Danny Jockdom

Chapter 1

It was time for gym class, and Danny Fenton was once again, heading into the locker room after being beat up by Dash in the hallway. It was only a recent occurrence, but it was starting to become routine -- maybe Dash had some additional anger to blast out or one of his former victims switched schools. Regardless, Danny was growing tired of it. He almost felt like fighting back, but he knew he'd never stand a chance. If only he were better built, he thought. His lanky body had not fared well with him lately; in addition to Dash, he had a hard time with some recent villains in the Ghost Zone. Although he managed in the end, at times, they just seemed too powerful for him. At the time, it seemed like a little more bulk was what could solve his problems.

His ghost breath kicked in for a moment, but Danny looked around and saw nothing suspicious. Then, he noticed something seeping out of a locker at the end of a row. It looked like green smoke. Danny transformed into his ghost form before it could fully materialize. It looked like a green, floating, semi-opaque jock had just emerged from the locker.

"Hey! I don't want any problems man! I'm not a bad ghost!" the jock-ghost said at Danny's fighting stance. "All I want is to buff people up."

"What?" A confused but cautious Danny Phantom asked.

"In my high school years, I was the jock, the big man on campus. I loved it, I used it to advance myself in life. But after my death, I realized that people were either jealous of me or mad at me; my muscles were amazing! I decided to spend my afterlife by giving my gift to the underdogs, the scrawny kids my jock buddies always bullied."

Danny remained unconvinced.

"You look like the kind of guy who often comes back from taking a beating. Wishing you could just be bigger so you could put him in his place, or at least so he won't get to you anymore. I'll give you the beefy, muscular body that'll be the talk of the school!"

Danny thought back to Dash beating Danny up just minutes before. The idea of being bigger was starting to grow on him, but he still had his doubts. He at least transformed back into human form before asking, "But I can't just come in here looking like a wimp and leave looking like a bodybuilder! And what about my clothes, and -- "
"Don't worry, I'll handle all that. Just think of me as your ticket to bodybuilder physique, whenever you want it, with all the other legwork done by me. All you have to do is allow me into your body. It's a small price to pay to never be bullied again, don't you think?"
He still thought the deal was too good to be true, but he was getting tired of always being beaten up by Dash. "Alright, you can beef me up."
And with nothing more than an excited yet sly smile, the Muscle Ghost possessed him. After a few shaky seconds getting used to the possession, he stood still waiting for the changes to kick in.

Suddenly, he felt something in his right wrist. His entire upper right arm began to swell. Since this is your first time, I'm gonna take it slow so you can really appreciate the muscle-building powers I have, the ghost said from somewhere in Danny's head. Something about it struck him as strange, yet some part of him accepted it. The growth started in his upper arm as well, it catching up to create one, consistent, bulging arm. The sensation moved to his chest, where it began to stick out in front of him more. His pecs were beginning to expand, and each second became more exciting than the last. His traps began to rise and stretch out his shoulders and neck. His other arm began to swell, first the closer section, then shortly after the further section towards his wrist, matching his new right arm. Then, the sensation headed lower, Danny could feel his entire midsection reshaping to match his new pecs. Danny could feel each pair of his six-pack abs growing, his sides expanding to create a smoother transition from his pecs. He noticed his thighs began to swell, his stance widening to compensate. The sensation spread to his calves, and soon they expanded to match the rest of his body. After a moment of pause, the sensation rose back up in his body a little. I've saved the best for last, the ghost said in Danny's head as his butt began to expand and round itself into the perfect jock butt. His package then began to expand in his pants, growing more libidinous while creating a surprising and noticeable bulge in his pants while still soft. I'm the total package now, buff and able to get any girl I want! Danny thought. Wait -- those aren't my thoughts... Before Danny could come to any logical conclusion, the muscle jock ghost, knowing it could be found out, had seeped into and quickly exited Danny's mind. Danny passed it off and simply admired his new physique, smiling at how he had went from a skinny runt to a huge, muscular bodybuilder in just a few minutes.

In order to pack on the muscle, the jock ghost had to make some proportional changes to him; he was about a foot taller, his feet were made bigger to support him, and he had a wider stance due to his thicker legs, however it still looked normal due to his buff upper body. Regardless, he still had an ultra-muscular body, akin to something seen in online hyper fetish and mega-muscle art. The muscle ghost had acted as a mix of the perfect steroid, no side effects in sight, and a big shot of testosterone.

See what I did to you? The jock ghost asked Danny in his thoughts. I made you a super-muscular bodybuilder jock with perfectly toned everything. And you still have full control over your hot, sick new body -- if you want me to tone it down or go back to your skinny self to hide your muscles from your friends and classmates, I can do that. I stretched out your clothes tight so they fit while still showing off your body, just one of the many things I can do with your clothes, and I gave you some more "power downstairs" if you feel like playing out some... teenage fantasies.
Danny was amazed at how powerful this ghost was -- just like in his life, in a way -- but blushed in embarrassment when he mentioned the teenage fantasies. Danny had always thought about them, maybe had some moments with them, but this ghost could help him live them?! This was going to be an interesting experience indeed.

Danny them realized that it was still time for gym class. Um, do you mind if you could change me back to my old self? I don't want to look like a muscle freak in gym today. The muscle ghost complied, without question, and returned Danny back down to his usual state by shrinking his muscles back. Danny felt a little sad at the fact that he had to lose his muscles, but he knew that when he got home that afternoon, he could lock the door of his room and do whatever he wanted with his physique. And have fun with it he would...

Chapter 2

It was, at times, what felt like a long rest of the day, but Danny Fenton had made it and was heading home. He was excited to get home, because today he had been possessed by the ghost of a jock who could give him any kind of muscular, ripped, super-built physique he wanted. Plus, the ghost said he'd help Danny with his... deeper desires. True, he had some muscle dreams sometimes -- he was a superhero, after all -- but being able to live them? It was unimaginable.

He came home and locked himself in his room -- he didn't want anyone to suspect too much. Then, he got out a tall, full-body mirror -- one used occasionally by other members of the house on earlier occasions -- from his closet, where he was originally storing it to try on new clothes from a week ago. Nobody in the house cared too much about where that mirror was; as long as it wasn't broken, it would be around. This made perfect conditions for Danny to test out his new muscular ghostliness.

Alright, I'm all yours; what're you gonna do with me? the ghost jock asked in Danny's head.
Hmm, let's try out some looks. I wanna start out with a toned look, not too big, not too little, like I've... been working out for a year, Danny thought-replied.
The muscle ghost started building Danny up, giving him some muscle definition, spreading him out a little, and a barely-there six-pack. His clothes tightened around him, but in most places they were still loose. Cool, Danny thought. He now stood in front of the mirror and admired his somewhat muscular body. There was something in his head trying to say it didn't feel like him, but the jock ghost muffled that to nothing more than an incomprehensible background thought.
Alright, lemme show you one, the jock ghost interrupted. He then returned Danny to normal size. Danny didn't get what he was about to do, but then, he felt it. There was some tingling in his pants, before his pants bulge started to stick out. Danny was surprised that the ghost could do that. His member continued to grow by snaking down his right pant leg. Danny was becoming more libidinous and aroused as the growth continued. His member finally stopped growing after it was almost all the way down his pant leg.
Ooh, I love it! Danny thought, part amazed and part aroused. It's bigger than any of the jocks at school! I want to pull out my massive fuckstick -- Wait, did I just say "fuckstick"? Danny thought as he was in the middle of unzipping his pants. The muscle ghost had taken a little more control from Danny for that brief second. And what am I doing? he thought, noticing his fly. He started to zip his pants up, but before he could, another wave of pleasure surged through him, making him conveniently forget his thoughts. His member quickly shrank back down to normal after that.
You know, I can do so much with teenage hormones... the jock ghost began to muse.
Really? Danny replied.
Yeah -- any amount of muscle, any fantasy, the possibilities are limitless. And it's in the runts, the weaklings, where it's concentrated the most, because they've never had the chance to show off any of it.
Hey, I can't just go and work out when school and fighting ghosts takes up most of my time, Danny retorted lightly.
That's why I'm here -- I give you the muscles and the strength and the power fantasy so you can handle the rest, the ghost replied.
Then let's do another one -- really beef me up this time, Danny thought.

The sensation began immediately all over his body as he slowly began to bulk up. His pecs were the first to show up, inflating as his chest began to widen. His arms then began to thicken and grow more muscular. His abs started growing next, inflating into a thick six-pack. Just below, his buttocks were inflating into a bubbly jock ass. His shaft swelled immensely in front, and the sensation of its growth made it a little hard. His legs were the last to inflate, swelling to roughly match the size of the other muscles.

Just when Danny had thought the growth was over, his whole body began to bulge further outward, catching him by surprise. He grew taller, wider and bigger. Veins began to protrude. Danny worried about hitting the ceiling before willing the growth to stop. He looked at himself in the mirror, having to step back a little to fully see himself. It may have been the ghost talking, but man, did he look hot. His clothes were as tight as a second skin, yet fully covering him thanks to the jock ghost's powers, showing off his ripped, bulging muscles. Danny flexed, the ghost making him more confident and just a little cocky. He was quite cocky, however, in the package department down below; a pleased Danny gently touched his shaft to get it just a little bit excited. After feeling the sensitivity arouse him for a few moments, Danny willed the pleasure away, leaving a soft shaft in his pants just a little saggier but no smaller. Danny was going to save that surprise for later.

Suddenly noticing he had willed the past few changes himself with no interaction with the jock ghost, he had decided to mess around with a few things. First, he shrank his clothes more towards their normal size. As the changes took hold, Danny saw as his shirt slowly receded, revealing his abs, and his jeans revealed his ripped calves as they turned into long shorts. He felt his lowest abdominal split into two as he gave himself an eight-pack, then did it again as he gave his ultra-muscular body a ten-pack. Danny was never one for showing off, but maybe it was because he never really had anything to show off. But thanks to the ghost jock that was possessing him, he had every reason to show his muscle off to the world -- he had the looks and he knew how to do all the moves.

And that's not all I can do -- what's the muscle for if you can't look cool with it? The jock ghost asked Danny. Danny looked back towards his closet, almost frowning. It felt like the ghost was right, whether it was through his own thoughts or the ghost's influence. He let the ghost change his clothes, and soon, he felt his shirt splitting down the middle, exposing his pecs. The fabric thickened, and the colors started to shift around and change. After a little bit, it turned into a perfect high-school-jock jacket. Come on, you weren't expecting this? The muscular ghost asked after Danny gave him a 'Really?' sort of look.
His shirt soon merged itself again and became thinner. His jeans were becoming thinner too. It was all turning black. Soon his clothes had turned into black, formfitting, rubbery 'clothes', which looked awfully kinky. It looked not too unlike his costume as Danny Phantom -- it just looked like two pieces and lacked all the gray parts. This is for, uh... some working out, yeah, working out, the muscle ghost explained. Sure, Danny replied, trying to be in on the ghost's joke. The clothes began to change on him again. The two pieces merged and began to turn a lime green. Danny is caught by surprise as the sleeves and pant legs of the former clothes disappear. The clothing had become a lime-green wrestling singlet. It curved around his pecs, meshed with the bottom six of his ten-pack, and gave little to the imagination in terms of his package. Danny smirked confidently as his package became a little aroused, the bulge in the singlet growing. Danny then got another idea for a cool transformation he could play out.

Danny morphed his abs back into a six pack and reverted back to his normal clothes at his normal size. He then began to grow, feeling his tightening shirt against his suddenly developing chest and abs. His arms and legs began growing too, tightening the pants and the shirt sleeves. A hole formed in the center of the oval on his shirt, and the seams on the jeans started giving way. Danny was really starting to enjoy the muscle growth, something he never thought he'd like as much as he did now. His pant legs turned to shreds as his bulging calves and thighs burst out of his jeans. His shirt tore right down the middle, revealing his ballooned pecs and chiseled six-pack. After expanding a little more, the growth stopped, and Danny looked in the mirror. He looked like he had just hulked out -- exactly his intention, except with just the body and the clothes, and not the whole 'raging green monster' thing. Apparently, he enjoyed the growth so much that his girth below was showing its appreciation. Danny was surprised and embarrassed. It's alright, happened to me all the time, the ghost replied, sensing Danny's emotions. I called it a 'jock cock'. I would be flexing or working out and mine got a little excited.

Relieved that what was happening down there wasn't awkward, he returned to checking himself out. He still couldn't believe that this body was his. Yesterday, he was unpopular freshman Danny Fenton, the scrawny occasional punching bag of built athletes like Dash. But today, he was huge. He had an ultra-ripped, super-buff, powerhouse of a body. He was a muscle freak, looking bigger than any jock at school, heck, into bodybuilder territory. And Danny loved it. He wanted to be like this forever. He wanted to lie somewhere, with little clothing, and admire his new body. He didn't even care -- or, thanks to the ghost, didn't know -- that these feelings weren't really his. The amazement was his, but the power fantasy was all the jock ghost's.
Man, I love the control that you give me, Danny thought as he continued to gaze at himself in the mirror.
It's what I do -- you give me the body, I give you the muscles and all the knowledge on how to work them, the ghost jock replied.
It just feels so different -- usually ghosts that try and possess me need a human body to carry out their own plans, and I'm just sitting in the back seat.
Naw, Danny, that's not my style, the ghost replied. I'm more like a wingman or a sidekick or something. I'm at your command, Danny.
Danny smiled a little, beginning to trust more the ghost wouldn't turn on him.

As the newness of the look wore off on him, Danny decided to make another decision on how he liked his muscles.

Chapter 3

All afternoon so far, Danny had been playing with the gifts of a muscle ghost that had been possessing him since gym class. The ghost used the power of Danny's raging teenage hormones to give him powerhouse muscles which would inspire the jealousy of jocks and bodybuilders alike. Danny had shrunk down to normal size, still wearing only his boxers, and thought about other ways to use his new hidden beef. He decided to try a few more things.

He watched as he grew outward into a lightly built teenager. His pecs bulged outward as his abs morphed into a six-pack. His arms and legs bulked to about double their regular size, and, as much as Danny would deny it, his package was elongating inside his boxers. He looked in the mirror, where he looked like a jock-in-training, of sorts. It was probably the muscle ghost, but Danny thought he looked hot like this. There was something about his leaner physique that he found attractive. He looked older, which was something he strangely liked. He bulked up a little more, his six-pack becoming clearer, his chest pushing further out, his arms and legs thickening a little more. His protruding jock butt became more defined. He looked like he had the body of one of Dash's lesser-built friends now, and Danny only found it hotter. His junk thickened in response while still staying soft. Oh, man, I love looking like a stud! I'm a total chick magnet! Danny thought. His boxers strained a little, sending some pleasure through his body.

He then decided to go all the way. The big one, the whole package -- well, there was really no 'all the way' was there? His pecs began to balloon into watermelons. His six-pack became hard cinder blocks on his chest. His biceps blew up into basketballs. His butt became two completely inflated spheres. His legs exploded with muscle. His member thickened and stretched inside his underpants, creating very noticeable bulging. Danny looked in the mirror. He was amazed at what he saw. He flexed in the mirror, watching his muscles move. He was more buff than Dash. Heck, he could replace Dash. He was even starting to become aroused. I didn't even know you could -- uhhh -- make me this big... Danny thought. Look at me, Danny -- the muscle ghost extruded himself out of Danny's body for a moment, reducing Danny's muscles momentarily while the muscle ghost, still connected to Danny at the waist, showed his own ripped top half -- I can do anything, he said as he returned into Danny's body, bulking him up again. The mixture of the arousal and the pleasure signals from the jock ghost were taking over and dominating Danny's thoughts; he didn't care about anything but his massive bodybuilder physique, and everything that came along with it. He was huge, he was hot, he was horny. A physique like this he could have only previously imagined having while overshadowing Dash or something.

And as if the muscle jock was reading Danny's thoughts -- he was -- Danny's clothes changed in front of him, while he was looking into the mirror, into a fitting version of Dash's jacket. Danny's shirt split right down the middle, starting at the chest, and the cloth thickened and the colors shifted to match the likeness of the jacket. For extra fun, Danny was wearing nothing under the new jacket to better show off his chest and abs. Danny's head began changing. His hair retreated and stuck tighter to his head as it faded into a blonde. He now looked like Dash, thanks to the muscle ghost; his pecs grew out a little further after the transformation as a little surprise. The student who was once his bully was now his look-alike. Dash-Danny thought of all the payback he could get from being Dash; his package bulged out further in agreement.

"Whoa," Dash-Danny said, looking at how well his body looked and how convincing a Dash the jock ghost had just made him. "Whoa," he said again, this time his voice sounding half like his own and half like Dash's. "Whoa..." he says, taking a mental double take, this time sounding completely like Dash. Dash-Danny then made a somewhat menacing face, scheming about all the things he could do while being Dash. It would be ample payback for all the wedgies, the swirlies, the times he's been beaten up...

But then Danny has a change of heart. He turned back into normal Danny Fenton again. You're just playing on my emotions, he thought. This isn't me...

Sure, you feel like this isn't you, Danny, the muscle ghost replied in his head. But haven't you dreamed about these things sometimes? Getting back at Dash, being built, looking -- FEELING like less of a runt?
Danny pondered it for a moment before replying. Sure, but --
But you've never had the chance before. This might not be you, but this CAN be you. All your dreams, your fantasies, your deepest inner desires... you can LIVE them, Danny. Haven't you enjoyed much of what I've done for you so far?

Yeah, but...

See, Danny? It takes years to get that buff, sometimes it's even impossible. You'd never have that kind of time. I can give you your wildest, muscle-bound dreams. You want this. Don't you?

Yeah, I do, Danny thought, but...
Just keep me around, Danny, the muscle ghost explained. That's all you have to do. Just keep me in your body and I can do anything you want me to do. You want this. You like this. Why pass it up? Danny thought on it. He did like the feeling of having the ghost of a muscular jock, the top of the school totem pole, inside his body, willing and ready to grant Danny any matter of muscles or muscular fantasy. Even some things he had never told anyone about. He would have all of the benefits, all of the memories, with none of the work, and what seemed like none of the risk.

Alright, I guess I have no complaints about it...  Danny finally thought-stated. And with that, the polter-jock had found its newest host.
Then it's settled. Get ready to have total control over the ultimate body... the buff, muscular body of your dreams... a body that will be the envy and jealousy of everyone.

Man, am I ready to have some fun...

Chapter 4

Danny Fenton had just agreed to let a muscle stud jock poltergeist inhabit his body, in exchange for the ghost giving Danny ripped, muscular fantasies at will. In a sort of celebration, Danny took off his clothes, and, while standing naked, triggered another transformation. He grew a flat, toned set of six-pack abs that stretched across the length of his stomach. His pecs inflated and rounded out to stand about two inches from his former chest. His arm inflated to about double its size, along the way filling him out with clear biceps, triceps, and the like. His thighs widened and his calves fattened, building up his legs. The muscle around his neck and shoulders raised up into a proper set of traps. His buttocks gained a little curvature. His entire body was given a glossy tan. And his package grew out to seven inches, rock hard and leaking with precum. Danny's arousal grew as his penis expanded. The precum sort of came out, dribbled a little, and then rolled back into itself; it was Danny's idea so as to not make a mess. He didn't want anyone to know about what he was doing, and that was a precaution. He stood and looked at himself in the mirror. You look hot, the polter-jock commented. mmh -- And bothered... Danny added, noting the pleasure from his erect cock.

He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his toned, tanned form. He rubbed and touched some areas of his upper body, each sensation heightening his pleasure. He loved the possibilities of the jock ghost's power. Danny felt powerful, confident. He put on a slightly intimidating look on his face as he finished.

"This is... unbelievably cool," said Danny, trying to not to break the whole 'slick' motif he was going for at the moment by containing his excitement and enjoyment. He still sort of failed at it. "It's like you're completely altering reality," he adds as he looks down at his looping precum leak.
Well, that's the basis of it, the polter-jock replied. First it was just muscle, but now I've gotten... well, I guess you could call it 'experience'. I've gotten stronger over time, and now... well, I'm the jock ghost you feel today. If those hidden hormones are there, I can do whatever I want with them.
"Whatever you want?" Danny noticed the ghost's slip-up.
To do what you want, added the ghost in an attempt to save face. You know, I have to do what I have to do for my host's fantasies... how irresponsible of me it would be to just go nuts with a body! This is a consent thing! I'm better than that! The ghost was trying to deter any suspicion that he was up to anything more than what Danny wanted to do with him.
"Okay, I'll take your word on it, but don't mess around like that," Danny replied.

Danny, becoming bored with simply standing with his overglossed sculpted body, returned to normal.

"You know what I just thought?" Danny asked.
No, replied the jock ghost.
"It's interesting how a number of my enemies have muscles. I'm thinking about it -- Dash, Vlad, Dan..."
Go on... the ghost replied as his interest was caught.
"Wouldn't it be funny if you could turn me into one of them?"
Well, I already turned you into Dash... reminded the polter-jock.
"Yeah... then just do another one."
Who?
"Just have at it," Danny said. "Surprise me." Danny closed his eyes to prove this was what he wanted, and the muscle ghost had no choice but to go to work.

Danny's shirt inched up his neck, then shrank to only cover it as it turned silver and grew a flowing black cape as the material became skintight jumpsuit material. His pants became unimportant as they began to fall down his legs, turning into black jumpsuit material itself in the process. His skin tone changed to a ghostly teal. His neck widened out as his traps grew in, and his face became more square-jawed as a small white goatee grew in on his chin. His eyes faded from blue to red and his hair turned into something sort of resembling white flames. His shoulders began to bulge out, and his pecs formed. His arms started to expand into fairly meaty biceps, triceps, and the like. His stance widened as his stomach turned into six-pack abs, teasing at eight. His legs inflated and made thighs around the size of dodgeballs. His ears grew upwards into a point, and his tongue swelled a little in his mouth as it grew into a point. Danny was caught off-guard by the strangeness of it, which was soon suppressed. His butt was the last thing to grow outward before his penis fattened up and lengthened.

Danny opened his eyes and was shocked at what he saw in the mirror. "You turned me into Dan?!" He said, out loud, forgetting he was trying to keep this new-found power quiet. He had acquired the looks, but luckily not anything else, of Dan Phantom, his evil future self from another timeline.
Hey, you wanted a surprise, the muscle ghost reminded him.
Well, he isa muscular villain, Danny said. He then began to feel his new muscles again, but attention quickly went down to his dick. It looked a little short at the moment, for mega-muscle standards, but thick, as it became aroused by Danny's adjusted bulk. It soon became quite erect, reaching up to the second row of Danny's abs. Blue precum soon started leaking from it as Danny became hornier. It ran down his cock and his leg.< Nice touch, Danny thought with the parts of his brain not succumbing to hyperactive hormones.
Wanted to keep the ghost theme going, the muscle ghost replied.

The hormones, however, weren't enough to distract him from who he was posing as, and after a few more minutes, Dan's muscular body started to creep Danny out. Danny changed back to normal. It was a little comforting to be himself again; sure, it was scrawny, punching-baggy himself, but it tethered him to reality in a way.

"Danny, you've been in your room since you got home from school. It's time for dinner," Jazz called from the other side of the door.
Man, that much time has passed already? Danny thought. Noticing he was still naked, he willed his usual clothes on and went to have dinner, trying to act as if nothing unusual was going on.

Chapter 5

After dinner, the jock ghost invited him to play around further with his fantasies.

Go ghost, turn into Danny Phantom; I want to show you some more, the muscle ghost told Danny in his head.
Wait -- how do you know I'm...? Danny thought.
I'm in your head -- thoughts fly around, the muscle ghost replied.

Danny complied, and a white ring formed around the center of his body, which then split into two. His clothing was replaced by a slick black jumpsuit, his eyes turned from blue to green, his hair from black to white. A normal-sized Danny Phantom was floating just slightly in the room. The muscle ghost then began expanding his muscles. Danny's pecs began to expand out, his abs morphing from flat to a cut six pack. His arms began to widen out, thickening into distinct biceps and triceps. His butt inflated into an athlete's ass, and his legs thickened outward and began to look similar to his muscular arms.

His bulge reformed itself as a long stick snaking down his leg. You know... ghosts can be very horny, the jock ghost said in Danny Phantom's head. And with that comment, the pent-up hormones inside Danny's cock began to rage. It was trying to point forward against the jumpsuit, but the skin-tight leg of his jumpsuit tried to keep it in check. Reading Danny's thoughts before he could even think them consciously to the muscle ghost, a slit opened itself in the 'pants' of the jumpsuit, his massive cock and balls now rerouting to the hole. It was at this point Danny finally got to see the huge dick his sexual desires (and the jock ghost) had been feeding. For the first time, Danny was surprised at the size of his own girth. His shaft was so thick he just barely couldn't completely encircle it with his one hand. Its height, when pressed flat against his body, had already reached well into the top row of his six-pack, and was only about an inch or two away from touching his tight pecs. The size of Danny's hard -on alone made him hornier, and made the dick longer.

Some more growth all over occurred, perfecting his physique, before it all stopped. It took Danny a moment to adjust to his new, bulkier physique. But when he did, he immediately loved it. Danny couldn't help but feel out every part of his new body. It felt unrealistic; it was so smooth everywhere; but yet the firm touch reassured Danny that this was, indeed, his body.

"This is so cool," Danny commented. "Unh -- and so hot..." he added, referring to his massive member, now getting even more agitated by the muscles. He had really grown to like being buff. Even being just hunky felt like a dream coming true to Danny. Sure, Danny liked the agility of his thin teen body, now that he thought of it, but the powerful feeling Danny had right now was overwhelmingly irresistible. The jock ghost inside of him was all too pleased with Danny's reaction. Danny, deciding to play around with what the ghost could alter, morphed his jumpsuit into a black speedo. He had to pull up the underwear, now sitting below his balls, and stuff his huge junk in. He thought he would have issues with it, but the polter-jock made it all fit perfectly. The ghost made his pecs do a few pec-pops in the mirror, helping Danny show off. Danny turned and flexed his arm. Seeing the muscle swell up and then return down engrossed him. Danny continued to flex various muscles, a look of curiosity and excitement on his face. Danny just didn't know what it was about being this beefy, but it was amazing.
Maybe this is how Dash feels... he thought.
"And I can make it even better..." the muscular jock possessing his body offered. "Whatever you want, with your hormones and my power, I could change the whole world into your biggest fantasies. Think of it -- one day, the school's top jock. Next day, a hunky bodybuilder who gets all the ladies. Next day, hot, hung male supermodel."

Danny was salivating at the possibilities. When he noticed he was, he wiped it off with his arm; the muscle movement excited him even more.
"I'm all yours, Danny," the buff ghost replied. "And no one would ever have to know."
Danny grinned at the thought. So much power, waiting to be unleashed. Danny wanted to beef up even bigger, his mass pumping feelings of sheer power through him. He returned to human form, retaining his size and the speedo, and bulked up more to satisfy himself. His pecs expanded, his arms thickened, and his stance widened slightly to make room for his meaty legs and... 'roomier' package. He couldn't help but moan pleasurably as the changes set in. He still couldn't believe it was real. He couldn't yet imagine actually strutting through the halls of high school as the beefiest student in his class, but he could fantasize about it, which gave him an idea.

Chapter 6

The next morning, Danny woke up what seemed to be an impressive case of morning wood. Danny was compelled to rub one out, so he pulled his underwear down and started stroking his cock. His rod was stiffer than usual, seeming to have a penchant for sticking straight out in front of him. It also seemed a little more sensitive than usual, hastening the moment. Soon enough, Danny released himself, but instead of his spunk, the polter-jock came out instead. Danny tried to smile at the trickery, and also because he wasn't going to be making a mess on himself. I've got some plans for you today... Danny thought to him. I can't wait, the ghost replied, retreating back into Danny's body, waiting for his muscular call.

Danny headed off to school as normal, waiting for just the right time to pull off what he was planning. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, as it seemed Dash was strolling along all by himself. Perfect, no one will notice, Danny thought, although that wasn't necessarily a problem thanks to the muscle ghost. Danny snuck up behind Dash and quickly overshadowed him. Dash's usual eyes were replaced by a pair of green peepers, akin to Danny's ghost form.

Danny felt awkward in Dash's body. It just didn't feel right to him. The body seemed clunky. There was a lot of weight that felt seemingly limp, a dead-weight coating around Danny's natural body inside. The ghost inside of Danny felt the strangeness Danny was feeling; his ambition empowered by last night's muscular escapades but not aware of the shifts that would occur after. The athletic apparition began to salvage the situation, first by turning Danny-Dash's eyes from green to their usual color.
"I didn't think this would be so weird -- ohhh..." Danny said as his voice deepened to a level more fitting for a jock. It wasn't really Dash's voice, but it wasn't a problem; the hunky haunter simply altered the environment to make it so. Danny felt his inner frame growing to match Dash's built proportions. Biceps thickening and leading to triceps defining themselves, filling the bully's shape. Danny's chest inflating to touch Dash's meaty pecs, his stomach morphing to match Dash's defined six pack. Danny's legs swelled to fit Dash's jock profile. And finally, Danny's package grew into Dash's underwear, which seemed larger than Danny expected. I am going to have to see about this in the bathroom... Danny-Dash thought suggestively. The limp, dead-weight feeling was gone now, Dash's form felt as natural as his own. With the muscle ghost's help, Danny had successfully turned Dash, once Danny's biggest non-ghost enemy, into his own personal muscular husk.

Danny checked the clock. There was still time to slip off into the bathroom before class. Luckily, no one questioned one of the school's most prominent jocks, and Danny was about to find out just how 'prominent' he really was.

