This choice: ...still in the same class. • Go Back... Erik’s vision cleared and he looked around. He was still in the same class surrounded by the same students, only they had all gone back to their group work and he was fully clothed again. He stood still for nearly a full minute listening to the dull throb of electricity that continued to buzz in his ears waiting to be whisked away to some exotic location, but nothing changed. At last he began to accept that he wasn’t going anywhere and sat back down at his desk which, he noticed, was now larger.
Scanning the items before him he spotted a picture of himself on stage at a Mr. Olympia competition. In the photo his skin was bronzed and his body was enormous and ripped, even his posing briefs looked primed to fail from the stress of the monstrous member within it. He dwarfed the two men standing to either side of him both in height and mass. As he stared at the framed picture the constant electric sound in his head got momentarily louder and suddenly he could remember being at the contest where it was taken. It was at his third and most recent win from just four months earlier.
He smiled when he realized that several memories of his new life were coming to him and taking their place along side the memories of his previous life. Was that why he could still hear the sound of the dictaphone changing things in his head? He still couldn’t remember why he was still a teacher. It seemed unlikely that a basketball superstar turned bodybuilding phenom would suddenly decide to take an average job as a high school math teacher, but here he was. He looked at the dictaphone and remembered his previous command to keep the device in his possession no matter what. Perhaps having this job was the only way to keep the strange machine around, after all he had taken it from Vanessa.
Erik looked around the room to see if he could find any other changes. Most things were the same, a few other pictures of himself had been added but nothing too different. Then he took a good look at his students. They were still all girls but they looked different somehow. When he looked to Vanessa he figured it out: they were all much more athletic. Perhaps they were trying to impress their musclebound instructor, but the average muscularity of he teen girls around him was quite a bit higher. One girl in particular, an Asian beauty named Kimmy, had her white shirt tied off at the bottom just under her surprisingly large bust exposing a cut washboard stomach. Kimmy’s skirt had been modified a bit as well so that instead of reaching her knee it ended above her mid thigh and displayed thick, juicy quads that Erik desperately wanted to squeeze. The girl was short, maybe 5 foot 3, but her compact stature only made her muscular frame appear beefier.
Next Erik spotted a pair of brunette girls at the back of the classroom. Instead of doing their group work they were each taking turns flexing their biceps while the other would feel and nod approvingly. That’s when Erik realized that very few of his students were actually doing their classwork and most were examining each other’s physiques. That’s when his attention returned to Vanessa.
Vanessa Barnes was still the standout by far. Previously strong, her body now had bulked up enough that she could probably hold her own among some top ranked amateur bodybuilders. Her arms strained sleeves on a shirt that was clearly too tight on purpose while her breasts, which looked larger now that they were sitting atop a shelf of pectoral muscle, were ready to pop out and her tightly packed cleavage spilled through her open space at the top.
Erik heard a student clear her throat in front of him and he forced himself to pull his attention away from the six foot amazon. He smiled at the nervous looking student before him. She was an adorable girl with short cropped brown hair and a gymnasts body stretched onto a 5 foot 8 inch frame. She wore her muscle tone well, but still hadn’t found the confidence to strut it the way Vanessa or even Kimmy had.
“Uh.. Mr. Jackson, sir?” she said clutching a magazine to her chest.
This girl must have arrived when he had wished his male students away because he didn’t know her name, but a quick burst of noise in his head and suddenly he could remember her. “What can I do for you, Samantha?”
“I was wondering if you’d be willing to sign this for me?” She placed the magazine down on his desk. It was a copy of Flex featuring him on the cover with his hands on his hips and his pecs flexed to enormous size. He was surrounded by a dozen or so bodybuilders that had been photoshopped to look so tiny that they only came up to his knees. The headline read: “IS THERE SUCH A THING AS TOO BIG? MUSCLE BUILDING MACHINE ERIK JACKSON SAYS NO WAY!”
