A wonderful story that is a project of both myself and darkluster4 (DeviantArt, Twitter), who has been a longtime inspiration of mine. I'm super happy to be working with him, and on such a super-hot story no less. I hope you all enjoy reading this as we have writing it!
Chapter 1
Danny Fenton crashed on his bed, almost praying to just go to sleep. This Thursday had been a rough day for him; between another pummeling from jerk jock Dash Baxter to a hard-fought battle as his hero identity, Danny Phantom. Life as both a half-ghost hero and a horribly average high school student was often tough, but today was especially draining. Danny stared at the ceiling and sighed.“Today just sucked,” Danny lamented. “First Dash, then I get a C-minus on that test, and finally that attack from the Box Ghost?”
Danny thought back to earlier, back when twilight was settling over Amity Park. The air rumbled from a plasma blast as Danny slammed into the brick wall of an alley.
“Ughhh…” Danny groaned.
“You need to focus, Danny!” called out a girl from the down ally dressed in gothic fashion.
“I’m trying Sam!” Danny insisted, picking himself up and shaking himself off. “I’ve had a crummy day. I can’t believe that I studied hard for that test and still got a C-minus!” Danny redirected his growing ire into a blast at the Box Ghost.
“I thought it was easy,” replied a black kid standing next to Sam, glued to his PDA.
“Of course it was for you, Tucker,” Danny insisted. “You ace these things. I went into that test and it’s like everything I studied flew out of my head.”
“Maybe I could send you my notes,” Tucker offered.
“Your notes are confusing to follow -- ” Danny didn’t finish that sentence as he tried to avoid a blast from the Box Ghost.
“Your sad life has little meaning against I, the BOX GHOST! Beware!" the oafish ghost shouted as he dove behind a dumpster to avoid Danny's ecto beam.
"It doesn’t help that I have my own 200-pound personal jock on my back all the time..." Danny continued, his conversation turning into a vent as he chased the Box Ghost out of hiding. "Why can’t he just get off my case?!" Danny growled, grabbing his opponent.
"BEWARE!!"
"Shut up!" Danny punched the ghost in the face. "I'm sick of the swirlies! The wedgies! The nuclear noogies! The pushing and shoving!"
"Uh, Danny?" Tucker piped up.
"Getting food shoved in my face! Eating dirt!"
"Danny!" Sam tried to get his attention.
"Being called FEN-TURD! AND -- !"
"DANNY!!" Both friends yelled, snapping the kid out of his rage.
"What?..." He looked down to see the Box Ghost pummeled in his grasp. The annoying oaf had inadvertently served as the punching bag for all Danny's pent-up frustration; he was covered in bruises and injuries.
"Be-be-beware..." The ghost mumbled, trailing off. Danny let him go, and backed away in shock.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper." Shock and fear spreading over Danny's face.
"Danny... It's okay." Sam reached out to her friend, but he shoved her away.
"No! It's not okay! What if that had been someone else, alive, or one of you!? I- I need to be alone for a while..." Before either of them could convince Danny otherwise, he had flown off into the night.
How he left the Box Ghost earlier, and his complete lack of self-control during his earlier anger, had only made him feel worse about himself.
“And I haven’t even done my homework…” Danny rolled over. “Ugh, I just want to sleep…”
Danny closed his eyes, in hopes of bringing on his dreams, but after a few minutes with his eyes closed, he was still just as awake as ever. Opening his eyes again and rolling back onto his backside, Danny groaned in despair.
Danny’s thoughts floated back to Dash’s torment earlier in the day. “Why does Dash always dump everything out on me?” he asked his ceiling to no response. “He should have everything. He’s the top jock, he’s muscular, he probably could have any cheerleader he wants…”
Danny paused for a moment.
“But he’s still such a jerk!” he complained, raising his arm and backhanding his pillow beside him almost angrily. He sighed again."Sometimes..."
"Sometimes... I wish our lives were switched, with Dash being the dweeb, and I was a huge jock."
Danny glanced out the window, noticing a deep fog starting to roll in. It was haunting how the mist swirled and flowed between the buildings, and kind of relaxing. He sighed.
“...But then I remember that I have ghost powers,” Danny continues. “And good friends. And sometimes, that’s enough. It may not be the coolest thing ever, but I still have nice things in my life.”
“I’m just… so tired of all of this…” he muttered.
After a few more minutes of lying down, Danny yawns, and he welcomes it with relief. Sleep is finally coming for him.
Or at least so he believed; he could barely see a breath of blue escape from him as he closed his eyes. Danny noticed the bad sign, but he was struggling to jolt himself awake. He managed to open his eyes again, looking around his room to see if anyone had intruded. Seeing nothing, he couldn’t fight the tiredness setting in for long. As sparkles began to appear in the room, Danny began to feel a tightness in his back. It felt like he was melting into a puddle of jello in his tiredness, the bed somehow acting as the bowl -- or at least that’s how Danny felt it. He was half-asleep. He closed his eyes, and the last thing he felt was the feeling spreading towards his chest…
In his sleep, Danny embarks on a series of strange dreams. His first begins as he feels his jello thought takes shape in his mind; a green, gelatinous, Danny-shaped blob floating in an approximation of space. It was nowhere as beautiful or as captivating as Danny would find the real thing; it was more akin to round white stars on a dark, navy-colored background, repeating randomly through infinity. Danny couldn’t see planets or comets, just weird stars and a weird sky as his subconscious tried to imitate The Final Frontier. Danny, lying down in the same manner as he was in bed, tried to move in his dream. He tried to move forward, but found it a challenge; his midsection sort of vibrated back and forth. He put a little more push into sliding backward, and he started to move; his arms and legs stretching out into a bit of a trail but wobbling behind him. After a few tries, he found out that moving was some kind of mix between a rubber band and a comet. In a defiance of physics, he also managed to move both straight up and straight down; the former pulling at his back, and the latter pulling at his chest. Danny’s frame was shifting in his bed, growing taller and wider, his back stretching out, gaining definition, and his shoulders pulling apart. His chest was beginning to rise from his body, forming into a pair of perfect pecs; appearing pillowy but actually harboring dense, thick muscle. After a while in this dream, his presence in the faux-outer-space fades away, and Danny is dreaming of nothing for a brief moment.
His next dream begins with him standing in the basement of Fenton Works, around a variety of strange machines -- though none like the ghost portal that gave him his powers. Walking around this unfamiliar place, Danny wondered what each of the machines did. There were no instructions, no manuals, no conveniently-placed parents to explain how these contraptions were going to catch ghosts. Working his way through, he noticed yet more machines, but the space was getting tighter. Not looking to get stuck in the basement, he tried to turn back around, but accidentally pressed a button on the machine that was to his right as he was turning around. As he heard the machine fire up, he tried to figure out where it was coming from, but he had no chance to think of anything in time; it was only about a second before his eyes were blinded by a flash of ghostly green. Danny yelped at the momentary flood of his field of view, but he noticed that his hands and arms were coated in the same shade of green. Surprised and worried, Danny tried to find his way out, hoping his knowledge of the actual basement would help him in his dream. As he continues his search, he feels his arms begin to bubble, equal parts effervescent and sludgy. Fearful that this unusual device was destroying his ghost half, Danny’s search gained a panicked fervor. Even though they looked the same to him, Danny felt like his arms were getting heavier and harder to move; as though his arms were swelling to impressive new proportions, as biceps and triceps formed and grew. Eventually, Danny finally found the door he was looking for; however, after his battle to open it proved a success, it plunged him back into darkness.