He found the boys' room, slipped into one of the stalls, and locked the door behind him. When he pulled Dash's underwear down, Danny was surprised. Dash felt thicker soft than Danny was hard. Danny had an average penis himself, but Dash's was just... bigger. There was no other way to describe it. It was longer, thicker... manlier. Suddenly, the member began to rise. An insatiable urge to jack off began to form inside of him. Danny tried to fight it -- there wasn't enough time before class, he worried. But feelings were building inside. The power, Danny thought, almost subconsciously. The manliness.

Danny tried to keep fighting the almost innate feelings as the erection hardened further and further.

The length. The girth. That size. Just imagine the feeling...

It was as if Dash's cock was begging  to be stroked. Danny wanted it too a little, but it still felt so foreign. There wouldn't be enough time --

The veins are swelling as it gets thicker and thicker...

Danny could barely hold back anymore. The thick meaty hands of Dash Baxter's body were already stretching closer. Feeling the muscles again only made Danny want it more...

The power, the raw, sheer power...

Danny couldn't hold back anymore.  Danny-Dash's masculine, muscular form was jacking off.

The sexual feelings inside of him were indescribably pleasurable. There was just something about the heaping muscles, the throbbing dick, the powerful strength, something about those things Danny liked now. The feelings of power and dominance after so long being seen as a runt. It wasn't even Danny's own body, but the feeling of having so much meat on him now, in many, many places, was intoxicating.

Before he could expect it, Danny had come all over the back wall of the bathroom stall. It was more ejaculate than he had ever normally seen, as a young person exploring his sexual desires and urges. But soon reality had come back to him; some mixture of surprise and embarrassment as he realized he had just covered the back wall of a school bathroom stall in his semen. Not even remembering the polter-jock's reality-warping powers, he simply unlocked the stall and backed out.

Danny-Dash put his meat away in front of the sink, and washed his hands. As he turned the water off, he still couldn't help but flex a little in the mirror. He chuckled as he made a goofy expression with Dash's face. Now if he could just get out of here, head to class, and put all this behind him --

Those plans were immediately put in jeopardy as he headed for the door. He heard some noises coming from nearby. They sounded vaguely like other jocks; real meatheads rather than a half-ghost in a paranormally-altered meatsack. He tried to get out of dodge without looking suspicious, but --

"Dash!"
"Hey!"
I have no idea what to do! Danny thought, panicking a little.
Don't worry, Danny -- I speak jock, the athletic ghost said back in his head. Just let me take control and I can handle this.
Alright, Danny replied, having no real choice. Danny felt as his control over the body faded and the ghost took over.
Danny couldn't understand half of what the ghost and the other jocks were talking about; a muddy mix of sports terms and slang Danny, not being all that athletic, never learned. Of what he could understand, there was some of it he didn't like; some plans to ruin some students' days to say the least. After they all parted ways, Danny regained control.
...I'm sorry you had to hear some of that, the polter-jock admitted. But it's kinda the things we do?
Whatever happened to your postmortem remorse? Danny asked.
I still have that, the ghost tried to explain. But I've still got to talk the talk.

Danny decided to drop the issue, and got out of Dash's body before he entered class. Outside the door, Dash was wondering what had happened for the last ten minutes, and Danny and the jock ghost were trying to sneak away without being noticed.

Chapter 7

Danny was a little spooked by his little masquerade as Dash, and decided not to try any more meaty beef business (well, besides what was for lunch, if it had meat in it) for the rest of the day. However, when he got home, to the relative comfort of his bedroom, he got a little more ambitious.

Hey, Danny asked in his head. You said you've grown strong enough to alter reality, right?
The whole world can be in your hands, the muscular ghost replied.
How about we start off smaller than that? Danny thought.
Alright, what do you want to do?
I want you to change this whole room into a bedroom... more fit for a bodybuilder.
You got it, kid!

Soon enough, he could see his room start to change. The walls and bed sheets seemed to change color, giving the whole room a different feel. The remaining familiarity of those walls were soon covered up by posters of bodybuilders and motivational pictures with popular bodybuilding slogans on them. In the closet, his wardrobe was growing bigger. A few awards were placed around the room. A weightlifting set, complete with weights, took up a corner. When everything was said and done, the thing that looked most out of place was Danny himself, his scrawny average frame making him seem like a stranger visiting his own room.

Wow, you did a pretty good job, I guess, Danny complimented.
And the last thing that needs to be changed is you, the polter-jock responded.
Huh?
Just start lifting those weights over there and it'll all make sense.

Danny went over to the weight set and laid down on it. For some reason, Danny knew how to operate it. He didn't know how much weight the bars were holding (again, he was never really familiarized with any of this), but somehow he knew he could easily handle it. He started lifting, and while the first rep (somehow he knew what that was called) was tough, they got progressively easier. As Danny started to enjoy it, his arms started to build, each rep inflating his muscles to hefty proportions. After his arms achieved the perfect physique, the bulking expanded to his pecs, blowing out to a generous size, but tearing apart the front of his T-shirt in the process. Ah, who needs that anyway? he thought dismissively. The seemingly magical powers of the weightlifting soon spread down to his abs, which grew out into a better-than-washboard six-pack. Danny's glutes swelled out into a rounder, more fitting shape, which was already starting to constrict his jeans. Danny's lower body grew out to match his new upper body, but it seemed Danny got lost in the rhythm of his lifting. He didn't even notice that his jeans burst apart in the process, leaving him wearing nothing but an appealing new pair of black boxer briefs. Lastly, the beefy apparition made sure to expand Danny's package. It more than doubled in size to a little over a foot long soft. After that, Danny seemed to be done with his weight session.

"Ah, five sets should do it. And you were right," said Danny, in reference to the jock ghost. "I did need that."

Danny looked at his new self from a mirror that for some reason he knew hung up in his closet. He also noticed that his clothes had changed. Instead of his usual fairly similar outfits, now hanging up in there were a number of shirts and pants in a variety of styles. Regular shirts, tank tops, tees, shorts, sweatpants... all fitting to his new bodybuilder build and appropriate for his new look.

It took a moment for Danny to take in that look. But he really liked what he saw. He felt more confident, more aggressive, more of a go-getter. It was like the athletic apparition infused Danny with all the qualities of a cocky jock, without all the meatheaded brain drain that kept them barely passing. He flexed for a little while, and did some bodybuilding positions (which somehow Danny knew). It managed to get him aroused, and his boxers made that quite clear. But before he could get down into his underpants to handle it --

"Danny, you've been in your room since you came home again. What are you up to in there?"
Danny started to panic. If his sister Jazz came in, what would she think? Surely she'd know something's up, and that wouldn't end well.
The haunting hunk, sensing his panic, suggested something. Why don't you just skew reality for Jazz to think it's perfectly normal that you're a bodybuilder while she's checking up on you?
Great idea, please do that! Danny thought back as her footsteps came closer to his door.

Jazz opened the door and looked around. "Oh, you're just posing." Danny felt relieved that the muscle ghost worked his stuff again. "You should probably do your homework before dinner; mom and dad said if you did they'll take you to that bodybuilders' gym where you can show off this weekend."

"Yeah, sure," Danny responded, seemingly a little dismissive but still internally surprised how normal the ghost made such a drastic change feel for Jazz. She closed the door behind her as she left.

Once that was taken care of, Danny turned his attention back to his new, buff physique. He ran a hand across his perfectly-cut washboard abs. He then felt the heft of his bodybuilder pecs, the result of hours and weeks and months of hard work. Except Danny skipped that part and got right to where he was studly hot. And "studly hot" was no understatement; Danny had suddenly become pretty attractive. He was even starting to distract himself a little. Or maybe that was just the hormones -- his package was bulging obscenely out of his black boxers and left little to the imagination. The pressure getting to him, Danny slid the boxers off.

His cock was bigger than even he could imagine. His balls were the size of oranges and his cock was slowly firming, raising itself to 20 inches long and a few inches thick. Just looking at it, in front of his face, was getting Danny wet. Danny couldn't help but begin to jack himself off. His firm, strong hands began stroking his hard, meaty member. The experience felt so good, he couldn't help but let out a pleasurable moan.

"This is the... best one... I've ever had..." Danny struggled to utter to the muscle ghost.
You like this, don't you? the polter-jock asked.
"Yeah..."
You love this, don't you?
"Unhhhh..."
You want to feel this big, this powerful, all the time...
The ghost seemed to be amplifying the pleasure Danny was experiencing; as if he was giving in further to the athletic apparition's promises and desires for sheer power. He didn't even know how fast his hands were moving down his massive shaft, completely lost in sexual lust. Before he knew it or could expect it, his dick tensed up. After a brief pause, loads upon loads of semen started blasting out of his member. Danny was shooting so hard he was coating the ceiling with thick, sticky white cum. Danny's cock continued to eject load after load for a whole minute before it stopped, and his dick began to slowly lower itself. The first thing Danny noticed when he began to recover from the hormones overtaking his body was the mess he had made on the ceiling. A giant splotch of white seemed to just sit there above him. Looking to figure out a way to try and clean it up, Danny opened his door and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Chapter 8

Danny arose the next morning back in his normal body. The muscular apparition didn't change the room back from yesterday, however.

"Yesterday was..."
Amazing? the jock ghost suggested.
"Well that's one way to describe it," Danny responded.

Danny looked down and noticed that in addition to waking up wearing nothing but a shirt and briefs, the ghost had given him a large, flaccid cock this morning. Danny's larger, matching balls took up most of the space in the undies; clearly the underwear was too small to fit his package. The shaft ran perfectly across the width of his right leg and, despite its otherwise normal appearance, wouldn't look too out of place on a small horse in terms of size.

"I was kind of thinking last night, before I fell asleep -- why am I still scared of the jocks?" Danny asked. "I mean, I could turn into a muscle monster at any time I wanted and totally cream them -- or be them -- but for whatever reason I'm still worried. Why couldn't I just ask to become the top jock at school, cocky and overconfident, who gets anything he wants and every girl loving him?"
Well why don't you? the polter-jock asked.

Danny's room started changing again. The bodybuilding posters on the wall were replaced with sports ones.

"But wait, with my grades? Wouldn't I just be another dumb jock? I don't want to be dumb."

It's your fantasy, the ghost replied. Alongside the new growing shelves of sporting trophies appeared a collection of books. The weight set stayed, but Danny's closet changed. After some more alterations, Danny's bedroom was one fit for a star jock; one who was also doing quite well in school. Who said you couldn't have it all?

"Wow, you've shaped the place up nicely!" Danny remarked.
And now comes the best part. I know you can feel it.
"Huh?"
Your biggest dream being fulfilled, finally dominating over that bully Dash.
"Yeah, Dash..."
Slowly, a six-pack of abs began to slowly form across Danny's stomach. The testosterone and hormones in Danny began to rise as his excitement grew.
You just can't wait until you can get your hands on that raw, immeasurable power...
Danny's chest began to rise, forming the start of pectorals.
To feel it coarsing through your veins...
Danny's member was rising too, expanding in size.
Lucky for me I get the best of both worlds - a grower and a shower, Danny thought. His mind started to change to fit the new reality; thoughts about family and friends and fighting ghosts were joined by sports plays, good class notes, and palling around with the school's most popular people, including -- especially -- the other jocks. Danny was becoming much more familiar with his physical and also his sexual prowess; as his arms and legs began to tone Danny's dick grew harder, pushing aside the already-outgrown briefs.
After the foundations were laid, Danny's muscles started inflating. His pecs bulged outward, expanding as if someone was pumping air into a plastic bag; their enhancement pushing the front of the shirt forward. When they got nice and firm, his abs continued to rise, his six semi-rectangular stomach hills being joined by two more rising below them. Danny's legs then began to expand, revealing muscles the names of which Danny didn't even know the names of, and the likes of which Danny never thought he could have. They appeared thick and strong, like tree trunks; perhaps optimized from years of practice in various sports. The growth then moved back upward, to his arms, as his biceps and triceps enlarged to match the extreme definition of his legs. The rest of his torso then bulked up to proportionally match his limbs; his shoulders grew broader as traps set in, sending Danny's Adam's apple descending a little. As the muscles on his back raised Danny higher off his bed, it was too much for the already strained T-shirt to bear; it tore open revealing his enhanced chest and stomach areas in full. Only then did Danny realize just how massive and defined the ghost had made his pecs become; almost like airbags for his ribcage. But when Danny felt the two mounds of meat on his chest, there was no denying how solid and firm his pecs were. At the mention of solid and firm, as a new, almost bubbly athletic ass grew in, Danny's already exposed cock rose further to attention, standing like a flagpole as it engorged itself to a size of fifteen inches long and three inches around. Smaller than yesterday, sure, but still more than enough to put anyone else in the locker room to shame (and besides, he could always just ask the pumped-up poltergeist possessing his person to pump some more pleasure into Danny's penis). Danny's fruit-sized balls, churning with seed, completed his total package. As a little more space opened up in his head for all the play-by-plays, sports memories, and test knowledge, Danny knew the ghost's alterations to him were complete.

"Fuck yeah," Danny said, his new voice a little deeper, but hardly unrecognizable.

Danny took his new body, now effectively nude, and his unwavering erection into the bathroom to jerk off. A few days ago, Danny wouldn't have been so open about it, but now, he didn't care; Danny's head told him he had been doing it like this for a while.

As he went in, in addition to seeing his smoldering hot, bodybuilder-destroying physique in the mirror for the first time, Danny noticed his hair was shorter; not too much shorter, but something that seemed like a happy medium between Danny's own hairstyle and one of Dash's buzzcuts. It seemed to have a bit more shine to it too, now that he thought about it; but part of him just brushed it off as just another way he was the most perfect guy in school.

He placed his firm, meaty hands on his member and started jacking off. Each stroke seemed to be the most pleasurable thing he had felt in a long time, like secretly his body was aching for sexual release. Although he knew, or at least he thought he knew, he could go much longer, ten minutes later, Danny blew his load in the bathroom, creaming a side wall with several times more sperm than normal Danny could ever produce. A part of Danny was in awe at the thick, creamy white streams erupting from his body.

"Man, that's never gonna get old," Danny said.

After cleaning himself up, Danny headed back into his room, put some underwear on -- this time a pair of black boxers with a silver waistband, a style choice he chuckled at -- and checked out his closet. Multiple pairs of jeans, a few black shirts, plus some designs he recognized from his 'scrawnier' days, and his letterman jacket -- standard-issue high-school jock fare. Danny grabbed a pair of jeans, one of the black shirts, and his jacket, and got dressed. Afterward, Danny got out that full-body mirror again, still hiding in his closet, to admire himself some more. Danny looked amazing. He thought his handsome physique was ripped enough to make bodybuilders -- and definitely the other jocks -- deeply envious. He grew enamored with how the clothes fit on his body; enough to show off every inch of his defined build, yet still teasing that there's much, much more underneath. As Danny started flexing and showing off, the bodybuilding moves he somehow knew and the sports poses he's trained for tightening the clothes' hold on him, exposing more of the awesome muscles that made up his peak physique, Danny noticed his trouser snake was lengthening down the leg of his pants. Danny smirked.

Well, at least there's plenty of time before I have to get to school, he thought.

Chapter 9

After spending some time unloading his member for the second time this morning, Danny finally grabbed his backpack -- it felt so light on him now -- and his gym bag -- something new from the polter-jock -- and started walking to school. The walk made Danny perkier than his usual at this hour of the morning. Maybe it was the temperate air gently swishing past him. Maybe it was a side effect from all the strength and power Danny had just gained with his new, athletic-entity-enhanced muscles. Perhaps it was the fact that he'd walk into school this morning knowing he wouldn't be the victim of Dash Baxter's antics anymore. Maybe it was something else entirely. Danny didn't know, and didn't really care, anyway; everything about this morning looked absolutely perfect. Kinda like himself.

About halfway on his way to school, a limousine pulled up beside Danny as he was walking up the street. The rear door opens and a white-gloved hand motions for him to enter the vehicle. Unsure of the sudden appearance, Danny decides to nervously enter the car. The limousine initially seems to follow the route to school, easing Danny's fears briefly; however, a series of unexpected turns by the driver revealed the car's true destination, one quite familiar to Danny: the mansion of a certain Vlad Masters. After the door is opened, the assistant on the limo pulls Danny out and pushes him toward the residence, implying he's meant to go in. He approaches the large doors, but before he reaches them, one of them is opened. Vlad is standing in the doorway, all dressed up in a three-piece suit.

"Ah yes, come in, Daniel..." Vlad invited, his voice somehow equal parts soothing and chilling, at least to Danny.
"What do you want?" Danny asks, a rude demeanor painted on his face, as Vlad gives way to Danny entering the palatial great room of the house. Given their past history, Danny doubted this surprise meeting would end well. After Vlad closed the door, the two sat down in seats facing directly opposite each other.

"So what do you want?" Danny reiterated. "To play some joke? Start some mind game? A fight?"
"A fight?" Vlad responded, surprised. "Why would I want to start an altercation with Casper High's star athlete?" Vlad pointed to the various newspaper clippings on the wall, documenting Danny's apparently storied sporting history. Most of the stories were about football, but there were a few other things mixed in as well.
"I brought you here to ask you something, Daniel: What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Danny asked, puzzled.
"Yes, what do you want? A nice car? Some flashy gadgets? Some spending cash to flaunt?"
"Well, that'd all be nice, but I could never afford that."
"Let me handle that," Vlad offered. "After all, the least I could do for Casper High's top athlete is to treat him to some of my spoils."

"Are you serious?" Danny asked, in disbelief. "What's the catch?"
"No catches, no games, no strings attached," Vlad insisted. "Maybe this will make you believe me..." Vlad handed Danny a thousand dollars worth of twenties. It was more money than Danny had ever held in his life.
"Well, if you're offering, be my guest," Danny said, a cocky smirk peeking out. He still didn't believe that Vlad was going to be nice to him, after all their history, but something told Danny he shouldn't look this gift horse in the mouth.
"If you want, you can even put me on speed-dial," Vlad offered. "I'll have a few of my hands around the house tend to your every desire..."
"Uh, sure," Danny responded. It seemed like a deal too good to refuse. The two exchanged numbers.
"Now, if you'd like, I'll have one of my drivers escort you to school in style," Vlad said.
"Sounds cool, thanks," Danny agreed. It'd be a plus if he wasn't late this morning.

Although he arrived at school, there was still a short walk up to the doors of Casper High.
"You're welcome," the ghost jock said, briefly revealing himself.
"That was you?" Danny asked, still surprised. "That was unreal!"
"Thought you might like it," the supernatural athlete replied. Danny was approaching the door. "Well, showtime!" The ghost quickly returned to inside Danny.
"Showtime? What -- "
"Just watch me," the ghost said. Danny felt his control over his body slipping slightly as his hunky haunter took over. A sly smirk grew on Danny's face as the ghost jock began to manage his stroll down the hall. With a confident strut, Danny showed off throughout the hall; flexing, posing, and even doing a pec-pop -- Danny didn't know he could do that! -- as he sauntered past the main hallway. The lack of control gave Danny extra time to focus on the happenings of the hallway; for some reason the name "Dash" was still being thrown around. After waving to a few fellow jocks, Danny and the ghost had passed the initial throng of people, and Danny regained control again. His stride was briefly broken by the switch. Danny was surprised by how he had just acted in front of all those people. You'll get used to it, the jock said in his brain, feeling Danny's surprise.
"Hey, good morning, Dash," Sam greeted, she and Tucker meeting up with Danny in the middle of the next row of lockers.
"Dash?" Danny asked, confused. "Why is everybody calling me Dash?"
"Don't you know your own nickname?" Tucker replied. "You're Danny 'Dash' Fenton, athlete extraordinaire! You're known for your awesome sprints down the football field, some of them game-winning, crushing other teams' defenses and leaving their victory hopes in the dust. You're the school's best player!"
Danny's mind was conveniently 'reminded' of some of those game winning plays, including the one time where he smashed through five players singlehandedly to get the ball down to the end zone.
"Oh, yeah, of course!" Danny stated, trying to play it off.
"You alright man?" Tucker asked. "Is there amnesia going on or something?"
"Nahhh, of course not!" Danny insisted, getting defensive.
"How about we head to class?" Sam suggested. The two agreed and began heading to their respective first-period classes together. About halfway to class, Danny noticed someone who appeared to be on a rant about something; Danny didn't seem to care about hearing whatever it was.
"Who's that?" Danny asked.
"Oh, that's just 'Dash' Baxter," Tucker informed, using copious amounts of air quotes around Danny's 'new' nickname. "He totally stole your nickname that one time, remember? It kinda stuck though, because no one really cared what his real name was."
Now that Danny thought about it, the kid did look like the Dash Baxter he used to know, albeit with a different hairstyle and a darker shade of blond hair than Danny remembered. Danny smirked at the karmic comeuppance likely provided by the polter-jock.

Danny entered his first class of the day as normal -- well, as normal as it would be, given Danny gained at least 75 pounds of muscle, minimum, overnight (how Danny was able to even remotely fathom such a calculation was beyond him) and no one seemed to notice. Not that he cared that everyone already knew him as 'Danny "Dash" Fenton, super-jock extraordinaire', rather than 'Danny Fenton, wimpy underachiever slash jock punching bag'; it saved him a lot of worry about explaining his sudden 'growth spurt' to his friends. As class went on, Danny noticed he was paying more attention than usual; not to mention he didn't feel lost in the subject matter. The situation struck Danny as strange, and almost unsettling. But it also felt positive, in a way Danny couldn't describe; a constant, subtle tingle, like having a mint. Class flew by, until --
"Alright, before everyone leaves, I'll hand back your tests from last week," the teacher said.
Danny was caught by surprise. He knew he took a test last week, but he feared getting the test back, given he wasn't a brains-and-brawn-packing high-school-dominating machine last week. He felt the 'old him' was about to shine through; part of him felt certain he got a number of the answers wrong.
"Fenton," the teacher finally said, handing Danny his test and moving on.
Danny couldn't believe it. In the corner of his test read a circled letter "A". He felt giddy, the high carrying him onward through the halls after class, where he met up with the school jocks. Danny felt an instinctual connection to them, even though in reality he was meeting up with them on friendly terms for the first time; it seemed he had already gotten to know them deeply, and there was no need for greetings or introductions.
"I got an A on the test, guys!"
The other atheletes cheered.
"Awesome to hear, bro!" Kwan congratulated "You coming to practice later?"
"You know it!" Danny said without a second thought. "I'm just super-pumped about passing that test, and just today in general," he continued, sating a somehow irresistible urge to flex in front of them by curling his bicep and leaning his elbow against the locker.
"Looks like you're not the only thing feeling super-pumped today," one of the other jocks noticed, pointing downward. Danny looked down and saw that his bulge was bulging further outward than usual. Danny grew embarrassed at the protrusion in his pants, right in front of all the jocks.
"No worries, dude," the fellow jock said, "We can deal with that in the bathroom." The jock got out his phone and started texting someone.

Chapter 10

Danny was lost in waves of pleasure inside the boys' bathroom as he was in the middle of receiving a wildly satisfying blowjob from one of the school's cheerleaders. He was unable to think or speak in any truly coherent manner, just occasionally make ecstatic moans. While, in reality, this was Danny's first time doing such a thing -- heck, something so sexual and so public would never have even crossed his mind as a possibility before he was graced with a new, upgraded body and an 'enhanced' attitude -- Danny also knew, back while he could form coherent thoughts, that this was hardly unusual; he and the other jocks helped each other out through arranging blowjob and handjob sessions all the time, from all the popular girls -- even Paulina, an object of Danny's affection; desires enhanced, like so much else, by the jock ghost's possession. Before Danny could expect it, he blew a massive load straight down the throat of the girl sucking him off; spurt after heavy spurt pumping into her at a scale the former Danny would find unattainable. After he regained his sense of self, he began to pull his shaft out of her; currently, a fifteen-inch monster Danny knew was more than twice the size of any of the other jocks. It looks bigger than when I put it in there, Danny thought as he held the cum-stained cock in his one hand. After the cheerleader left the bathroom, Danny asked the muscular ghost to clean up the mess for him. It obliged, naturally, and within seconds Danny's hand and slowly softening hard-on were both completely dry, as if nothing happened, even though he knew he had just blown a load. Once it was soft enough, Danny loaded the shrinking stiffy back into his pants, forming a familiar bulge inside them, and let the athletic apparition inside him pal around with the other jocks for a few minutes before Danny went to his next class.

After a school day filled with classes, cockiness, showing off, and after-school football practice, Danny got home around five o'clock. Danny headed to his room and crashed on the bed as soon as he got into the house.

"Wow, now I'm one of the jocks..." Danny said. "And Dash is a wimpy runt now, too? Awesome!" In his head, Danny second-guessed his choice of words, but the concerns were muffled by an overwhelming sense of content at the change. It was what he wanted, after all.

"And that's just one scenario, in one day," the ghost said, partially revealing himself again outside Danny's body. "Imagine what else I can do for you. Money. Power. Muscle. Sex. You could turn into a 21-year-old bodybuilder-slash-model right now if you wanted to."

Coinciding with the ghost's mention of 'bodybuilder', Danny felt sensations of arousal tingle through him.

"You'd be old enough to not have to worry about school anymore... all you'd have to worry about is working out... and pumping up your muscles..."
Danny's cock was beginning to rise.
"You know what? I think I want to stay a high-school jock..." Danny said, hints of lust in his voice. "I like being like this right now... so hot... so buff..."
Danny let down his pants, right then and there on his bed. His yearning cock had already grown to nine inches, ten inches...
"So big... all over... I make all the other guys jealous..."
The jock ghost looked on with a wide grin as Danny grasped his cock and began to pleasure himself.
"I'm bigger than all the other jocks... Dash is no match for me now..." His stroking intensified. "Ohhh yeahhh, this feels so good after a long day..."
Despite the fact that this was Danny's first day ever as a jock, he seemed to know this all too well. Sure, any young man will remember years of jacking themselves off in their bedrooms, but Danny specifically recalled a trip down memory lane, watching his member increase in size as his muscles increased in definition over the past few years. Now, he was able to enjoy how his 'hard work' paid off. The 'memories' -- in truth, fabrications of the polter-jock's design -- only seemed to energize Danny's blossoming sex drive.
"Stroking off my big, fat cock..."
Danny's focus shifted to the sixteen-inch-long rod he was holding in his hands. Everything just felt so right. Danny 'Dash' Fenton was the image of masculinity and power. A solid one hundred and seventy-five pounds of nothing but bulging muscle. A cocky, confident attitude perfect for a jock of his caliber. And a massive, horse-sized member that was irresistible to those who wanted it and envy-inducing to those that wanted to have it.
As Danny got even more aroused through the jock ghost's highlight reel of football practice, his hefty balls finally seized up for a moment. Danny relished in the brief pause, then blasted his heavy load across the ceiling as he came to a climax. Spurt after thick spurt of Danny's semen painted the ceiling of his room, and, as the force began to fade, some of his wall.

After cleaning himself up, Danny noticed his phone had received a new text message. "Hope you're ready for me," it read, along with a suggestive attached picture showing off a particular girl's midsection.

Ahhh, Sam. Danny's best friend. With benefits.

Danny conveniently recalled they had made plans to get nasty tonight, as well as how they got so comfortable: it was by accident, in the not-so-distant past. She had come over for some innocuous reason Danny managed to forget, and then one thing led to another. He grew a hard-on in his pants, and Sam got a little curious. Danny let down his long, erect shaft and she was left speechless; an expression which would soon be shared by many more girls across the school. It wasn't long before they became each other's first times; second times too. Rumors of Danny's huge endowment spread after that, only enhancing his image as Casper High's rising star. He could score in three ways, making him the talk of the town and amping up his popularity.

Danny replied with a similarly-shot image of his unzipped pants, along with a winky-face emoticon.

Eventually, the doorbell rang, and Danny casually sauntered out of his room and down to the front door, not caring about whether or not his parents or his sister Jazz found Danny with the body of a muscular beast and the dick of a giant unusual. Upon opening the door, the two gave each other nothing but suggestive glares as Danny invited Sam in and up to his room. Their respective levels of experience were on display as in minutes Danny had locked the door and the two were nearly nude; Sam in a bra and panties, Danny in simply boxer shorts. A clear friskiness was present between them, as if they had been restraining their respective mutual lust until this very moment.

"How do you keep that thing under control?" Sam asked, somewhat jokingly, as Danny began to harden in his underpants.
"I don't," he slyly replied as his stiffy began to actively tent itself, pulling the front of his boxers outward and the elastic waistband away from him. Danny smirked confidently as Sam wasted little time in tugging at the band his cock was offering to her.
Neither of them were disappointed as Sam revealed Danny's dick to the open air -- a thick, footlong, lightly-vascular piece of meat which protruded clean-shaven from his groin, offering shade to roughly pool-ball-sized testicles hanging in his slightly drooping ballsack. His 'cue stick' was ready to strike, and one bra removal later, the pair were laying on his bed, his hefty arms guiding her body and her hole to his waiting shaft. Sam was reduced to horny shudders the second he penetrated her. He guided her forceful, lusty thrusts as his sex drive hit overdrive. Though his manhood had grown since their surprising first encounter, to Danny, Sam was as tight and stimulating as ever, even though she swore each time they fucked, he pushed her open just a little wider, so he could satisfy her in a way no one else could. Danny relished his position as king of the jocks; although all of the jocks were athletically and sexually well above average -- most had boasted about their yearning eight- or nine-inchers in the locker room -- Danny was the only guy in the whole school who could pride themselves in wielding a double-digit dick. All the girls came to know this as Danny rose to fame as Casper High's top sports star. As their sex continued, Danny was reminded of these things, It made him want to take in the moment and get more of it.

