Mr. Barson goes to College Part 02

“It looks like it’s time for an assembly…” I groaned. “I thought once I was out of high school I wouldn’t have to sit through those anymore…”

“It can’t be that bad,” dad tried to stay positive. He always did. “Maybe it’ll be fun?”

“Maybe…” I couldn’t keep the same positivity that dad always did. I could see it on his face but tried to fake my smile better. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad. What do you think they’ll go over?”

“Looks like drug safety and joining clubs on campus. Maybe you’ll be able to find a club that you really like?”

“Yeah, that’s possible,” sarcasm still oozed my mouth. I pretty much already had my schedule set; working out and sports would take up most of my day and then I’d still have to find time to do homework. And then find free time to hang out with the other guys. However, the school still required that I attend. There was someone passing out stickers to put on our schedule and if I missed one I could have easily been put on some kind of probation. 

Dad grabbed a sticker from them and put it on my paper. If he wasn’t so happy about it I would have been making fun of the whole thing. It was like they were treating us like children. Like we had to corralled or we wouldn’t do what we were told. I just rolled my eyes seeing the large group of eighteen year olds with their parents trying to push past each other to get into the auditorium. Even with the line slowly the speed of people entering the large room, it was still packed in there. 

“I’ll be right back,” Dad nodded at me then headed off to the bathroom. The crowd of people seemed to naturally part for his large body. He didn’t even have to say a word and people moved out of the way. Meanwhile, I stood there awkwardly not sure what to do. It wouldn’t matter where I stood I’d be easily seen but I still felt weird as hordes of people passed by me.

“Adam?” I heard a familiar high pitched voice behind me. I looked back and then down. 

“Matt!” I said excitedly. “I didn’t realize you were going to actually go here. I figured you’d pick something a bit higher brow than here…”

“I know… Just some stuff came up,” he said. His small hand grabbed onto my shirt and he moved where the direction of people wouldn’t be able to push him. I was a pretty good barrier for people to not shove his small body around. “Anyway,” his solemn tone shifted to the peppier one I was used to, “I got the stickers for Diego and Joe. But I don’t know when I’ll see them. Can you send them my way the next time you see them?”

“Damn,” I smiled. “Wish I knew that you were doing that. But doesn’t matter. My dad would have made me come anyways…” 

“You’re dad?” he looked up at me with wide eyes. “Is that him?” He pointed over to the large man slowly making his way back to me. If he were anyone else he could have easily been washed away in the sea of people, but a man his size didn’t have any problems like that. He stood next to me.

“All done. Ready to go get a seat?” he asked. Then he looked down realizing that I was talking to one of my friends. “Oh hello there. Didn’t see you there. I’m Adam’s dad,” he held out his hand and smiled.

“H-h-hi,” Matt stumbled through his word and pulled closer to me. He took a breath then put his hand inside dad’s. The size of dad’s hand easy dwarfed Matt’s. “Hello Mr. Barson,” he said with a little bit more conviction. He was still too busy hiding behind me to get the full effect. I’d been the biggest person Matt had ever seen and now there was just a bigger version of me standing right next to me. 

“Hello,” dad said pleasantly. “Nice to meet you. Are you one of Adam’s friends?”

“I am…” Matt was still looking up and down dad’s body shoved into the suit. Dad even had some of his chest hair hanging out the front. “We met in high school…”

“Really?” dad said. “Didn’t realize he was so popular.” He gave me a friendly slap to the back.

Matt let out a chuckle and drew himself out from his hiding space. “He’s really popular…” he zoned out but brought himself back down from whatever he was thinking about. His face went red. “Anyways… I’ve got to get going… It was nice meeting you Mr. Barson. I’ll see you later Adam. Just if you see Diego or Joe before me let them know I have something for them.” It only took a few steps and then he was lost in the crowd. His small body easily fit into places that I couldn’t see him.

“Nice kid,” dad said. “How’d you guys meet?”

“Some of the guys on the football team introduced us a while ago.”

“Doesn’t seem like much of an athlete…” dad seemed to be getting suspicious about it. 

“He’s not. Just a nice guy. Helps with homework and stuff like that,” I tried to give a generic reason why some of the football players would want to hang out with him. It wasn’t completely inaccurate, just not completely honest either. He did help with homework, mostly by doing it. And he did help with other stuff, like getting the stickers so Diego and Joe can sleep off their hangover. 

“Mmmhmmm,” dad gave me an incredulous grunt. “Well he seems like a pretty good kid. Has a good head on his shoulders. “You ever help him workout?”

I grinned over at dad. “Few times. Gets distracted really easily,” I flexed my arm showing off a bit. Dad grinned back, understanding what I meant. “But says he doesn’t really want to be a jock. Says it’s too much work. But he spends so much time on homework and stuff I don’t know what’s really the difference…”

“Different strokes,” dad said. “So where’s Joe and Diego?” changing the subject.

I grimaced. “Not sure. Haven’t seen them today.” For some reason I couldn’t really lie to my dad. This wasn’t a lie though. Technically. 

