Graduation

 

Professor Charles Hopper breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the lecture hall, he only had a week's worth of class left to teach before he could finally relax and get back to his true passion, research. In all honesty he hated teaching but the university would only agree to fund his research and projects if he agreed to teach a class. Charles raised his head and began to walk, he made it no secret that he believed the standards of the university had declined especially with the incoming students. Consequently, he had enacted his own personal revenge on the matter by making his class almost impossible to pass. Charles was not willing to allow the mediocre or even the stupid slip and slide their way through this institution to get a degree. Charles loosened his tie and headed back to his office glad to be away from the stares of the gormless youth that had to attend his lectures, he was just leaving the building when he stopped and frowned at the sight before him. It was Blake Ashcroft posing in the most arrogant manner and dressed in the most ridiculous clothes, the cocky meathead had been Charles’s worst student yet and he had taken great pleasure in failing him. Charles folded his arms and looked at Blake, did he think posing and flexing was a way to win him over? It just made him look even more idiotic, Charles could hardly believe that someone who could barely write a 500 word essay was allowed at this university. While Charles was investigating the biochemical effects of a new drug on the human nervous system, Blake was kicking or throwing a ball around or whatever dumb sport he did. It was insulting that both of them attended the same university and regardless of his poor performance in his class Charles would have failed him out of spite anyway. 

The jock was no doubt here to bargain his way into a passing grade, but the narcissistic moron would have better luck getting blood from a stone. After a few seconds Charles began tapping his foot as the jock continued to pose, eventually getting fed up with Blake's little show he finally had to acknowledge the jock’s presence. 

“Mr Ashcroft, can I help you?” Charlies said sternly
 

“Ah there you are teach.” Blake cheerily announced as if he hadn’t been posing on purpose to aggravate the professor. The jock also knew that referring to Charles in any way other than professor riled him up and he smiled deviously as he continued “I just wanted to let you know that you will be seeing me again next year even if you did fail me. See I managed to convince the faculty to let me repeat a year in order to graduate.”


Charles could feel his blood starting to boil, the insolent moron knew exactly what to say. Charles gritted his teeth and spoke in a much more serious tone “The faculty would never agree to something like that, you failed Mr Ashcroft. Perhaps if you studied or even used a fraction of the brain power that other students used you may have been able to scrape by but unfortunately you do not possess the qualities or IQ to be a successful student here. Now if you’ll excuse me I have proper work to be getting on with.” Charles was already starting to leave, already infuriated by the jock when Blake started to chuckle.


“Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me teach because it's the truth. I’m just glad that I don’t have to listen to you ever again you were fucking boring!” Blake said his voice thick with confidence and arrogance.


Charles clenched his fists and felt his face flush with anger as he turned to face the disrespectful jock. “How dare you speak to me like that! I will have you expelled from this university! You will listen and learn beca-” however before Charles could finish his tirade Blake easily cut him off, seemingly unphased by any of the professor's words.


“Why would I need to listen and learn from another student, especially one younger than me?” Blake guffawed. For a second Charles thought he saw Blake’s eyes flash a deep emerald green but with a blink it was gone and Charles was ready to continue his verbal assault on the rude student but suddenly he felt strange. The professor felt an unwelcome and uncomfortable sensation race through his entire body, his whole body felt tight and compressed. It was only when he looked closer at the back of his hands that he saw something odd, being in his late 50’s they were usually covered in wrinkles and had some age spots but before his eyes they were vanishing. Intrigued, confused and still irritated from Blake’s insolence Charles watched as his hands regained a more youthful appearance. Charles could feel the sensation occurring across his body, reaching to his face his finger searched for the grooves of wrinkles and his sagging cheeks but found something much softer and smoother. Charles looked to Blake to see if he was witnessing the changes but the jock remained steadfast with the same arrogant smile on his face. Charles turned quickly to find a mirror or his reflection and found it in a nearby window of the building, the professor gasped at what he saw. He must have looked twenty years younger! His hair was thicker, his skin smooth, his posture better and as Charles admired his younger form he couldn’t help letting out a small smile as belly fat disappeared and a small amount of muscle returned, his fitness being something he had neglected to keep up with as he got older. Charles looked at his reflection and down at himself, he couldn’t believe what had happened to him! This had to be a scientific breakthrough. How was it possible? Charles turned back to Blake and was about to interrogate the jock but the arrogant smirk of Blake’s face made him pause. Why would Blake do this? What benefit did making him younger serve? As Charles surveyed Blake, his expression and smile started to make him feel more and more uneasy. That’s when Charles noticed that his normally tailored suit was starting to feel a little bit loose and somehow Blake was becoming more intimidating and imposing. Charles' eyes went wide with the sudden realisation and quickly he looked back at his reflection, he was still getting younger!