"Mmmmh, fuck yeah..." Danny uttered as he pulled Sam closer to him, her breasts beginning to grind against his pecs.
Their intensities amplifying, Sam took control, sliding herself along Danny's body, his shaft rocking her insides.
"That body, and that cock... you're irresistible, Danny." her sweet lips cooed as she came in close on his bed.
Danny let out one last magnificent moan before he climaxed, unloading his sperm into Sam; the force of his cum blasting against her innards driving her to orgasm as well. Danny continued to cum inside her for a full minute, even as his jizz overflowed and spilled onto his abs and his bed, the thick, white substance pooling around his quads and butt.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh..." Danny moaned as his ravaging release began to relent on Sam. After Danny let out all he had into her, the two decoupled from each other, once they had some semblance of their bearings.
It was only once Sam started to move around did she realize just how much cum Danny had pumped into her; the space between her thighs was stained in a layer of white, and her body was still leaking some of the weighty amount of sperm sloshing around inside. Still recovering, she managed to get up off of Danny's bed.

"You know, I see you every day, Danny," Sam said as she looked for her panties on the floor. "But it always seems to amaze me just how hot and sexy you really are." Sam finds her underwear and begins pulling it up her legs. "And I never realize it until you rock my world in the bedroom."
"Glad I can keep proving myself," Danny said, a level of smoothness and confidence just emanating from his face as he sat up. He did feel a little drained on the inside from the sex, though.
"See you tomorrow, Dash," Sam finally said while putting her shirt back on; she was about to leave the room fully-clothed.
"See you tomorrow," Danny said back, still a charming manner about him.

"Girls and sexual pleasure on a whim?" Danny said after Sam had left. "I guess that's just a bonus with this body."
Danny was about to get up off his bed, but as he started to move, remembered the pool of cum sloshing in the space between his thighs. "Hey, ghost, can you clean this up?" The ghost obliged, and almost instantly, both his bed and his flaccid cock were dry. Danny then proceeded to get up as previously planned, and left his room to go elsewhere in the house, still nude. Danny was feeling cocky tonight. He might as well let it all hang out, he thought.

Chapter 11

After a trip to the bathroom, Danny was in the kitchen, every part of his body still on full display, getting a glass of milk from the fridge.
"Just had sex with Sam, huh?" Danny's dad, Jack, entered the room.
"What?!" Danny was caught by surprise. How did his dad know about what just happened in his room? And why did he not look right in that jumpsuit for some reason, Danny wondered.
"It's not like we don't know, son," Jack said. "And besides, you two aren't quiet up there."
"Well, I guess I just have it like that," Danny boasted. "With this body, and this much prowess downstairs," he continued, in reference to both his cock and his sex drive, "I can't help that I score touchdowns with the ladies so often."
"Where do you think you get it from?" Jack asked, referring to himself. He unzipped the top half of his jumpsuit to reveal a body almost as toned and defined as Danny's was. There was a little more fat obscuring his abs, and his pecs didn't stick out as much, but to anyone who saw him, Jack Fenton was still a bonafide, certified hunk of a man. Danny was surprised beyond belief at the physique his dad had revealed. That didn't look like his father's body at all. He remembered very clearly the gut he really had, at least before the ghost's tinkering, but something in him suppressed his cause for alarm. Why was he concerned anyway? This is always how dad's looked, a part of Danny reasoned; sure, perhaps somewhat varying levels of fitness, depending on how deep he was into his latest Fenton Works project, but he's been buff for as long as that part of Danny could recall.
"Let me grab the old high school yearbook," Jack said, and Danny waited for him to get it, as he poured his glass of milk. His father came back with the somewhat dusty tome and flipped through its pages to the glossy sports section.
"Back in my high school days, I was on top of the world, just like you. Good grades, all-star on the football team, maybe a few late nights for one reason or another..." Jack punctuated his point by pointing to pictures of himself on the field, making game-changing plays, and, pages later, in the classroom, wearing his own letterman jacket.

Beyond the awkwardness of the situation, it all seemed to make sense. There was still a lingering thought in his mind arguing that it didn't, but Danny felt pushed to run with it anyway. Jack had been a stellar student himself, and had plenty of prowess academically and athletically; once he saw Danny was growing up to be like him he couldn't resist helping out sometimes. In the event they both had free time on a weekend -- which, between Danny's homework, practices, and rampaging sex drive, and Jack's latest ghost projects in the lab, wasn't exactly frequent -- they'd work out together, admiring the maintenance of their bodies and the definition of their physiques.

"I'm proud of you, Danny."

Perhaps it was some combination of the 'memories' from the polter-jock colliding with Danny's own reminiscence of his former puny life -- recently more punctuated than usual with pummelings from bullies and problems as Phantom -- but Danny was overcome with emotion. He could barely manage to hold back tears long enough to squeak out a "Thanks, Dad" and walk out of the kitchen, then racing his milk upstairs. Once behind his bedroom door, Danny burst into crying.

The athletic apparition was caught off-guard, coming out partially. "Whoa... I... are you? -- "
"I... I... I've... I haven't heard that from him... in a long time," Danny interrupted.
Once he had gotten through most of his good cry, Danny tried to further explain.
"Just... between my crummy grades and Dash being extra-hard on me lately, and all my battles with ghosts, that they don't know about... it... it means a lot to hear that from him for once."
"Oh, uh..." the ghost wasn't sure how to respond. "I didn't know, I -- "
"It's okay, don't... don't worry about it," Danny insisted, though he wasn't entirely convincing.
"I -- I mean... are you alright?" the ghost asked, surprisingly concerned about his host.
After a few moments of complete silence, Danny found words to say. "I... maybe I just need a break."
"A break?" the hunky haunter asked, now concerned about losing his host.
"I mean, that was... I don't know how to feel about it, honestly. Maybe some time off from being 'Dash Fenton' will help me think."
"You're not... going anywhere, are you?"
"No, I'm not asking you to leave, maybe just... leave me alone for the rest of tonight," Danny stated frankly. "It's been what, three days? Surely you've gotten enough of me to last the night."
"I'll be fine, I guess," the polter-jock admitted. "If that's what you want..."
The athletic apparition left Danny's body, the shaky feeling that came with his posession momentarily returning. In a matter of seconds, the whole room turned back to how it used to look. The sports posters and trophies were fading away. The weight set was disappearing. The extra bookshelves were vanishing. Danny's head started feeling a little stuffier, and his muscle mass receded to its normal, nonexistent lanky levels. Danny was still nude, though despite the return of his inhibitions, it didn't surprise him.

He got back up and saw that his usual clothing was strewn across the floor in front of his bed, save for a pair of black boxers which seemed to be emitting a faint green glow to a keen eye. Danny sighed as he picked up the boxers, the puff of ghostly blue coming out along with it confirming that the hunk was haunting the underwear; perhaps its influence was shaping it so.
Danny gave off a small smirk. It does look kinda hot, he thought, before putting the underpants down and going to get another pair as he began to get dressed again

After proceeding to put his clothes back on, Danny laid back down, his thoughts returning to that moment. How did he feel about this ghost anyway?

Chapter 12

While Danny found a strange comfort in having dinner with his family, going to bed, and waking up with everything being how it normally was -- Jack still being on the pudgy side and Danny back to a skinny little twig without a hyperactive third leg -- he got up the next morning still a little conflicted about the polter-jock and his powers. Part of him did want the sheer power that all that hunky muscle packed on, and all the hormonal hijinks that ensued; but another part of him wasn't sure about all the extra little implications. Regardless of his feelings, Danny still packed the polter-jock, still a pair of sexy black boxer briefs, in his backpack as he headed off to school.

After his first class of the day, Danny got caught up in a conversation with Sam and Tucker. The conversation was surprisingly relaxing, despite the occasional mentions of ghosts; perhaps just seeing Sam as his friend again relaxed Danny, compared to the particularly saucy evening he had with her last night.

All seemed to be going well, and Danny was finding the day strangely refreshing, until a particular pain in his side showed up.
"Oh hey there, Fen-turd! Have you met my friends lately?" the menacing jock asked. "Say hello to Left Hook and Right Hook!" he continued, moving his arms in a punching motion towards opposite sides of him.
The look on his face told Danny that he meant business, and there didn't seem to be any particularly sneaky way to get back at him. Panicking, Danny ran, heading for the nearest boys' room in hopes the polter-jock could save him from a world of hurt. Dash gave chase, and it was clear Danny wouldn't be able to outrun him for long. As soon as Danny tturned a corner, he went intangible, racing to find somewhere to hide. Swerving into the restroom, Dash surely still giving chase, Danny became visible again and hurriedly got out the haunted boxers and threw them on a nearby sink.
"Come on, muscle... ghost... you can possess me again..."
Nothing seemed to happen.
Danny lifted up his shirt, revealing his effectively flat upper half, and pulled down his pants, letting loose his average-sized cock. His panic and growing annoyance mitigated any fears of the very real potential that Dash might come in and see this compromising position."Come on, how easy do I have to make it for you?"
Aggravated, Danny grabbed the boxers and started to shove his cock into one of the leg holes. It was apparently the connection the ghost needed to move into Danny. After the brief shaky feeling subsided, Danny could clearly feel the afterlife athlete taking control. His fears were the first thing to subside, as a zealous confidence grew inside of him. His cock began to grow erect, starting to fill in the leg of the underpants until Danny slipped it off. Danny's muscles inflated into an amazingly athletic build, his stature rising to match. It was as if the ghost had never left Danny's body last night. Now Danny wasn't holding out his body out of impatience, he was holding it out out of a seemingly natural cockiness.
Good to be back, the jock ghost said as his voice returned inside Danny's head.
"Fuck yeah," Danny said, without hesitation, feeling up parts of his upper body as the sudden rush in hormones overpowers him. "What about Dash?" Danny asks after playing around with one of his pecs. Given the situation, he should've arrived by now.
Leave him to me, the ghost replied. Danny felt slightly pushed out of control of his own body, but not fully, like when he needed help with his 'jock talk'; it still felt distant, only less so.
Dash finally burst into the bathroom, still as menacing as before. "So how about it, Fen-turd?"
"Nuh-uh-uh..." Danny's mouth moved, head shook no, and his finger wagged in disapproval, all beyond his actual control. "I don't think that'll be happening today." The voice coming out of Danny's mouth seemed less like Danny's, too; slicker, cooler, more similar to the ghost's voice. "Don't you remember?" Danny's muscular hand raised back up, now starting to glow green as if Danny were using his powers. "I know the truth." Danny's powered hand touched Dash's still body, and almost instantly, the bully's eyes glowed green. Somehow Danny knew Dash was under his control, though despite the sudden reassurance, he had no clue what was happening.
"Pull down your pants," Danny uttered.
Dash complied, moving in a strangely precise and visually awkward manner, as if in a trance. Dash's lower half was now only covered by boxers, his bulge protruding.
"All the way," said the ghost, apparently unimpressed.
After some hesitation, despite the control, Dash pulled his boxers down, and much to Danny's surprise, between the tormentor's legs laid a feminine vagina. Dash was red-faced, but the ghost showed no response to the revelation; Danny's surprise and confusion was being actively suppressed by the ghost's intentions.
"At least I let you keep the body," the ghost uttered through Danny's mouth. Danny's arm began to glow again, this time blue, as Dash's clothes were made intangible and removed. Dash, still under Danny's (or the ghost's) control, was now entirely nude, and it seemed strange, given Danny's new 'body math', for such an athletic build like Dash's to end in a vagina. The two moved into a stall, and Dash was pushed down onto the toilet. Danny's cock, still erect from earlier, began to inch closer to the jock's waiting pussy. Danny was getting creeped out and wanted to pull away, or at least look away. But Danny had little control of his body at the moment, as he felt he was being pushed slowly further out of control. Dash's expression had changed into one of increasing terror as the control began to fade somewhat. It was now Danny, or at least Danny's body, with the menacing look on his face as he inserted his penis into Dash.
As Danny's body began to thrust, his sexual hormones were being pumped out on overdrive in a bid to try and override the gross feelings Danny was experiencing. But he also noticed that with each thrust, in and out, in and out, Dash was looking less like himself. His pecs were fading away. His hair was growing out. His pecs were getting rounder and softer.
"You're not Dash Baxter," the ghost uttered.
"I'm not Dash Baxter," Dash repeated, through visible emotional anguish as he watched his masculine body become something else entirely. His voice was increasing in pitch.
"Go ahead, tell me what you are..." the ghost continued. Danny's recoil was lessening, for some reason, as the transformation continued.
"I'm..."
Dash was finding it harder to speak as his last masculine features, along with several inches in height, soften themselves away.
"I'm..."
Dash, or perhaps the person formerly known as Dash, was distraught as the changes to his body finalized themselves.
"I'm Dash's bitch!" The woman who was formerly Dash finally screamed. Moments later, Danny felt ready to blow his load inside of her.
"That's right," the ghost said, Danny's body finally ejaculating into her. Once she was filled up inside, the excess began splashing outside, after which Danny's body pulled out and proceeded to drench her in.
After finishing the release of one of jock-Danny's usual thick, heavy loads, the ghost in Danny's body left her lying in the stall, and proceeded to pull Danny's pants up and leave the bathroom.
"Man, I want a hoagie," the ghost said, Danny's regular voice suddenly returning right in the middle of the word 'hoagie'. Hoagie's a funny word for it, isn't it? the ghost asked, his voice now internal.

"Wh... what the heck was that?!" Danny asked, the slightly deeper, more jock-like version of his voice he had in this version of his life returning.
Just the ultimate revenge on Dash Baxter, the polter-jock replied nonchalantly.
"What do you mean by that?!" Danny asked, utterly confused and still shocked by what he had seen.
What's the best way to take down a jock? Destroy their image, the hunky haunter explained. Given I have some sweet ghost powers... I can do that pretty well.
"I'm still trying to figure out what happened! That was... a lot to take in."
It's simple: usually Dash has the muscular upper hand and often tends to humiliate you. Now in this version of events, under my control, Dash still thinks he's Dash, for the most part, but secretly my powers have turned him into your own personal fuck toy, waiting for your command. The perfect plan for ultimate payback. I mean, it's kinda what you wanted, right?
"I mean, with this dick, a girl I can call on would be awesome," Danny rationalized. "And having Dash out of the picture is always a plus..."
Yeah, yeah...
"But I don't know if I want it like that. Seeing all that happen right in front of me was... way too much."
Did it sound better as an idea?
"I... I dunno how I feel about that. I mean, the idea was good, but seeing it..."
Ehh, maybe you just need some time to mull it over.
"I guess..."
The polter-jock turned up Danny's cockiness and sex drive as Danny turned the next corner in an attempt to mask Danny's concerns. It seemed to be successful, intoxicating his brain and rearranging his headspace to focus on typical top-jock hot-bod things, like showing off his body and sports skills.
"Hey, Danny!" Kwan called out from across the hall. "Catch this!" He threw a football from his faraway position. Danny's reflexes caught the ball effortlessly from midair. After the catch, Danny caught up with him.
"Me and the other jocks are gonna give these cheerleaders some 'special practice'," Kwan explained, using one of the jocks' seemingly endless metaphors for some kind of sexual activity. "You wanna come join us? We found Paulina on the way here..." he added, as if dangling a treat in front of a dog.
"You know what? Let's go show these cheerleaders a new move or two," Danny agreed. It'd sure clear his mind, at least.

Chapter 13

Danny could get used to life as 'Dash' Fenton, super-student and alpha-jock extraordinaire; academics came naturally to him, and so did surprisingly agile athletics and a body that was so built, ripped, shredded, and sheerly massive it neared bodybuilding levels of physique. And in addition to his mental and physical prowess, his sexual prowess was simply exceptional. Danny 'Dash' Fenton was a total-package triple threat that needed a whole sentence to completely describe. And coming from being a scrawny wimp barely staying afloat in school, unbeknownst to anyone, what's not to love?

The little jock-and-cheerleader orgy session Danny was invited to before lunchtime did wonders to clear his mind of the awkward (albeit arguably well-intentioned) revenge plot on the normal Dash the ghost jock had forced upon him earlier on. As usual, at least according to his recent memory, Danny was most impressive once again, his long, thick shaft, just over a foot tall, playing host to all the ladies at least once. Paulina proved to be the thirstiest and most eager dame looking to tame Danny's desire, and Danny was more than ready to satisfy. While it became clear Paulina was tiring out after the start of a second run around all her holes, Danny managed to keep up, though now Danny was feeling tuckered out himself from all the action. He was surprised to find out even jocks have limits...

Though speaking of 'tuckered out' --
"Hey, Danny, how's it hanging? Tucker approached Danny, their size differences creating quite a contrast between the two friends.
"Well, I've been soft for a whole ten minutes now..." Danny joked. Tucker chuckled at the suggestive comment.
"You ready to work on our project this weekend?"
Danny paused for a bit too long as the polter-jock filled him in. "Oh, yeah -- I've already got some ideas for it."
"That sounds great!" Tucker replied.
"So my place, Saturday afternoon," Danny checked.
"Yep, gotcha," Tucker confirmed.
The two went their separate ways.

Swish... swish... swish...

Danny was spending the last few minutes of gym class shooting seemingly effortless three-pointers, much to the amazement (but not surprise) of everyone in class. Though, to be fair, it wasn't really Danny's work -- the polter-jock was handling most of the situation.
Man, I love having a body again, the ghost commented. Danny sensed he seemed to be really enjoying flexing his athletic repertoire as a jock, taking over where Danny had little experience. Danny himself was clearly in the back seat of this particular situation, his defined arms and sturdy yet agile legs seemingly moving on auto-pilot.
So Dash -- the real Dash -- the ghost specified -- he's just king of everything isn't he?
I mean... kind of? He seems like it, Danny replied. You can't really talk about sports at Casper High without mentioning him. He's big, he's imposing, and he dominates on whatever field it is he's playing on.
Except in the smarts department, the ghost notes, rummaging through Danny's memories of seeing Jazz tutor Dash.
Yeah, he's got the brain of a potato. Once he gets out of high school, he's done for.
Perhaps his bullying is his way of overcompensating, the polter-jock joked.
Dude, I've never thought about his dick, Danny replied, missing what he meant.
What? No, the ghost replied. I mean he's making up for his underachievement in the 'brains' department by going heavy in the 'brawn' department.
Oh, Danny stated. Yeah... 'heavy' is one way to put it.

So what about you? Danny asked his hunky haunter.
Huh? The question caught the ghost off-guard and caused Danny's body to miss his shot, catching everyone watching his streak by surprise. "Oh well, you can't get 'em all", the ghost says as Danny to kill suspicions.
Have you possessed people before? How did they like it?
Oh, the ghost replied. Yeah, there have been a few people before you; I've kind of learned something from each one, my power and my 'abilities' growing each time. You though, Danny... I think you're my most powerful host yet.
Huh?! Danny was surprised at the statement.
I don't know what it is. Maybe it's because you're, uh...
I'm half-ghost, Danny clarified. It's a long story.
Maybe it's because you're half ghost, maybe it's because you're the bully's favorite, maybe it's because of how much of a runt you really are, but when I possessed you, I felt something I don't think I've ever felt before. Like my muscles just ballooned up to twice their size all of a sudden. I don't even know if I could do all this with anyone else.
...Wow, Danny thought. He felt... special, in a weird way. I didn't know you felt that way. Usually I'm just telling you to buff me up or help me with a girl or something else, but... is this getting deeper? Is this becoming... something else?
I know what we're becoming, the polter-jock replied. a cockiness in his mental voice. We're fucking unstoppable.

After gym class, Danny was spending an extra-long amount of time in the locker room. Lying back on one of the benches, Danny had invited the cheerleaders over to do whatever they wanted to him, his footlong pole sturdily pointing upward. Danny's sides and legs were hanging off the narrow bench; Danny thought that if he were his normal skinny self, he'd probably fit on the set of flat seats perfectly. But with bigger muscles comes a wider stature, and it was just a thought Danny was entertaining himself with as the next girl, Danny's fourth, took a ride on his hung shaft. Danny was enjoying the moment as she took his meaty member with her smaller hand and guided it into her waiting body. After a few moments of waiting, she finally slides it in.
"Ohhhh, Danny, you give a girl so much..." she moaned as her groin slid closer to his, pushing his cock further into her.
"I get that a lot," Danny slyly remarked.
She started slowly, then sped up as her confidence improved and her innards widened out to handle Danny's dick. Danny and the girl traded moans -- his interspersed with the occasional 'fuck' or 'yeah', hers much less restrained -- until Danny was finally driven to blow his load. Initially, she had a hard time handling the sheer force of the spurts of semen pounding her insides, but she was emboldened to hold on, despite falling off somewhat and her hands feeling up Danny's chest. When Danny finally stops cumming and she can get up, there was no doubt that he had impregnated her, with her distended stomach and her hole leaking his semen onto the floor.
Despite the intensity of that fuck, Danny's cock recovered within minutes, and the jacked jock's cock managed to service two other girls before Danny insisted he get to class, his raging sex drive soothed for the moment.

Danny whistled in admiration as he admired his glistening, sweaty physique in a large mirror of the polter-jock's creation affixed to a wall in his room. In it stood one Danny 'Dash' Fenton, six feet of perfect physique. Powerful biceps and triceps framed large, ballooning pecs, jutting out to shadow cut, defined, eight-pack abs. Below his shaven waist sat an eleven-inch-long monster of a member, currently only half-erect; its presence in this state teased its somewhat latent readiness for sexual pleasures. Sturdy, beefy legs filled out this well-rounded athletic package. The ghost and Danny were spending time tweaking their shared form, the hunky haunter shaping Danny's body just the way the runt-turned-jock instructed. He seemed happy with the current results of their unusual bodybuilding session. Pausing for a moment, Danny heard some feminine sounds from outside his bedroom. Upon opening the door, he found a somewhat guilty-looking Jazz, perhaps trying to peek in at how her brother looked.
"You know, if you want some of this, all you have to do is say so," Danny suggested, gesturing at his body. He delivered those words with a calm coolness, perhaps with some ghostly influence; it seemed anything in Danny that might've objected was being subconsciously overruled.
Jazz blushed upon Danny's directness, and proceeded to retreat into her own room without saying a word. Danny headed back into his room shortly afterward. His gaze returned to his reflection in the large mirror, and his envy-inducing physique.
This body really reminds me of mine, the jock ghost commented.
"You think so?" asked Danny.
I can picture myself in the locker room, full-body mirror, just like this; shoulder pads on, cock out, teasing some girl I imagine is nearby.
"That sounds kinda hot," Danny admitted, his hand crawling down to his weakening half-chub. Imitating the mental image the polter-jock presented somewhat hardened Danny's boner.

"You know, I am tired out from all that fucking today. What was it, 10, 11... 15 rounds?" Danny had trouble keeping track.
Don't worry about how many, insisted the ghost; When you're a jock like me, you learn that how many isn't important.
"When I'm a jock like you, huh?" Danny pondered, intrigued by the statement. His eyes returned to his enticing musculature; in this moment, everything just felt so comfortable. So 'right'. Danny could get used to a body like this, and everything in him seemed to be saying that he wanted to.
Suddenly, a new image began to fade into the mirror. It was Danny, with that body, standing in the boys' locker room, suited up in a Casper High football uniform. His pants were down to show off his cock, which was slowly growing more erect. It seemed the polter-jock's football memory was coming to life in front of Danny, and he seemed to want it. His hard-on stirred, demanding Danny's attention. Danny found no reason to resist, and began to stroke his member. Thoughts of epic touchdowns, ridiculous plays, and girls feeling him up seemed to rush through his brain, only exciting Danny further. His stroking became faster and faster until he blew past the point of no return, his raging shaft splattering the mirror with spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cum. The sexual release was immense, as the feeling of his orgasm seemed to explode inside of him, filling him with erotic contentment.
As his cock came back down, Danny looked at the football player in the mirror again, the bottom half of the strange reflection now largely obscured from Danny's load.

"Fuck yeah," he commented confidently.

Chapter 14

Danny woke up excited; today was Saturday, and today was the start of his first weekend as a jock. He had been toying with the idea all week, and it hadn't always worked out perfectly, but today, Danny was really warming up to the idea. He was really starting to see himself as a jock.
Not only was he happy on the inside, but he was happy on the outside as well, as he was sporting quite the erection, which had snaked down the leg of his boxers and was itching to break free from his pants. Seeing nothing else worth doing this morning, he rolled over to pull out a stack of dirty magazines from under his bed. With titles like Alpha Male Monthly, Jock Life XXX, and Curvaceous Cheerleader Cunts, it was pretty clear what they were meant for. And it was also pretty clear as to who made them.
After grabbing the stack, Danny rolled down his pants, revealing his long, erect cock, pinned down to his right leg thanks to the boxers. The obscene outlines his hardened package made inside them left nothing to the imagination, but Danny liked it like that. In fact, showing what he could do downstairs was quickly becoming one of his favorite activities. After a few good tugs at the waistband, Danny's dick was finally free from the confines of the boxers, and was free to rise to attention into the air. Danny grasped his thick, hardened shaft, admiring its weight and heft as he felt it. Its unrivaled girth felt raw, powerful; manly in his hands. Last weekend, a moment like this would've been beyond his wildest dreams; something hidden deep within the recesses of his mind. But this weekend, with a little bit of ghostly help, his most deeply-hidden fantasies were being realized. In this moment, Danny had no worries about Dash's latest pummeling, or another ghost escaping the Ghost Zone and wreaking havoc across town, or even keeping his identity as Danny Phantom a secret from his family. Right now, Danny wanted nothing more but to jack off his massive cock.
Danny opened up Alpha Male Monthly and firmly wrapped his left hand around his member.
The magazine was filled with big, muscular, hunky, hung jocks -- like Danny was now -- showing off, in a variety of situations; one page was a topless hunk holding a football on the field, another was an athlete flexing for an attractive lady. Still another was a stud in the locker room, feeling himself up and jerking himself off. These were among the numerous scenarios the images depicted, and as Danny delved further into the magazine, the more he saw himself playing out each scene, which only made the experience hotter for him. Some of the images had text or dialogue, such as a cheerleader inviting the jock to come and 'play' with her, or an athlete gloating about his physique, which only added to the potential for arousal.
By the end of the first magazine, Danny was rock-hard, and was eager to rip into the next one. The next magazine in his special stack was of a very similar arrangement; jocks in their element, their bodies on full display, girls lusting and clamoring for them, and their sexual capabilities no question. Near the end of the magazine, Danny stopped upon a double page centerfold. It displayed a massive, hulk of a jock, every part of his musculature in stark relief; any more contrast and you'd swear you'd be able to feel his rippling muscles. Below him was a mammoth erection, which had to be somewhere around 15 or 16 inches long and a decent four or five around, Danny estimated. (He thanked his math classes for inadvertently giving him the ability to measure cock sizes.) That dick was in the midst of being serviced by two ladies, one on each side, who each had their own impressive physiques; large, perky round breasts and big, bubbly buttocks, both body parts seemingly competing in a silent size challenge to determine who was bigger. Danny almost furiously tugged at his lengthy shaft, the perfect bodies in the image and the idea of being that muscular and being serviced like that putting his hormones into overdrive. Swiftly passing the point of no return, he felt his groin seize up, preparing to blow his load. Danny groaned in anticipation, then let out a loud, undeniably sexual moan upon release. The first shot easily gushed out and splattered onto the ceiling, coating it in a thick splat of off-white. The next several blasts continued to do the same, in decreasing levels of force and urgency. By about number 8 or 9, by Danny's count, his impressive, geyser-esque spurts stopped hitting the ceiling, but still made it a long way into the air. Danny's jizz needed nearly another dozen squirts before it finally came to a stop, his thighs sitting in a small puddle of semen. Danny's breathing was heavy from this particular sexual exertion.
"Whoo!" he uttered. "Now that was a good one!"

Having fun with yourself? asked the polter-jock as he made his presence known, partially revealing himself outside of Danny's body. Were it last weekend, Danny would be shocked -- perhaps even mortified -- at even the thought of someone watching him in his most private of moments. Now, however, those kinds of thoughts were nowhere to be found -- or at least, not in a position to be acted upon inside him. Instead, this new-and-improved Danny Fenton had something quite different to respond with.
"You know it!" replied Danny, as if he had been jacking himself off without fear or shame for years now -- because, in this new-and-improved version of Danny's life, he had. Danny had developed quite nicely over the past few years -- why would he have any reason to hide it?
Lemme clean this up for you, the ghost volunteered; within a moment the load that Danny had just blown had disappeared, leaving him completely dry. Danny pulled up his boxers, which, like always these days, bunched his soft junk up into a pretty protruding package, and got up, heading towards the mirror to admire himself. He flexed a bit, and performed a few bodybuilding poses.
"Man, this body is hot," commented Danny in what seemed to be the understatement of the year. "I wonder what my ghost form would be like with a body like this."
Why wonder? asked the hunky haunter.
"You -- you can do that?" asked Danny, surprised at how seriously the ghost took his somewhat errant comment. "How -- how would that even be possible?"
Honestly, I don't know, admitted the ghost, but given you're half-ghost, and a powerful one at that, I don't see why it isn't.
"Powerful isn't the word," Danny gloated. "I am a beast!"
Just do your thing and I'll see what I can do, instructed the studly spirit.
"Here goes nothing... I'm going ghost!" Two bright white rings encircled Danny Fenton's midsection, pushing outward and then apart to reveal his heroic identity as Danny Phantom: his blue eyes were now green, his black hair was now white, and he now had access to all of his powers as a ghost. The only difference between this transformation and any other was that, rather than his former lithe frame, his suit was now wrapped around his new, bulkier body. his chest insignia caught in between his massive pecs.
"Cool!" Danny replied upon noticing his still-built body. "You amped up my ghost form!"
"It's what you wanted," the jock ghost said, most of him now outside Danny, his own physique impressive itself. "Anything you want..."

