prof again moved forward some more. Slowly easing his big uncut dick into the man’s ass. The Coach not seeing that look of possession as he did before. Just total animal lost. Breathing deeply as he was, he know cold smell what the Prof had mentioned as the ‘sex smell’ that was setting them all off before. And was doing the job on the boys again, as they started their sessions.

Enraptured by their own love making, and as rough as it was, it truly was love making, the coach and the Prof let down the guards and went at it. The Prof slamming his dick into the Coach’s ass. The Coach gripping it with his ass muscles to take each and every inch in.

The bench they were fucking on started moving forward with each pump from the Prof. The scrapping sound on the floor again should have altered the Cops, but no bothered to check. In their corner Kowalski was again using his tool but on Wilson’s ass this time. While Dan found out it can be just as much fun to be the fucker as it is the fuckee. As active as their own fuck play was, they were done before the coach and the Prof were even close.

Cause these two men weren’t just fucking around. It was passion here. With lust the room could taste in the air. While one was getting fucked and the other was doing the fucking, there was no real top or bottom here. Just two men who lived in that moment for each other.

Even though they couldn’t see the actual explosion, the guys could tell that right when the Prof shot his load into the coach’s ass was when the Coach shot off himself, covering the two of them in his cum. They stayed locked together for sometime, kissing even more passionately, before the Prof pulled out.

“And that, my students,” the Coach said breathlessly, “is how a man gets fucked.”

After the experience, and the long insane afternoon and evening, the men drifted off in the arms of their newfound loves.

Later on, just enough light was coming into the cell when the Coach and the Professor started waking up that they knew it was morning. Just not what time they’d slept too. The Coach remembered that there was a clock on the wall across from the cell, but hiw view of it was blocked by Creed. The naked science geek turned caveman was naked, leaning against the bars, staring at the clock.

“Everything OK?” The coach asked standing next to him, seeing the time was just past 8:30.

“That’s running.” He said with some confusion and concern in his voice.

“What? The clock?” the Coach asked, thinking Creed and slid down the thinking trail a bit more than before. “Yea, Creed, the clock is running. See the little hand going around”

“No, no no.” Creed said sounding more worried. “Professor……the clock…..timing clock….it might still be running.”

The Professor looked like he was trying fathom what Creed was saying, confused, but suddenly he understood. “OH MY GOD!!! We have to get out of here!!!” The Professor said running to the cell door. “HELLO!!! HELLO!!! WE GO WE GO!!!”

“Wait, wait, what’s going on.” the Coach said trying to calm his large lover down.

“We steal power…computer….wait…need to concentrate……. Dale, we stole the computer power from another company.”

“Yea, you mentioned that yesterday.”

“In order to steal it without them knowing, we had to step up dummy employee accounts and go by their company rules. To get the computer processing time for this morning’s presentation to the grant committee we had to schedule the time in their system. That way we would get the computer power and no one else. It’s all automatic.”

“But all your science junk burned out.”

“No, turned off before burnt out. Surge protectors kicked in to shut it down yesterday. But they need to be manually reset. At 9 the system will kick in, turn everything on at the point where it was yesterday, and keep on going!! Without dampers that ray will spread out and keep going. We could turn the campus and town into primordial soup!!!”

“We have to get out of here. WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!!” The Coach started yelling to the front of the building.

“Calm down.” Shouted a voice from the front of the station. Obviously not the first time they’d heard that call from those bars.

The Coach was finding his thinking while in a panic was getting better as he tried to work out an escape. “Holy crap, can it be this easy?” he said looking at the 5 huge muscle creatures in the cell with him. “Everyone, grab onto door and pull.”

12 huge hands grabbed the cell door and started pulling it in. Wilson and Kowalski put one foot each up on the cell bars to give them better leverage. It was with their second ‘Heave Ho’ that they could hear the metal start to groan and it bent. Giving them the encouragement to keep going till, in one last concentrated pull, the door swung open, the lock ruined.

“What now?”

“Run for it. Everyone head to the science lab. They can’t catch all of us. I’m guessing it’s too early in the morning so there’s only going to be a couple of guys out there anyway. Ready? Go.”

With a clap of hands just like the break of a huddle the 6 men ran through the building, through the front lobby and out the front door. It would be several minutes before the officers on duty stopped their round robin of “Did you let them out? I didn’t, did you?” and started after them.

This small college town found it best years ago to put the Police station near the college since that was where most of the action was. But even after a Friday night party, there were enough people on the streets that the hairy almost naked muscle men running frantically towards the school did not go unnoticed. Far from it. More than a few pictures were taken with cellphone cameras.

They were running across the field to the building’s blasted out hole when they could all hear the police signs in the background starting to get closer.

“Almost there. Don’t stop!!” The Coach yelled.

Running into the building they found things as they were left. The giant rose tree in the middle of the room, it’s roots taking over most of the work stations and equipment.

“What are we looking for?!?!”

“Hard drives, there was one right………here.” The Professor said finding the area he needed to get to completely overtaken by the root system.