Now Charles would have been referred to as a late bloomer. While most boys hit their growth spurt in their mid-teens, Charles only really started gaining momentum in his early twenties. Which is why the professor looked at his reflection in horror as he started to shrink and lose inch by inch in height. Charles started to panic as he felt his body get smaller, while any muscles he had earned started to shrink away. Charles looked at his frightened face as he watched his more masculine, mature features start to fade. The rugged stubble and sharp jawline disappeared and his face became slightly pudgy, smooth and boyish. Then to further regress his appearance Charles stared at the lightening of his hair to a dirty blonde which only made him look more adolescent. When the strange sensation finally stopped, Charles was almost swimming in his suit having gone from a 6 '2 to a more suitable 5' 7 for his new age. Charles couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t have been more than 18 years old.


Charles turned to Blake and was about to speak when the words caught in his throat as a high pitched, slightly nasally voice began coming from his mouth. Charles' instant reaction was to cup his mouth with his hand, as he barely comprehended how he had gone from 57 to 18 in a matter of minutes. While Blake's instant reaction was to start laughing and mocking his former professor's squeaky voice. “HAHAHA you sound like such a dork! So glad I didn't have to listen to that voice all semester!” Blake bellowed, the jock was now towering over Charles and his large muscles were now far more intimidating. Before Charles could respond Blake took a step closer to his diminutive teacher. “Now let’s get a good look at you teach, take off that silly suit. It’s not going to be fitting for you for a decade or two anyway” Blake chuckled. It took Charles a moment to respond, it was clear that Blake was responsible for his sudden regression and Charles had no idea how he had done it. An arrogant jock with that much power would have been dangerous but an arrogant jock that he had failed, pissed off and was now standing menacingly in front of him was even worse. Charles tried to weigh up his options and the only thing he could see he could do was run.


Turning as quickly as he could Charles tried to make a break for it, but with his now longer and looser suit he found himself stumbling and embarrassingly after only taking two steps found himself landing flat on his face. Blake slowly stomped his way in front of his former professor and with one hand gripped the back of his loose suit and lifted him up. Charles quivered as he was brought face to face with Blake, his expression still smiling, still confident and fully in control. “I said take off the suit, now!! BUURRPPPP” Blake smiled as he blew the belch into Charles face, the stale scent of beer and meat irritating his nose. Blake then dropped Charles causing him to fall painfully on his stomach. Charles saw no other option but to undress, he had very clearly underestimated the strength of his student as it was clear his muscles were not just for show. Charles was forced to recall the many times he was bullied and beaten when he was growing up, the smell of the fresh burp in his nose and his aching stomach told him he needed to comply or face getting hurt more. Charles barely made eye contact with Blake as he removed his jacket, shirt, shoes and trousers. Charles was even more humiliated when he found that he was not wearing the pair of boxer shorts he had put on that morning but instead was wearing a pair of boyish briefs just like he had done when he was 18. It seemed that Blake’s ability to change things was not limited to just Charles’ body. Gingerly, Charles stood up but kept his eyes on the ground as he somehow found it harder to make eye contact with the more menacing jock, while Blake happily looked his shrunken professor up and down.

Charles couldn’t help but compare his body to Blake's; he was now smaller, younger, weaker, thinner and shorter. One of Blake’s biceps would be the same size as his head and his strong chest and shoulders made the jock twice the width of the shrivelled Charles. Charles needed to find a way out, everything that had happened to him should have been impossible, a dream or a hallucination but as he looked down at his thin, 18 year old body he knew it had truly occurred. He needed to find a way to stop Blake or get him to reverse what he had done, he had to do something.


“B-B-B Blake, how are you doing this?” Charles stuttered out.