With the athletic apparition's instructions, Danny soon arrived at his corner of the Ghost Zone. Interestingly, the two entered into a bedroom, not much different from Danny's own; the overall size was larger and some of the furniture and equipment was arranged differently, but it looked fairly similar to the room that the polter-jock had created for Danny, except it was doused in green hues due to the environment.
"This room sure looks familiar," Danny Phantom commented.
"Welcome to my world," the ghost said. It decided to fully extract itself from Danny's body for the first time since he was possessed.
"Are you sure you want to do that? -- "
"Don't worry," the ghost replied. "Your hot bod will be fine in here. It's my place, my little piece of the Ghost Zone. My rules apply."
Upon that statement, the ghost pointed at Danny, and the upper half of his jumpsuit suddenly morphed into a tank top, the 'D' emblem once on his chest now sitting below his mighty pecs; his meaty arms now also on full display.
"Hey..." Danny flexed his now-exposed arms.
"See? As long as you're in here, you should be fine." The ghost pointed at Danny again, and his jumpsuit returned. "You might notice something else too..." He offered Danny a football.
Danny took the football and threw it long, its trajectory not even halfway complete before it hit the wall on the far side of the room. "This is perfect!"
"Not only do you have the muscles, you know how to use them," the athletic apparition continued. "Once I figured out how to hijack your ghost self, it was easy to give you everything you had as a human.
"Wait -- 'hijack'?" Danny questioned the ghost jock's choice of words.
"I've gotta stick around somehow," he replied vaguely, "but it seems your hormones are just as potent in your ghost form, if not more so."
"How could that be?" Danny queried.
"I dunno, I'm just a dead jock!" the ghost threw up his hands.
"I mean... I've never thought about... those things... as Phantom..." Danny seemed to become distracted by looking down at his body in the slick black jumpsuit.

Just like in his room in the real world, there was a mirror in the room in the Ghost Zone. Seemingly attracted to it, Danny walked over and took a long hard look in it.
Danny couldn't help but feel himself while wearing the jumpsuit. It was so form-fitting like this, revealing nearly every bit of his beefy musculature.
"Man, I never realized how hot this looks..." Danny said.
"Maybe because you never had the body to make all those hot definitions in your suit," the polter-jock responded. "But look at you now. You've got big pecs... a washboard eight-pack... bulging arms... sturdy, powerful legs... and of course, a massive package."
As the ghost described each part, Danny couldn't help but touch them, or feel them, in some way, as if he were being sexually stimulated by it. It was the superhero build that Danny secretly dreamed of; before he crossed paths with the ghost jock, he spent a few nights dreaming about what his Phantom self would look like with a body befitting of a superhero. His underpants always ended up wet after those dreams, and he struggled to reconcile as to why. Now, in this moment, it all made sense.
"Mmmh..." Danny's bulge was beginning to stir and grow into an erection. "I'm feeling... unh... so turned on right now..."
"Well, if you'll take it from me," the ghost commented, "us ghosts get a little... rowdier... sexually..."
"Mh... Oh, I'm feeling it now..."
"All that added testosterone, all those extra hormones coursing through your big, beefy, muscular body... it's enough to amplify your urges..."
"Ohhhh..." Danny's erection was now standing at full attention; its length stood straight out, tenting the pants of his jumpsuit.
"When I became a ghost, I didn't know what to do about it," the jock explained, "but after a while... I couldn't resist."
Danny eyed the massive erection that was stretching out the crotch of his pants. There was part of him that felt like this was a form of 'giving in', somehow, to something he didn't really understand. The rest of him was distracted by the burgeoning sexual tension that was tearing Danny up.
"Unhhh..." Danny reached down and grabbed a patch of suit just below the silvery belt that straddled his waist. The polter-jock cut open a hole where the two met, as if by magic, and Danny reached in and grabbed his cock. Throbbing, hard, and a little veiny, Danny's ghostly shaft stood out sixteen inches from him, and was a meaty ten inches around. Danny grabbed his dick and began to stroke.
Danny tried to control himself, but he couldn't help it. He hungered, craved for his pleasure, his release, in a way he had never felt before, and couldn't begin to understand. He couldn't stop himself from going faster, harder, rougher, his erection begging for orgasm.
"Ahhhh! Fuck!" Danny uttered, before his crotch-rocket blasted with jizz, each spurt of his thick, ropey load sending shockwaves of pleasure and satisfaction throughout his body. Danny let out obscene moans as his orgasm shot hormones through his body and cum onto the wall, with a force and a quantity that would've been unfathomable before he met with the jock ghost.
It seemed like forever, but it was barely a minute before his shaft was spent.
"Ohhhh... I think I know what you mean..."
The ghost cleaned up the mirror, which was caught in the mess, so Danny could have another look at himself. He smiled as he looked at his beefy ghost reflection, his cock hanging limp between his thighs; its thick length came almost down to his knees. Danny finally had a body fitting of a superhero, and in a way, it felt like a dream fulfilled. He felt powerful in this moment, like he could knock out a dozen ghosts terrorizing town and not break a sweat. Or, perhaps he could take off a few girls from his list of adversaries...

Chapter 15

Danny Phantom felt particularly jubilant flying through the skies of Amity Park today; no doubt helped by the feeling of the wind on his still-new musculature and the tightness of his suit clinging to his much-improved package. On his long and uneventful patrol, he spotted the rest of his jock friends, playing football in the park, and later on, he passed by Paulina's residence, where she just happened to be standing outside. Danny floated gently towards her, her eyes meeting with his on the way down.
"Hey there, ghost boy..." Paulina greeted.
"I just happened to be passing by on patrol..."
The two came in for a deep, passionate kiss, seeming to need no words to come to a deeper understanding. Paulina moved her fingers down the length of the shaft bulging down Danny's pant leg.
"Well, if that's what you want..."
Danny held her, turned intangible, and flew up into her bedroom. Danny had been here plenty of times before; mostly as Phantom, but also a few times as 'Dash' Fenton. He had begun to tune out the details of the room by this point; his focus was completely on the girl in front of him, begging for a taste of his body. She touched his cock again, her urges guiding her desire. With the ghost's help, Danny willed away his jumpsuit, revealing his chiseled body and thick, meaty erection. The sight of it was beginning to make Paulina wet. She seductively removed her top, giving Danny an eyeful of her arresting breasts, and quickly stripped down to her panties. She took her time to take her underwear off, almost as a tease. Paulina reached out a hand and guided Danny's cock into her waiting clit. Its girth proved tough for her to handle at first, but once it slid in, she had no further problems.
"Damn, you're still tight... after all the times I've fucked you?" Danny remarked.
"You're the only one who can truly please me, ghost boy..."
Danny slowly glided his member in and out of her, each motion sending bursts of pleasure through the both of them. The pair soon were lost in ever-increasing lust; losing track of the world around them, their thrusts increasing in speed, kisses and moans and sweet nothings galore. Paulina reached two orgasms during their sex before Danny could even reach his own climax, lubing up his shaft and encouraging him. But soon enough, he felt it was coming. Bracing for impact, Danny shot his mighty load into Paulina, the cum splashing against her womb with great force. Spurt after powerful spurt of Danny's semen filled her up, the sensation bringing Paulina to a third orgasm.
After Danny finally finished blowing his load, he began to pull out, her cum-flooded vagina now leaking back out a little onto her bed. The pair still nude, Danny got up onto the bed and cuddled with her. His hands found their way around her tits and slender waist; her hands traced his abs and felt his pecs and bulging arms. Danny's cock nestled nicely in between their thighs as it recovered. They shared one more kiss before the afterglow faded, and Danny began to get up.
"Well, I guess I should, uh, finish up my rounds," Danny said, some hesitation shining through; it seemed uncharacteristic of someone with so much physical prowess. Danny mimed pulling his pants back up as his jumpsuit returned from seemingly nowhere. It took him a few tries to adjust his sizable cock, but the part of Danny that was annoyed by this and the part of him that didn't mind seemed to balance each other out.
"Well, you've finished mine," Paulina replied. "See you around, ghost boy..."
"Oh, I think you will..." teased Danny, now dressed again as he slowly floated back out of her window.

Upon finishing his patrol, Danny was thinking about returning to his house, but then had a second thought:
"Hey, can you take me back to your room?"
The ghost obliged, and before long he was back in the polter-jock's room in the Ghost Zone.
"Man, sex with Paulina was fucking awesome," Danny commented. He thought back to his crush on her. In his old, skinny body, it seemed hopeless, but now, in this form, as a jock, not only was she attainable, but they were having regular sex, both as Fenton and Phantom. Danny wondered if she knew his secret or not, but then he realized that somehow, he didn't care; it just meant double the sex for him, and that was what really mattered.
Danny approached the mirror again, eyeing his beefy reflection. Upon a sudden whim, he morphed his jumpsuit, its material slowly covering less and less of him until it turned into a skinny, form-fitting black speedo. Putting his hands on his hips, Danny began to pose, taking various positions and flexing. Just from this, his erection began to stir. Danny touched his thickening pipe, gently provoking it.
"Hey, what about a beachy tan?" Danny asked. He had never really cared about how he looked in the sun before, but like so many other things in his life, being a muscular jock changed that. His skin took on an even golden-brown sheen, as if he had been sleeping on the beach for a week. It looked perfect on him.
Danny's cock was now reaching full attention, jutting rightward in his speedo, which offered little room for such an erection. Danny soon began to fondle his girth, part instinctively and part irresistibly. He had grown to love his long, thick cock meat, its presence attached to his loins infusing him with feelings of power and bravado. He figured it had to be about as big as his old forearm used to be, if not thicker. Upon that thought, Danny began to realize he had been thinking less and less about his life before meeting the polter-jock. Not forgetting about it or anything, but his memories, his concerns, his inhibitions were coming up less and less often. He still remembered happy moments with Sam and Tucker, hanging out, living a normal life, and those were moments he knew he could still have, even with this body. He also recalled some bad memories; that week where he was beat up by Dash twice a day. Struggling for hours on homework late at night. That moment he felt in a few particular ghost fights where he felt truly outmatched. Those were memories he'd be happy to leave behind. Being possessed by the jock ghost didn't seem right at first, but the realization was now becoming all the more clear. Deep down inside, Danny wanted this. Danny was loving this. And he just couldn't deny it. As he peeled away the skimpy material from his midsection, he couldn't help but grin as his mighty member was finally freed.

He began to slowly stroke himself off, but before his head became too distracted by the growing tides of sexual pleasure, Danny had another thought that caught him by surprise.

"Shoot!" Danny realized. "Tucker's gonna be coming over soon so we can work on our project!" Juggling his new life's demands could seriously prove a challenge. "I wish I could stay and play with myself some more," he admitted, "but I've really gotta get back to the Ghost Portal."
Danny recreated his usual suit, still hugging his every curve. The polter-jock flew back inside Danny in preparation for the departure from his part of the Ghost Zone. The two then flew off, dashing at surprising speeds until together, with each other's help, they reached the other side of the Fenton Works ghost portal. Danny jumped back through and into his basement. Upon arriving, Danny turned himself back into Fenton form; the tight jumpsuit being replaced by his letterman jacket, black shirt, and jeans, which were exactly as he left them; not a strand out of place.
Casually walking upstairs and now apparently harboring no rush, Danny sat at the kitchen table for a few minutes, trying to figure out how he would actually handle this situation. While a straight-A student like one Danny 'Dash' Fenton should have no problem handling a simple school project, the equation gets a little more difficult when you didn't even know a project existed until after you became a jock and your brainy credentials are thanks to your possession by a ghost. Despite knowing and recalling all the basic details, Danny wondered how he could actually handle the situation without something coming off as odd. He could just call on the ghost to take over, like he often did for anything sports-related, but he actually wanted to spend time with Tucker himself. Before Danny could come to any sort of a conclusion, the doorbell rang.

Danny opened the front door and just as he expected, Tucker was there, ready to work on their project together.
"Hey Danny! Ready to hunker down on our school project?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah, of course!" Danny replied casually.
Tucker came in and the two went to the kitchen table to sit down.

Ultimately, Danny decided to let the ghost handle the project, but with Danny himself cutting in if Tucker said anything he'd personally know. It wasn't a very noticeable handoff between them, except during some of the quicker statements where the two needed a second to switch. Danny didn't feel great about the arrangement, but a few hours later, the project was finished.

"I'm so glad we're done with that," Tucker commented.
"Yeah," Danny agreed, but for different reasons. "Me too."
"I'm kinda excited to present this on Tuesday," Tucker commented. Danny was casually 'reminded' that the fact was accurate.
"Hey, Tucker," Danny asked, "Why don't we just... hang out sometime? Just us."
The request sounded inconspicuous to his friend, but Danny was really hoping to hang out with him in a situation that didn't require the ghost's help.
"Uh, sure, of course!" Tucker agreed. "Whenever you want."
"Thanks for coming over, Tucker," Danny thanked. "Are you sticking around or do you have to go?"
"Well, I do want to get back to something I've been tinkering with," Tucker explained.
"That's cool," Danny commented supportively. "Guess I'll see you later!"
"Later Danny!" Tucker soon saw himself out.
After Tucker left, Danny headed to the living room and sat on the couch. His bulk sank into the cushions somewhat, increasing the comfort of it in some weird way. But despite his physical relaxation, Danny felt uncomfortable. He was beginning to get the feeling that he'd have to tell the truth about the ghost inside of him at some point. But how would he approach that? And when?

Chapter 16

As Saturday afternoon became Saturday evening, Danny and the jock ghost traded conversations; while the ghost's past remained elusive, they found plenty to talk about in Danny's desires, both latent and novel.
"Hah, ectomorph."
"It's your old body type," the ghost commented.
"It's funny that that's the name for it," Danny explained, "Given I'm half-ghost and all."

Suddenly, Danny felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Checking it, he saw he had received a text message. It was from Paulina.

Hey there, Danny... I'm having a party tonight. Are you coming?

For a brief second, Danny thought about declining -- spending his night in and watching a movie or something -- but as soon as the thought entered his mind, it flew right back out. That was crazy, that was ridiculous. The popular girl you're attracted to texts you, and even uses your name, and you're going to pass that up?

"I'll be there", Danny replied without a second thought. Part of him was excited to be in the same room as her, but most of him saw this as just another typical occurrence in the life of a jock.
After a minute, Paulina sent a reply.

It's at my place. Just come over...

Danny couldn't refuse, and couldn't resist. His mind wandered to intimate moments he'd (apparently) been with Paulina in the past. Feeling her hands trace his chiseled abs, his firm fingers groping her heaving breasts, his thick member stretching out her tight pussy. The thoughts were igniting his arousal.
"Fuck, I'm getting hard again..." Danny moaned. "Guess I know where I'm going tonight... I'm going ghost!" Danny transformed into his hero alter-ego for a moment, planning on flying to Paulina's place and saving himself some time. As he rose from his bed, his stunningly buff body stood in striking detail, his growing erection shifting down his leg and creating a snaking bulge over his wide, muscular thigh. Putting two fists into the air, Danny flew off, his hunky form phasing through the walls of his house and into the sky, where the sun was beginning to set over Amity Park.

Flying across town, Danny's erection only wavered slightly, as the air brushing against his skintight suit tickled his semi, keeping him just a little aroused. A few passersby noticed Danny and waved at him, under the impression he was out on patrol, and not out on a more personal endeavor.

As Danny arrived at Paulina's street, he floated down to the ground, gently landing on the sidewalk. After checking to see that the coast was clear, Danny transformed back into his human form, the return of his boxers and jeans creating a brief sensation in his semi-erect dick. Walking up the street to Paulina's place, Danny wondered about whether enough time had passed for his arrival to be plausible. He could fly pretty fast as Phantom, but his double life was still a secret. It needed to be a reasonable amount of time, like he was arriving by car. As he walked up to her residence, he wondered: would she even care? She loved Phantom. She liked him. There was no real downside if the secret got out to her, but for now, he wanted to maintain his secret. After waiting a few more minutes at the door for good measure, Danny rang the doorbell.
Paulina opened the door.
"Hello, Danny..." she greeted in that silky, seductive voice of hers.. "Please, come in."
As Danny walked through the hallway, past the living room, and through the house with her, Danny wondered what he was truly here for.
"Where's everyone else?" Danny asked.
"The party doesn't start for a few hours," Paulina replied. "But I wanted you to come over early and... help me out..."
Paulina got closer to Danny.
"Well, what do you need help with?" Danny asked. He had a feeling he knew the answer, but acted coy for the moment.
"Well, there are some... personal things... that I need help with," Paulina teased. "Your help specifically."
"Well, just tell me what you need," Danny said, his voice getting slicker.
Paulina began to slip off Danny's jacket, exposing his beefy arms.
"I need you, Danny," Paulina urged. "I need your big, strong body to help me... loosen up." To ensure he knew she was serious, Paulina took off her shirt, revealing her lacy pink brassiere, cupping her alluring bosom.
"Oh, I think I can loosen you right up," Danny insisted, getting the message. He unzipped his fly, revealing the bulge in his briefs. He was mostly soft by now, but that wouldn't be a problem for long. "Are you ready to see how?"
"Please, Dash," Paulina begged.
Danny took off his pants and pulled down his boxers. Upon its freedom, Danny's cock began to stiffen. Pleased, Paulina finished undressing herself. Pressing her tits against his cock, she began to lick the tip of his dick, teasing and arousing Danny. The eager jock couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping his lips. Encouraged, Paulina began to take his cock into her mouth. She started slowly, only taking in a few inches at a time, but Danny knew she was more than able to take all of him. As her lust grew deeper, Paulina began sinking further and further down onto Danny's meaty member, intensifying his arousal.
At about six inches down, Danny felt his hard rod bump into her throat, and the beginnings of precum leaking from it. Now that she was bumping into them on her way down, Paulina pulled her breasts back away from the base of his cock; they were both plenty stimulated anyway.
Both of them have had experience with each other -- heck, unbeknownst to her, they had just screwed earlier in the day -- and Danny's throbbing girth glided down her gullet. While his dick faced little resistance, she was still plenty tight enough to caress an ever-increasing amount of his cock. Paulina had started to finger herself as she got an eyeful of Danny's masterfully sculpted abs and chest.
"Ohh, Paulina..." Danny moaned as the popular girl swallowed her ninth inch, his pleasure intensifying. Through his sexually-addled haze, Danny recalled why he liked her: not only was she bombshell attractive, and super-popular, but she could give a blowjob like nobody else, not to mention she was probably the best fuck around. But then again, what was Danny to know? Since becoming a jock, every sexual moment had become the best fuck around for him. He hadn't been keeping track or maintaining any rankings; he was just happy to be found irresistible by the ladies after so long trying and failing.
"Take it, take it all," Danny urged, trying to maintain some sense of power and composure in his voice as he lost himself in waves of lusty sensations. He tried to make it sound more of a demand than a plea, but if either of them were of sound-enough mind at the moment to care about appearances, it wouldn't have been convincing. Given there was so much of his length inside of her at the moment, Paulina's tactic was less focused on thrusting her lips back and forth on his girth than it was fighting for every inch to get inside her, heeding his commands. Already, she had come to her first orgasm, fingering her clit furiously.
"Fuck, you're so good at this..." Danny managed to mutter through his increasingly erratic-sounding moans as Paulina made it to thirteen inches down -- finally, it seemed. Danny felt his sexual stamina being tested as her impassioned sexual fervor sent her closer and closer to him.
As she neared the fellatio finish line, Paulina could only imagine how Danny's massive length would feel if it were inside a different hole; the thought of Danny's powerful body thrusting in and out of her was enough to send her to a third orgasm.
Soon, at long last, Paulina's lips had finally reached their destination, kissing Danny's pelvis. She had swallowed his entire girth, now slick, wet, and deep inside her throat. Both Danny and Paulina were wrapped in inexplicable throes of ecstasy, seemingly a moment away from climax.
As Paulina began to slide his length back out of her, Danny felt his moment arriving.
"I -- I can't -- I can't hold back," Danny managed to utter. His testicles twitched, ready to release their seed.
Without further warning, Danny climaxed, shooting thick, virile spurts of potent semen straight down Paulina's throat and into her stomach. The filling splash made Paulina orgasm yet again, her vaginal juices now creating a growing puddle on the floor. As the popular girl continued to slide away from his massive member, the studly jock continued to paint her insides a creamy white, as he continued to pump his orgasm into her.

"Unhhh, you're so good, Paulina..." Danny praised.
"Mmmhh... you're so big, Dash..." Paulina replied.
While Danny's cock continued to deflate, it seemed Paulina's lust had abated little; she was still fantasizing about Danny being inside her, fondling her right nipple and breast and pawing at other erogenous zones of hers with her other hand.
As Danny's groin began to succumb to a refractory period, he began to realize she was going to need a little more help from him; and as soon as his dick was ready again, he'd be happy to oblige...

Chapter 17

The few minutes it took for Danny's cock to recover seemed like an eternity to Paulina. She laid next to him, her body wracked with an aching need, her pussy already wet at the thoughts going through her mind of Danny's big, beefy body ravaging her insides.

Paulina couldn't resist feeling Danny's body as he gazed towards her, both waiting on his shaft to reawaken. For now, she couldn't help but imagine what he was about to do to her; his firm, powerful arms and thick hands cradling her shape as he guided her onto his length. Her dripping, needy cunt seemingly exploding upon contact with his tip. Feeling his girth slide through her canal, more and more of her erogenous areas being activated as he slid in deeper and deeper. She would try to take control, feeling his pecs and wrapping herself around his shoulders, but even though she was trying to thrust onto him, she still felt like little more than sexual putty in his hands. He might even fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples and adding to their enjoyment, a seemingly endless stream leaking from her vagina lubricating their lovemaking before he even got to leaking pre. 

Somehow, through seemingly unexplainable means, she'd find that her hole had taken all of his massive dick, and then he'd start to slide her back out, her lower body feeling a cavernous, gnawing emptiness without him. And then he'd slide in again, making her feel whole. And out again, and in again, building a cadence to satisfy their enormous needs. The pace would quicken, their huffing and moaning growing into a melodious soundtrack, until she'd seemingly lose all sense of self as he began to ram her insides. Her hormones would be set ablaze through his frantic thrusts, hitting every possible zone imaginable on the way to seemingly thrashing straight into her womb. She swore his powerful seed could impregnate her with quintuplets if it had the chance; luckily for the both of them, his sperm hadn't yet been successful. Thus, Danny could continue his carnal rampage unabated, every thrust seemingly all she could feel while awash in endless waves of pleasure. She would climax several times during their passionate fuck, her thoughts and inhibitions silenced so she could tell Danny with her body how she really felt about him.

After a seemingly tireless string of moan-addled, touch-riddled thrusts inside of her, eventually Danny would try and verbalize that he was finally about to reach the edge of climax. She eagerly anticipated his hot, creamy, potent load to fill her insides once more. After a few more sensitive, ravaging thrusts, Danny would stop his piston-like pumping, the pressure on his throbbing member too great. She could almost feel his seed shooting through his cock, ready to fire into her womb. And before she knew it --

"Fuck, Danny!" she cried out, coming to a substantial orgasm just on the thought of what the impending sex would be like. Her thighs were soaked in their own juices as she felt something thick and round slide in between them.

"Paulina..." Danny replied, causing her to open her eyes. "I haven't even started yet."

She looked down to see his meaty shaft had nestled itself just below her loins, which meant that finally, after seemingly an eternity, the stud was ready to ride again.
"Oh, Danny, I want this -- "
"You need this," Danny insisted.

Paulina, aching with sexual need, was certainly not about to disagree with him as he took her into his hands and guided her legs towards his hard, throbbing cock. For her, imagining sex with Danny was one thing, but experiencing it was another, as their fuck proved to be everything she had just dreamed of and more, seemingly like always. The two had at it for at least an hour, loud, lusty moans and rhythmic bed creaking punctuating every thrust along the way. They reached their final climaxes at the same time, Paulina squirting all over the base of his penis while he pumped her innards full of thick, virile cum.

The potential power couple basked in their afterglow, worn out from their intense lovemaking -- though she was more tuckered out than he was. Paulina lied contented, sperm leaking from between her legs, lucky to have such a big, strong, and sexually satisfying man so easy to reach. Danny felt content that he had his way with her, more than pleased with having his fifth orgasm of the day. He had to be approaching his personal record, he thought; unleashing five generous, creamy payloads from his sizable testes was quite a good day for him. He was somewhat surprised he could count all of today's ejaculations, as most of the time he never felt that bothered to keep track. Sex seemed to come naturally to him now, and why wouldn't it? He was irresistible. Paulina literally couldn't keep her hands off of him just now.

fter basking in their afterglows for a while, and even cuddling for a bit, the pair got up and started to make real preparations for the get-together set to happen. Danny was useful for hanging the high decorations, and the two shared flirtatious banter all along the way -- Danny's suaveness in the situation equal parts astonishing (to him) and unusual (for her).

Eventually, Paulina's other invitees arrived, and they actually had a house party. The function was one of massive proportions -- loads of people, funky lighting, refreshments, and speakers blasting pop and dance music that permeated all throughout the first floor. As the party kicked into gear, Danny found it surprising how much he was enjoying himself here; slipping into a party atmosphere seemed to come as second-nature to him. Time seemed to slip away as Danny danced, partied, and even crossed paths with quite a few ladies...

Chapter 18

Danny awoke to the bright light of the daytime sun in a haze; despite multiple attempts to rack his brain, he couldn't seem to remember what had happened late last night, or how he ended up asleep on... Paulina's bed, he noticed. As he moved to sit up, he noticed his way off the bed had been impeded; he was flanked on either side by two attractive ladies. Looking at their bodies, Danny could only faintly recognize the both of them from past encounters; they were pretty popular, but Danny didn't really know them.
Danny nudged the one on his right to her side, and noticed that her gut was absurdly bloated, white cream leaking out from in between her legs. In fact, looking to his other side, both girls were in the same situation.
"Mmm..." Danny turned back toward the sleep-addled mutterings of the girl on his right. "Fuck me... please, Danny..."
Danny found it safe to ignore the lustful plea, though he took some pleasure in knowing that she was dreaming about him screwing her. As Danny carefully guided his heft off the bed, he noticed he was nude, save for his letterman jacket; however, the rest of his clothes weren't that far away, strewn about on the floor nearby along with the clothes of the ladies. Despite the wild night he clearly must have had last night, Danny thought little of it was unusual as he picked up his clothes from the floor and slipped them on; to him, it just seemed like 'a really good night'. It was a fitting way to cap off the really good day he had yesterday in the same regard.

As Danny slowly pulled open the door, he took a comfort -- pleasure, even -- in the way he now had with the ladies. Back when he was scrawnier -- it felt like a lifetime ago, but he had to remind himself it was only last week -- Danny regularly struck out in romantic endeavors. Paulina, Valerie... he wasn't even really honest with Sam. But now, they and many more were practically begging to get a piece of him. Danny happily obliged, filling their holes and rocking their worlds almost every night of the week. Though the thought reminded Danny that he hadn't seen Valerie in a while -- perhaps he should keep it in mind to pay her a visit...

Back downstairs, there were still a few passed-out straddlers strewn across the room where last night there was a raucous party. The coast seemed clear enough for him to leave, however, he was stopped by a familiar presence.