When Danny could find his bearings again -- or any bearings at all -- he found himself above the rooftops of the Amity Park skyline. Checking himself, he was Danny Phantom in this dream, and that meant there was trouble around. Looking around to find his foe, he didn’t see anything in the sky, and everything was quiet, until -- blam! -- Danny was stung in the back by an ecto blast. He tried to figure out where it was coming from, but then -- wham! -- another one struck his right leg from a completely different direction. A few more blasts hit him from all different angles, contorting Danny into odd positions as he took the impacts. Then, a dark shadow rose into view. Danny sensed it was ghostly, but he couldn’t see any details, despite the bright lights on the ground below. It seemed like a giant dark blob that looked vaguely humanoid. After a few tense moments of pause, the mystery attacker put his hands together and fired a giant blast of ectoplasm, sending Danny flying backwards with its power. The impact seemed to be burning into his stomach and lingering for far too long; but eventually, the blast finally faded. Looking for a retreat to regroup -- or even figure out who that shadowy figure was -- Danny tried flying down into the streets to find a place to hide. Instead of pavement and alleys, however, all Danny found was he was falling back into darkness.
Suddenly, Danny found himself landing on an operating table, with a thwack he somehow felt. He was still in ghost form, and he found his midsection bound to the table. Danny struggled to slip out, but it was proving a challenge. Two representatives of the Guys in White stepped out of the shadows, and Danny thought he saw the ghost he was just fighting before; though he was still in silhouette.
“Don’t worry,” replied Danny’s mother, stepping into view but not recognizing her son as the ghost, “This won’t hurt a bit.”
Opening up from slots in the sides were clear enclosures which encased Danny’s legs, though they looked like they were made for someone much bigger than he was. A spigot of forest green slop sprayed inside the leg housing, coating it in a color near barf, though the intended target was Danny’s legs, which it coated as well. His will was undeterred, however, as he tried to kick the casings off of him. One of the Guys in White frowned as the application continued, and motioned to the other something Danny didn’t understand. Danny’s legs started to feel like they were swelling, and he found it harder to focus, as if he was going under anesthetic. Danny did what little he could still manage, but soon, the tiredness on the table overcame him.
He regained his senses in a field of roses under a purplish-red sunset. Danny was back in human form, and the effects of the last dream seemed to not impact this one. He wondered what landed him here, before he saw someone he knew in the distance. Paulina was among the most popular girls in school. She was eye-candy for just about every boy. While she had a crush on Danny Phantom, his human side never had a chance with her. But now, all that was irrelevant. Right now, Paulina was approaching Danny Fenton, of all people. He couldn’t believe his luck. She arrived within just feet of him.
“Hi Danny…” Paulina said with her elegant accent, she even knew his name. “Come here…”
Unwilling to deny the opportunity, Danny came closer, and soon found himself in the lady’s embrace, and then, a kiss. During their passionate pash, Danny noticed that Paulina’s hands crept particularly low on Danny’s back, but he thought nothing of it; Paulina broke the kiss, and Danny let her take the lead as she kissed her way down to his groin.
“Oh, you want to see what’s in there?” Danny asked, his cock beginning to stir in anticipation of what might come. It was turning into something of a wet dream, as Danny’s cock was hardening in his pajamas -- and growing, beginning to snake down his leg. As dream-Danny opened up his pants to let Paulina in, the real Danny started waking up.
“Aww, man! That was such a hot dream!” Danny complained, his eyes open but his mind still half-asleep, hoping to still hold on to Paulina giving him a blowjob. As he gained more awareness of the environment around him, he noticed that things were very different. He wasn’t in the same room as when he went to bed last night. Sitting up, he wasn’t looking at the same walls as before he went to bed-- these were littered with sports equipment and football posters.
“Where am I?” Danny asked, scratching his head. Danny looked down and noticed something else was very different. “What the...?”
Danny's head was connected to an amazing new body. The first thing he noticed as he lay there in confusion was the arm he was using to scratch his head. It was big; bigger and beefier than any arm he’d seen before, with deep shadowy cuts, and even a vein running down his massive bicep. Staring at it, Danny could have sworn that the bicep alone was bigger than his head! His eyes moved down his long powerful arm to the wide veiny muscles that fanned out into his forearm. Every move of his hand causing hundreds of different muscles to twitch and adjust; each one visible in stark relief.
Reaching over with his other arm, he began to rub the bulging bicep, and the huge horseshoe-shaped triceps behind it in disbelief. Even reaching up to feel the boulder-sized deltoid capping his shoulder, all three heads seemingly fighting for space under his skin. It felt hard, and as solid as a rock, even when he squeezed with his mighty fist. At first, Danny found it difficult for his arms to reach each other, as if two large masses were getting in the way, and trying to keep him from reaching properly. The momentary hitch proved distracting from his amazement, but Danny came up with a solution, almost instinctively. He stretched his arms out a bit -- showing off even more of his amazing muscles -- and found it easier to move them. Sometimes I’ve got to do that, Danny thought, a notion that felt both familiar and foreign at the same time.
Danny pulled the covers off his naked torso, and gasped in disbelief. Hindering his view of everything below his chest was a pair of meaty, beefy pecs. They looked ripped and striated, with a deep crevice tightly packed between them. Impulsively, he bounces one of them, almost as if it was a natural habit. He tried to look down further, towards his almost Herculean torso; past his twin peaks of massive chest muscles. It was a struggle for Danny to peer over his pecs, but after some effort, he began to see the lowest set of his abdominals. Through this attempted exercise in flexibility, he could feel huge muscles all over his body crunching and flexing, especially on his stomach. He didn’t see much, but what he did see was incentive for Danny to get out of bed and take in all of his new body.
Despite the limiting of his downward field of vision from his thick chest, wide shoulders, and looming traps, Danny manages to check out his legs. Each one looks bigger than a tree trunk, and as if they were carved by a master artisan. They are definitely ripped, and there appeared to be almost zero fat underneath the tight skin stretched over his bulging thighs and large, football-sized calves. He reaches down to feel one of them, to rub his hand over the powerful muscles, and ends up having to get halfway towards a squat to finally get there. He feels the sides of his thighs, in awe at their sheer power. His mobility is limited from going much further, so he gets back up. Upon doing so, Danny notices that he can no longer rest his arms straight down next to his sides, but rather Danny is forced to stand with them slightly akimbo. Funnily enough, the new positioning felt more natural to him than the conscious attempts he took to try and straighten his arms after discovering that fact. It was just one of the ‘side effects’ to being so buff, Danny’s brain figured, though elsewhere inside he wondered what part of him thought that.
Looking around the alien room, Danny finally spots a large mirror above the dresser, and rushes over to it to get a better look. He was not expecting how powerful his legs were though, and Danny nearly slams into the mirror because of it; he’s only saved by his hands reaching out and keeping him inches from smashing his face. Pushing himself back off, he's able to see just what his midsection looks like, and all the mysteries lying below his big chest.
The first thing he sees is his stomach; now chiseled into a tight, perfect eight-pack, leading down into a breathtaking Adonis belt. He reaches down to feel his washboard stomach, only to have his attention drawn away towards a new muscle he’d have to negotiate with. For the first time, he notices his wide lats, and checking them out, he flexes them for the first time. Together they not only give him a broad V taper, but make his torso look like the head of a cobra. Danny starts moving his arms around, examining how these wings wrap up into his deep armpits.
Twisting further to examine his body, he finally notices his powerful round rump jutting out in contrast to his over-sized chest. Each globe looked full and perky, and when he reached down to see if they were real, they felt just as solid as carved stone. While standing in this position, Danny notices the strange boxers that he's wearing, and, even more so, how tight they are over what could probably be his greatest asset!