“Doing what? I’m just checking on you little buddy, looks like you took a tumble. Nice briefs by the way.” Blake almost gave a sympathetic smile before one of his meaty hands reached down behind Charles. Before the professor could even react to what had been said Blake had grabbed the back of his waistband and yanked it hard and high. Charles yelped in pain as his briefs rocketed up his ass and crushed his cock and balls. Charles screeched and whined as Blake held him in the air like he weighed nothing, enjoying his professor’s cries and frantically flailing his hands at his squashed balls and sore asshole. Blake laughed as he once again dropped Charles with a hard thud. “First year’s like you often get picked on. Especially ones that come on a scholarship, there are a lot of rich asshole’s here.”


Charles was preoccupied with the pain in his privates to really make sense of what had been said, coming from a wealthy family who valued academia and who had all attended the same university made Blake’s remarks even more confusing, that was until the unsettling feeling returned this time in his head. Charles' brain suddenly felt fuzzy, it was almost like the feeling of being woken up mid-dream but Charles knew something was not right. Charles' mind had been thinking of his family but now they were harder to recall, they had been scientists, engineers and researchers but now Charles wasn't so sure as he could recall no memories of that. In fact all memories of his family and growing up were becoming unclear. Charles looked up at Blake in fear as he crossed his arms and smiled. Charles closed his eyes and tried to think of his family and his home, but instead of the spacious 8 bed house he shared with his siblings, mother and father he could only recall a cramped apartment. One that he lived in with just his dad as his mother had left soon after he was born. Raised by a single parent Charles grew up with no money and had to work exceedingly hard to study and develop his love of academics. Charles shook his head violently, this wasn’t his life! He had brothers and sisters, upper class parents with high paying jobs and a massive home. Yet the more Charles tried to remember the stronger the new memories became, memories of an overweight slob of a dad that was too busy watching sports to take an interest in his son’s interest in science and going to college. Charles' past continued to reshape itself as he remembered hours and hours of studying in the library to get grades good enough to get a scholarship to his ideal university and only barely did he manage to achieve that dream, all by himself. Charles was almost close to tears as his privilege and wealth was stripped from him, his memories of his family gone and his whole childhood changed. Charles now knew he wasn’t respected at this university, he was looked down on and for a moment Charles understood the lesson Blake was teaching him but sadly while his past had changed Charles had not. The conceited, snobbish and venomous Charles cried out in anguish before standing up and facing Blake, although he did have to look up to the much taller jock.


“I see what you are doing now! You are pathetic! You think that this will somehow teach me a lesson! That this will make me feel sorry for failing you? That I’m some asshole because I didn’t take the time to get to know you and how you got here? FUCK YOU! You should not be here, you don’t deserve to be here! Even in this fucked up little trick you are pulling, I still deserve to be here! I work hard and I got here because of my intelligence, something that you will never have. Even in the fucked up sob story fake past you have somehow cooked up, I still make it here, I get a scholarship because I am worthy of it. You are not! Now I demand you end this trickery this instance and turn me back!” Charles was red in the face and while to him his argument was cutting and brilliant to anyone else watching it appeared like a petulant child having a temper tantrum.


At first Blake continued his arrogant smile but soon that disappeared and instead a rather more frightening and devious expression spread across Blake’s face. Blake’s tone was no longer one of playful cocky jock but of someone far more sinister and once again his eyes flashed a brilliant green. “Congratulations professor, this was meant to teach you a lesson and bravo for figuring it out, however it seems you have not quite learned your lesson.” Blake puffed out his chest and flexed his muscles, clenching his fist he took a step closer to Charles who was very quickly retreating from his once confident stance. “So let’s continue with your lesson and we shall see who is worthy when I am through with you!” Blake’s voice was almost a growl as he uttered those last words and took another step closer to Charles.


“Now now Blake, perhaps I was too brash, just turn me back and we shall forget this whole thing, I will even let you pass my class.” Charles said as his back touched the wall behind him and Blake continued to step closer.


“Too late now teach, I don’t have to listen to a silly first year scholarship student. In fact, remind me again what your scholarship was for?” Blake’s smile twisted higher.


“For m-m-my grades?” Charles uttered all confidence lost.