"Leaving so soon?" Paulina cooed.
"I mean, it's kind of late in the morning," Danny deduced. "I slept pretty late."
"You were a real party animal last night," Paulina noted, which, for some reason, filled Danny with confidence.
"Well, I guess I can be the life of the party," Danny replied, a distinctive coolness to his voice but feigning humility.
"It's a shame you're heading out..." Paulina continued. "I was hoping you'd offer me a... parting gift..."
Her delicate hand went straight to Danny's bulging groin, almost instantly hardening his cock into a trouser snake that slid down his pant leg. Danny's face twitched and he let out a moan as his cock was teased, both glaring indicators to Paulina of his arousal around her.
"I... I really should get going," Danny insisted. "But I'll take you up on that some other time."
The way he had said that sentence almost felt like an exchange between two different people; one a bit more nervous, the other eager, confident.
"Oh well..." said Paulina lovingly. "See you around, Dash..."
Still nearly fully erect, Danny left, his sights set on home. Once he got out of dodge, he transformed into Phantom, like last time, just to save the hassle and fly back up to his room. However, he began to regret that during his flight, as the wind his thrust was creating was giving no favors to his aroused cock, hardening again for all to see inside his jumpsuit. Embarrassed and sexually antsy, he turned intangible midway through his flight until he flew back to Fenton Works and back into his room; his hard-on unabated as he transformed back.
"Nnfff... I'm so fucking hard," Danny complained in lust as he let down his tight jeans. "Maybe I shouldn't have passed on Paulina."
Danny's cock was fully erect, the snaking bulge hanging out of his underwear; pride-inducing, but lusty and unbearable. "I wish I could call up a babe, but... I can't wait."
Danny touched himself and immediately felt a rush of pleasure come over him, seemingly turning his higher functions into mush, focusing him on his more primal sexual desires.
"Ughhhh..." Danny moaned. "I've never been... so sensitive..."
He could hardly consider what was going on, as the mind-scrambling pleasure was simply too great to bear. After vigorous stroking, Danny came, his thick blasts of jizz shooting across the room and splashing against the wall. It happened sooner than usual, he noted as he regained his bearings; even for -- perhaps especially for -- his enhanced sexual stamina and prowess. After nearly a solid minute of intense spurting, the force was gone; Danny's ejaculate was beginning to trickle.
"What... the fuck... was that?" Danny managed to ask through his panting; he was surprisingly out of breath from discharging such a load. As he came back to his senses, he realized he might have to seriously investigate what was going on. Looking at the splatters of white across the room, however, he knew one thing he could get done right now.
"Uh, hey, if you're up there... can you clean this up?"
After a moment, the thickly-sprayed semen stains began to slowly fade away, returning his room to the state it was before he jacked off. Reshaping his soft cock into the prominent bulge it made inside his large boxer briefs -- gray with a navy trim today, as yesterday -- Danny pulled up his underpants and began to recompose himself.
Peering into the mirror, looking at himself as he pulled up his denim jeans, Danny began to question, once again, whether letting this ghost possess him was a good idea. He certainly liked the new body; the reflection staring back at him was stunning. He even decided to show off and pose a little. But it was growing clear that Danny's new life was fraught with some... side effects.
For one thing, Danny was now a sexual machine; gifted with a heavenly, porn-star penis that guys envied and girls lusted after. However, given his performance that morning, Danny worried about becoming a sex slave, in a way; so hopelessly preoccupied with sating his own hormonal desires that he was effectively useless at focusing on anything else. Danny imagined the end result in an exaggerated form -- reduced to a slobbering brute, intently focused on furiously stroking his girthy man-meat -- and wondered whether or not it was possible. Would his body's charms betray him? Would the jock ghost betray him?
His next area of concern brought him back to yesterday, where Danny was effectively stuck in the backseat, watching the ghost control his own body as 'Danny' worked with Tucker on that school project. The lack of control he had during that situation, while not an unfamiliar handoff between them, had added weight and concern, as it tore Danny from actively participating in quality time with his best friend. Tucker didn't seem to notice anything, though of course he didn't; this life was normal to him, the ghost had made it so. While Danny wouldn't have survived in that situation on his own, he feared what would happen if the jock transformed him from victor into vessel.
His worries subsided for a moment, as he caught the smell of bacon and eggs coming from downstairs.

Upon arriving into the kitchen downstairs, Danny saw his father, Jack, wearing a navy-colored apron over his tight jumpsuit, making breakfast foods for the family. Meanwhile, at the table, Danny overheard Maddie and Jazz having a conversation he probably shouldn't have been listening to.

"And every time I hear him fuck, I want him to do it to me -- to pound me with his massive cock. I've seen it sometimes," Jazz admitted. "He's just... so hot, and he makes me so hot, and -- "
"I understand, Jazz," Maddie tried to help her daughter. "We Fentons are certainly an attractive, desirable, and... sexual family... But it's wrong to act on your desires for Danny; it would hurt the relationship between you two. I don't think Danny can help how... irresistible he's become. If you like jocks, maybe you can get to know some of Danny's friends, or teammates, or -- "
"Good morning, everyone!" Danny made his presence known, trying to ignore what he'd just heard. Jazz visibly chafed a little at the sight of her brother, given the conversation she was just having. Danny appreciated that his mother was trying to help wean her off him, though he suspected he already knew what he'd have to do to really fix this later on.
"Nice to see you finally come down, Danny!" his father greeted. "Sleeping in hard up there?"
"Yeah," Danny fibbed; he hadn't been sleeping in, but something was certainly hard up there. "Last night tired me out."

Chapter 19

Danny scarfed down heaps of bacon, eggs, and syrup-drenched pancakes as the midday sun loomed, with a ravenous appetite Danny hadn't really known before. His brain continued to insist that this was normal, and that his larger size and more active metabolism required bigger meals than the ones the scrawny teen could eat last week, but it hadn't registered as natural for him yet.

"So, you wanna tell us about what you got up to?" Maddie pried.
"Mom!..." Danny groaned. This was not the first time she had asked.
"Okay, how's football been going?" Luckily, she changed the subject.
"Coach says I'm only getting better," Danny replied, the words sliding effortlessly out of his mouth.
"That's great! And I hope you're keeping up on your homework," she continued.
"Of course, mom; why wouldn't I?" stated Danny.
The small talk seemed to come easily, and helped to remind Danny of just how good this life was. Top jock, stellar student, accomplished in the bedroom... for the most part, life seemed like a breeze, and Danny wouldn't complain about the resolution of many of his long-running personal nags.

As he scarfed down more of the morning's protein, Danny took a simple pleasure in simply having a conversation with his family. In contrast to yesterday with Tucker, he felt actively involved, even though in the back of his mind he knew some of the things he was saying were not truly his own. It felt more like a technicality here than a burden, however; Danny felt used to this part of his life, given not much of it had changed.

Before Danny knew it, he was staring back at an empty plate; feeling both contented and full for the moment, he got up and put his plate with the others in need of a wash.
"Thanks for breakfast, dad," said Danny.
"Of course!" Jack replied.

The midday sun soon beat down on the street outside. Thinking of nothing else to do, Danny started to plan going out for a run. Imagining the feeling of a brisk wind cooling off his sweaty form, blood pumping through every part of his body, energizing each detailed sinew of his musculature. While Danny was grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen in preparation for this run, he heard a knock from outside.

Opening the door, he found Sam had decided to come over.
"Hey there Danny, you dashing hunk you," Sam greeted playfully.
"That's my aim, don't wear it out," Danny teased.
"Oh, I want to..." Sam continued forwardly.
"Actually, can we talk? It's kind of... about that." Danny changed the subject. "Come in."
Sam happily obliged, and soon the two of them were up in Danny's room.
"So," Sam asked. "What's up?"
In contrast to her teasing outside, there were no sexual undertones to her serious imploring now. Danny may have his way with the bodies of seemingly every girl in school, but with Sam, it was different. She knew him before he developed into the beefy, hung hunk he was today. And while she was just as attracted as anyone else to Danny's beefy body and massive man-meat -- ironic for a vegetarian -- she also knew him on a deeper level, in a way none of the other girls did. On the rare occasion where the life of Casper High's star jock got rough, she was the one he turned to.

"I think I might be overexerting myself, sexually," Danny explained.
"You? Fuck too much?" Sam was surprised, but didn't laugh at him. "I don't know how you keep your sex drive quiet enough so you can focus on acing a test."
"I sure am an enigma," Danny commented coyly. "Oh how can I stand being such a perfect package?"
Sam chuckled at Danny's melodrama before getting back to his point. "So what makes you think you're whipping it out too much?"
"Well, I just rubbed one out before you got here," Danny explained nonchalantly, "But I was so sensitive that I couldn't last. And you know how long and hard I can go."
Sam gave his explanation some thought. "It sounds like you just had one bad wank," she figured.
"Saaaam," Danny insisted. "You know how much of my reputation was built on being good in bed."
"Even if you didn't have that super-sized sausage between your legs, you'd still be an amazing athlete and a straight-A student," Sam reminded him. "Plus you're kind, compassionate, funny... and you had all of that before you became the beast of a man you are today."
Danny gave her a gentle smile, appreciating her reminders about who he really was inside.
"And besides, if you're worried about your endurance..." Sam's tone grew sultrier. "I can be the judge of that."
Danny was unsure of himself -- an unusual occurrence in this life -- but felt willing.
"I don't know," Danny admitted as he took off his T-shirt, revealing every inch of his massive pecs and chiseled abs. "But I think I just might let you."
"Don't worry, Danny," Sam assured, as she moved closer to him. "We can go as slow as you want. I won't do anything until you're ready."
"Thanks, Sam," Danny replied. "I know I couldn't be so honest with anyone else..."
"We're friends, Danny," she insisted. "Now..." Sam began to take off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra. "Let me show you just how friendly I can be..."

Chapter 20

Jazz listened on at the loud, raucous sex being had in the next room. The house was well-built, but to her, the walls seemed thinner when Danny was making his bed squeak hard and his girls moan harder. He was never all that quiet, even when he tried; not to mention that Jack and Maddie were never that interested in tamping down on the sexual habits of their growing (and showing) boy. Danny had argued he 'earned it' from being such an upstanding student, though Jazz figured some of it was also just to put on a show of masculine boasting.

That didn't seem to mind her, however, as she frantically fingered her moistened clit, role-playing the sex simply through the moans and words she could hear through the walls. She knew it was Sam this time, given that not only had Danny said her name a few times during their lovemaking so far, she had also noticed that he was always more talkative and romantic during sex when it was with her. Upon mentally reciting the observation to herself, she stopped, her sticky hand slowing to a halt inside her panties, and wondered whether or not she was crazy. She was into her brother's fucking so much that she could tell who he was having sex with just from what she could hear! Why did she keep having these thoughts, and why did she find them so... irresistible? 

Whatever his sister was thinking about was far from Danny's mind, as he was once again enraptured in the carnal lust of coitus. Their humps and thrusts in time with each other, Danny and Sam were in the midst of yet another lengthy fuck session, and it didn't seem like it would be stopping anytime soon.

"God, you're so good," Danny uttered. "So... mmfh... tight."

"Danny..." Sam moaned. "Don't stop... please... don't ever stop..."

Sam came in for a passionate kiss as her pussy orgasmed again. Danny's sixteen-inch shaft was slicked with a layer of moist juices, urging him on and lubricating their ride.

"I don't... know why... you ever... doubted yourself," Sam managed to say through the throes of pleasure. "You big... strong... hung... hunk you..."

"You're... so hot... so tight... so warm..." Danny replied. He moved his hands to fondle her jiggling breasts. "You and your... big, fat tits..." he moaned.

As he felt up her feminine flesh, he seemed to be finding more and more of her breasts to love, though he was far too lost in his horny hormonal high to make sense of it.

Their frenzied lovemaking continued for what seemed like a lusty eternity, Sam's warm cunt playing a tight cock-sleeve to Danny's mammoth girth. Sam's tits jiggled and sloshed as she was pulled up and down by hunky Danny's firm hands, occasionally slapping into his thick, meaty pecs. A few times, her nipples rubbed against his protruding chest shelf, sending a spark of pleasure through her and bringing her to near immediate orgasm. 

After even more passionate thrusting, Danny felt his testicles seize up, signaling this as the point of no return.

"Sam, I'm -- "

Danny's quickened but still seductive utterance was interrupted by Sam wrapping him up in a deep, loving kiss, their bodies trembling as Danny finally unloaded his thick, creamy jism into her. His warm, virile, potent seed splashed against her womb, with a force that shook her to her core.

After some post-coital cuddling, Danny and Sam moved to sit up on the side of his bed. His girthy rod had softened now, going from a prodigious sixteen inches down to the pliable eleven that now rested on his muscular thigh. Danny noticed he had actually lost a couple inches from his previous soft size, but he didn't seem to mind in that moment; not only could he change the dimensions of his already enormous cock whenever he wanted to to gain those few inches and more back, but he also felt, looking at it now, that the relatively minor shift made him appear more of a grower than before; gaining the size of an average man's penis just going from soft to hard was already a feat in itself.

"I don't know what you were worried about," Sam explained as she wrapped her arm around his neck and traps. Struggling to reach his other shoulder, her breasts, which Danny swore with certainty were bigger than earlier, squeezed against his solid bicep. "You were just as good as you always are."

"You felt just as good as you always do," Danny replied, outwardly confident, but internally feeling reassured.

"Are you feeling better about yourself now?" Sam queried.

Danny took a moment before answering. "Yeah... yeah, I think I am."

"Sometimes I just get wrapped up in my body, and when something goes wrong, I panic," Danny explained. "All the girls want me for my body, and how good I am in bed... I was just worried."

"It's okay, Danny," Sam insisted. "You put a lot into your body but you're so much more than that, way more than just the average jock. Nobody's perfect all the time, Danny, but even if you didn't have this monster attached to you" -- Sam outright groped Danny's soft cock, though it didn't respond -- "you've still got so much going for you. You're an athlete, you're smart, you've got a great personality... and you're a hero."

"How do you seem to know just what to say?" Danny asked.

"I might have learned a thing or two from your sister," stated Sam.

Danny responded with a puzzled look on his face.

"What?" Sam reacted. "Between helping you with football and ghost fighting and banging you three times a week, I'm here often enough."

"I don't know where I'd be without you," Danny continued.

"Danny, you know that whatever it is, I'm here for you."

"My little cheerleader..." Danny paused. "Great, now I'm imagining you in a skimpy little cheerleader outfit..." The thought turned Danny's flaccid mast into a semi-chub.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Sam asked with a hint of annoyance as she got up to put her clothes back on.

"Can you blame me?" Danny asked half-sincerely. "It's almost too perfect." He then got up and joined her in dressing back up.

The stud quickly found his boxer briefs and pulled them up his firm, sturdy legs. As they got up to his groin, his package seemed to coil up effortlessly into a tight, manageable bulge that stuck out at least a couple inches from him. As Danny bent back up, he noticed that Sam had already put on her shirt. She seemed to be struggling with it, and it seemed like it didn't exactly fit anymore; Danny noticed that the slightly-cropped top was riding further up her stomach than it usually did.

Danny wondered about the conversation he and Sam had just had, and the worry he felt earlier surrounding his temporary erectile mishap. Perhaps this still new-ish reality where Danny was an alpha stud was littered with issues he wasn't expecting.

As he wondered about that, Sam had finished getting dressed, while Danny remained topless. Looking at her backside, Danny noticed for seemingly the first time how curvaceous her body was becoming. He found it pretty hot. Without a second thought, Danny gave her rear-end a slap. The fat that surrounded both her hips and her breasts jiggled a little.

"Hey! You little -- "

"I don't think there's anything 'little' about me," Danny interrupted.

"Stop that," Sam urged. To her, Danny's resurgence of confidence was starting to get overzealous.

Meanwhile, in the next bedroom over, Jazz sat panting and out of breath, her loins drenched in a sopping puddle of feminine juices which were soaking into the bed. She still couldn't understand where this aching desire was coming from. For the normally composed and collected girl, this ravishing lust was ruining her life. Perhaps it was time for Jazz, who was never all that obsessed with getting to know boys, to put herself out there more like her brother, she considered as her carnal urges subsided...

Chapter 21

Danny slept soundly that night, and the warm light of Monday morning seemed to come gently to him, despite its frequent negative connotations; many of which Danny believed before last week. Monday was welcoming to Danny now; as welcoming as any other day, if not more. It was a new week to crush expectations and show off. Though, if the massive tent under his sheets was indicative of anything, it wasn't just Danny that was happy about Monday.

Danny's boxers were struggling in a fight against his mammoth sixteen-inch length; its girthy thickness appeared in his fading stupor to be a morning wood for the ages. As he gained his bearings, Danny pulled his super-sized shaft out of his tight underwear and admired it in all its glory, as it stood straight up into the air, his glans pointing at the ceiling.

Another day of beefy bliss, Danny thought as he eyed his studly physique lying nearly nude in bed. He had stopped wearing pajamas -- or perhaps stopped trying to wear pajamas -- several nights ago, as he found he suddenly had a preference for seeing his body first thing in the morning. A tight pair of underwear to keep his dick in check was all Danny seemed to need or want now in terms of bedtime attire. He also seemed to be sleeping better, he noticed; being out like a light for eight hours seemed easy when worries about ghosts overpowering you were distant (despite the fact he was harboring one) and nightmares detailing meticulous torment from bullies were a thing of the past. There had been many things Danny had come to like about his new jock self; an apparent increase in peace of mind seemed to be a newer one.

Danny playfully pondered whether his first battle of the morning should be with his colossal cock, or if for once he shouldn't be so predictable. It had hardly been more than a week, but so much of this 'new' life of his had already become so familiar, like catching up with old friends. 

At the very least, Danny decided to touch himself; his cock almost seemed too inviting for him not to. He grasped his mammoth rod and began to stroke, hoping that at least some arousal would let loose some of his most potently distracting sexual pleasure, Within a few jerks, Danny was already losing his bearings, awash in irresistible lust. He found it challenging not to give in to such an enormous carnal urge right then and there, but eventually he tapped into some latent resolve and stopped himself, leaving his self-handjob halfway done. He would find a better way to erotically relieve himself later, he thought, and after a few minutes of sifting through his closet, Danny's firm hard-on began to grow bored waiting for a release that wasn't coming, and his erection began to subside.

Figuring out what to wear wasn't all that hard for Danny 'Dash' Fenton anymore; his jeans and his letterman jacket were easily spoken for. The only part of his school-day outfit Danny occasionally jazzed up was the T-shirt he wore, though most of the time, he felt just fine with the jock-standard form-accentuating black tee. Danny didn't have to be flashy anymore, given his successful trip up Casper High's popularity ladder -- though given his many burgeoning talents, he also had to spend less time at it in this version of events -- so by this point he felt comfortable and unthreatened; no one was necessarily coming for his position as top jock anytime soon. And even if they were, he'd still be a hard guy to beat, given he also had his mental and sexual prowess to fall back on.

As Danny took out his outfit for the day -- he decided not to spice things up in the T-shirt department -- he took a deep, relieved breath. That's what Danny was feeling this morning, he realized: contentment. No longer was he insecure about his twiggy appearance, as he no longer possessed it. No longer did he lament his low social status and numerous blunders with more popular peers, as his position as the top jock practically guaranteed his standing and importance to the social fabric of Casper High School. Never again did he have to worry about awkward, misfired relationships with girls -- he looked down at his obscene, eleven-inch soft length -- as ladies were practically jumping on top of him, hoping for a piece of him. He didn't even worry about his parents anymore. While he recalled instances where Jack and Maddie had encountered Danny Phantom, his physique was menacing enough to keep them from capturing him. And even if he finally decided to tell them his secret, he had a feeling they would actually be okay with it; he was already their successful son, and protecting Amity Park as a superpowered half-ghost hero was simply one more stunning achievement.

The polter-jock had fixed a lot of things for him, Danny realized, and this newfound absence of worry was liberating. The hunky haunter himself had been particularly quiet as of late, but as long as he was around when Danny needed him, he didn't exactly need for the ghost to hang over his new life; he was finding navigating it himself was something that was becoming easier and easier.

Danny entered the halls of Casper High that morning feeling as powerful and confident as ever. His dominant, cocky stride seemed almost effortlessly natural as he strolled through the halls, catching the attention of many fellow students along the way.

"Someone's in a good mood this morning," Tucker stated as the studly Danny strutted nearer; he and Sam had been hanging out by his locker waiting for him.

"Feeling better after yesterday?" Sam asked suggestively. He noticed that her clothes still didn't seem to fit right, and she was still curvier like she was after the two of them had sex. Danny was, honestly, curious as to how it happened, though at the same time, he didn't feel a need to complain.

"Yeah," Danny stated. "...Thanks for everything," he added.

"Believe me," Sam insisted, "It's no problem."

Tucker looked on, part quizzical, part annoyed. "Is nothing you two say not loaded with sexual undertones?"

"Hey, you don't know what happened last night!" Sam insisted.

Tucker glared knowingly.

"Okay, we had sex again," Sam admitted. "'Cheer-him-up sex', to be honest. He was worried about... underperforming."

"What can I say, Tucker?" Danny explained. "I can't help it if every girl in school -- including Sam -- wants to fuck me."

Tucker tried to hide his smoldering envy by changing the subject. "Are you ready to present our project this afternoon, Danny?"

"We've got that project in the bag," Danny stated casually. Beyond the demeanor he was projecting, however, the project reminded him of how the polter-jock had taken control of him for much of that work, robbing him of the opportunity to hang out with Tucker while working on the project.

"You sure?" Tucker asked. "I mean, looking it all over again last night -- "

"Two of the brightest minds at Casper High made an amazing project together. I think that speaks for itself," Danny insisted.

Before the three of them could get into much more conversation, the bell rang, signaling that it was about time they all got to class. Danny opened his locker to get his supplies and the three of them all said their respective farewells.

Danny walked in to his first class of the morning. Briefly gazing at the clock, he knew he was five minutes late, but as he took his seat, his legs moving through practically muscle memory, he noticed that the teacher didn't seem to say a word to him about being late. Usually he'd get a glare, or be picked out specifically, or worse if he happened to cross Mr. Lancer. To Danny, it seemed there were some allowances given to the school's top jock.

Though not only was he a gifted athlete, he was also a bright scholar, as he began to recall when Danny realized he could actually get what the teacher was talking about for once with little difficulty. Before long, Danny found himself taking clear, detailed notes, raising his hand and participating, and even getting a step or two ahead of the rest of the class. Danny found the experience enlightening, and for once, he didn't feel like he hated school. Is this how Tucker feels all the time? Danny mentally asked himself, still finding it unusual despite this being, for all outward intents and purposes, his normal life. Before Danny knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of first period, and surprisingly, Danny didn't feel even remotely stressed out.

Danny oozed an undeniable confidence as he made his way back to his locker. As he walked past, he couldn't help but notice that he was the center of attention, like always; guys envied his size while sharing in rumors of his sexual exploits (little did they know they were true, Danny thought), and girls couldn't seem to take their eyes off him, lusting to even lay a finger on his chiseled physique. He swore he saw in the corner of his eye as he walked down the hall that one chick couldn't control herself around him so much that her hand was already inside her pants, fingering herself at the sight of him. Danny found it a little weird, but at the same time, it was a little hot -- and imagining girls getting wet standing in front of him was starting to stir his eleven-inch flaccid girth. Perhaps he would have to take a detour on the way to his next class, he thought.

Before he could entertain the idea further, Danny's train of thought was interrupted by a very familiar voice.

"Dash!"

Danny looked up and he saw that not only was he nearing his locker, but also that Kwan was standing there waiting for him. An immediate but nonspecific pang of surprise hit Danny before it soon faded, replaced by more confident calm.

Why would he be surprised anyway? Kwan was always like this. While Danny hadn't known him for as long as Sam and Tucker, he and Kwan had fast become good friends (at least in the jock ghost's version of events). They had met while Danny was much leaner; when he blossomed into the huge, dominating jock he now was, their bond only strengthened. Kwan was the only one who even came close to Danny in the physique department, though you could still clearly tell where Kwan was lacking -- both in his build and below the belt, though in both respects, his size was still respectable.

A part of Danny still remembered that all of this information was technically 'new', but the fact that Danny had not only stolen Dash's social status and his friends gave him more pleasure to relish in, and only added to his good mood.

The two came in for a brief bro-hug before Danny turned some of his attention to opening his locker.

"You're in a good mood today," Kwan commented.

"So are you," Danny added. With a metallic pop, his locker opened.

"Have a good weekend?" queried Kwan.

"Did I ever," replied Danny coolly. "I made the weekends of five lucky ladies," he boasted, though technically, in saying that, he was counting Paulina twice; once as Danny Phantom and once as 'Dash' Fenton. Not that Kwan would ask for details. "I even left one of them moaning my name in her sleep," he added.

"That's awesome!" Kwan commented. "I'm kinda jealous."

"Not that you have any problems bagging babes yourself," Danny added. He recalled eyeing Kwan wrapped up passionately with a cheerleader during a frenzied locker room orgy -- though he didn't watch for long, as soon enough a girl took his attention. Given the lusty glances all of the jocks on the team got whenever they strutted through the halls, it was undeniable they were all studly and irresistible. Danny just happened to be the most irresistible.

"You ready for practice this afternoon?" Kwan asked. "We've got a game Friday night."

"Do you even have to ask?" Danny boasted. "These guns" -- he flexed his massive, meaty bicep -- "are itching to shoot a football."

"It sounded like you had been getting soft during our bye week," Kwan continued.

"Huh?" Danny muttered quizically. His face seemed to visibly change to an expression of sudden awareness, as he learned both what a 'bye week' was and figured out, in the back of his mind, that that was the jock ghost's convenient explanation for the previous week. A small piece of Danny was, somewhat irrationally, worried about embarrassing himself at football practice. But with the athletic apparition haunting his body, the rest of Danny knew he would crush it this afternoon -- and he'd take all the credit.

"The only thing getting soft last week was my dick," Danny replied crudely, "And that can easily be fixed."

Kwan chuckled. "Well let's see if you can beat your personal best on the bench press after practice. Three hundred and twenty-five pounds -- you just set it two weeks ago."

"No sweat." Danny radiated confidence, almost blindly. "I've been on a bit of a kick lately."

"If you say so..." Kwan teased. "Come on, let's get to class."

Danny got what he needed out of his locker, and the two massive, studly jocks made their way down the halls, their presence and power undeniable. The two looked to be on time for their next class, but they would end up being a little late -- and in the eyes of the two hulking, masculine jocks, it would be for good reason...

Chapter 22

Dash Baxter had not been taking the past week well. He kept waking up from dreams -- no, nightmares, really -- where he had turned into a buff, musclebound, somewhat arrogant hunk, but then had it all taken away by some mysterious figure. Each night, the dream seemed to be a little different, but it always started and ended the same way. It certainly had been doing no favors to his self-image lately. He had never really thought that way about his body before -- he was often far too busy trying to stay afloat in a sea of Cs -- but the dreams had been destroying his confidence. The strange thing was, he swore he was having those dreams for a reason, as if they were trying to tell him something. So far, he had lacked the capability to figure it out.

Monday morning was gloomy for Dash, as he slunk through the halls sight unseen by much of the Casper High populace. He was a social nobody; a while back he had co-opted the nickname of the school's star quarterback, Danny 'Dash' Fenton, in a bid to try and make himself sound cooler; it backfired severely, and the only end result he got out of it was that people forgot his real first name. Not that many call him Dash anymore either; on the rare occasions he was brought up at all, chances are he was only referred to derisively. He was a joke. A punchline for popular people. It sucked, but that was his life. He still tried to socialize, and, at the very least, he was starting to make inroads with a few people. But he hadn't gotten that far yet, and he still only considered them acquaintances. He had resigned himself to an unremarkable high school existence, demoralized and depressed by his public failure.

And yet, there was a nagging thought in his mind that somehow things were actually different. He couldn't get it out of his head, but he couldn't really prove it either.

In reality, this was the work of the jock ghost that had turned Danny into 'Dash' Fenton in the first place; last week, Danny had come up with an ingeniously cruel way to torture Dash's psyche as payback for all the bullying he was subjected to. In addition to a scrawny, flat body, not too dissimilar to Danny's own (former) twiggy build, Dash would also develop some inner knowledge of his former status and stature, just to rub in the contrast. As Danny instructed the hunky haunter on how to deal with Dash, he felt particularly giddy thinking about it; a lump of ire and resentment, trapped in a useless, underdeveloped body.

Danny could only imagine the look on Dash's face and the thoughts in his head when he woke up in his new, unappealing body for the first time, he wondered as he smirked menacingly, though he was certain to see the new wimp soon enough.

And the day finally arrived that Monday morning, when Danny was feeling so, so good and Dash was feeling pretty bad. Danny and Kwan, walking together to their next class, turned a corner and found a surprise in the next hallway.

"Well well well, look who it is, Kwan..." Danny stated in a surprisingly menacing tone. The scrawny technically-ex-jock froze in his tracks.

"It's Fake Dash!" Kwan added, trying and mostly succeeding at being menacing.

"You really thought you could get somewhere stealing my nickname?" Danny asked, admittedly rhetorically.

"Your ego's more inflated than the footballs you throw, Fen-turd!" It seemed that despite being a fraction of his former physical size, Dash was no more creative in his insults. Though, given the huge shift in the power dynamic between the two of them, it seemed he was projecting now...

"Says the guy who wanted to strut around like a big shot for nothing," Danny stated. "I earned that nickname."

"Yeah!" Kwan added. It didn't really add any emphasis to what Danny was saying, but he appreciated the solidarity nonetheless.

"Admit it," Danny insisted. "You're just jealous." He searched for a demeaning nickname and went for an easy one. "Bax-turd." The pun sounded much better -- and far smoother -- coming from Danny's mouth describing the runt before him than it ever did the other way around.

"And you got your popularity from throwing a dumb football. Anyone could do that," Dash insisted. "I could do that."

Danny relished in the irony of what Dash had just said. You did do that, Danny thought.

"You're just angry that your stupid scheme didn't work and you blew your shot," Kwan added. "You're just mad that you're a nobody."

"You're just mad I'm not fawning all over you, you talentless hack."

"Maybe this will shut you up!" Danny snarled, grabbing Dash by his shirt collar and slamming him against the hard metal lockers. The weakling winced in pain on impact as his feet dangled over a foot off the ground.

"I'd be way better at football and being a jock than you, dweeb."

"Why don't you prove it by taking a hit?!" Danny fired off a solid gut punch. The point-blank range into Dash's soft, squishy middle knocked the wind out of the lanky loser.

After listening to a few moments of his low, strained groaning, Danny dropped his former tormentor on the ground like dead weight.

"You could never, ever get up to my level," Danny reiterated. Digging into his hips, he found Dash's underwear and yanked on the waistband, giving him a partial wedgie. He held it for a few moments, letting the pain sink in, before releasing it, the snap of the elastic giving him a stinging red welt that almost served as a temporary tramp stamp. His point made, Danny walked off, as did Kwan, leaving Dash a little beaten up.

"You think you went a little harsh on him?" Kwan asked conscientiously.

"He deserves it," Danny justified, "I'm making an example. Plus, it's Baxter, nobody's gonna care."

"I just don't want people to get the wrong idea," Kwan continued. He was never really all that into beating people up, especially not exclusively for the sake of it.