He admitted he was avoiding looking at it, but he could no longer deny it. Having felt up his massive new muscles, the sensation over his tight skin had drawn a moan from his lips, and awakened a beast. Compared to this monster, Danny lost all interest in the rest of his body. He didn't notice the thick traps wrapped around his bull neck, or the broad, boulder shoulders framing his head on either side. No, all he could see now, and all he cared about right now, was the python shifting around inside his boxers. It was possibly the biggest cock Danny had seen in his life. Admittedly, he mostly only saw his own, but based on the obscene bulge it was producing, it was probably the biggest cock anyone would have ever seen.
Reaching down with one large hand, Danny was amazed that he could only fit a single avocado-sized nut in his open hand, and couldn’t even wrap his other hand all the way around his soda can-thick beast! Both felt so heavy, even with his abundant strength, and just this brief touch was already causing this monster to react. Growing even larger in his grasp, Danny watched as the powerful tool began to tent his shorts, the pleasure and stimulations already causing him to moan and buck slightly. Danny was not used to this unbelievable sensation, and if he wasn’t careful, he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it last.
Danny wondered what to do about his burgeoning erection. He wanted to see what his new unbelievable length could do, but the question was how best to enjoy it? He considered just whacking off, but that seemed to be boring. Then he thought about the possibility of taking a shower, and killing two birds at the same time. As he pondered this, he absent mindedly started rubbing one of his big meaty pecs, brush a taut nipple, and causing his staff to twitch. A wolfish grin spreads over his strong powerful face, revealing his stunning white teeth. He then knew how he wanted to enjoy himself. However, he was worried he wouldn’t have the time. After a few minutes of fighting in his head about his other head, Danny decided against it, and went to start his day by taking a shower.
Taking his hand away from his pec, he began to move towards the door, but passing the mirror again, he’s distracted by the mesmerizing, fluid motion of his new body. Standing in front of the mirror, he briefly eyed himself before starting to flex. His moves are awkward at first, but he quickly gains confidence, as if his body remembers doing this sort of thing before. First Danny does one he knows, a double front bicep pose. He watched his twin peaks rise on either side of his head, forcing his traps and delts to press against his thick neck, and making his biceps pop in contrast. His lats seemed to rise even higher, and flare even wider as his arms were raised. Instinctively, he smiles at himself in the mirror, lighting up his perfectly sculpted face and stylish, lush bed head of hair. Each peak swelled, stretching the tight skin over their solid mass, his forearms bulging to the point of touching. He flexed his arms a few times, causing them to pump even larger with blood as he crunches them, becoming covered in thick veins. The exhilaration of watching his muscles swell, and the deepening cuts of his physique were causing his dick to pump even bigger. He knew what to do next.
He wanted to touch it, to rub it, but instead, he kept posing, just to see how far he could go. Moving into his next pose, he could really see how mighty his meat was. Taking a side tricep pose, he could see in the mirror that his pecs where deep enough that he could easily do that bubble tea challenge. And his dick bulged out in front of him obscenely. Leaning back to show off the natural curve of his back and better show off the swell of his powerful glutes, and to make his bulging triceps pop! The fabric of his boxers was clearly straining now from his need, and the view caused him to give an involuntary thrust of his hips. With that the button popped, and released his beast!
Fluidly he moved into the next pose, lowering his arms and placing his hands on his hips for a breathtaking front lat spread, causing his dick to bounce in front of him. His lats and shoulders exploded out to the sides, stretching his chest wide, pushing his arms further out, and making his waist look even tighter. He could feel the muscle groups fighting for space as he struggled to keep his fists pressed to his hips, and every muscle in his torso flexed like a greek sculpture. The pose created several hard lines, all leading to one spot: his bulging, leaking crotch.
It all proved to be too much for him. He could feel every muscle begin to involuntarily flex, his ass in particular clenching tight enough to crush walnuts, all focusing towards his groin! His balls seized up, his rod bulged even bigger in front of him, and he began bucking his hips while still holding his lat spread pose! Letting out a roar, his cannon began firing!
“I thought it was easy,” replied a black kid standing next to Sam, glued to his PDA.
“Of course it was for you, Tucker,” Danny insisted. “You ace these things. I went into that test and it’s like everything I studied flew out of my head.”
“Maybe I could send you my notes,” Tucker offered.
“Your notes are confusing to follow -- ” Danny didn’t finish that sentence as he tried to avoid a blast from the Box Ghost.
“Your sad life has little meaning against I, the BOX GHOST! Beware!" the oafish ghost shouted as he dove behind a dumpster to avoid Danny's ecto beam.
"It doesn’t help that I have my own 200-pound personal jock on my back all the time..." Danny continued, his conversation turning into a vent as he chased the Box Ghost out of hiding. "Why can’t he just get off my case?!" Danny growled, grabbing his opponent.
"BEWARE!!"
"Shut up!" Danny punched the ghost in the face. "I'm sick of the swirlies! The wedgies! The nuclear noogies! The pushing and shoving!"
"Uh, Danny?" Tucker piped up.
"Getting food shoved in my face! Eating dirt!"
"Danny!" Sam tried to get his attention.
"Being called FEN-TURD! AND -- !"
"DANNY!!" Both friends yelled, snapping the kid out of his rage.
"What?..." He looked down to see the Box Ghost pummeled in his grasp. The annoying oaf had inadvertently served as the punching bag for all Danny's pent-up frustration; he was covered in bruises and injuries.
"Be-be-beware..." The ghost mumbled, trailing off. Danny let him go, and backed away in shock.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper." Shock and fear spreading over Danny's face.
"Danny... It's okay." Sam reached out to her friend, but he shoved her away.
"No! It's not okay! What if that had been someone else, alive, or one of you!? I- I need to be alone for a while..." Before either of them could convince Danny otherwise, he had flown off into the night.
How he left the Box Ghost earlier, and his complete lack of self-control during his earlier anger, had only made him feel worse about himself.
“And I haven’t even done my homework…” Danny rolled over. “Ugh, I just want to sleep…”
Danny closed his eyes, in hopes of bringing on his dreams, but after a few minutes with his eyes closed, he was still just as awake as ever. Opening his eyes again and rolling back onto his backside, Danny groaned in despair.
Danny’s thoughts floated back to Dash’s torment earlier in the day. “Why does Dash always dump everything out on me?” he asked his ceiling to no response. “He should have everything. He’s the top jock, he’s muscular, he probably could have any cheerleader he wants…”
Danny paused for a moment.
“But he’s still such a jerk!” he complained, raising his arm and backhanding his pillow beside him almost angrily. He sighed again."Sometimes..."
"Sometimes... I wish our lives were switched, with Dash being the dweeb, and I was a huge jock."
Danny glanced out the window, noticing a deep fog starting to roll in. It was haunting how the mist swirled and flowed between the buildings, and kind of relaxing. He sighed.
“...But then I remember that I have ghost powers,” Danny continues. “And good friends. And sometimes, that’s enough. It may not be the coolest thing ever, but I still have nice things in my life.”
“I’m just… so tired of all of this…” he muttered.
After a few more minutes of lying down, Danny yawns, and he welcomes it with relief. Sleep is finally coming for him.
