Kris walked gloomily into the classroom for his assigned detention. The teacher took his slip and looked at it.
“Late to school yet again, eh?” the teacher said as Kris walked to a desk without even looking at him.
“This is your fifth detention,” the teacher said. He was wearing a grim smile, seemingly drawn upon his face. It did not match his eyes, which were cold and unforgiving. “You will have a special punishment today.”
Kris finally looked at him, visibly confused. What was he going to make him do? He hoped it would be nothing too labor-intensive or cruel. This teacher taught gym class, and no one really liked him.
“Come with me,” the teacher said, and Kris got up and followed. They walked to the gym locker room, where the teacher told him to clean the room. Kris rolled his eyes. It smelled terrible in there; he may barf if he had to stay in there for a sustained period of time.
Kris was given some cleaning supplies and the gym teacher went into his office down the hall. “Might as well get to work,” he thought. He had cleaned a few lockers with chemical spray when he came along a locker with no name, yet it had a single pair of shorts inside. They were grey, had the material consistency of sweatpants, and were cut off right below his knee.
He had been instructed to only clean lockers with no names on them. Coincidentally, Kris had always wanted a pair of shorts like these. They were coming into style, and Kris always wanted to be with the times. He opened the locker and pulled the sweat shorts out, examining them. The tag had no name, they didn’t smell particularly bad (he could wash them later anyway), and they appeared to be fairly clean. He looked around. No one was watching.
Being as quiet as possible, Kris undid his belt and dropped his jeans, revealing his boxers imprinted with the “Hubba Bubba” logo. He slowly pulled the sweat shorts up his legs to find that they fit perfectly around his waist and cut off just above his knee, exactly how he liked them. He found a mirror on the wall and checked out his look. Not bad, he thought. His natural skinniness somewhat dampened the look, however.
He shrugged and put his hand on the waistband, getting ready to take them off. To his surprise, the shorts were stuck to his waist and he could not get his fingers through the waistband.
”Shucks,” he whispered. Someone must have put super glue in them. He pulled down from the bottom of the shorts, trying to pull them down. They would not budge. Kris put his hands on his head, confused on what what happening. It wasn’t that bad. He could just go on cleaning, right?
Kris cleaned for just a little longer and decided to take a break. He sat down on a bench in the locker room and started looking at his phone. Suddenly, he felt something move. Kris was somewhat of a short kid, he had never been as tall as some of his classmates. But now, as he sat on the bench, he looked around and saw that his eye level was a little higher than usual. He got up and stood, expecting to find that he had grown a little taller, but his eyes still met the the bottom of the top lockers like they had before.
Sitting down again, the same thing occurred. He was suddenly sitting a lot taller. He wasn’t sitting on anything, he even checked a few times. He decided to go back to the mirror to see if he had gotten taller.
As he approached the mirror, he noticed a definite change. His butt, which was usually nonexistent, had taken a small curve to it and had lifted somewhat.
What?
How had that happened so quickly?
Kris couldn’t if he should be confused or happy. He had no idea how his ass had inflated, but was also pleased because he now had something extra to share with guys or girls who he was interested in.
He checked out the shorts from a variety of angles, as well as his ass. The shorts still looked good, even better with a little of his rear being there. His ass, still small compared to others he had checked out (he loved doing that), had formed a small hump that was only a little visible.
Kris put his hand on his ass, wondering if the change had any tactile properties. He was disappointed when he squeezed and still felt little mass in his hand. The fabric of the shorts however, was very soft and he enjoyed feeling it.
After a few seconds, he felt the change again. He had been thinking about what shirt would go well with the shorts and had been distracted from his butt. He noticed his shorts shake a little, and turned around to see that his backside had grown just a little more.
Had it been touch? Was his ass sensitive to touch? Only one way to find out. He gave his right cheek a small pinch, and a few seconds later it popped a little more outward. He smiled, he had found the secret to these strange shorts.
He decided that his butt was not big enough. He didn’t want it to be massive, but it definitely needed to fill his jeans that sagged in his ass area before. He sat on the bench again, and to stimulate the growth, he dragged his butt from side to side.
Getting up and running to the mirror, he found pleasure in the way his butt jiggled as it grew. He arrived at the mirror to find his ass now sticking out pretty noticeably behind him. The shorts, still with room to grow in them, were still in the process of filling. He let out a small “yes!”
He returned to his jeans on the floor and pulled them up, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on his behind to avoid further growth. The shorts were still on; he still could not remove them. Putting his belt on, he found that the jeans were still not tight, at all. How will he get it to be the correct size?
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