"Kwan, you know me; I don't do that to anyone else." Danny rationalized. He wasn't all that big on needless bullying either; it part of the reason why, even as imposing jocks, they got along so swimmingly. "But you remember what he did -- he stole my nickname and tried to make all us jocks look like idiots, especially me." The words he was saying didn't even seem to register in his brain before they came out of his mouth. "He's getting what he deserves."

Kwan seemed to be reassured by Danny's explanation, and he seemed to drop the subject. It served well enough for Danny, as the pair walked into one of the classes they shared together. Looking at the clock again, it seemed the two jocks were just under six minutes late. Once again, the teacher didn't seem to acknowledge that fact. Danny chalked it up to just another thing he was able to get away with as Casper High's top jock. After sitting down for a few minutes, he couldn't help but notice that one of his female classmates had a big, round, jiggly booty. Danny let his sexual side get the best of him as he began to waste at least some of the period away...

Chapter 23

Danny's imagination was running wild in class, brimming with sexual thoughts that were, as much as he wouldn't admit it, distracting him as the teacher seemed to drone on. His mind was awash in fantasies such as wild orgies with the cheerleaders caressing every inch of his studly, muscular body, and Paulina and Star licking, kissing, and sucking opposing sides of his meaty, massive cock...

The tantalizing mental imagery was more than enough to harden his shaft in real life, the sixteen-inch length struggling helplessly against the tight fit of Danny's jeans. Lost in lust, Danny was about to bring a hand down and feel up his rod when the bell rang, shaking him out of his steamy diversion. Upon getting up to leave, he instantly felt how hard -- and sensitive -- his cock was. Danny felt certain he was not far away from leaking a steady stream of pre.

"Hey, you need help with that?" Kwan asked once the two got into the hallway.

For a split second, Danny misunderstood the question. "Kwan! You can't -- ohhhhh, right!" He gave a slap to his forehead. "I'm an idiot."

"Hey ladies," Kwan said aloud as he typed into his phone, "Who wants to 'help out' the biggest guy at Casper High School?"

Within 20 minutes, Danny was in the middle of the boys' room, moaning in ecstasy as one of the cheerleaders gave him an impressive blowjob. Earlier, when she first wrapped her lips around his glans, Danny was somewhat surprised she was able to take his entire length, though it didn't strike him as the most unusual thing in the world; all of the cheerleaders had been passed around the athletic body plenty of times, and by now were pretty used to being stretched out by the girthy penises of the jocks. For Danny, it felt just as good as he imagined it, her saliva lubricating her mouth's travel up and down his erection, a stream of precum leaking down her throat. 

"Mmh..." "Fuck..." "So good..." Danny muttered occasionally; his brain was reduced to mush by the overwhelming hormones dictating his sex drive, as he was brought closer and closer to orgasm. 

"Aahh... I'm... I'm gonna -- "

With that minimal warning, Danny blew his pent-up load; thick, creamy spurts of potent, virile semen exploded into her gullet and down her throat. The force made the cheerleader gag somewhat, forcing several inches of cock back out and some of his seed to spill onto the floor, but after some adjusting, she seemed eager to guzzle everything Danny's weighty testicles could provide.

Danny arrived at his table in the cafeteria with a massive, beaming grin on his face.

"You're welcome," Kwan stated as the top jock sat down. He sat in between Sam and Tucker, in the first time he'd seen them for a couple periods. Sometimes the three of them sat alone, but most days, they sat with Danny and the jocks and cheerleaders he was closest to; that roster always including Kwan, but sometimes a few of the seats changed hands, depending on the day. While both the goth and the geek insisted they felt out of place at the table with some of the most popular people in school, Danny insisted that any friend of his was a friend of the other jocks, and that seemed to be enough to quiet their protests. Although Sam somewhat loathed sitting next to typical examples of popularity, Tucker relished being so close to such coolness, even though if it weren't for Danny's previous insistence in the past neither of them would be there.

Not long after Danny arrived, the conversation turned to football, and specifically, the afternoon's upcoming practice. Danny began to feel that feeling of receding that signaled the jock ghost was about to take over, and Danny let him assume some control, just so he could say the right things when it came to touchdowns and passes and the technical parts of football that Danny hadn't learned himself yet. He could still clearly hear what they were talking about, but Danny himself still had no clue on things like 'rushing yards' and 'scrambles'; all he picked up was whatever these things were, he and his ripped, super-athletic physique were amazingly good at them. It was all the praise Danny needed to hear to boost his budding ego, and remind him why he loved this (still somewhat new) life.

"So are you excited to get back to practice this afternoon?" Kwan asked as the ghost returned Danny to front of mind.

"I've been waiting all weekend," Danny grinned. The jocks gave affirmations of approval, hyping up the star quarterback as they often did. It just felt so natural, so right. Danny was good, he was great. And soon enough he'd show them all once again. He was reaching for the stars, just like his parents used to say. They didn't actually say that, part of him protested in attempts at a mental correction, but that thought was quickly dashed.

Secretly feeling intimidated, Tucker tried his hand in changing the conversation.

"Hey, did you hear what they found in space over the weekend?"

And then Danny began to geek out. The jocks watched as his eyes lit up, utterly rapt as his best friend explained the details. Danny enjoyed football immensely, and he loved being a jock, but ever since he was a little kid, Danny's heart had been set on being an astronaut. Whenever he talked about space, one could just feel it coming from a different, deeper place within his heart. Despite Danny's early reluctance to tell him about it, Kwan was ultimately supportive of Danny's passion endeavor, to the point that they occasionally joked that he'd become so famous as a spaceman they'd make a comic franchise about him called 'The Adventures of Astro-Hunk'. It hadn't caught on as a nickname or anything; 'Dash' was clearer and more direct. Growing up, Jack and Maddie always instilled in him -- though that tiny part of him still wanted to rebut it -- that if he put his mind to it, he could achieve anything he wanted in life. Just 'reach for the stars', they said for short. It powered his academic ambition in school, his physical achievement as an athlete and all-around adonis, and his continued dream to hopefully one day head up into space. It seemed like a lot, especially when you added on his ghost-fighting as Danny Phantom, but somehow, Danny managed it. Why wouldn't he?

"And they got to watch the tail of the comet? That's so cool!" Danny suddenly felt self-conscious, as if he were acting 'uncool'. "Oh, um... I mean..."

"It's okay, Dash," Kwan assured him. "We understand."

"Oh," Sam interrupted. "My parents want you to come over for dinner again this week," she explained. "Someone important from out of town is coming, and you know how it is by now -- they want to look like they know people..."

"I get it, Sam," Danny insisted. "I can probably be there; I'd just have to double-check the practice schedule and tell my parents about it. And make sure my 'homework' is done." The weird inflection of the word meant a common disclaimer to Sam: 'ghost activity and Phantom duty permitting'.

Chapter 24

The afternoon seemed to fly by for Danny 'Dash' Fenton, as it seemed to for the rest of the jocks. As the clock moved ever closer to the end of the school day, focus was increasingly concentrated on one thing: football practice. After some time away from the field, the team were eager to strut their stuff and get themselves in top shape before the game on Friday.

At last, the final bell finally rang, marking the end of the school day. Practice didn't actually start for another fifteen minutes, which gave all the athletes the opportunity to take their time getting there; in Danny's case, this meant unloading some things at his locker while talking to Sam and Tucker.

"Nothing's come up again today," Tucker explained. "It's been quiet in the Ghost Zone for the past week."

"Maybe they're planning something big in there," Sam added pessimistically.

"Hey, don't jinx it!" Danny argued. "I've been enjoying having so much... free time."

"...You mean you've been having more sex than usual?" Tucker asked, trying to mask a clear envy.

"Why do you always go there, Tucker?" replied Danny.

"...Because a lot of the time it's true?" Sam added.

"Not that you're complaining," Danny remarked slyly, to which Sam visibly blushed. "But I've done other things!" His tone turned defensive. "I got in an extra workout, and I've read two books!"

"Okay, Mr. Stud-Aleck," Sam stated, in a way that clued that she didn't fully believe him. Danny was surprised his friends weren't taking him seriously on this; football, school, and ghost-fighting were all time-consuming activities. It was a miracle he had time for all of them plus build a reputation as a sexual king and sleep. He felt he deserved some credit! He could handle multiple things at once. Though the thought of 'handling multiple things at once' soon moved to girls in his brain, and Danny had to try not to spring an erection right then and there...

"Come on, guys, I'm serious!" Danny insisted. "They were good books. One of them was a psychological thriller set in space."

"Okay, okay, we shouldn't doubt you," Sam eased.

Danny sighed. "Keep an eye on things while I'm at practice, okay?"

"As always," Tucker agreed.

Among the last things Danny packed in his gym bag, along with towels, athletic wear, and other, more usual things, was the Fenton Thermos, a high-tech silver container with a bright green ring near where it opened. It was one of the many devices his parents made as ghost-hunting apparatuses, and it was an integral part of his own arsenal as Danny Phantom. Danny tried to never go anywhere without one of these somewhere nearby. Checking he had everything, Danny zipped up his bag and slung it over his arm, carrying it on his shoulder squeezed between his wide lat and his meaty bicep.

"Nasty Burger after practice?" Danny asked before he left, closing his locker.

"What about just going to your place?" Tucker asked.

"Alright, how about Nasty Burger then my place after practice?"

"Sounds like a plan," Sam agreed.

Danny swaggered down the halls to the locker room, catching the attention of nearly anyone still around -- especially the ladies. Upon entering the locker room, Danny made his way to his locker. Kwan, whose locker was close to Danny's, had already arrived; they greeted and exchanged a high-five before getting back to their prep.

"Hey Danny?" Kwan asked out of the blue.

"Yeah?" Danny didn't turn around, as he was getting out his gear and partially unpacking his bag.

"Can I... talk to you about something?" He sounded more nervous than usual.

"Of course, Kwan!" Danny insisted.

"Um, earlier today... your sister Jazz approached me... and it seemed like she was trying to come on to me."

Danny stopped dead in his tracks for a second. He knew she was lusting for him, given the conversation he'd overheard over the weekend, but he didn't know she was developing a type. Heck, Danny never knew Jazz to even be like this; racking his brain for memories new and old, he couldn't recall any occasion where Jazz was interested in seeing a guy.

"...So what else happened, Kwan?" Danny continued. 

"Well, I didn't know what to do... she was pretty much offering herself up to me. I really wanted to, but... I didn't. I didn't want things to be awkward between us."

"Well, I appreciate you thinking of me, Kwan," Danny began. "As I think you know, we Fentons are a very attractive and... desirable family... and up until now, I don't think I've seen Jazz take an interest in... 'relationships' like I have. Honestly, I'm kind of happy for her. Kwan, if she comes up to you again like that, you can go ahead; don't worry about it, I understand."

"...Really?" Kwan was surprised. "Thanks, Danny. I just didn't want things to get weird."

"It's no big deal, really," Danny understated. "She's spreading her wings... and her legs."

Kwan chuckled at the lewd remark; Danny felt just a little weird in saying it. But he didn't want to get in the way of his sister's happiness, and if it turned out that her needs needed to be tended to by the athletes, that was fine. And besides, his fellow jocks would certainly love a new girl to bang...

"Alright, team; suit up and meet me outside," said a strong male voice in the distance. Danny quickly recognized it as that of Coach Bryant, head cheese of the football team (and some of the other sports teams around school). He was firm but fair, and Danny, like the rest of the jocks, respected that. It also helped that, as a former player himself, he turned a blind eye to the team using the locker room as a destination for steamy, libidinous orgies...

There was no time for any such frisky fun at the moment, nor did any of the athletes look to start it; they were all looking forward to heading back out onto the field. Danny and Kwan didn't look back at each other, lost in their own thoughts as they began to undress. After taking his jacket off and gently putting it in his locker, he started to pull off his shirt, revealing each cobble of his heavily-defined eight-pack abs. Pulling higher with a more forceful tug, he got the shirt over his thick, meaty pecs, the smooth slabs jutting out proudly. Putting the shirt away gave Danny reason to notice his arms; big, bulging biceps and forearms to match. Shuffling his jeans off of his mighty, trunk-like legs, Danny slipped off his underwear and revealed his pride and joy: the sleeping giant that was his powerful, eleven-inch-soft cock, hanging quietly and peacefully from his loins. 

Man, I can't wait for this, the polter-jock piped up in Danny's head for the first time in a couple days; it was so unexpected it came as a surprise.

You're still there! Danny replied.

Of course I am, the ghost continued. But I'm pretty sure you've gotten used to things now and don't need to be walked through everything.

As he finished getting his privates covered and cupped, Danny recalled the past few days and realized how surprisingly normal they felt; aside from the occasional brief memory lapse that the ghost subtly filled in, it felt like he had been living in this reality all his life. Pulling on his pads, he noticed how comfortable everything he was doing felt, even right now; unless he actively thought about it, it was hard for him to recall that up until last week, he hadn't really touched a football -- much less the white pants of an actual uniform, as he had just finished putting on, nor the footwear he was about to slip into -- in his life. Now, if Kwan behind him -- Kwan, of all people, was standing behind him and he didn't feel threatened at all -- asked him to go long the idea would come to him almost as naturally as breathing. A lot had changed in the past week, and only when he thought about it did he realize just how much things were different thanks to the consensual possession of one ghostly athlete.

Have you been enjoying yourself? said ghost asked.

Have I, Danny emphasized, looking down at the obscene bulge in his pants, partly from his large-sized cup and mostly from his extra-large-sized member. Did this weekend bring back any memories for you? the hero-cum-jock asked, recalling the series of sexy encounters he had.

I think you're doing better than me, the hunky haunter replied, though it was hard to discern whether that was honesty or ego-stroking. Danny needed no help in the latter department, as he eagerly strapped on his shoulder pads, adding even more imposing heft to his already massive frame. Perhaps Danny's favorite part of putting on his uniform was the last part, putting on his bright-white jersey; a big number 4 printed on both sides, 'Fenton' splayed across the back. Even with the shoulder pads, it showed off much of Danny's upper-body bulk.

Of course I'm going to take Dash's number, Danny thought. But what am I talking about? I'm the only 'Dash' that matters around here.

A firm pat on his shoulder pads caught Danny's attention. "You ready to dominate out there?" Kwan asked.

"They don't call me 'Dash' Fenton for nothing," Danny replied cockily. He grabbed his helmet before closing his locker and following his beefy best bud out of the locker room.

"Everyone line up in jersey-number order..." Coach Bryant called as the team met on the school's football field. The players were lining up side by side on one of the printed yard lines. "That means you're first, Dash." The star quarterback did as told, and made his way to the far left side of the lineup. Once the shuffling of shoes and clattering of helmets died down, practice was ready to begin.

"I hope you all enjoyed your bye week last week," Coach began, "but I hope you're more ready to take on Phearson High when we play Friday night."

I'm... pretty sure this is your area, Danny mentally noted.

I thought you'd never ask, the jock ghost replied. You'll be back after practice. With that, Danny began to experience the feeling of sinking backwards that meant the ghost was taking control of his body, losing connection to his muscular arms and the feeling of gripping the wires of his helmet as the real athlete between them took charge. It somewhat felt like falling into a couch cushion while you're deep into a movie marathon. For the next few hours, as the team did warm-ups, ran plays, and learned strategies, Danny sat comfortably inside the back seat of his own body, the only outside interjection being the occasional tackle -- while 'Dash''s body got presumably rocked by his well-built teammates, the most Danny felt was a hard nudge. As he zoned in and out of focus on what the coach was saying, though still easily picking up compliments like "Amazing execution, Dash!" and "What an unbelievable drive, Danny!", he could do nothing but knowingly smirk. In a weird way, the ghost and Danny were like a team -- he got to play again while Danny soaked up all the fruits that came with being the school's biggest, hottest, studliest jock. With all that time to think, Danny really wondered why he ever had doubts about this possession arrangement, and why he would ever want things any other way. 

Chapter 25

As promised, Danny regained control of his beefy, envy-inducing athlete's body the second the last play was finished and 'Dash' was no longer exerting himself. As Danny returned to focus and could feel his beefy arms again, he got a vague idea of how the last few hours had been; he was a little sore, but surprisingly, not tired. It was nothing he wouldn't be able to shake off in a few minutes, maybe an hour at the utmost. From what he paid attention to during practice, he felt like he wouldn't have gotten off so easy were he actually living it. Perhaps it was another quirk within this whole thing with the jock ghost, but Danny didn't feel much of a need to investigate it. Danny's own ghost powers healed him up faster than a normal human, and besides, what would he know about football, exactly?

"Alright team, that's all for today; hit the showers," Coach Bryant said to the players. "And Danny -- " Coach approached and pat Danny's back -- "Great work out there today."

Danny felt appreciated and proud of himself, even though technically, it wasn't him; the details were easily overlooked and forgotten, however, as Danny headed back inside with a smile on his face.

Over the years, the jocks of Casper High School had built a dominant, imposing image with both faculty and the student body. They were hailed as model students; usually physically, but rarely they'd also fare well academically. Danny Fenton was the latest, and perhaps the greatest, to come from this long line of Casper High jock pedigree. Doted on by teachers (even the hard-to-please Mr. Lancer, sometimes) and looked up to by students (mostly either in envy or lust), Danny was both an academic star and a wildly successful athlete, both physically exemplifying and metaphorically carrying on the strong, powerful, imposing appearance cultivated by many a jock before him.

Many wondered about what exactly went on in the boys' locker room. Gossipy conversations tended to swing wildly in relation to the truth, from pugnacious play-fighting (unlikely) to contact with aliens (laughable) to 'seven minutes in heaven' with the cheerleaders (actually quite close to factual, though any jock would insist it was far more than seven minutes). What was happening inside the locker room after practice today, however, was far from something the average student would expect.

I'm bringin' sexy back... (Yeah!)
Them other boys don't know how to act... (Yeah!)

The jocks, many of them in assorted states of undress, were dancing around to pop music, letting loose and genuinely having fun. The whole thing was (apparently) Danny's idea a few months ago, and the rest of the team seemed to take a liking to it. It had become something that lightened the mood and let the team blow off some steam after practice sometimes. The team had even thrown in a few displays of their own raw power, flexing and showing off. Someone had even let in the team's water boy, a lanky lad who would almost be considered a nerd if it weren't for his appealing face and slight musculature, to take pictures of their posing. 

As the song finished and things quieted down, Danny took control of the music player and the team.

"Alright, that was fun, but we've gotta get going. Let's not turn this into a party -- that's for after we crush Phearson on Friday."

His confidence and control, not to mention his influence on his teammates as team captain, was unshakeable, and soon his peers complied, ceasing their dawdling and finishing their business in the locker room. That included Danny, who had been standing shirtless. He returned back to his locker and soon Kwan joined him, like before. Inside, as expected, their letterman jackets and jeans were waiting for them.

"You always stop it just when it's getting good," Kwan half-complained.

"Hey, you know how this works," Danny reminded him. "One song. Two on a good day. It's fun, but it's disciplined."

"At least you always pick good music," Kwan rationalized. The Asian jock smiled as he looked towards Danny, who in that moment was about to change back into his normal underwear. Danny felt a little self-conscious, but tried to hide it.

"Hey, I might not have been raised into this sports thing, but I've really gotten to know you guys." Danny waited for Kwan to turn back around before exposing himself. "And we wouldn't play it at parties if we didn't like it."

"I don't think your history with sports matters, Danny," Kwan replied. "We're a team, and kind of a family. And you're Dash, our team captain. And I'm Kwan, your best friend. When we're together, the only thing that matters is that nothing can stop us."

Danny smiled honestly. "When did you get so motivational?" He broke out into a chuckle.

"I learned it from you," Kwan replied. "We may not have known each other forever, but you're still a good friend."

Danny took a real pride in Kwan's compliment. It felt seemingly completely contradictory to anything Danny knew about jocks before last week, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

"Now hurry up, Dash -- you've got something to beat."

Danny's thoughts went instantly to his dick, as if it wasn't telling where his mind went now, before he remembered that he had been dared on a date with the bench press after practice.

A few other people were using the weight room this late after school, but for the most part, Kwan and Danny had it to themselves. When Danny informed his jock friend of his other plans, the pair wasted no time getting to the main event; After working his way up the rungs from a too-easy 50-pound lift through more and more weights, Danny had soon cleared 325 again.

"Alright, Danny," Kwan slid two more weights onto either side of the bar. "These two make it three forty."

Determined, Danny grasped the bar. With Kwan as an ever-reliable spotter, Danny focused on the lift. Working out wasn't something Danny had to give much thought to anymore; once he started, he seemed to find a zone and wind his way through the idle repetitions. It was mostly true on the cardio and the lower weights, however; when Danny was nearing his peak, he had to focus. Focus on the bar, focus on the motion, focus on not straining himself. But before he knew it, Danny had finished a set of five repetitions at 340 pounds, cementing a new personal best.

"Well, you were right," Kwan looked on, equal parts supportive and surprised. "All that sex I was hearing about did not mean you were slacking on working out."

"When does it ever, Kwan?" Danny replied matter-of-factly.

"Sometimes I wonder how you do it," Kwan added, though the two let the question hang as Danny sat back up.

In reality, of course, Danny didn't actually have to do anything to keep up his image as the school's most physically impressive jock; given his physique was ghost-powered, it didn't succumb to the normal factors of wasting or disuse. So long as Danny kept up his hormonal levels (and honestly, Danny was putting out more than ever in that regard), he could stay at home, pig out for a month, and never even think about touching a dumbbell if he wanted to and his body would look the exact same at the end of that month as when it began. But working out helped keep up the illusion, as it were, and let Danny spend more time with the jocks. Any normal jock shouldn't have been able to do what Danny Fenton had just done, especially if they hadn't worked out in at least a week. But in more ways than one, Danny was not a normal jock...

Chapter 26

"How do I have such a perfect life?" Danny asked, secretly rhetorically, as he bit into his meal at Nasty Burger. While he had ordered a full meal, Tucker only ordered a shake, opting not to spoil his appetite; Sam had ordered a salad, as usual. "Practice was awesome, class was great, a cheerleader gave me a blowie, and most importantly -- Sam?"

"No ghost activity."

"No ghost activity," Danny repeated, as he nonchalantly listed off his perfect day. As he stated each detail, Tucker seemed to develop more of a scowl on his face; Danny was too high on his good mood to notice.

"Just how do you do it, Mr. Perfect?" Sam asked in a rhetorical, mocking way.

"Well, I have breakfast every morning, and bang lots and lots of chicks," Danny replied jokingly, before busting into a laugh. Tucker's glowering expression did not waver.

"I also couldn't do it without you guys," Danny added, which finally made the expression on Tucker's face improve. "I feel like I don't say that enough."

"We've been here since before you became a massive jock; we totally understand," Tucker piped up; his tone was mostly sincere.

"You guys looking forward to the game on Friday?" Danny asked before stuffing fries into his mouth.

"Looking forward to cheering you on as always," Sam spoke for the both of them.

"I hear Phearson's a tough team this year," Danny continued, ignoring his manners as he finished chewing. "They rearranged their whole offensive line after how badly we whooped them last season." The words seemed to be falling out of Danny's mouth without a thought, either first or second. A sense of pride flashed through him on the (apparent) memory.

"I'm sure you'll rearrange it for them again on the field," Tucker joked.

"Just they wait until they get a piece of me -- "

Danny's response was interrupted by a singular guitar riff coming from outside. There were only two people that sound could be coming from: the brother of one of the linebackers, who had a garage band Danny had seen practice once, and an old ghostly adversary. The blue wisp of breath that escaped his mouth afterward seemed to answer that question.

The jock sighed; at least he had finished the majority of his meal. "So much for my perfect day..."

Tucker and Sam, of course, knew the drill by now, a sizable body of information constructing in their heads just from the sound and Danny's reaction. "Let's hope this is quick," Danny muttered. He sat up from the booth and headed out the front door, looking to see what was going on and looking for a good place to hide and transform. This was probably one of the few things that had gotten harder as his hunky body developed into the stunning specimen it now is; both due to the sheer increase in size and due to his increased social stature, as the school's top dog; he had been interrupted in an awkward position on a few challenging occasions.

That wouldn't prove an issue today, however, given evening was setting in and school was long over, and given there was a convenient alleyway a few blocks down that also gave Danny a better view of the action.

"I'm going ghost!" A ring of light encircled Danny upon the utterance of his transformative catchphrase, and soon his letterman-topped jock attire was replaced by a mostly-black form-fitting jumpsuit, as the star jock became town hero Danny Phantom. Within moments, he had flown the few further blocks to the scene of the action.

"Look who was just itching to get a front row seat..." stated the ghost, dressed like a rocker, wielding flaming blue hair and a purple guitar. Though not long after saying that, her determined expression began to change.

"Ember McLain... it's been a while." Danny's jumpsuit left little of Danny's beefy musculature to the imagination, and of what little that was vague, particularly his bulge, it was still fairly easy to guess what was inside anyway.

It was growing clear to Danny that Ember was eyeing him up -- his experiences with girls as a jock seemed to be coming in unusually handy -- but still tried to keep her composure. He hadn't grown that much since they'd last fought, had he?

"I wrote a new song, baby pop, and I'm sure it'll be easy to get into people's heads..."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Danny added.

"Well, do ya?" Ember asked.

"I think you know how this will go, Ember," Danny continued.

"Or maybe I don't..." Ember shifted her guitar to her back as she got intimately close to Danny. "Say, dipstick, you ever heard of a 'power couple'?"

Of course Danny did; if he ever decided to go steady with a girl, he'd be almost guaranteed to be part of one. "What's your game, Ember?"

"I thought I was gonna come out and have some fun, but maybe I'll have a different kind of fun instead..."

Danny didn't know if this was going well, given a punch hadn't even been thrown, or if this was going badly, given instead of being intimidated, it seemed Ember wanted to screw him. Danny didn't know exactly how appropriate that would be. Sure, he had just done it with Paulina as Phantom a few days ago, but she was just a fan; and regardless, between 'Dash' and Phantom, he was going to have sex with her one way or another. This was different; they were supposed to be foes, and Ember seemed bent on fulfilling her goals in their previous confrontations. Why was this different? In either case, Danny knew his penis and his sex drive would be happy to oblige with whatever he decided; his cock always seemed eager to ravage a lady's needy folds.

"Why don't you and me write a little love song tonight?" Ember asked, her new intentions clear under the subtext. 

Danny was still unsure how to respond, but he decided to use the proposal to his advantage. "Tell you what, Ember: I'll think about it, but only if you call off whatever scheme you were about to pull, and you let me take you back to the Ghost Zone without a fight." It was a hefty ask, but Danny knew lust was a deeply consuming emotion; perhaps she'd be willing to do anything for a piece of this potential new encounter.

Ember caressed his thick left pectoral lightly with her gentle hand. "You have yourself a deal, dipstick. Don't leave me waiting for too long..."

Outwardly, Danny rolled his eyes, though internally, he couldn't believe that worked. He opened up the Fenton Thermos and, as promised, Ember was sucked inside without a fight. It was so easy, he had to double-check he wasn't dreaming as he sealed the thermos. At that point, Danny thought for a moment before deciding to get the entire situation out of his mind, somewhat, by flying her back into the Ghost Zone.

As he zipped across town to Fenton Works, Danny tried to understand what just happened. He knew that Ember was coming onto him; he wasn't stupid or clueless, at least not anymore. But the bigger question was Why? Was there something in it for her? Was it a trap for someone else? Or maybe it really just was a ghost looking to partake in matters of the flesh. Was that possible? It certainly was convenient, but he was a hero! What would happen if this got too out of hand?

Arriving back in the alley, Danny transformed back into a human. It was comforting to see his jock attire draped over him again, but he still couldn't fully shake the complexities of what had just happened. He entered the restaurant again, where Sam and Tucker still sat.

"That was fast... and quiet," Tucker stated.

"That was... weird," Danny added, almost as a correction.

"Weird?" Sam asked. "What happened?"

Danny explained the events of the last half-hour.

"That is weird," Tucker replied, though his expression afterward indicated he was still clearly biting his tongue.

"Can ghosts even do that?" Sam queried.

"Well, I can do that," Danny explained, "But I'm not exactly a great example."

"I'm more surprised she agreed to your deal," Tucker noted.

"Well, hello?!" answered Danny, his arms gesturing toward his body.

As Danny and his friends were having their conversation, things were also happening in a dimension that existed in parallel and in tandem with the one most knew: the Ghost Zone. There, Ember was eager to strike up a conversation with another ghost she had gotten to know.

"I just have to tell you: he got hot."

Chapter 27

After leaving the Nasty Burger, Danny, Sam, and Tucker all headed to Danny's house.

"It's getting later than I was expecting it to be, so you guys might not be able to stick around for too long," Danny stated.

"I think my parents would understand," Sam explained. "'Socializing with an influential member of the community' is not something that would get me in trouble."

"It's always schmoozing with them, isn't it?" Danny pondered.

As Danny approached the door of Fenton Works, part ghost lab, part home, Danny didn't even have the chance to touch the doorknob before the door flew wide open.

"EAT BLASTER, YOU! -- Oh, it's you, Danny! Sorry about that."

Danny's father, Jack, seemed to be on unnecessarily high alert. He had an imposing and quite muscular stature, but it looked less so in front of Danny, who was just as well-built.

"It's not the first time I've had a blaster pointed at my face," Danny replied, though to Danny that counted both false alarms like this and more serious situations where it was aimed at him for real as Danny Phantom, his parents vowing to tear him apart 'molecule by molecule'. Sometimes he still shuddered at the thought.