Or at least so he believed; he could barely see a breath of blue escape from him as he closed his eyes. Danny noticed the bad sign, but he was struggling to jolt himself awake. He managed to open his eyes again, looking around his room to see if anyone had intruded. Seeing nothing, he couldn’t fight the tiredness setting in for long. As sparkles began to appear in the room, Danny began to feel a tightness in his back. It felt like he was melting into a puddle of jello in his tiredness, the bed somehow acting as the bowl -- or at least that’s how Danny felt it. He was half-asleep. He closed his eyes, and the last thing he felt was the feeling spreading towards his chest…
In his sleep, Danny embarks on a series of strange dreams. His first begins as he feels his jello thought takes shape in his mind; a green, gelatinous, Danny-shaped blob floating in an approximation of space. It was nowhere as beautiful or as captivating as Danny would find the real thing; it was more akin to round white stars on a dark, navy-colored background, repeating randomly through infinity. Danny couldn’t see planets or comets, just weird stars and a weird sky as his subconscious tried to imitate The Final Frontier. Danny, lying down in the same manner as he was in bed, tried to move in his dream. He tried to move forward, but found it a challenge; his midsection sort of vibrated back and forth. He put a little more push into sliding backward, and he started to move; his arms and legs stretching out into a bit of a trail but wobbling behind him. After a few tries, he found out that moving was some kind of mix between a rubber band and a comet. In a defiance of physics, he also managed to move both straight up and straight down; the former pulling at his back, and the latter pulling at his chest. Danny’s frame was shifting in his bed, growing taller and wider, his back stretching out, gaining definition, and his shoulders pulling apart. His chest was beginning to rise from his body, forming into a pair of perfect pecs; appearing pillowy but actually harboring dense, thick muscle. After a while in this dream, his presence in the faux-outer-space fades away, and Danny is dreaming of nothing for a brief moment.
His next dream begins with him standing in the basement of Fenton Works, around a variety of strange machines -- though none like the ghost portal that gave him his powers. Walking around this unfamiliar place, Danny wondered what each of the machines did. There were no instructions, no manuals, no conveniently-placed parents to explain how these contraptions were going to catch ghosts. Working his way through, he noticed yet more machines, but the space was getting tighter. Not looking to get stuck in the basement, he tried to turn back around, but accidentally pressed a button on the machine that was to his right as he was turning around. As he heard the machine fire up, he tried to figure out where it was coming from, but he had no chance to think of anything in time; it was only about a second before his eyes were blinded by a flash of ghostly green. Danny yelped at the momentary flood of his field of view, but he noticed that his hands and arms were coated in the same shade of green. Surprised and worried, Danny tried to find his way out, hoping his knowledge of the actual basement would help him in his dream. As he continues his search, he feels his arms begin to bubble, equal parts effervescent and sludgy. Fearful that this unusual device was destroying his ghost half, Danny’s search gained a panicked fervor. Even though they looked the same to him, Danny felt like his arms were getting heavier and harder to move; as though his arms were swelling to impressive new proportions, as biceps and triceps formed and grew. Eventually, Danny finally found the door he was looking for; however, after his battle to open it proved a success, it plunged him back into darkness.
When Danny could find his bearings again -- or any bearings at all -- he found himself above the rooftops of the Amity Park skyline. Checking himself, he was Danny Phantom in this dream, and that meant there was trouble around. Looking around to find his foe, he didn’t see anything in the sky, and everything was quiet, until -- blam! -- Danny was stung in the back by an ecto blast. He tried to figure out where it was coming from, but then -- wham! -- another one struck his right leg from a completely different direction. A few more blasts hit him from all different angles, contorting Danny into odd positions as he took the impacts. Then, a dark shadow rose into view. Danny sensed it was ghostly, but he couldn’t see any details, despite the bright lights on the ground below. It seemed like a giant dark blob that looked vaguely humanoid. After a few tense moments of pause, the mystery attacker put his hands together and fired a giant blast of ectoplasm, sending Danny flying backwards with its power. The impact seemed to be burning into his stomach and lingering for far too long; but eventually, the blast finally faded. Looking for a retreat to regroup -- or even figure out who that shadowy figure was -- Danny tried flying down into the streets to find a place to hide. Instead of pavement and alleys, however, all Danny found was he was falling back into darkness.
Suddenly, Danny found himself landing on an operating table, with a thwack he somehow felt. He was still in ghost form, and he found his midsection bound to the table. Danny struggled to slip out, but it was proving a challenge. Two representatives of the Guys in White stepped out of the shadows, and Danny thought he saw the ghost he was just fighting before; though he was still in silhouette.
“Don’t worry,” replied Danny’s mother, stepping into view but not recognizing her son as the ghost, “This won’t hurt a bit.”
Opening up from slots in the sides were clear enclosures which encased Danny’s legs, though they looked like they were made for someone much bigger than he was. A spigot of forest green slop sprayed inside the leg housing, coating it in a color near barf, though the intended target was Danny’s legs, which it coated as well. His will was undeterred, however, as he tried to kick the casings off of him. One of the Guys in White frowned as the application continued, and motioned to the other something Danny didn’t understand. Danny’s legs started to feel like they were swelling, and he found it harder to focus, as if he was going under anesthetic. Danny did what little he could still manage, but soon, the tiredness on the table overcame him.
He regained his senses in a field of roses under a purplish-red sunset. Danny was back in human form, and the effects of the last dream seemed to not impact this one. He wondered what landed him here, before he saw someone he knew in the distance. Paulina was among the most popular girls in school. She was eye-candy for just about every boy. While she had a crush on Danny Phantom, his human side never had a chance with her. But now, all that was irrelevant. Right now, Paulina was approaching Danny Fenton, of all people. He couldn’t believe his luck. She arrived within just feet of him.
“Hi Danny…” Paulina said with her elegant accent, she even knew his name. “Come here…”
Unwilling to deny the opportunity, Danny came closer, and soon found himself in the lady’s embrace, and then, a kiss. During their passionate pash, Danny noticed that Paulina’s hands crept particularly low on Danny’s back, but he thought nothing of it; Paulina broke the kiss, and Danny let her take the lead as she kissed her way down to his groin.
“Oh, you want to see what’s in there?” Danny asked, his cock beginning to stir in anticipation of what might come. It was turning into something of a wet dream, as Danny’s cock was hardening in his pajamas -- and growing, beginning to snake down his leg. As dream-Danny opened up his pants to let Paulina in, the real Danny started waking up.
“Aww, man! That was such a hot dream!” Danny complained, his eyes open but his mind still half-asleep, hoping to still hold on to Paulina giving him a blowjob. As he gained more awareness of the environment around him, he noticed that things were very different. He wasn’t in the same room as when he went to bed last night. Sitting up, he wasn’t looking at the same walls as before he went to bed-- these were littered with sports equipment and football posters.
“Where am I?” Danny asked, scratching his head. Danny looked down and noticed something else was very different. “What the...?”
Danny's head was connected to an amazing new body. The first thing he noticed as he lay there in confusion was the arm he was using to scratch his head. It was big; bigger and beefier than any arm he’d seen before, with deep shadowy cuts, and even a vein running down his massive bicep. Staring at it, Danny could have sworn that the bicep alone was bigger than his head! His eyes moved down his long powerful arm to the wide veiny muscles that fanned out into his forearm. Every move of his hand causing hundreds of different muscles to twitch and adjust; each one visible in stark relief.
Reaching over with his other arm, he began to rub the bulging bicep, and the huge horseshoe-shaped triceps behind it in disbelief. Even reaching up to feel the boulder-sized deltoid capping his shoulder, all three heads seemingly fighting for space under his skin. It felt hard, and as solid as a rock, even when he squeezed with his mighty fist. At first, Danny found it difficult for his arms to reach each other, as if two large masses were getting in the way, and trying to keep him from reaching properly. The momentary hitch proved distracting from his amazement, but Danny came up with a solution, almost instinctively. He stretched his arms out a bit -- showing off even more of his amazing muscles -- and found it easier to move them. Sometimes I’ve got to do that, Danny thought, a notion that felt both familiar and foreign at the same time.