“No that can’t be right, if I remember correctly it was for sport wasn’t it? In fact from what I hear you can barely even read or write your own name? Isn’t that right!” Blake smiled and Charles began to feel the terrible sensation sweep through his brain.


“NO NO NOOOOOOOOO” Charles cried as it felt like his brain was almost melting. It started off with his own studies and research, the concepts became alien to him and the word biochemical seemed like a foreign language in fact all three syllable words now were harder to remember, read and speak. Soon all knowledge of what he had taught and researched vanished from his mind leaving just empty space that would never be filled again. Next came everything he had learnt at university, statistical analysis, computer skills, research papers, dissertations drained from his mind like water through a sieve. Charles desperately tried to hold on to them to think of the parts of the brain, to remember mathematical symbols and formulas but all he could recall was that the brain was important and it hurt when he banged his head. Charles looked to Blake with pleading eyes but he received no mercy as his education was eroded further and further. Charles started to cry as his intelligence and IQ dropped by the second, the thing he held close, the defined him and what he valued above all else was being flushed away. Charles could no longer remember how to divide or multiply and struggled to recall a number bigger than a thousand when he did all his brain told him was a gabillion which he knew was made up! Charles lost knowledge of science, history, geography and art until only the basics of maths and english remained and even they were not left untouched. Spelling was now virtually impossible as Charles could no longer visualise any words in his mind and his vocabulary was restricted to that of a 9 year old. When he would try to write he would still grip a pencil with his palm like a toddler and he was lucky he could just about spell his name. As the feeling started to slow down the fuzziness in his brain did not fade. For Charles any action that required more thought would first have to wade through a thick fog first, leading him to think much slower and leave him to struggle to follow even casual conversations. Blake had not just taken his intelligence, he had taken a huge part of Charles' identity.


Charles had wanted to respond, he wanted to beg Blake to give it all back and to make him smart again but that idea was still being processed by his much slower brain. Before it could be actioned the foreboding sensation had returned this time to his body and just like when he had become younger, Charles felt his body changing and some of the empty space in his mind started to be filled. Charles looked down at his body, his mouth hung open as he watched his muscles begin to swell. Charles knew it was because in this reality a sports scholarship meant he had to be fit and muscled enough to be athletic but again it took a while for that idea to get through his new foggy brain. Drool now dripping from his mouth Charles watched as his abdominal muscles grew out from his flat stomach until a defined six pack appeared. His chest quickly grew outwards until a modest pair of pecs dropped from his chest, Charles enjoyed poking at them and even more when they bounced before he remembered how idiotic he must have looked. His arms and legs filled out with muscle, nowhere near the same size as Blake but still big enough for people to notice. With his bigger build and increased muscle mass, also came increased testosterone. Some stubble and deeper voice were gifted to Charles, while his whole aesthetic looked more masculine and even his briefs changed to a more grown up pair, though he still remained 18 he could pass for 25. Charles could now remember being in the gym, he remembered exercises but often lost count of how many he had done. He remembered to eat certain foods but he didn’t always know why he had to eat them, he just knew he had to listen to his coaches and teammates. They helped him a lot. Eventually Charles felt the changes come to an end, his mind empty except for information to do with sport, his body much more bulky and his look more mature. As Charles looked at his own reflection, part of him wanted to scream as knowing he had been turned into exactly what he despised, a dumb jock.

Blake grinned as he looked at the open mouth drooling former professor “Perfect.”


Charles frowned and tears started to form in his eyes “But I’m an id-idi err I’m dumb and big now” Charles cringed as he was too stupid to even know the word idiot.


“Aww what’s the matter teach, don’t want to be my bro? I bet me and you would have fun at the gym together, we could both get swole? Don’t you like being this size? Don’t you want to be a big dummy? Blake mocked.


“NO! I don’t like it! My brain don’t work so good and thinking is hard. My body feels weird, it’s big and… big!” Charles only made himself more upset as he talked like a dope, forgetting even the most basic grammar and unable to find any other word to describe his body besides big. What was even more frustrating was that Charles was there behind the fog. He had hundreds of words to describe himself but only the word big made it through the fog of his thoughts, it made him feel like he was losing control.


“That’s ok, I can make it better.” Blake grinned devilishly.