"I could have swore our systems detected two ghosts heading for the house," Jack pondered. Danny mentally counted that as both his own ghost half and the polter-jock; either his parents' systems were sophisticated enough to detect the both of them or the jock ghost put no effort in potentially concealing himself. In that moment, he hadn't thought about the possibility before, given he was relatively content with being a half-ghost nowadays, but now he was compelled to see if it was possible; he'd have to test that out later.

"Why do our devices keep detecting our son?" Maddie pondered aloud. "Welcome home, Danny; dinner will be ready soon."

"It's such a weird false alarm, isn't it?" Danny lied. "At least you know when I'm coming home, like a convenient doorbell."

"That's one way to think about it, but we'd rather not scare you half to death every time you come in the door. We've been trying to figure out why it's been detecting you and whether or not we can filter it out, but we haven't made much progress just yet."

Danny appreciated the concern, but it also put him on edge; what if they find out he's half-ghost before he's ready to tell them? All three of the teens briefly shared an equally concerned grimace on that thought before heading up to Danny's room.

The sky was turning orange as Sam and Tucker sat with Danny in his room, trying to hypothesize what plan there might have been for the incident earlier.

"...Do we have to investigate the elephant in the room right now?" Danny asked, almost as a complaint.

"Yes, we do," Sam replied, "It's your elephant that's causing the mess."

"You're apparently so attractive that even ghosts want a piece of your big fat dick!" Tucker added, his voice sounding quire aggravated.

"Seriously, Tucker, who peed in your cereal this morning?" Danny asked, his own tone getting annoyed. "You've been kind of bitchy all day."

"Don't be ridiculous," Tucker replied.

"I deal with Paulina and her clique on a daily basis," Danny insisted. "I would know."

"Don't tell me you're getting jealous of Danny again," Sam interjected.

The comment seemed to shut Tucker up, like a child being asked by their parents if they made a mess somewhere. "...May-be."

Danny groaned. "How many times do we have to go through this, Tucker?! -- " Danny paused. Wait. How many times have we gone through this? Was this a regular occurrence? Danny didn't actually seem to know. It was one of those gaps in his new life that wasn't exactly filled in. There was an obvious answer nagging at his brain, luckily, so he could 'fake it' if he wanted to. Or would that just be going along with things? Was he really 'faking' anything here? 

"Um..." Sam stated after a few moments of silence. "Earth to Danny?"

Shit, they noticed. Danny wished he could have paused time for that little moment of thought, but that wasn't his place; he wasn't Clockwork.

"Aren't you going to finish your usual spiel?" Sam asked again. The reply was gnawing at the front of his mind again. Maybe they wouldn't notice if he just said it. It felt right, after all.

"I'm getting to it, Sam," Danny stated firmly. "How many times do we have to go through this, Tucker?!" Danny repeated, with the vocal accuracy of a record. "It's not my fault that my parents have good genes and high IQs, or that puberty hit me like a hot, sexy, handsome freight train..." All those compliments were getting Danny distracted, as he rolled his shoulders just to move his studly muscles, his traps rising and falling either side of his thick, carved neck, the swelling muscles accentuating the Adam's apple that gave him that suave voice of his. "You've got to stop being so jealous of me."

"Easy for you to say, 'Dash'," Tucker continued. "If someone looked up 'stud' or 'hunk' in the dictionary, they'd be greeted by full-page photos of you."

"Damn right they would," Danny gloated, his tone then shifting back to earnest. "I wish I could do something to help you out, but there's no ghost powers for genetics." Danny was fairly confident that that was a lie -- just like this whole world, at its most pessimistic -- but it felt so effortless to tell. Technically, it was half-true; his ghost powers didn't handle genetics, but someone's did. And man, did they handle them well, he thought as he looked down at himself.

"Maybe you could take him to the gym this weekend?" Sam asked.

"I keep offering him every time he does this, but every single time, he either doesn't want to, forgets or says he's busy. You can't complain if you don't want to put in the work," Danny insisted, before lifting up his shirt, "And believe me, these rock-hard abs... take work." No they didn't, Danny mentally added. And that's my favorite part about them.

His irrational ego defeated by logic again, Tucker grumbled and slunk back in his seat.

"Danny, dinner!" Maddie called from elsewhere in the house. "Are Sam and Tucker staying?"

"Guess your lucky day continues, Danny," Sam said. "We don't have to investigate any more right now."

"Well, there was the ghost incident and Tucker being jealous of me again, so... 4 - 2?" Danny, surprisingly (or perhaps unsurprisingly), kept score. "Come on."

The trio headed out of Danny's room, doing their best to put their other thoughts aside. 

Chapter 28

Sam and Tucker decided to stick around, and thus joined Danny, Jack, Maddie, and Jazz at the dinner table. A deep-dish lasagna was on the menu, though given the impromptu plus-two, something else had to be made relatively quickly for Sam. Tucker and Danny would certainly lap up the extra portion, however.

"Are you sure your parents will be alright with you being out this late without notice?" Danny asked.

"Believe me, if they had it their way, we would be planning for their grandkids, Danny," Sam said bluntly. "The minute you became quarterback and captain, you became 'influential', and their brains shut off after that."

Danny sighed, knowing she was right. Whenever he was over, Sam's parents fawned over him like he was the offspring of their very wealthy family and not Sam. The kingly treatment did wonders for his ego, however, and from time to time he entertained their re-invitation. He wondered what it would be like to have sex at her house; Sam always insisted on doing it anywhere else, and Danny didn't really mind, as most of the time the seductive road led right into his bedroom. But his mind couldn't help but wonder about the experience of spilling his seed all over furniture probably worth more than anything he had ever owned.

Meanwhile, Jack, at mention of the earlier conversation, was trying to sell Tucker on strength training at their place; thanks to both Danny and his dad, the home gym the family had was stacked with more weights than Tucker would even be remotely able to get up to anytime soon.

"...Danny's a pretty good spotter -- hey, maybe we could all work out together on the weekends!"

"Thanks for the offer, Mr. Fenton," Tucker replied. "I'll think about it... next weekend."

The conversation went to no place unusual for the Fentons (or, by extension, Danny's friends); Danny talked about how well he performed at practice and boasted about how he pushed to his new lifting record, the story coming from him without a second thought; obviously, Danny's ghostly encounters (either with the polter-jock taking over during practice or Ember's unusual stand at the Nasty Burger) were glossed over and left out. Jack and Maddie gushed about their latest work in the lab; bits and pieces and odds and ends and progress on new ghost-hunting inventions. The details of just how absorbed they were into their work, and the gruesome devices the two were working on, put the young jock and his friends into a mild state of unease, worried about if (or how) those contraptions might impact Danny. However, the three were used to the discomfort when Danny's parents went into the gory details, and had learned to live with it. Tucker tried to keep himself calm by focusing on the intricacy of the gadgetry, interjecting with thoughts on how the systems worked where he could. Jazz spoke mainly of her schoolwork, which seemed normal, but Danny noticed that she seemed to be keeping her gaze trained in any which way but towards him; it signaled a forbidden lust was still on her mind.

The evening felt comfortable, calm, normal; Danny began to relax into rhythms he felt like he had experienced a hundred times. The nagging reminder of the fact that he actually didn't, tying him to a weird state of unreality only he truly inhabited, was hard to ignore, but Danny tried his best, and eventually, he started to suppress it more successfully. This was his life, and he was living it; he didn't seem to understand why he was still so reluctant to let 'actual reality', as it were, the one where he was a scrawny runt that always got pushed around, go. There wasn't much left for him there, and what there was, he could bring in, whenever he was comfortable. For now, Danny took a mental deep breath, imagining his heaving chest rise and fall, and sunk deeper and deeper into the moment.

Later that evening, the door to Danny's room slowly creaked open. Peeking his head out, Danny checked to see if the coast was clear before slipping down the hall. It seemed unusual for a brawny guy like Danny to slink through quietly like this, but between football and ghost-fighting, Danny was also surprisingly agile. He soon made his way down, creeping through the house, down to where he was headed; the lab. Danny wasn't afraid to be near the family's high-tech basement; he had grown up around it, and was invited on many occasions to help out on days when his parents felt it wasn't too dangerous (and Danny usually accepted when they weren't testing something that would give away his ghost half too blatantly). But what he was about to do tonight needed solitude.

The jacked halfa soon made it to the entrance to the lab, and inside, he could hear his parents discussing something; from what he was hearing, it seemed they were done with their work for the night and were idly chatting. Perfect.

"I don't get why this stuff keeps detecting our son," Maddie lamented. "He's not a ghost, so he shouldn't be picking up on this at all."

The muffled conversation worried Danny somewhat.

"You'll figure it out soon, honey," Jack reassured her. "But wouldn't it be funny if this wasn't malfunctioning?"

"And our son is... is a ghost?" Maddie pondered. "It would make so much sense..."

Danny crossed his fingers so hard he worried he'd break them off, praying they didn't connect the dots...

"But he's so... human." Maddie continued. "If our Danny was a ghost, wouldn't we know? Wouldn't he tell us? He'd tell us, dear... right?"

After a brief silence, the two seemed to drop the subject. Danny let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding in.

"Let's head back upstairs," signaled Jack, and Danny was put on notice. Panicking briefly, he used his invisibility powers to disappear onto the wall; he hoped they weren't bringing any of their work out with them.

Luckily for him, they weren't, and as Maddie let down the hood of her blue hazmat suit, Danny side-stepped into the open door behind them. On a normal day, he didn't have to do all this; he could just ask and depending on what the request was, he could be here without issue, though usually with supervision. Tonight, he needed privacy, which he was assured of when he heard the door to the lab close behind him. Unless Jack had a sudden idea in his sleep, they wouldn't be coming back down again tonight.

"Hey, are you in there?" Danny asked, seemingly to the empty room. The lab was well-insulated, as it needed to be, and besides the odd explosion, nearly nothing of what was happening could be heard from the house.

As always, the jock possessing Danny replied.

"Good. I -- I want to try some things that... I never thought I'd feel again." Danny's staggered utterance was uncharacteristic of how he had been acting this whole week; it must have been important. The ghost noticed, and on a signal of puzzlement, Danny brought some thoughts forward that explained why it was -- and what he was about to do.

While Danny had adjusted well to life as a half-ghost, there were some times when the weight of everything that had happened -- the accident, becoming a hero, all these new powers and responsibilities -- hit him all at once. Tucker and Sam had helped Danny so much in adjusting to the changes in his life, but occasionally, he'd feel just a little less human. Not really alive, not really dead, just freakily in between. Quite often, there would be days like today when Danny would get picked up by one of his parents' ghost-hunting devices, which had led to countless occasions where Jack (and sometimes Maddie) directed dangerous, destructive tech at their son 'accidentally'. The sensors were impeccable, of course, but acknowledging that would ultimately lead to having to tell his parents about his secret, and Danny wasn't ready to go through what that would entail. Danny discovering the extent of his ice powers also didn't help, as he came to realize that because of them, his body temperature was just a little below normal. Sometimes, it was noticeable, Tucker had joked once when those powers were more volatile that he had become a 'walking air conditioner', a comment he didn't really appreciate.

In this timeline, the polter-jock's altered version of events, becoming a jock helped Danny ease many of these fears. Casper High, and to some extent the rest of Amity Park, held its jocks in high regard, and Danny's quick development into a stellar athlete gave him considerable confidence. Not only did he have a convenient excuse in nonexistent 'athletic meetups' for whenever he had to go ghost, he also finally had something he could be proud of as a human, that didn't need to be hidden -- but that couldn't change what he felt on the rare nights he was particularly alone and particularly glum. Those nights were a little more common in the life where Danny wasn't a jock, the version of events he was now getting more reluctant to define as his 'real' life, implying this much better existence -- one without dismal grades, an awful social life, and seemingly a natural target on his back for bullies -- was somehow 'fake' or artificial. He still wasn't fully able to untether himself from his pre-jock state and fully enjoy himself in this reality, which also gnawed at him.

Looking through his parents' gadgets, Danny soon found what he was looking for; a simple ghost detector. It looked largely like a speed gun you'd use to measure how fast a baseball was going, but it had a few extra features on it, like pinpointing multiple targets in the vicinity. It was actually somewhat of an old model; the technology had since been refined into vastly improved versions and served as the basis for an array of other devices. But Danny didn't need the extra bells and whistles, he just needed one simple piece of information.

Danny turned the device on. After a few moments, as it stirred to life, the detector began to beep rapidly, like a metal detector would. turning it around to view the display, the speed of the beeping decreased slightly, but the reading from the gadget was no less accurate: there were two ghosts in the vicinity, at close range.

The reading didn't surprise Danny at all; in fact, he was expecting it. Just like earlier, his parents' Fenton Works tech was impeccably accurate. The two ghosts were Danny himself, as his half-ghost side could still be detected even in human form, and the ghost jock who was possessing Danny's body (and secretly making him the handsome studmuffin he currently stood as). Danny set the device down on a table in another part of the room to keep the beeping from getting too incessant.

"Now, is there any way you can suppress our ecto-signatures?" Danny asked.

This is really technical stuff I've never had to think about, the ghost answered. But I guess I'll try...

Danny waited, and waited, for the ghost's influence to kick in. The display still read an insistent numeral two. Danny sighed, taking himself to a chair at a table elsewhere in the room nearby. The beeping went on, unabated, as he put his head into his hands.

"Ugh, I guess I've been getting too used to you," Danny despaired. "I forgot that, despite my apparent power, you still have limits."

Hey, adding a foot to your dick and asking for ultimate ghost stealth are two different things, the polter-jock replied. Heck, I didn't even know that wasn't going to work.

Danny fell deep into contemplation. It was a stupid idea, he self-chastised. His thoughts about the situation and being half-ghost piled up on him in his mind to the point that each individual thought was no longer distinctly intelligible. Danny felt his eyes twitching, ready to water, but before the pain could finally hit him, he had a sudden realization.

"Wait a minute." Danny stood up and walked a little closer to the ghost detector, its alerting tones accelerating. "I'm such a dumbass!" 

The ghost set off a mental signal akin to a 'Huh?' response.

"If I don't want to be detected by my parents' tech, why don't I just make it so that we're not picked up be Fenton Works gadgets?"

They say sometimes that smart guys miss the easy answers, the ghost replied, before taking Danny's idea as a request.

At first, nothing seemed to really change; Danny could still hear the detector beeping at a hasty cadence across the room. But soon, the beeping started to slow down, the frequency dropping from constant to often to regular to occasional... until it finally stopped.

Danny picked up the detector again, turned it around, and looked at the display.

It read there were zero ghosts detected.

"I... I can't believe it... I... I can't believe that worked..." 

Danny stood in silence for a few long moments, before trying to recompose himself.

"Okay, this... this is a little bigger. Can... can you... fix -- or change -- my body heat? Make my temperature..." His words were getting increasingly caught in his throat. "Normal?"

After a moment, Danny felt his whole body flush with heat, almost enough to make him sweat. It was like a sticky June day without air conditioning. Danny had gotten so used to his ghost half bringing down his temperature that it felt downright strange to be this warm. But before he could fully rationalize these new feelings, the heat faded, and Danny felt normal again.

Well, those were the two things you asked for, the ghost stated. For all intents and purposes, you're a normal human being.

Danny stood there, in the middle of the lab, quietly, letting those words sink in.

You're a normal human being.

Danny was so overcome with a mixture of emotions -- elation, shock, wonder -- that he actually began to cry.

Parts of Danny deep inside him knew he wanted this, but now that it was real, he felt like he underestimated just how much he needed this.

Sure, he was still a half-ghost superhero, and he still had a connection to a world beyond our own -- and a possession by an entity beyond belief. But after he transformed back from his ghost half, there would be no way to tell that he was Danny Phantom. Danny 'Dash' Fenton, aspiring astronaut and athlete extraordinaire, was finally, completely, undeniably normal.

The ghost stayed quiet while Danny nearly cried his eyes out, taking in everything these two seemingly simple actions meant for him -- and to him. He didn't care about how it happened, or the technicalities of it, or anything else. Danny was normal again.

Eventually, the echoes of this revelation quieted down enough in his mind for Danny to calm himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this," Danny insisted. Somehow he felt embarrassed by being so vulnerable. "It feels weird, and I kind of just want to take my mind off of everything."

Maybe you need a change of scenery, the ghost offered. My place?

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The jock ghost's idea of 'stress relief' was, as it was for so many jocks of his (and now Danny's) stature, masturbation. His girthy sixteen-inch rod in hand, Danny Phantom was just getting started on the road to letting out his load. To a part of his brain, it felt unbecoming of a guy who was supposed to be a hero, at least in this form. But he was in the privacy of the polter-jock's realm within the Ghost Zone, the rest of him countered; only one other being even knew he was here. When it came to jacking off in peace, this might just be as private as one can get. No ghost sense, no distractions, no threat of someone walking in on him, though he hadn't had that happen in a long time. And he wouldn't mind if Sam or another girl he knew 'accidentally' stumbled in on him like this...

But that wouldn't be happening. Danny was laid back, reclined and floating in the jock ghost's room. In here, he had all the solitude to 'get to know himself' that he could ever want.

As usual, Danny's hormones seemed to be on overdrive, to the point that he had already started leaking out a slick puddle of precum. Some of his pre even had enough force to spurt, interestingly; Danny was surprised as he watched the semi-clear fluids dribble down the deep grooves of his abs, brought into stark relief by the smooth material of the jumpsuit around his form.

Some guys saw masturbation as second-rate compared to actual intercourse, but when you're as well-endowed as Danny, any kind of sex was immensely pleasurable. Plus, Danny had gotten plenty of both anyway, so who would dare question if he wanted to play with himself for once? Though, beyond the people that knew him personally, no one really seemed to ask about his sexual exploits, anyway; one look at his face, his body, and/or his bulge, and the rest was immediately implied.

Danny's cock throbbed, his meaty girth seemingly aching for release. His hormonal urges awakened, his only thoughts surrounded tending to his lusty need.

"Nnhf... fuck," Danny uttered, attempting to keep his voice from turning into a moan. "It feels... like I've done this... a hundred times... ohhh, a thousand times... but... fuck!... It never gets old..."

How many times had Danny cum in the past week? To the last vestiges of rational thought in his brain, it felt like more often than he had ever done it before. Five times, ten times, twenty? Fuck, keeping track didn't matter, Danny figured. All that mattered at the moment was that masturbating himself felt amazing, and he didn't ever want it to stop.

Feeling Danny's increasing heart rate as he pumped up and down his increasingly sensitive erection, the polter-jock simply looked on and smiled. Danny was a better host than he could have ever hoped for. Flexing a ghostly bicep to an impressive peak, he felt more powerful than he could have ever imagined. And he had helped turn Danny into a perfect male specimen; were he still alive, he'd almost be jealous.

While it didn't seem like Danny could think while he was lost in his unbelievably blissful moment of carnal lust, he seemed to get vague ideas that resembled thoughts in his head, and they all seemed to be about his powerful form and his muscular body. The way his hand firmly gripped his erect cock, the lusty subject of attention for every girl in school. His huge arms, thick, concentrated peaks of power. His meaty pecs, almost like barrels pushing out of his chest. Eight sharply-chiseled abs that were carved into his stomach deeper than anyone else he had ever seen in person. Agile, sturdy legs, strong and ready for performance. And as much as all of those things turned him on alone, the fact that they all came together on him, such immense power under his control, was seductive to the point of being intoxicating. Visions of Danny flexing and fucking, seeing his muscles bulge and imagining his girthy length slamming up against the walls of a tight cunt, flexing and fucking and showing off just how powerful he now was, seemed to turn him on so much he didn't even notice he was rushing to orgasm.

"Fuck..." Danny felt his weighty testicles seize up, ready to unload. "I love... aaaaaaaaahhh..." All the pressure built up inside Danny seemed to let go all at once, as his enormous penis let loose a thick volley of hot, virile seed into the room. The long arches of jizz splashed against the ceiling, repainting it as spurt after forceful spurt was spilled into the ghostly realm. Danny couldn't help but let out a loud, lusty moan as he continued to ejaculate, cumshots continuing for a full two minutes straight before they had reduced to a trickle, a thick white line spanning a 180-degree arc, dripping creamily in front of him.

"God, that was amazing." Danny was panting, surprised at just how much his body seemed to be involved in this sexual exertion. It felt like he was mid-workout, just before he really started to break a sweat. Danny simply floated on his back, his cock slowly returning to its eleven-inch flaccid length, basking in the afterglow. Just before his consciousness fully stirred back to function, he could see his load fading away...

About twenty minutes later, Danny had recovered from his fapping session; his cock was now back in his jumpsuit, completely soft and bone-dry, its imprint snaking down his right leg. As the ghost jock seemed to make busywork around the room, Danny inhaled deeply and got something off his chest.

"So what's your story anyway?" Danny queried. "I've been meaning to ask."

"My story?" The ghost responded. "Like, what? How I lived, how I...?"

"I guess you can start... wherever you want," Danny replied.

The ghost stopped and seriously thought about it. Danny sensed he hadn't been asked about this sort of thing in a while, if ever. The ghost took a deep breath in -- or at least mimicked it, his upper body heaving in the motion -- and began to speak.

"...My name was Rodney. Rodney Coleman. And once upon a time, I was Casper High's biggest, beefiest, baddest jock."

Chapter 30

"We used to rule the school, my friends and I," the polter-jock, now known as Rodney, continued. "Top of the food chain. Teachers couldn't touch us. You probably know what I mean."

Danny understood both sides of the equation now, he thought, as he listened to Rodney explain himself.

"I was the king when it came to football. Every college in the state offered me a full-ride on sports. I was the star quarterback, like you -- and like this 'Dash' guy you resent so much." Danny's thoughts went to his former tormentor for the first time in seemingly forever, and the reminder only made him more gleeful that Dash as Danny once knew him no longer existed. "We had some of the best seasons in Casper High history -- you might see my name around, now that you know what to look for."

"I mean, I'm not exactly the star quarterback here," Danny argued.

"Don't doubt yourself so much," Rodney replied cryptically.

"I was also a king when it came to sex," the ghost continued. "The other jocks made a pun out of my name, exaggerating that I had a 'rod' that went down to my knees. I was only ten inches hard, tops -- you might actually be more deserving of the joke, honestly." A sense of cocky pride set into Danny. 

"But god, was I big. Mouthwateringly studly. I couldn't keep the girls off me, not that I necessarily wanted to. They seemed eager to overlook my one big flaw..."

"...Which was?" Danny asked, though he already knew where it was going.

"I was a bully, Danny. And I was bad. I knew how to find a nerd's biggest weaknesses and exploit them in ten seconds flat. Whether I scored more goals, more girls, or more wedgied losers -- sorry, runts -- in my time is up for debate. Sometimes I can still hear a few girly yelps in the distance. Baxter woulda had competition."

"But then, everything changed. It was senior year, my best one yet. We were on our way to an undefeated season. Colleges were banging down my door, and I was about to decide where to go. I was maybe, just maybe, on my way to landing a proper, steady girlfriend. But then... then... aghhhh..."

Rodney put his hand on his head trying to remember the rest of the story. It seemed like he was in pain, or at least suffering from an intense migraine, and Danny neared him, ready to help him. After a few tense moments, the headache seemed to subside.

"I can't remember what exactly happened. But in that moment, all I could think about was how royally I fucked up with all those nerds. And in that moment, I just wanted to make it up to them, but knew I'd never get the chance. Though who'd even forgive me, honestly?"

"And so, I ended up here, left to atone. But haunting the halls of Casper High, I realized something that I didn't think about before. I realized what all those geeks I looked down on... really wanted. Even if they didn't really know it, it seemed like every last one of them envied what I had. What I took for granted. And that's when I discovered that I had the power to give it to them..."

Rodney put on a near-menacing grin, to the point that it was off-putting to Danny.

"And... I guess that's the story," Rodney explained. "You're not my first host, but you're definitely my most powerful one."

Danny let the weight of Rodney's story sink in before prying further.

"Do you ever think about... old habits?" Danny asked, his mind going to Rodney's former malice-driven ways.

"...I try not to act on them anymore," Rodney replied, sensing what Danny was thinking. "I try and fit myself to the whims of whatever nerd has me now. Plenty of them are bent on revenge, rightly, but... that's on them."

Danny looked concerned about the potential for relapse, but he also reminded himself that, after over a week of living this new life, that he was in a little too deep to turn back now -- that off chance seemed a small price to pay for his new self.

"Say, Danny..." Rodney asked. "You know how I keep saying you're the most powerful host I've had?"

Danny was caught off-guard. "Yeah?..."

"Can I... ask you something? A favor, of sorts." Rodney continued tensely. "But we're going to have to go back to your place."

"Oh...kay?" Danny was uncertain, and admittedly, he couldn't stop wondering about what favor he was going to ask of Danny. "Come on," he instructed, and he felt Rodney return into his body. Soon he flew out of Rodney's realm, and before long he was out of the Ghost Zone and back in the Fenton lab.

In Danny's room, and back in Fenton guise, part of Rodney's body extended out of Danny again -- he was ultimately tethered to him out here -- and posed his proposal.

"So as I was saying, you're powerful. The most powerful person I've gotten to know. You've made a nice little world for yourself, too."

Danny bristled somewhat at the thought of this being nothing more than a 'world' for himself, but said nothing about it. "Go on..."

"So you might be powerful enough for me to ask... about regaining a body."

"What?" Danny was taken aback.

Rodney replied uncharacteristically meekly. "You know, a... physical form."

Danny got defensive. "I'm not going to just become you! -- "

"Hey, hey, hey, that wasn't what I was asking," Rodney insisted. "All I want is for you to create a body for me, so I can be a jock again. A better jock. I'll still have to be connected to you, and you can keep your body, but we can be buddies! Jock pals!"

Danny mulled it over in his mind. If Danny could make all this -- no, change all this -- if the world of Danny 'Dash' Fenton was possible, he finally rationalized, then it was perfectly plausible that he could... make Rodney again. But Danny wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to. He didn't know where Rodney's whims would take him, nor would he appreciate the added competition for top jock. Kwan was closest in size and experience, but through becoming friends, he had neutralized that threat to his stature. Danny was surprised he was getting so analytical about his social life -- and that there was so much to analyze.

"I don't know, Rodney. Having an extra voice in your head and having another living, breathing, body on your hands are two different things."

"I'll make it worth your while, I swear," Rodney insisted. "And, if you must," he added, reading his mind somewhat, "I'll let you shrink me down some so I'm not a threat to your social standing."

Danny was further surprised by Rodney's willingness to compromise -- and even look out for someone else as number-one. "I... I'll have to think about it, Rodney. This is a lot to lay on a guy, and I already had a lot on my mind as it was."

"...I guess I'll have to give you that," the ghost jock admitted, and his form slipped back into Danny's body.

The conversation now over, Danny took a deep, resigned breath in and let a deep, resigned breath out. He turned around and looked at the clock on his nightstand, which read 11:07. "Jeez, it's late for a school night. How long did you keep me in the Ghost Zone, Rodney?" The question was rhetorical, and Danny began to undress himself and get ready for bed. It seemed the second week of life as a jock was already getting far more complicated than the first.

Chapter 31

Danny woke up feeling well-rested as he stretched his meaty limbs; he hadn't forgotten about what had happened yesterday and last night, but it wasn't on his mind. One limb he wasn't expecting to see stretch was his thick, sixteen-inch cock; he had gotten up with another case of morning wood, and yet he didn't seem to notice. Perhaps he was just that used to feeling the tightness around the back of the waistband of his boxers when it happened that it took more for him to pay attention to it. Danny looked down proudly at the impressive display; his thick girth had appeared to give literal definition to 'tenting'. His long, hardened pole managed to stand straight up, the waistband of his boxers balancing neatly, if somewhat precariously, on his glans. It looked like his weighty balls were camping inside of his heightened underwear, and Danny chuckled at the humorous mental image. A gentle touch of his member sent a wave of lusty arousal through him, keeping his dick stiff, but he fought his carnal instincts to masturbate and got up from the bed. Danny's penis jutting out over a foot in front of him and bowing around a strip of elastic looked ridiculous, and yet at the same time, he didn't really care; honestly, he was coming to enjoy it. He had come to like the displays his body seemed to naturally put on now; certainly having a body that would make even the ancient Greeks double-take helped with that.

Getting the sleep out of his eyes, Danny went to the kitchen, expecting breakfast, yet no one seemed to be up. It was only here that he finally glanced at the clock and noticed that he had woken up over an hour earlier than he was expecting. Danny was surprised, but content with the extra time on his hands; perhaps he could sneak in a workout or an early morning patrol. If he cut corners on each of them, maybe even both.

But before he could decide on what to do, upon turning around to head back to his room, he saw Jazz, standing in the other doorway. The two siblings noticing each other seemed to stop both of them dead in their tracks.

"...Jazz!" Danny finally broke the seeming eternity of silence. He tried to sound casual, but his nervous energy was nearly impossible to fully conceal.

"Danny..." Jazz replied, in a softer and even more unsure tone.

Their respective presences now known, Danny and Jazz both neared each other, trying to create a more casual distance to keep things from being as awkward as they were -- though it was hard to ignore what stood in between them. The two of them seemed to be trying to come up with their own explanations for being in the room at that moment, but failed to create something they could vocalize. 

Danny tried to make himself at least somewhat decent by stuffing his dick back into his boxers, but it was still rock-hard; all he ultimately succeeded in was bouncing the waistband -- and with it any sense of coverage -- off of his cockhead. His length wobbled and bounced, almost tauntingly to Jazz.

"Fff... fuck..." Jazz muttered breathily, unable to keep her composure. She could feel her panties moistening right then and there, just from being so close to such a big cock. Almost beyond her own volition, Jazz's hand outstretched, nearing ever closer to Danny's hard, throbbing shaft.