Danny pulled the covers off his naked torso, and gasped in disbelief. Hindering his view of everything below his chest was a pair of meaty, beefy pecs. They looked ripped and striated, with a deep crevice tightly packed between them. Impulsively, he bounces one of them, almost as if it was a natural habit. He tried to look down further, towards his almost Herculean torso; past his twin peaks of massive chest muscles. It was a struggle for Danny to peer over his pecs, but after some effort, he began to see the lowest set of his abdominals. Through this attempted exercise in flexibility, he could feel huge muscles all over his body crunching and flexing, especially on his stomach. He didn’t see much, but what he did see was incentive for Danny to get out of bed and take in all of his new body.
Despite the limiting of his downward field of vision from his thick chest, wide shoulders, and looming traps, Danny manages to check out his legs. Each one looks bigger than a tree trunk, and as if they were carved by a master artisan. They are definitely ripped, and there appeared to be almost zero fat underneath the tight skin stretched over his bulging thighs and large, football-sized calves. He reaches down to feel one of them, to rub his hand over the powerful muscles, and ends up having to get halfway towards a squat to finally get there. He feels the sides of his thighs, in awe at their sheer power. His mobility is limited from going much further, so he gets back up. Upon doing so, Danny notices that he can no longer rest his arms straight down next to his sides, but rather Danny is forced to stand with them slightly akimbo. Funnily enough, the new positioning felt more natural to him than the conscious attempts he took to try and straighten his arms after discovering that fact. It was just one of the ‘side effects’ to being so buff, Danny’s brain figured, though elsewhere inside he wondered what part of him thought that.
Looking around the alien room, Danny finally spots a large mirror above the dresser, and rushes over to it to get a better look. He was not expecting how powerful his legs were though, and Danny nearly slams into the mirror because of it; he’s only saved by his hands reaching out and keeping him inches from smashing his face. Pushing himself back off, he's able to see just what his midsection looks like, and all the mysteries lying below his big chest.
The first thing he sees is his stomach; now chiseled into a tight, perfect eight-pack, leading down into a breathtaking Adonis belt. He reaches down to feel his washboard stomach, only to have his attention drawn away towards a new muscle he’d have to negotiate with. For the first time, he notices his wide lats, and checking them out, he flexes them for the first time. Together they not only give him a broad V taper, but make his torso look like the head of a cobra. Danny starts moving his arms around, examining how these wings wrap up into his deep armpits.
Twisting further to examine his body, he finally notices his powerful round rump jutting out in contrast to his over-sized chest. Each globe looked full and perky, and when he reached down to see if they were real, they felt just as solid as carved stone. While standing in this position, Danny notices the strange boxers that he's wearing, and, even more so, how tight they are over what could probably be his greatest asset!
He admitted he was avoiding looking at it, but he could no longer deny it. Having felt up his massive new muscles, the sensation over his tight skin had drawn a moan from his lips, and awakened a beast. Compared to this monster, Danny lost all interest in the rest of his body. He didn't notice the thick traps wrapped around his bull neck, or the broad, boulder shoulders framing his head on either side. No, all he could see now, and all he cared about right now, was the python shifting around inside his boxers. It was possibly the biggest cock Danny had seen in his life. Admittedly, he mostly only saw his own, but based on the obscene bulge it was producing, it was probably the biggest cock anyone would have ever seen.
Reaching down with one large hand, Danny was amazed that he could only fit a single avocado-sized nut in his open hand, and couldn’t even wrap his other hand all the way around his soda can-thick beast! Both felt so heavy, even with his abundant strength, and just this brief touch was already causing this monster to react. Growing even larger in his grasp, Danny watched as the powerful tool began to tent his shorts, the pleasure and stimulations already causing him to moan and buck slightly. Danny was not used to this unbelievable sensation, and if he wasn’t careful, he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it last.
Danny wondered what to do about his burgeoning erection. He wanted to see what his new unbelievable length could do, but the question was how best to enjoy it? He considered just whacking off, but that seemed to be boring. Then he thought about the possibility of taking a shower, and killing two birds at the same time. As he pondered this, he absent mindedly started rubbing one of his big meaty pecs, brush a taut nipple, and causing his staff to twitch. A wolfish grin spreads over his strong powerful face, revealing his stunning white teeth. He then knew how he wanted to enjoy himself. However, he was worried he wouldn’t have the time. After a few minutes of fighting in his head about his other head, Danny decided against it, and went to start his day by taking a shower.
Taking his hand away from his pec, he began to move towards the door, but passing the mirror again, he’s distracted by the mesmerizing, fluid motion of his new body. Standing in front of the mirror, he briefly eyed himself before starting to flex. His moves are awkward at first, but he quickly gains confidence, as if his body remembers doing this sort of thing before. First Danny does one he knows, a double front bicep pose. He watched his twin peaks rise on either side of his head, forcing his traps and delts to press against his thick neck, and making his biceps pop in contrast. His lats seemed to rise even higher, and flare even wider as his arms were raised. Instinctively, he smiles at himself in the mirror, lighting up his perfectly sculpted face and stylish, lush bed head of hair. Each peak swelled, stretching the tight skin over their solid mass, his forearms bulging to the point of touching. He flexed his arms a few times, causing them to pump even larger with blood as he crunches them, becoming covered in thick veins. The exhilaration of watching his muscles swell, and the deepening cuts of his physique were causing his dick to pump even bigger. He knew what to do next.
He wanted to touch it, to rub it, but instead, he kept posing, just to see how far he could go. Moving into his next pose, he could really see how mighty his meat was. Taking a side tricep pose, he could see in the mirror that his pecs where deep enough that he could easily do that bubble tea challenge. And his dick bulged out in front of him obscenely. Leaning back to show off the natural curve of his back and better show off the swell of his powerful glutes, and to make his bulging triceps pop! The fabric of his boxers was clearly straining now from his need, and the view caused him to give an involuntary thrust of his hips. With that the button popped, and released his beast!
Fluidly he moved into the next pose, lowering his arms and placing his hands on his hips for a breathtaking front lat spread, causing his dick to bounce in front of him. His lats and shoulders exploded out to the sides, stretching his chest wide, pushing his arms further out, and making his waist look even tighter. He could feel the muscle groups fighting for space as he struggled to keep his fists pressed to his hips, and every muscle in his torso flexed like a greek sculpture. The pose created several hard lines, all leading to one spot: his bulging, leaking crotch.
It all proved to be too much for him. He could feel every muscle begin to involuntarily flex, his ass in particular clenching tight enough to crush walnuts, all focusing towards his groin! His balls seized up, his rod bulged even bigger in front of him, and he began bucking his hips while still holding his lat spread pose! Letting out a roar, his cannon began firing!
“Oh fuck!” Load after load he shot all over the dresser mirror, painting his reflection in a ghostly white. Each time he bucked his hips, the force of his blasts pushed him back until he fell back on to the strange bed! He continued to fire away like a geyser, with such force that it was even hitting the fan and splattering back down on himself, covering him in his own hot spunk.
Gradually the pressure decreased, and Danny’s body was able to stop flexing as it relaxed, leaving him lying there, panting, as a pool of his own splooge oozed all over his naked torso. Slowly, he came back to his senses, and looked around again. This may not be his room, but he still made a mess. Not to mention, besides whatever was going on, he still had to go to school!