Dad gave me another incredulous grunt. “Ok,” he didn’t believe me but didn’t press the matter any further. “Let’s go get a seat. The presentation should be starting soon.” We headed inside and sat towards the back. We were used to blocking people’s views so front seats were usually a bad idea. The presentation started off like any other I’d seen a thousand times. They picked the peppiest kids of the school to brag about how much there is to do on campus, how to use the points system, how inclusive and diverse they are. It was the same program I’d seen since elementary school but now I was almost the same age as the actors.

Apparently dad had gotten just as bored as me and went back to working on his phone. I’d really never seen him work but I was surprised when I saw Diego’s name on his phone. Not only that but it seemed to list everything about him as well; height, weight, job, orientation, even his penis size. I didn’t know why my dad would ever need information like that but he seemed too distracted to notice that I was looking over his shoulder. Then he started typing into the program. ‘If Matt is doing something he’s not supposed to for Diego and Joe then they will send him several their nudes. Then they will meet up and send him special pictures of themselves naked together as soon as they can.’ 

Dad hit enter and I could see a blue cloud emitting from the tip of his phone. It traveled through the theatre and then ended up going to Matt’s pocket. I watched as Matt reacted to his phone kept vibrating in his pocket. He finally pulled it out and then dropped it as he saw what was on it. Quickly he hid it back into his pocket so no one else could see. I looked over to see dad smiling. 

‘Did they..?’ I kept the question to myself as I tried not to think about it too much. For some reason that mystical blue glow looked so familiar but I had no idea where I’d seen it before. However now I couldn’t get it out of my mind. What had it actually done? But I felt like I was about to get an answer as dad pulled out his phone again and started typing away again. It was the part where a few of the students had to do a cringy rap with Jermaine Shepard, the local crime stopping police dog mascot. One had to act like a drug dealer, while the other was a buyer, then there was a cop there to stop them with Jermaine right behind him. 

They were clearly all part of the drama department but judging by their performance they probably weren’t going to do much with it after they graduated. Then dad started typing away again. I could barely read what he was typing but it looked like he kept describing them as bigger and more muscular than they actually are. He changed their weight to be nearly 100 pounds more than it actually was and said switched their likes from plays and theatre to sports and working out. Moreover he wrote that the actor playing a police officer was one and that the one playing as Jermaine Shepard was actually given the ability to turn into the mascot instead of it being a costume. I stared in disbelief as I watched him hit enter. That same blue energy exited his phone and started to take over the guys on the stage. 

I watched as their muscles started to broaden and their faces grow a bit colder. Then their thin muscles started growing. Little by little their costumes fit them differently. The baggy almost loose clothing tightened around the drug dealer and drug buyers frames. Even from the back of the auditorium I could see their muscles starting to grow. Pulsing with new power as the rap continued to go on. Veins bulged out of their arms. Their bodies became redder as the cardio made them even hotter. Sweat started to drip off their bodies, soaking the sleeveless shirts they were wearing. Their legs bulged out making some of the movements nearly impossible for them to complete. Far too thick to have the same amount of movement. 

I turned to the new police officer as his body started to change as well. Muscle just kept adding on to his upper and lower body. But he was also growing quite a bit taller. His long limbs took the added muscle but he was able to added muscle fairly well. He may have started out as tall as them but was quickly passing 6 foot then 6’2” then closing in on 6’4”. Since the other two were so much shorter they had larger roid guts sticking out in front of them while he was tall and lean. Despite his longer muscles he still looked just as built. Growing just as round and thick but shoved inside a navy blue uniform just a half size too small.

Every movement he did, his arms tore ever so slightly more at the uniform covering his body. His huge pecs pushed hard at the top few buttons holding his hefty chest back. The front of his pants looked like they were having just as hard of a time holding everything down there together as his thighs, ass and dick made sure to push at every direction. 

But I couldn’t believe what was happening to Jermaine Shepard. It was so weird watching his still black and brown fur look more realistic. Instead of the taut immovable fur that the costume had been made of he actually looked really fluffy. His ears moved around with the music while his mouth actually started to move as he sang. Even his claws dug into some of the stage while he danced around the set. But he was growing just the same as the officer next to him. A wide chest with a relatively thin waist. Then they stopped. To them and everyone in the crowd nothing seemed to have changed.

Everyone looked bored like they’d just watched the same show for the thousandth time while I sat there awestruck. I kept my mouth closed trying not to draw attention to myself. Even the four who had been changed exited like this was completely normal, thanking the police department and then leaving like nothing had changed. The lights turned back on and people started to shuffle out. 

“Ready to go buddy?” dad asked me.

“I think so…” I muttered back. I couldn’t help but wonder what all he could change. Or what all he had changed. I looked down at the phone in his pocket and felt my dick get hard at the possibilities. 

Then I saw Matt barreling towards me. “Hey. Hey. So you know how I said that if you see Diego or Joe to send them to me…” His eyes caught my dad’s. “Actually could I talk with you privately?”

Dad smiled down in his usual way. Like he knew everything but wasn’t about to admit it. “Nonsense buddy. Why don’t we all get lunch? I’m sure whatever you have to say isn’t that bad.” Matt looked at me, hoping I could somehow get us out of it. But the two of us were already under dad's arms as he shuffled us out of the theatre.