"Jazz... no..." Danny tried to reprimand her, but it was spluttered with little force. Danny was insistent that he didn't want this, at least not from her, but his penis didn't seem to mind; it was still fully erect and he swore it was almost aching for attention.

"Stop -- " Danny insisted, swatting Jazz's hand away. However, in his absentmindedness, he swatted her away towards the direction of his dick, and her fingers managed to make one swipe at his hard, sensitive head on the way down. It set the jock/hero's hyperactive hormones off, and a thin trail of precum began to leak onto the kitchen floor. It seemed to snap Jazz out of her lusty stupor, but began to send Danny down a new one.

"Nnnffff... fuck... Jazz..." Danny uttered, his face shifting through pleading, arousal, and hints of disgust. "You know... we can't..." 

Danny grabbed his shaft and gently massaged it, hoping to quell the urge to outright stroke himself. However, the arousal was just too much, and he started leaking more consistently. 

"Fuuuuuck," Danny moaned. "I'm so..." He dashed out of the kitchen to go back to his room; he'd be spending his extra hour on a workout for his genitals. 

"Danny, I -- "

Jazz was left in the kitchen alone, nothing but her own thoughts and her actions around Danny to surround her.

"Did I?..." she slowly realized. "Oh, god..."

Meanwhile, in Danny's room, drips of precum had become a thick, steady stream as his massive member ached with a needy hunger Danny had never known before, even in his time as a jock. He was naturally disgusted by the thought of Jazz lusting after him, but his morning wood stood unabated, and arguably more eager than ever. Just how aroused was he this morning? He had barely tended to it and it was already getting hard to think straight over his lusty, carnal need to relieve his girthy length. To Danny, it felt like this morning he was the horniest he had ever been; he had heard of mind-breaking orgasms -- he would even argue he had given out a few -- but right now, he felt like he was on the edge of getting one. God he wished he had a pussy to plow right about now. Conveniently, he recalled he had a box of sex toys in his room that he had stashed away in a hidden corner. They were all gifts from Sam, who joked that given how much action he already got, they would only be used 'for sexual emergencies'. It was ironic that Danny -- or at least the small part of him that could still think -- found the description fitting in this moment of seemingly unavoidable sexual urgency. Looking at his bedroom floor, he felt like he had already leaked a gallon of pre-cum -- there weren't exactly many comparisons for a man his size, but it looked like more than at least a few average guys' whole loads -- and his penis almost seemed to demand its release in a rising hormonal crescendo.

Luckily, it didn't take long to find something that looked like would do the job -- an extra-large fleshlight, the base a baby blue and the plump lips inside an inviting pink. As Danny's tip touched its rubber opening, his own pre lubricating the toy, he felt his mind already starting to wander, the remains of his grasp on complex thought slipping as he imagined girls he knew, eager to have a piece of him; first Sam, feeling his hefty pecs, then Paulina, tracing the deep ridges of his abs. Two cheerleaders caressed his bulging biceps, tickling their way up his arms. And in succession, they all made their respective ways down to one place on him: his massive, meaty erection. Imagining so many girls blowing and riding him was more than enough to quicken his pace, the sex toy easily overflowing with Danny's abundant pre.

"Unh... so... hornyyy!" Danny moaned. Any sense of control or inhibition was gone now; the jock was locked in an intense, overwhelming, practically primal rut.

Meanwhile, not far away in Jazz's room, the image of Danny's thick, girthy cock, the one he was eagerly, almost slavishly, jacking off now, was seemingly on repeat in her mind. The fap session wasn't helping; she wanted that big cock. As she heard the symphony of 'yes'es and 'more's in the next bedroom, she couldn't help but finger herself to the thought of having that mammoth cock near her, in her hands, even entering her tight pussy. The lusty, passionate thought was so blindingly intoxicating that for a few moments she was so lost in her own pleasure that she forgot whose cock that really was. But when she remembered, she slowed her own masturbation down until it reached a gentle stop. She was the reason why Danny was furiously jacking off, she reminded herself. It was her fault he was taken over the edge. She hoped he was enjoying himself -- and who was she kidding, with a cock like that, who wouldn't? -- but she felt like he wasn't enjoying this as much as he might have were it someone else and not her. Most prominently, Jazz felt guilty. She felt like she had hurt someone she loved. And as much as her sex drive wanted to be around a thick, girthy penis right about now, other emotions overrode those feelings.

Other feelings were furthest from Danny's mind, however, as his brain was awash in a seemingly endless flood of carnal desires and tantalizing pleasures, as the arousal emanating from his hard, leaking dick continued to build. A puddle of precum had long since built on the floor as more and more splashed down onto it, displaced by Danny's hefty shaft every time he thrust.

"Oh... you're making me... I'm gonna..."

Danny's large balls, churning with seed, seized up as he arrived at the point of no return -- the climax of his orgasm.

The studly jock let out a deep, passionate moan as he felt the first jet of his hot, white spunk rush through his length and blast out, only a few thick, virile spurts of his jizz enough to fill the toy considerably. Dropping the fleshlight onto the floor, Danny felt like a roaring lion as he let his semen fly freely in his room, splattering the walls and ceiling indiscriminately, his hot hose of creamy baby batter only controlled by the direction in which the stud was standing.

"Aah -- God -- fuck!" Danny blurted as his ejaculation continued, the output already far more than what any average man could reasonably produce. If he weren't already practically a lock for a full-ride scholarship on either his football skills or his intelligence, he could probably make a considerable living as a porn star.

Dozens of shots erupted from Danny's dick in a medley of overpowering manliness that lasted multiple minutes. As his spurts finally lost the ability to hit his bedroom baseboards, Danny was able to catch his breath and begin to regain his bearings. These increasingly massive releases of ejaculate were getting increasingly exhausting.

First, he felt fine after cumming, ready to go again. Then, he started noticing the strain, as if he was actually starting to exert himself. Then the next level felt like he had just worked out; a little pooped but still easy to recover from. This morning, Danny felt just slightly winded, like his skinnier self used to be after gym class, before he built up all this bulk. It was a feeling Danny thought he'd never feel again, and yet here it was, undeniably real. Danny needed to figure out if this was just a fluke, or if it was only going to get worse. He loved his unstoppable sex drive, but if this was going to become a problem, he needed to keep it from overpowering him. After taking in and almost admiring the sticky white damage he had just done to his room, Danny turned around and noticed the time on his clock. It was almost time for his alarm to go off.

So much for getting an early morning workout in.

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For as much trouble as Danny had before school this morning, strutting his ripped, muscular body down the locker-clad halls and envious, admiring crowds of Casper High School was just what he needed to change his mood and get his mind off the subject. 

However, some annoyances were a little harder to get rid of, as before the star jock himself could get to his locker, Danny was once again harassed by his diminutive former tormentor, whom Danny was more than happy with getting to know as nothing more than just 'the kid who stole his nickname.'

"...Well I think you're on steroids!" the ex-bully accused. "There's no way someone could be that big!"

Danny sighed, somewhat amused but mostly annoyed, as he gestured towards his groin. "I think my package speaks for itself."

"I don't think that's real either! You're stuffing your pants, Fen-turd!"

"Look, if I was doing that stuff, wouldn't you think I'd be kicked off the team?" Danny reasoned. "Though I doubt you'd know anything about good sportsmanship." Danny let a rough punch fly to Baxter's small, undefined shoulder; not enough to hurt him, but enough to make his point.

"Of course everyone covers for the school's star player!" the runt insisted, his theories sounding increasingly ridiculous to Danny's ears.

The jock groaned before openly groping his bulge, his girthy cock slowly unfurling and inching down his right leg. "...Does this answer your question?" he queried.

Baxter had no real response, as Danny was seemingly proven right again; if he was using, not even male enhancement pills could compensate for a cock that large. The small fry let out a low groan, ire possibly mixed with slight hints of envy. "I'm gonna get you one day, Fen-toad..." he threatened.

Danny smirked, almost letting out a chuckle. It sounded weak and unenforceable now, just the way Danny was growing to like it.

Brushing off the encounter, Danny finally got to his locker, and it isn't much longer before Sam and Tucker catch up with him.

Sam greeted him first. "Morning, stud."

"'Morning, stud'," Tucker mimicked mockingly.

"...Good morning to you too, Tucker," Danny added, trying not to sneer at his best friend. "You just had to ruin it, didn't you?"

"Why do you stroke his ego, Sam?" Tucker complained. "You stroke everything else on him!"

"Because he likes it!" Sam retorted. "And I like it too, a little..." she added more sheepishly.

"Can you just drop it, Tucker? Unless you're going to come work out with us this weekend, you have nothing to complain about. You clearly don't want to do the work it would take to get this body, so leave it at that." Danny turned his attention to his other best friend. "Now, good morning, Sam..." He said the words in an almost exaggeratingly lovey-dovey way just to spite Tucker's spite. 

"And how was your morning, Daaaash?" Sam continued, playing along.

"Actually it was... a little weird..." Danny admitted, changing his tone. He then proceeded to explain what had happened to him this morning, though he left out the lusty intentions of his sister and focused more on his aching early-morning need. As Danny illustrated his masturbation session in vivid, explicit detail, Sam's feelings of concern began to slowly be joined -- and then outwardly overtaken -- by feelings of unrelenting, tantalizing desire.

"Gah, why does that sound so hot?" Sam softly blurted. 

Danny looked at her with a somewhat surprised look on his face.

"...Crap, did I say that out loud?" Sam tried to recover. "I mean... I wish I was there for you, to uh... help you out."

"Well," Danny insisted. "I don't think I can do that again, but I can certainly show you just how hard I got... a little later..."

Sam agreed with an eagerness fueled by a well of sexual want that seemed to be bottomless whenever she was around Danny. Just what was it about him?

Tucker made a noise that almost sounded like retching, indicating his response to their display.

"Will you quit it Tucker?!" Danny snapped back, irked. "It's not like I can just... make you like me or whatever! Your jealousy is getting ridiculous."

Internally, Danny thanked Rodney for letting him get away with such a bold-faced lie. One night last week, just before bed, as Danny got used to his new jock life, Danny had considered giving Tucker some muscles of his own, but his seemingly unbreakable jealous streak soured him on the idea. Reminded that Tucker wasn't exactly great when he got his hands onto power, he began to wonder what Tucker would do with such self-altering power like this. Would the power of his muscles just go to his head and turn him into a new, even more insufferable douche? Tucker's continued jealousy was annoying and not a good sign.

"Well how about I see you at your place for a workout this weekend?" Tucker asked with an anger in his voice. "I can get to your level myself."

"Fine," Danny said with some unexpected indignation, fully aware that that wasn't how any of this fitness stuff worked.

"Can you two stop?" Sam asked. "I don't need to see a competition over who can be the biggest meathead."

Danny took a deep breath. "You're right, Sam. All of this is starting to stress me out; there's a football game on Friday, I don't need this." 

"...But I'd win," added Danny in a gloating manner. "In both respects."

"Danny!" Sam chided.

The bell rang, signaling that the trio were now going to be late to class.

Chapter 33

A few periods later came gym class, long known to the student body of Casper High as the refuge of the jocks. With their experience in competitive sports, the jocks reveled in being overachievers in gym, and Danny 'Dash' Fenton, the best of them all, was certainly no exception. The studly jock wore his tight, muscle-accentuating tank top and relatively looser gym shorts with pride as his sneakers squeaked into the room. Danny's ears perked up and his eyes went wide when Ms. Tetzlaff said they were playing dodgeball in class today.

Dodgeball was by far the jocks' favorite gym-class activity, and while everyone enjoyed it, no one took it as seriously as athletes like Danny. Rumors had it that dodgeball was how the jocks let out their anger instead of the senseless bullying that seemed to plague other schools, but no one was able to prove it definitively. Like always, however, Danny had one certain target on his mind: his once-tormentor, who was now only known as 'Baxter'. After the fiasco where he tried to steal Danny's nickname, only the teachers cared enough to know his first name anymore, and Danny was certainly fine with that.

The two teams lined up, their throwing arms at the ready, eager to take their first shots. The jocks of the class were evenly split between the teams, but that wasn't of much concern to Danny; they generally agreed not to hit out one of their own until it got down to the wire -- or, on the off chance one of them had a bone to pick.

At the tweet of the whistle, the kids were off, and Danny was almost instantly in his element. Volleys were flying as everyone launched their fiercest throws and tried to avoid being on the receiving ends of them. It all felt so fluid, and natural. The whole game seemed clearer from this new, more powerful position. It was equal parts analysis and art; a complicated, calculated dance to simultaneously mount offense and defense. But beyond that, Danny Fenton was just plain having fun. Lots of it. And he was more than pleased when, after three near-misses, he finally snagged his bullseye, Baxter, almost square in the stomach. Danny relished the moment when Ms. Tetzlaff signaled to Baxter that he was out, again. 

Maybe this is how he felt, Danny thought briefly, a rush still surging through him. I think I love it!

The game continued, and despite already having taken out his target, he still felt compelled to bring his best. The field continued to whittle down, the students knocking each other out of the game, and the jocks knocking out anyone but themselves. Before long, they had been whittled down to the point where, save for a straddler or two, there was no one left but the jocks. And now, Danny knew instinctively, it meant that no holds were barred.

The jock was quickly caught off-guard when one of those red dodgeballs whizzed past him, not sure if it was his own reflexes from being a superhero or interference by Rodney that saved him from bring taken out. A renewed ruthlessness grew on the jocks, as the rest of the class watched on from the sidelines. Given their skill, it was less about who to attack, and more on who would make a mistake. A delayed reaction here, a misstep there; all slight breaks from the seemingly orchestrated rhythm that added up to eliminations. Soon, it was down to two, the most flawless players so far: Danny and Kwan. Determined volleys were lobbed from both sides, but it wasn't long until, lining up his next shot, Danny's bicep was in just the wrong place at just the wrong time.

Bonk!

Tweeeet!

"Fenton -- out!" Mrs. Tetzlaff gestured for Danny to head to the sidelines.

"And that makes our winner... Kwan!" the teacher walked over and raised the jock's hand like he just won a boxing match. "Alright," she soon added, putting him down. "Everyone hit the showers."

Before becoming an athletic stud -- as if that was a time that mattered anymore -- Danny would be the last one out of the locker room, meekly waiting until everyone else changed and left to shower and dress himself in privacy. It was a decent enough way to shield himself from ridicule at the hands of the jocks, not to mention cover up any bruises or scars from recent ghost fights. That wasn't the case now, however, as Danny exited the shower with confidence, proudly nude and showing off his flawless, glistening skin. He leisurely strutted back to his locker, not even caring to put on a towel as his thick, eleven-inch monster of a soft cock hung majestically over his built thighs, ready to rise to the occasion to anyone who wanted a piece. (Even though those that did were currently changing in the other locker room.)

On the way down the rows to his own locker, he catches a glimpse of runt Baxter -- albeit maybe too much of one, given he too was in the nude putting on his underwear. Staring down the scrawny build, Danny internally laughed. The once imposing douche now no longer had any definition to speak of. No pecs, no abs, just thin and flat all the way down. One of the other jocks snuck up on him and towel-whipped the pipsqueak, which shocked his cock into a slight erection. Danny glanced down briefly at the sight of the motion but turned back when he saw what it was. Danny had never looked intently, but he had gotten eyefuls of Dash's dick in the past, occasionally by accident and a few times on purpose, when Dash swung his above-average member around in his face to try and assert dominance. Seeing its shrimpy state now, along with the rest of puny Baxter, gave Danny a dark, ironic pleasure. The former Dash Baxter had certainly been emasculated in every possible way. Danny guessed it was at least half of its former size now, his pitiful penis a shower at three inches soft and four hard. 

Admiring your handiwork? Rodney's voice in Danny's head caught him by surprise.

What the fuck, dude?! Danny shot back. How could you sneak up on me within my own head?!

You know, Rodney suggested, If you wanted, I could help give him a little extra pain where it hurts.

His punitive streak spinning up, Danny considered it. What did you have in mind?

One more inch off him, Rodney suggested. Just for a little bit.

I like the way you think, Danny replied smugly.

Unaware of Danny passing by him, Baxter began to feel a tingling in his private area. Caught off guard, he pulled up his underwear, though the sensation stayed. It felt like his cock was shriveling up, almost as if it were wasting from disuse. As the tingling subsided, Baxter was unsure of what happened, though his underpants definitely felt looser than normal. At just two inches soft, Baxter's dick hardly made an impression; and regardless, at that tiny size with diminutive testicles to match, it was practically useless, not that anyone was interested to begin with. Baxter felt more self-conscious over his erectile inadequacy; Danny arrived at his gym locker freshly fed on his continuing streak of vengeance against his former bully. It didn't even really feel right for Danny to call him by his first name anymore.

"Good game, Dash," Kwan stated as he turned around towards his best friend.

"And congratulations, Kwan," Danny replied in kind. "Today was certainly well-fought."

"You said it!" agreed Kwan.

"I think that makes it eight," Danny added, "between us."

"Eight straight games of dodgeball where one of us won," Kwan contextualized. "Are we good or what?"

Chapter 34

After lunch, Danny sauntered into his next class; late as usual, but he had a swagger about him that suggested his unquestionable status. No one cared to notice, and the lesson continued without interruption; the teacher didn't even turn around from the board. Danny caught up quickly and began to follow along, but after about ten minutes or so, he raised his big hand.

"Yes, Mr. Fenton?" the teacher called on his student dryly.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" the jock asked. The awkward intonation was masked by a seemingly natural, if situationally unintentional, air of cool in his voice. Despite being a jock for so long -- so long? -- he had never learned to shake it. It came with the territory of not being 'born into' being a jock, he figured, whenever he worried enough to think about it.

After a pause, the response. "Indeed, Mr. Fenton." Without a further word and despite his short stay, Danny got up from his desk and left the classroom.

The teachers of Casper High School seemed to be relatively forgiving of their star athlete and ace student's apparently weak bladder. Of course, the students didn't necessarily believe that. Sure, he did, legitimately have to go during class sometimes, but most of the time he asked -- at least to their knowledge -- they suspected they knew what he was really doing: sneaking off to have sex with one girl or another. All of the jocks used the trick, admittedly, and it had become something of an open secret and occasional in-joke, but no one did it as often as Danny 'Dash' Fenton, football quarterback and multi-sport captain. It made sense to them, since he was the most physically dashing and socially attractive guy around, but no one knew that there was a third reason Danny asked seemingly all the time: he had ghosts to fight. Of course, nobody knew that, and the sex explanation, while it was becoming surprisingly truer more often, much to Danny's delight, offered inadvertently advantageous and clever cover -- sweet, sweet cover -- for when he had to 'go ghost'. To Danny, it served as an unexpected blessing.

On this occasion, Danny was going to the bathroom to relieve himself -- though, given he had just walked into the girls' bathroom, it was not in the way that the teacher thought he was going to.

"What took you so long?" asked Sam. now dressed up in somewhat more suggestive clothing. Shorter skirts, skimpier straps, and considerable cleavage; if this school had a proper dress code, she was a walking flurry of violations right now.

"Well, I had to at least try to be in class first," Danny explained. "In order for it to work, it has to look natural."

"Well, is this natural enough for you?" Sam teased before flashing her tits at Danny. It was enough for the bulge in Danny's pants to begin to swell.

"Come over here," Danny invited slyly.

Sam complied, sauntering over as Danny took off his jacket. Quickly getting handsy, Sam slid her arm up Danny's tight shirt, copping an ample feel of his thick pectorals, her other arm gripping his firm bicep. But as Danny got into the mood, Sam's face changed as if to suggest she was getting out of it.

"That's weird... Danny, are you alright?" the goth asked. "You're so... warm."

"Don't you remember?" Danny replied. "All the body heat from the muscles kinda cancels out the cold from my core."

It took a moment, but it seemed to click for Sam, the explanation subtly papering over Danny's wish for normality. "Oh, right... that warmth was so reassuring to you."

"You're plenty warm right now yourself," Danny added. "Or rather..." Danny began to peel Sam's top off of her. "Hot."

Sam giggled as she started to slide his jacket off. Danny just seemed to have a knack for making her feel good.

As the passion and tension intensified in the bathroom, the two friends-with-benefits quickly disrobed, and before long, the pair were in the nude, admiring each other's bodies. Sam got a long, lusty look at Danny's rippling, hunky body, the bright lighting displaying the jock's meaty arms, thick, prominent chest, chiseled abs, sturdy legs, and big, girthy, sixteen-inch hard-on in stunning detail. Likewise, Danny drank in an arousing eyeful of Sam's surprisingly curvaceous figure; she had filled out with shapely hips and a sizable set of breasts that weren't too busty, but noticeably considerable against her more slender waistline.

The pair stepped forward and could hardly keep themselves from getting wrapped up in a passionate makeout. The two simply couldn't resist each other. Sam thought Danny was the hottest guy in the world, and Danny looked at Sam like she was the hottest girl in the world (or maybe he gave that look a lot; she didn't care to know, as he always made her feel special).

The two had only broken their kiss for a moment before Danny started to slide his cock into Sam's waiting, wanting pussy. He had barely even put the tip in and she was already dripping wet down there, her juices leaking down his shaft as Sam curled herself into their embrace. Desperate to sate her need, Sam started riding him, sliding her moist folds up and down his girthy length. Before too long, however, Danny's own huge hands gripped onto her waist, slowly guiding her up and down his shaft. Sam moaned as the more tender motion brought her to orgasm, the moist release slicking up his cock.

"Ohhh, how do you do that?!" Sam begged lustily.

"All you need to know is I can do it again," replied Danny.

Danny sped up, Sam's ejaculate lubricating the ride as Danny started to leak his own precum. The goth moaned as his thrusts picked up, feeling the thick girth pumping in and out of her.

"Ungh... Sam..." Danny signaled.

"Yes... please!" Sam urged.

Without a further thought, Danny pushed in for one last thrust and finally came, sending his thick, potent stud seed straight into her. The force of even the first shot of Danny's jock jizz was enough to make Sam climax again, orgasming for a second time.

"Ahh! Don't stop," Sam squeaked out, even though their bodies were as still as the bathroom, only Danny's spunk filling her. It seemed to be forever until Danny stopped cumming, and Sam seemed hardly able to feel Danny's softening shaft leaving her. As he did, Sam pulled Danny into a deep, passionate kiss, trying to share the way he made her feel. Danny tightened his muscular caress if only for a moment. Sam saw Danny's warm face as he broke the kiss and helped her down, his thick cum leaking from her somewhat distended midsection. Clearly, the two were left deeply satisfied.

As their afterglow faded, the two began to reach for their things, but their attention turned when they heard the bathroom door open.

It could have been anyone entering the room, but the two noticed that it was Star, one of the cheerleaders. The first thing she noticed, of course, was Danny Fenton, his naked, muscular body, and his thick, soft cock, still dripping with a little cum from plowing Sam.  

"Hey there, big boy..." the A-lister cooed, nearing Danny. "What are you doing in here?"

Star grabbed the soft flesh of Danny's cock, still hurting from just cumming. Star still had a lusty look in her eyes, however, and when she looked up at him, it would become one he would come to share...

Chapter 35

Danny's brief refractory period soon subsided, and Danny was ready to service their desires again. This time, he had two sets of hands jacking him off: on one side, Sam, the recipient of his latest sexual conquest, and on the other, Star, eager to taste a load of Danny's cum for herself. The studly jock adopted a laidback position, putting his arms behind him as the two ladies stroked his girth. A cocky, satisfied grin grew across his face as he watched them service him; their hungry stares told him everything he wanted to know about their lusts run amok. Before long, Danny's girth started to leak precum again, and Star took surprising initiative by licking the head of his cock, lapping up the juice. Danny tried to stifle a moan, but Star stopped for a moment.

"Come on, Dash... I wanna hear it."

Star began to outright suck on the first couple inches of his massive erection, while she and Sam continued to stroke the rest. Encouraged, Danny let out a louder, lustier moan as the two ladies serviced her.

"Fuck, you're both... so good..." Danny uttered. "I might..."

"I think she wants it bad enough that it doesn't matter," Sam added.

Danny moaned again as the hormones built up inside of him.

A few minutes later, Danny felt his balls tense as he was about to climax. Without warning, he grabbed Star's head and shoved her several more inches down his cock, as he ejaculated his thick, creamy load into her mouth and down her throat. The display of power was enough to get Sam's mind racing, and before she even knew it, she had reached an orgasm of her own, leaking down her panties.

"Fuck, how did you do that?" Sam asked to herself.

Danny was more surprised that Star was swallowing his entire load, which, even though he had just screwed Sam earlier, was still considerable.

As Danny finally finished cumming, he slowly slid his dick out of Star's mouth. The moist, flaccid shaft made a thick-sounding slap as it fell down his thigh.

"Ohhh, that was good..." Danny replied.

"I think I need some new panties," Sam added.

With a final gulp, Star concurred. "You're delicious, Danny."

"I try," Danny joked, feigning humility.

"Unfff... fuck Danny, how are you so hot?" Sam moaned. "My pussy is still so wet just looking at you. So hungry... so needy..."

Danny seeing Sam so weak in the knees around him was enough to arouse his libido again, but his spent cock wouldn't budge.

"I don't know if I can do another one right now, Sam," admitted Danny, proceeding to grope his balls. "But these guys will be working all day to make something nice just for you."

Star was content with the load that filled her stomach, but Danny's offer reignited a lust in her eyes.

"I hope this is alright," the jock continued, his hand up as he wiggled his fingers.

"Anything, please," Sam pleaded, almost begging.

Danny obliged, and placed his hand on Sam's thigh, tapping a trail up to where her hand was massaging her still-moist vagina. Pulling her hand away, Danny began to rub one of his hefty digits across her 'lower lips', eliciting an uncontrollable moan. Danny looked up at her, determination on his face, eager to satisfy her desire.

A while later, Danny finally exited the bathroom; he was a little sweaty, surprisingly, but he was relaxed and, besides his clothes again, was wearing a smug, cocksure grin he couldn't seem to wipe off his face these days -- and increasingly, didn't want to. Leaning against the wall outside, he took a moment to sniff his hand, its surface still lingering with the scent of Sam's juices. There was something of a high that seemed to stick with him after his sexual encounter, and now he wanted to keep the good mood going. The sheer power his dick seemed to contain, and the sexual sway both it (and he) had over the girls of Casper High was making him giddy. Even soft and awkwardly tucked into his pants, his eleven imposing inches were a welcome reminder of the raw power he possessed.

Before Danny could admire himself much further, the bell rang, signaling class was over. As members of the unassuming student body filled the halls, Danny, naturally, joined them. His frame and his jacket stuck out among the crowd. However, that wasn't a bad thing, which was something he wouldn't be able to say if he were more like any of the people he was passing in the halls. For one, Danny's sheer size -- his massive musculature gave him immense strength and power. It fit him quite well, given he was the school's star quarterback, not to mention, as his brain reminded him, captain of a number of other teams. While his physique intimidated just about anyone on the teams Casper High opposed, his talent for strategy and playmaking was what really made him such an asset wherever he competed. He had to admit though, that football was his favorite; somewhere where brawny physiques and tactical cleverness seemed to shine in equal measure. For a brief moment, Danny pondered just how much he had taken on from his old foe, 'Baxter'. But what did that matter anyway? That chump was someone who no longer deserved to be referred to by anything but their surname. He could blend into the crowd, for all Danny cared. As much as it wasn't exactly the case, Danny felt like he was born for this, born to be in this life, this body, right now. It just took a little effort to get there.

Danny was only a few corners away from his next class before he spotted someone in the distance who stood out just as much as he did -- another jock, the pride of Casper High. And who better was it for Danny to see than his beefy best bud, Kwan.

"Dash!" greeted Danny's sizable teammate.

"Hey, Kwan!" Danny responded in kind. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," replied Kwan. "You look like you've been relaxing too."

"I mean, if you were where I've just been for the past half-hour, you'd feel chilled-out too."

Danny and Kwan shared a knowing look.

"You can tell me all about it at practice," Kwan stated. "Coach has just put in after-school sessions for today and tomorrow."

"Dang," Danny replied. "Coach will have us all tired out before the whistle even blows!"

"Hey, Coach really wants this win."

"...Sometimes it's like he doesn't trust me," Danny jokingly quipped.

"Even you could use some practice."

"What are you talking about?" Danny joked. "I just got some."

"At least he's not trying to put us on a 'no sex before the game' ban -- now that I don't think I could handle."

"You'd cream your cup before you even position for kickoff."

"Me? You probably wouldn't even make it out of the locker room!"

"Well I know I'd prefer faps over laps."

The two jocks let out hearty laughs. It didn't sound much like the dumb, empty guffaw he tended to imagine (and was perfectly capable of).

"Alright, I think it's time we get going. See you at practice!"

"You know I'll be there," Danny replied as they parted ways. He left out the 'ghosts permitting' that hampered everything he did. There were a few times he was late to practice, even considerably, but he usually managed to cobble together some story about how he was 'caught up' in the bathroom and the girls couldn't leave him alone, and it worked every time.

The thought of a throng of girls unable to keep their hands off his big, meaty body was enough to give Danny a hard-on in his jeans again. His pinned-down penis snaked down the length of his thigh, and the sixteen-inch girth made a thick, obvious bulge that would catch the eye of anyone who dared look down.

As much as Danny could have been annoyed at the inconvenience, he wasn't, and instead, Danny happily took his enormous endowment with him as he headed into his next class. It's not like anyone who would have wanted to see it hadn't had a chance yet anyway.