Danny leapt back to his feet, and began frantically trying to clean up. He found a hamper, and shoved his bed sheets in. He then found a towel, and started wiping the sticky cream off the mirror and walls, not noticing that his dick was still leaking and semi-hard. He finished wiping the fan off, and shoved the towel into the hamper as well. Then he strutted into the bathroom for a shower.
The bathroom looked fairly typical, and while it didn’t look like the bathroom Danny knew, it was still relatively unassuming. Danny closed the door behind him; his eyes looking down, it was only after pulling the taut ruined material down near his knees did he begin to realize just how big and thick his new cock really was. It was a massive, girthy appendage, and some of it was still hanging inside his underpants. A shock growing within him, Danny decided they were beyond saving, reached down with his big fists, and in one swift motion ripped them off to be thrown away, revealing the full length of his soft shaft. He couldn’t believe the penis he was seeing attached to his groin. The fat length hung almost down to his knees, and it was still a little hard. Looking at his massive member, which seemed already eager for another round, Danny took pause to decide whether or not to jack off again in the shower, given the mess he had just made. The sheer power seemingly emanating from his member was alluring to him. His will at the moment, however, was stronger, and Danny resisted the urge, despite some more serious quarreling in his mind.
His supplies at the ready, and now fully nude, Danny stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain over him, and turned the water on. It took Danny a few minutes to find the right temperature, but when he did, he started to feel more relaxed, standing in the water and letting it soak into his muscles before he lathered up. Lathering up gave Danny an opportunity to touch nearly every part of his new body; for the parts he couldn’t get to, there was a long-handled scrubber which felt just as good. As Danny lathered himself further, he couldn’t help but start to touch parts of his new body, feeling up his new arms and pecs, hoisting one meaty slab and flexing it in his hand. Rubbing up and down his new washboard abs, feeling the deep grooves between each hard cobblestone. Watching the soap rinse off his body mesmerized Danny, and the new sheen from the water layering his clean body made him look even more stunning. Combined with all the excitement from earlier, Danny was beginning to turn himself on again. His cock was responding, and the influx of hormones from his shaft waking up multiplied his growing arousal. Danny let out a muffled moan as he felt up his pec and began to lift his most sensitive heft.
Much to Danny’s continued amazement, Danny’s massive girth managed to raise itself up with little guidance from his hand, his hardened rod soon reaching full mast. Part of him wondered why he was so surprised at his size; he remembered he measured it once, right here in the bathroom, and it came out to twelve inches long and eighteen inches hard. That part of him was already comfortable with his extreme size; the rest of Danny was soon to join him. As Danny moved his hand up his slippery shaft, he began to feel just how sensitive his huge hard-on was. Just as he thought earlier, waves of pleasure began to flood his mind, clouding his inhibitions, and urging him towards one thing: stroking off his massive new cock.
With almost no hesitation, Danny put his other hand onto his cock and began to rub his hands up and down his shaft. The feeling was unbelievable, and nearly unmanageable. Danny was surprised he was lasting at all; he felt like he should’ve blown his load on first contact. Danny had jerked himself off before, but those times now paled in comparison to the unimaginably intense bliss he was feeling now. He didn’t even have to stroke hard; each gentle rub of his cock was enough to release immense amounts of hormones and lust into his system. Danny thought he could get used to this as a stream of pre began to drip down his shaft. It soon got caught on his hands, acting as lube and slicking his shaft. This only enhanced the pleasure and made Danny enjoy it more.
Danny began to speed up, getting deeper into his newfound pleasure, but before he could get a feel for this deeper level of arousal, Danny felt it: the point of no return. His length twitched and his balls seized up.
“Oh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhhh yes!”
Danny couldn’t help but let out pleasurable moans as he came, his penis blasting out giant spurts of semen onto the ceiling, hitting so hard it splashed back at him. Danny was reduced to a moaning mess as he began to buckle under the pressure and the pleasure. Stumbling onto the back wall of the shower, his ejaculation seemed endless, as his hefty nuts continued to put out with little abatement. Losing what little track of time he had, Danny watched in amazement as his shots of hot, virile seed slowly made their way down the wall as each firing of his payload lost more and more force. It felt like forever, though Danny had little track of time, but eventually his massive sprays reduced to a trickle, puddling on the shower floor. As the last of the hormones cleared up, Danny could take in his handiwork -- or perhaps ‘handy’ work -- in full, as he stood in front of a shower wall coated in white. In a way, the sight was breathtaking. In another, it was unfathomable. But Danny soon came to the understanding that yes, his new cock did do that.
Danny stepped out of the shower, looking to dodge any ejaculate that might want to land on him from the ceiling. Given what he had just done, he probably couldn’t take another shower. Unbeknownst to him in that moment, Danny was not really alone in that bathroom.
"Mmmm, certainly one of the better wishes I've granted. Wouldn't you agree, Ghost Boy?" Danny seemed to hear from the door, catching him off-guard. Danny reflexively grabbed for a towel to cover his now-softened shaft, but the tip still hung out from below his rushed grab and quick covering of the center of his groin. It was an unusual voice to be hearing here, but it was certainly familiar. Danny didn’t even notice that his ‘ghost sense’, that reliable wisp of blue breath tipping him off to trouble, didn’t kick in.
As sparkles and green smoke started to appear from under the door, Danny realized that this situation was a little more complicated than he thought...
Danny stood frozen; nude, worried, and covering himself with a towel as he awaited an unexpected ghostly visitor. He wondered just how much of the very sensual experience he had just had a little while ago they were aware of.
"Oh don't bother, I already saw everything. It was quite a show. And I certainly think that you... enjoyed it." Phasing through the door, the ghost genie Desiree eyed Danny up and down, admiring his studly body, proceeding to strip the towel right back off of him with her eyes.
Danny was instantly embarrassed upon learning the extent of her knowledge. As the smoke cleared, she came in close but stopped about two feet in front of him. Danny noticed that her own assets were pretty close to his face. Finding that thought strange, Danny mentally reprimanded himself and reminded himself to focus.
"What -- what's going on? What are you doing here?"
"Why, making sure that you're enjoying your wish of course!" She circles around behind him, admiring his cute bubble butt. Danny feels a cold finger running up his muscular back seductively. Danny was getting a little distracted from the attention that Desiree was giving him, as he didn't exactly realize just how attractive his new body was yet. It played to the ghost’s advantage, as she knew that as long as he was distracted, he wouldn't manage to make any wishes to change her plans.
"My -- my wish?” Danny tried to clarify. “But I didn't make a..."
"But you did! You wished to become a stud. To have all the blessings that the other child had. Good looks, popularity, the hair, the body, everything he had, that you didn't."
"The other child?"
After a moment, Danny had an unbelievable realization: Desiree must have been around last night while he was venting about Dash! She must have misinterpreted something he said as a wish.
"I didn't make a wish," Danny insisted, "I was just complaining!"
She floats up in front of Danny, wrapping one arm around his broad, manly shoulders, and pressing a finger daintily against his lips. Her bosom presses against his own vast chest. Meanwhile, the sound of a phone ringing could be heard, muffled away in the distant background.
"A wish you did make, the words you did say, to walk each other's footsteps if but for a day. Your life is now his, and his is now yours."
"Wait, a day? So I'll change back tomorrow?" Danny asked, hopeful that this was all going to be little more than a manageable nuisance.