“Of course.” Erik took the magazine and found a marker. He scribbled his name across the front then added the words “For my favorite student!” just above it.
Samantha took the magazine back and blushed when she read his inscription. Then he gave her a smile and a wink and he thought she might just pass out. Instead she collected herself, “I can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve taught us this year. Especially, you know, how to push ourselves. Get stronger. I’ve never felt so good in all my life. There was this boy who lives near me and used to bully me last year, he spotted me a few weeks ago. I was wearing a tank top and these tiny shorts and he could see just by looking at me that I was stronger than he was and I think he almost peed himself.” She giggled then looked to the clock on the wall. “Oh my gosh! Class is almost over. Are we still having our pop quiz today?”
Erik was at a bit of a loss. He didn’t have plans for a quiz, he wasn’t even entirely sure where he should be in their lesson plan. “You know what, we can probably skip the quiz today.”
Samantha looked like she’d just been told her cat had been hit by a car. “What!?! But you said we’d have one today!” Suddenly Erik found himself surrounded by a horde of pleading teen girls.
“Please, Mr. Jackson! We want a pop quiz!”
“You promised, Mr. Jackson!!”
“We have to have a pop quiz!! Please, please!!”
It was clear that a cancellation would not stand. “Alright, alright! Girls, take your seats.” As everyone rushed to their desks Erik tried to will the electric buzzing that was still in his head to clue him in to what he was supposed to do. Seconds passed and he thought he was going to be left hanging when suddenly everything became clear. Erik almost rolled his eyes. Pop quiz, I get it, he thought. No wonder they want it so badly.
He then pulled open a drawer and pulled out a stack of preprinted quiz forms from a folder. Erik stood and began passing out the papers. “Remember, keep them face down until I say to begin. If you start early you’re disqualified from winning the prize.” Once everyone had a quiz he went to a small closet at the front of the room and opened it to find two dumbbells loaded with more weight than he’d even seen. He gripped each and hefted them with more ease that he would have thought possible. They were still heavy, but very manageable.
He turned to face the class. “Anyone remember how much each of these weighs?” he asked.
“Four hundred and forty pounds!” an excited voice near the front of the room shouted. "Each."
“That’s right. Thank you, Samantha.” Erik noticed that Vanessa rolled her eyes and his heart sank a bit to know that she was still a bit of a bitch, only now with even more power. “Alright everyone, begin.”
The girls all flipped their papers over and began working while Erik began curling the stupendous weights one at a time. This must be a world record, right? Erik thought. The rules of the pop quiz were simple: each student had to finish their quiz before Mr. Jackson’s sleeves popped. Those that succeeded got a special prize after class during lunch period.
Erik made it to 20 reps on each arm without much trouble. He watched the girls working away at their papers as he curled and saw that a few weren’t even trying to finish and instead were simply watching him. As he approached 30 reps he could feel himself slowing down a little and his arms were getting a decent pump. At 40 his sleeves felt so tight he was amazed that they hadn’t split open yet. Just beyond 50 reps Vanessa put her pencil down and turned her test over then, seconds later his right sleeve went.
“That’s one down, ladies.” Erik said putting the weights down for a moment. He stood and flexed his right arm a few times enjoying the feel of his huge muscle splitting his shirt open further and further. He pulled the scraps of fabric off and admired his pulsing 38 inch arm for a moment before picking up one of the dumbbells in his left hand and continuing to curl. By now he was up to 60 reps and feeling some strain; not nearly enough to need to stop, but he was now grunting after each curl. Samantha finished her quiz then Kimmy finished hers.
The sound of ripping fabric was followed by the sound of 27 or so girls all saying “AWWWWWW!!!” together in the same key. Erik pulled his left sleeve off then requested that any completed quizzes be passed to the front of class.
“Remember, you still need to have everything correct in order to win. Today’s prize, by the way, is the chance to feel these.” He hit a double bicep pose and the chorus of disappointment rolled through the room again.
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