“NO NO NO! NO MORE!” Charles cried as he tried to step away from Blake.


“Don’t worry bro, I’ll make it easier for you. See we need a sport where you don’t have to think too much.” Blake thought for a second and his eyes glistened as it came to him. “I know, it's perfect because you don’t have to think and clearly you are unhappy with your size so this will solve both problems!”


“No Blake, please make me very smart again. Make me smart teacher again” Charles pleaded his new brain not knowing the word professor.


“A teacher? You could never be one of those, you would have too many things to think about. No, never a teacher, you need something simple, good thing you are here on a weightlifting scholarship, now the only thing you have to think about is lifting heavy things! Oh and getting those muscles as big as you can possibly get them!” Blake laughed and Charles whimpered, the horrid sensation filtering through his body and mind once again.


This time the changes happened quicker and were far more obvious to even the lower IQ Charles. Charles panicked as every muscle on his body began to rapidly grow and expand making his body bigger and bulkier much to his dismay. He watched as his hands became swollen, fatter, calloused mitts that would make writing even more difficult but made it easier to grip weights. He stared as his arms doubled in size, his biceps becoming like bowling balls and getting even bigger that Blake’s. Charles started to sob again as he started to feel like a lumbering caveman, his giant arms now didn’t rest comfortably by his sides and as his thighs ballooned to extreme proportions he would find he would now have to waddle rather than walk. Charles squeezed and pushed at his growing muscles in a vain attempt to stop the growth but they continued to swell. His chest grew heavier as his pecs could be compared to boobs, their inflated size easily cupped his hands. His stomach swelled and when he wasn’t flexing formed a strong round roid gut that stuck out prominently. Charles continued to swell with muscles until he was a bloated 300 pounds, he felt heavy and even the smallest of cardio exercise would be exhausting. Plus with his much smaller stature his muscles looked even bigger and his body looked even more bloated and swollen. He was truly monstrous in size and his brain told him he had to get bigger. More of Charles' blank space was filled in was his daily routine, getting up early to train and lift, eating the same chicken, broccoli and rice 8 times a day, drinking enormous volumes of protein and supplements and even more training and lifting. His life was weight lifting now because he brain couldn’t cope with anything else. The thought of reading a book made his head hurt, the only knowledge he had was weight lifting and building muscles.


“Looking good big guy! You look fucking huge! I’m even a little jealous” Blake smiled while Charles looked forlorn, even standing was awkward with such massive thighs and lats. “C’mon bro, don’t look so glum, you may be as dumb as a brick but you are definitely the biggest guy on campus now! Flex for me bro!”


Perhaps with his lower intelligence Charles was now more easily influenced, perhaps he felt compelled to follow Blake’s order as a fellow bro or maybe Charles had given up trying to oppose Blake but regardless Charles found himself pulling a double bicep pose, his huge muscles swelling even more. Charles felt and looked grotesque.

Charles looked at his new stout, bulky, huge body and watched curiously as his briefs got smaller and turned into a thong. “Why thong?” Charles was shocked by his new deep voice, his words almost came out like grunts!


“To show off your fat cheeks bro!” Blake smiled with delight as he got Charles to turn himself around so his back was facing the window reflection.


Charles craned his thick neck and was just about able to see his new massive fat ass cheeks making him even more upset and humiliated. Each of his butt cheeks had to be the size of a watermelon, they looked ridiculous on his short frame and stuck out from his body comically. Even with all his muscles they looked oversized and out of proportion. In his new dumb deep voice Charles stifled a sob “Why?! I don’t wanna have a fat butt. I look more dumb than before” Charles took a step and felt his new enormous ass wobble and in nothing but a thong everyone could see just how plump his rump really was. 

“Because you know how much twinks love a top with a huge butt, plus I heard you love sitting those huge cheeks on some nerd's squirming face!” Blake declared in glee.