"No, a day is all that remains of Danny Fenton. Come tomorrow, only Danny Baxter will exist! HAHAHA!!!" Swooping up into the ceiling with a cackle, and before Danny could utter any kind of an objection, Desiree disappeared from Danny's sight. Danny's hopes of relief were replaced by the grips of fear. Danny tried to parse what she meant, and eventually came to the conclusion that somehow, Danny would be taking Dash's place. He didn't understand much else, but given his experiences on the receiving end of Dash's torment, he didn't want to imagine what his own reign of terror would look like.
His pondering was interrupted, however, as down below, Danny heard an angry man yelling his name.
"Daniel Baxter! I just got off the phone with your coach! He says that you’re not only late for school, but you missed practice! You better get your ass down here, and get to school right now! And when you get home, your mother and I are going to have a serious talk with you!"
The reprimand served as Danny’s first sense of his potential new reality. It certainly wasn't Jack, that was for sure. He was less concerned about missing practice, and more concerned with the fact that he was now late -- and what his new parents would have in store for him when he came back home.
Imbued with a new sense of urgency, Danny rushed back into his room and searched through the dresser for an outfit. Conveniently for him, he didn’t have to look or think too hard about it; right at the top of each of the drawers was a piece of the typical jock outfit. A pair of good jeans, a fairly form-fitting black T-shirt, and of course, Casper High’s lovely letterman jacket. The outfit had meaning for Danny; but now there were two conflicting ones in his head; one symbolized the bullying Danny regularly faced, but the other symbolized something different. Power. Popularity. Coolness. This outfit wasn’t just an outfit; it represented the top of the high-school food chain. These weighty, reflective introspections seemed to be performed in a mere moment as Danny grabbed the pieces of the outfit and slid them all on.
The jeans were a little tight, but when he finally got them on, they accentuated his toned, chiseled legs in their faded blue; the tee placed his hefty pecs into stark relief, while also hinting at the abs below them; and the jacket held his massive arms, the thickness of the materials slightly inflating their already massive shape. Now dressed, Danny hastily checked his hair in the cum-stained mirror -- it only needed a few tweaks as he ran his larger hands through his smooth ‘do -- and rushed downstairs, hoping to avoid any further contact with his new parents on the way out the door.
As Danny rounded the last building, he could see the grounds of Casper High School looming ahead of him in the morning sun. However, the building looked almost festive. The school was adorned with various banners and posters depicting school spirit in preparation for the evening’s football game.
Passing through the large double doors at the front of the school, Danny can see the usual debris litter the halls amongst all the lockers, but there is an almost eerie silence, as he passes the various doors leading to different classrooms. Once again there are festive decorations all over the place, celebrating the football game they will be taking place later that Friday night. Many of them depicting various ghosts beating the other team.
Danny had to figure out what was going on -- but this? This caught him by surprise; and it felt special. He hadn't seen this much anticipation for a school football game ever -- though maybe it was because most of the time he didn't notice. Or he avoided it like the plague. But regardless, Danny had to figure out where he was going, given he didn’t exactly know Danny Baxter’s schedule. He was struggling to figure out where to even begin.
His thoughts were interrupted by the wrenching sound of the bell suddenly filling the hall, the doors opening, and students beginning to file out quickly towards the freedom and entertainment between periods. They are all talking and chatting, looking for friends, and complaining about their homework. And Danny towered over them all, except his fellow jocks. Danny figured second period must be coming up, and that knowledge gave Danny a sudden sense of direction as to where he was supposed to be going. With nothing else to go on, Danny began to follow his feet, taking himself to his next class.
However, it wasn’t that simple, and Danny wouldn’t be heading to class quietly.
Standing there in the hallway, surrounded by familiar faces, Danny could feel many of their eyes on him. Their attention to his actions and choices looming over him, as if they were critiquing his every move. As their eyes turned on him, the confidence and bravado the Danny had started feeling suddenly faded away. Fenton suddenly started to feel extremely self-conscious and nervous. Danny grinned and bore it as he worked his way through the halls, trying to look comfortable. But he worried that the crowds in the halls were seeing right through him, worried he was visibly acting... un-jock-like.
Suddenly, one of the somewhat cooler guys speaks up, "Heeey!! Dan-nie! Too cool for school!" Other kids start joining in, shouting various other words of encouragement, most of whom were on the more popular side. The new Danny turned heads when he walked the halls. He was the center of the school’s attention. A few students even had the courage to high-five, fist-bump, or say hi, all of which Danny obliged. "Way to go Dan the Man!" "Show them the Inviso-Bill Pass at tonight's game!" "Specters Rule!" He especially had the attention of the girls in the hallway. Amongst the various cheers, Danny could also hear several young ladies speaking up with a common "Hiiiii Dannyyyy."
Guys envied him, wanting his muscles and social status. The more average girls had forlorn crushes on him, all hoping that one day he’d notice them. The popular girls, however, got more physical, and actively lusted after him. Whether it was a quick feel, a longer embrace, or even a suggestive statement, they knew that they could get what they wanted. And at least part of Danny was more than pleased to make their acquaintance. Danny Fenton -- or was it Baxter? -- was the king of Casper High School. And man, did it feel good.
And then, hidden in the back of the crowds, he noticed the various sour faces of the less than popular kids. Trying to avoid his attention, looking away when his eyes fell on them, or trying to hide their angry glances in his direction. He wondered how the kids who were shying away from him were feeling. Part of him thought it was jealousy or envy... but Danny believed it was more likely fear or anger. Understandable, given Danny's history with Dash, but... it felt kind of sad to him. On the other hand, part of him also felt anger towards them for not worshipping him like the others.
Then, Danny saw one of the few other people in the crowd as tall as him. Mr. Lancer was striding through the horde of students, heading towards him with an angry scowl on his face. The contrast between the two was unmistakable. One was young, virile, buff, and clearly in the best shape of his life. The other, was more pear-shaped, balding, and had let the weight of age start to take its toll. Yet Mr. Lancer clearly had the authority, and Danny resented him for that. Why should someone that doesn’t care for themselves be in charge?
"Daniel Baxter, how nice of you to join us. If it wasn't for the fact that Coach Grieves vouched for you this morning, I would already be issuing you a week's worth of detention. Now I suggest you make like ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’, and get to your next class immediately."
It seemed Mr. Lancer would not be letting Danny off easy. Luckily coach came in clutch and saved my bacon, he thought. ...Wait, what? Who's 'coach'? he then thought immediately afterward, his mind in conflict with itself.
"Uhh... yes, of course, Mr. Lancer!" Danny said, his voice somewhat anxious. He passed by Mr. Lancer, hoping to escape the situation and move on.
"Oh, and don't forget Mr. Baxter, sixth period you're mine." There was a subtle hint of malevolence in the teacher's voice as he uttered those words.
"See you then!" Danny replied, dashing off in the fastest walk that wasn't a run.
"You certainly will, I'll see to that." Lancer said, crossing his arms with the creepiest frown possible.
After escaping the immediate wrath of Mr. Lancer, Danny made his way over to his locker, only to find it is surrounded by a bunch of jovial jocks. Their rakish laughter could be heard across the throng of students, as they push and shove each other playfully.
Apparently, being the quarterback and captain of the football team meant that Danny’s locker was a popular hangout spot for the rest of the team.
Danny muscled his way into their conversation. "Hey guys, I've just gotta get into -- "
"Heyyy, Danny!" another jock interrupted Danny's single-minded focus.
"Dan the Man!” “Dan silver!” “Hey bro!” “Dude, what's up?” “You're going to get in so much trouble with Coach Greaves, bro!"