“Can’t we just unplug it?”

“I think the plug’s in there too.”

“Come on!!” The Coach yelled as he started pulling at the root. Seeing what he meant the others joined him in clearing away the thick intertwining vegetation. “Anything?!?!”

“Me hear something!! Me hear beeping!!” Dan yelled beginning to pull more frantically at one section.

They all started working on the area that Dan was at. Even thought there wasn’t much room for so many big men to work at the same time.

“There it is!! It’s down in there …..and running!! SHIT!!!” the Professor yelled.

“How much time..” the Coach started but was again cut off. At the far side of the room, through the doors came Dean Davidson and the grant committee. They all looked in awe at the rose tree in the center of the room, but they’re look got concerned when they found themselves the focus of attention of 5 naked cavemen.

“What’s the meaning of this?!?!” Dead Davidson blustered

“BOYS get them out of here!! ALL of you GO!!” the Coach ordered.

Without hesitation the four college cavemen dropped what they were doing and ran towards the committee.

“This is outRAGEOUS!!!!” The Dean shouted as Wilson threw the man over his shoulder and ran him from the building. The other’s followed leaving the Coach and the Professor alone.

“Almost there. But in the weeds, can’t reach.” The Professor said reaching into the hole they had made, but found his new huge arms too big to get close enough.

“GET OUT!! I’ll do it. I’ve got smaller arms. You know…in comparison.” The Coach said getting on his knees and crawling into the mass of thorn covered roots.

“Can’t leave Dale!!”

“Henry if it goes off it’ll take you father back….and I just found you.”

“Me love you Dale.”

“OUT”.

Coach Wilke continued to scramble, pulling what he could, reaching for the controls, pulling more, reaching.

Just as he yanked out enough roots and weeds to see the timer it flipped to..

‘00H00M00S’

Those outside the building could not help but notice the instantaneous blinding flash that came out of the building in that instant. Or that the rose tree was not towering out of the old building’s roof by 230 feet. Or the smoke and steam that flooded out of the side opening.

“Oh GOD DALE!!! DALE!!!” The Professor yelled. The students tried to hold him back but they were not able to keep him from running into what was left of the building. Inside it was still too smoky and foggy to see. A forest had grown inside the building, with only a shaft or two of light coming in from the other side. “Dale!!! Answer me, are you aright!!!”

Through the smoke and fog the Professor saw something move. Making its way towards him, maneuvering around the roots, weeds and plant growth. Thought the fog he appeared.

Now taller than the Professor. Skin blacker than it had been before. Shoulders wider than some doorways on campus. Pecs like boulders and nipples larger than donuts. Biceps that made his own new ones look pale in comparison, veins snaking in and around them as if it was a tapestry. Veins that went slightly across the top of his chest, starting up again nearer the groin and becoming even more pronounced on the now major league uncut dick. Legs that showed off each and every muscle in perfect definition. Due to size as much as anything else. Calves bigger than his head. Unlike the others, no hair. Not on his slightly slanted back skull, the perfect chest, the stone walk like 8 pacs, not above the 12 inch long 7 inch round blacker than black dick that hung from his groin. A newly created muscle monster forged in skin the tone of polished ebony. With a broad smile that would not go down for years to come.

“Coach MORE than alright.” He said, taking the once again shorter Professor by the back oh his neck, and pulling him in for a deep kiss that lasted almost as long as Kowalski and Creed’s fuck fest.

It took some time and several different stories to explain away what had happened to everyone, but eventually it worked out.

There was no reverting the guys to their former selves. Not that they looked that hard for a way to anyway. With Kowalski, Wilson and Creed on the football team, the Dean got his stellar performers he wanted. Nothing short of championships from them on. Some knew they were the old players, some believed the foreign exchange student stories. The college got extra money from the Coach Wilke System Of Muscle Management based on the frenzy of the before and after pictures they were able to use in advertising. Sure it was all a crock, just basic well thought out work out routines, but it would be a while before anyone figured that out. Hong Dan opted to join the wrestling team due to his new found love of wrestling, and well, wrestlers. Creed’s parents weren’t that concerned about his change in appearance and major as long as he was happy. And Dan’s parents quieted down after he explained that the offers being sent from the WWE to join them after graduation would make him the highest paid Asian athlete in the history of….history.

The Professor continued his science teachings at the college. Although he had his lab assistants do most of the test tube handling after he used up the full year’s worth of test tube budget breaking them the first week back teaching. The Coach continued coaching at the college, finding his players were more apt to listen to him now. All those wins and being a tower of black muscle helped. The two men moved in together at the boarding house the Coach had been staying at. They pretended to be civilized during the day, but let the underlying animal urges out once the door was closed in almost perfect privacy. Almost perfect. The landlady Mrs. Arden was fairly deaf so she wasn’t disturbed by their animal like love making all night long, watch and every night. And even though she was almost legally blind, she let the two men stay for free, it they had breakfast with her while wearing nothing more than jockstraps. Cause while she might be deaf and almost blind, Mrs. Arden had a great sense of smell.

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