Charles was just confused “Twinks?” Charles head once again started to go fuzzy, as any old memories of him having sex with women evaporated almost immediately, any attraction or arousal they once caused was erased and instead it was replaced with images of smart, nerdy, skinny men. The type of man he used to be before he was turned into a big muscled dummy. It took a while for Charles to process that his entire sexuality had just been changed but when he did realise he just started sobbing. It was impossible to fight back against Blake, everything about Charles could be changed with a sentence and now even his sexuality and sexual past had changed. Instead of dates and encounters with women, Charles' mind was filled with one night stands and bathroom encounters with skinny, nerd’s who were eager to get a taste of the muscled idiot. Memories of him getting his asshole licked and his fat ass spanked caused Charles to get aroused as much as he hated it. It seemed that Blake was not going to be happy until Charles’s entire existence have been erased, altered and replaced with some caricature of a dumb horny jock.


“Twinks, those scrawny dudes you love so much. I mean you only fuck the smart ones though, must remind you of something.” Blake sneered. “ I mean I couldn’t have you competing with me for all the pussy on this campus, that's for me to pound! Instead you get to pump and dump all that nerd bussy buzzing about. I mean I’m a pussy magnet but they call you the bussy destroyer especially with that fucking salami you have between your legs, those twinks don’t walk for a week! I mean why do you think everyone calls you the battering ram!”


Charles could feel it almost instantly as his dick began to change. Groaning Charles tried to look below his bloated roidgut but failed to see his dick changing. His once modest six inch dick had begun to engorge and fatten, its thickness growing exponential as it soon was thicker than a beer can. Its size didn’t stop there as it began to grow in length when it reached 9 inches soft it started to push down Charles thong and when it reached 12 inches the massive floppy dong sprung free from the pouch and flopped around much to Charles embarrassment. It was at 14 inches that it finally stopped growing, it hung to Charles' knee it was now one of the biggest cocks in the country, possibly the world.

Charles was stunned, he had never seen anything like it. He was a freak! With his oversized bulky muscles, his inflated ass cheeks and now his frankly gargantuan cock flopping between his legs he wouldn’t look out of place in a circus show. Blake couldn’t do this to him, he couldn’t make him this dimwitted, heavy lifting, twink fucking moron! Charles wanted to fight back but once again his head started to fog and memories of people calling him the battering ram or ram for short flooded his mind until he couldn’t remember the last time someone called by his real name. Which was…


“Please. Blake. Not this. Please. Can’t leave me. Scared. Dumb. Freak, Not Ram!” Ram’s words were slow and sentences were harder to form but with his simple words he was able to convey his fear and terror at what he had become. The fact that he could no longer remember his own name had been the final blow to his psyche. There was nothing left of him, just the hazy memory of what he used to look like and what he used to be like.


Blake just smiled “Bro don’t be so hard on yourself, you deserve to be here even if you can’t say a proper sentence. And guess what, you are in the right place to learn, I do hope that you make yourself worthy of this fine university. Although, I think you’ll find yourself thinking more with your massive cock than your brain. Good luck Ram, see you around campus” Blake then chuckled and began to walk away, leaving Ram naked, terrified and slightly horny.


Ram felt his bottom lip quiver, as he felt like a child getting lost at the supermarket. How was he going to live like this? He couldn’t function at a university! He didn’t even know where to go or what to do? Plus he was naked, his monster cock on display that not even his huge hands could cover. He couldn’t be left like this, so he started to waddle after Blake but the jock seemed to move much quicker. Waddling behind and cupping his dick and balls in his hands Ram attempted to get to Blake, he was his only hope of turning back to normal, at living his old life and to stop being a freak. He needed Blake, he needed to follow him so-

Ram’s thoughts were quickly interrupted as a skinny, cute faced guy with glasses stopped in shock at the massive naked muscle freak in the middle of campus. However, the cute guy's shock quickly turned to a smile as he recognised Ram, with a lustful grin the twink beckoned Ram and started walking in the opposite direction to Blake, his cute butt bouncing as he walked. Ram groaned as his huge cock grew hard at the sight of nerdy twinks cute ass, the giant cock now impossible to hide. Ram knew he needed to follow Blake, he knew he needed him but he couldn’t remember what for. Instead all he could think about was fucking, about that twink licking his asshole and him dumping his load deep in his cute butt and making him moan. Ram needed to fuck!

At the back of his mind hidden behind a deep fog Charles was screaming as his huge erect cock led the way towards the twink, his hopes of ever regaining his former life gone and soon to be forgotten. Ram had more important things to do like making sure he got balls deep in nerd bussy.