All these different statements from his fellow jocks bombarded him at once, accompanied by various different bro hugs and shoulder-patting, fist-bumping and mid-air arm wrestling. There was even one person that swatted him on the ass, much to Danny's surprise.
The only one that didn't seem to be part of the group, was Danny's best friend Kwan. And there was no mistaking his absence; Kwan was the biggest guy on the team, and thus really hard to hide.
"I -- I am?" Danny was worried about getting on yet someone else’s bad side.
"Yeah," the jock replied. "You missed morning practice!"
"What?" Danny was confused.
"You were supposed to be here at five! Coach is not gonna be happy, especially given the game's tonight!"
Danny was starting to fear this coach he had never met.
"I'm sorry, I guess I just... overslept," Danny tried to explain. "I had a rough night last night."
The fib seemed to placate the jock. "Ohhh," he seemed to understand, "bagging a babe, huh?"
Danny was not expecting that, but tried to reply appropriately. It was plausible given his new body, right? "Oh, yeah," he played it off.
Danny felt as though there was another voice inside his head, yelling at him that he was making the wrong comments, and behaving extremely uncool.
"Dude! Who was it? Better not let Paulina find out, you know she can be a real bitch if she suspects you're cheating on her."
Danny knew that this was true, but the comment about his girlfriend still got him riled up.
"Relax," Danny stated, flashing a big perfect smile. "She knows that sometimes I just can't help making touchdowns. My little man wants to score too!"
Danny wanted to cover his mouth right then and there, but kept his arms from physically doing it. Why did he just say that? It sounded very unlike him.
The other guys were hooting and congratulation Danny, sounding a surprising amount like a bunch of baboons. Suddenly a shrill, all-too-familiar voice cut through the noise.
"FENTON!!"
With almost no hesitation, Danny put his other hand onto his cock and began to rub his hands up and down his shaft. The feeling was unbelievable, and nearly unmanageable. Danny was surprised he was lasting at all; he felt like he should’ve blown his load on first contact. Danny had jerked himself off before, but those times now paled in comparison to the unimaginably intense bliss he was feeling now. He didn’t even have to stroke hard; each gentle rub of his cock was enough to release immense amounts of hormones and lust into his system. Danny thought he could get used to this as a stream of pre began to drip down his shaft. It soon got caught on his hands, acting as lube and slicking his shaft. This only enhanced the pleasure and made Danny enjoy it more.
Danny began to speed up, getting deeper into his newfound pleasure, but before he could get a feel for this deeper level of arousal, Danny felt it: the point of no return. His length twitched and his balls seized up.
“Oh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhhh yes!”
Danny couldn’t help but let out pleasurable moans as he came, his penis blasting out giant spurts of semen onto the ceiling, hitting so hard it splashed back at him. Danny was reduced to a moaning mess as he began to buckle under the pressure and the pleasure. Stumbling onto the back wall of the shower, his ejaculation seemed endless, as his hefty nuts continued to put out with little abatement. Losing what little track of time he had, Danny watched in amazement as his shots of hot, virile seed slowly made their way down the wall as each firing of his payload lost more and more force. It felt like forever, though Danny had little track of time, but eventually his massive sprays reduced to a trickle, puddling on the shower floor. As the last of the hormones cleared up, Danny could take in his handiwork -- or perhaps ‘handy’ work -- in full, as he stood in front of a shower wall coated in white. In a way, the sight was breathtaking. In another, it was unfathomable. But Danny soon came to the understanding that yes, his new cock did do that.
Danny stepped out of the shower, looking to dodge any ejaculate that might want to land on him from the ceiling. Given what he had just done, he probably couldn’t take another shower. Unbeknownst to him in that moment, Danny was not really alone in that bathroom.
"Mmmm, certainly one of the better wishes I've granted. Wouldn't you agree, Ghost Boy?" Danny seemed to hear from the door, catching him off-guard. Danny reflexively grabbed for a towel to cover his now-softened shaft, but the tip still hung out from below his rushed grab and quick covering of the center of his groin. It was an unusual voice to be hearing here, but it was certainly familiar. Danny didn’t even notice that his ‘ghost sense’, that reliable wisp of blue breath tipping him off to trouble, didn’t kick in.
As sparkles and green smoke started to appear from under the door, Danny realized that this situation was a little more complicated than he thought...
Chapter 2
Danny stood frozen; nude, worried, and covering himself with a towel as he awaited an unexpected ghostly visitor. He wondered just how much of the very sensual experience he had just had a little while ago they were aware of.
"Oh don't bother, I already saw everything. It was quite a show. And I certainly think that you... enjoyed it." Phasing through the door, the ghost genie Desiree eyed Danny up and down, admiring his studly body, proceeding to strip the towel right back off of him with her eyes.
Danny was instantly embarrassed upon learning the extent of her knowledge. As the smoke cleared, she came in close but stopped about two feet in front of him. Danny noticed that her own assets were pretty close to his face. Finding that thought strange, Danny mentally reprimanded himself and reminded himself to focus.
"What -- what's going on? What are you doing here?"
"Why, making sure that you're enjoying your wish of course!" She circles around behind him, admiring his cute bubble butt. Danny feels a cold finger running up his muscular back seductively. Danny was getting a little distracted from the attention that Desiree was giving him, as he didn't exactly realize just how attractive his new body was yet. It played to the ghost’s advantage, as she knew that as long as he was distracted, he wouldn't manage to make any wishes to change her plans.
"My -- my wish?” Danny tried to clarify. “But I didn't make a..."
"But you did! You wished to become a stud. To have all the blessings that the other child had. Good looks, popularity, the hair, the body, everything he had, that you didn't."
"The other child?"
After a moment, Danny had an unbelievable realization: Desiree must have been around last night while he was venting about Dash! She must have misinterpreted something he said as a wish.
"I didn't make a wish," Danny insisted, "I was just complaining!"
She floats up in front of Danny, wrapping one arm around his broad, manly shoulders, and pressing a finger daintily against his lips. Her bosom presses against his own vast chest. Meanwhile, the sound of a phone ringing could be heard, muffled away in the distant background.
"A wish you did make, the words you did say, to walk each other's footsteps if but for a day. Your life is now his, and his is now yours."
"Wait, a day? So I'll change back tomorrow?" Danny asked, hopeful that this was all going to be little more than a manageable nuisance.
"No, a day is all that remains of Danny Fenton. Come tomorrow, only Danny Baxter will exist! HAHAHA!!!" Swooping up into the ceiling with a cackle, and before Danny could utter any kind of an objection, Desiree disappeared from Danny's sight. Danny's hopes of relief were replaced by the grips of fear. Danny tried to parse what she meant, and eventually came to the conclusion that somehow, Danny would be taking Dash's place. He didn't understand much else, but given his experiences on the receiving end of Dash's torment, he didn't want to imagine what his own reign of terror would look like.
His pondering was interrupted, however, as down below, Danny heard an angry man yelling his name.
"Daniel Baxter! I just got off the phone with your coach! He says that you’re not only late for school, but you missed practice! You better get your ass down here, and get to school right now! And when you get home, your mother and I are going to have a serious talk with you!"
The reprimand served as Danny’s first sense of his potential new reality. It certainly wasn't Jack, that was for sure. He was less concerned about missing practice, and more concerned with the fact that he was now late -- and what his new parents would have in store for him when he came back home.
Imbued with a new sense of urgency, Danny rushed back into his room and searched through the dresser for an outfit. Conveniently for him, he didn’t have to look or think too hard about it; right at the top of each of the drawers was a piece of the typical jock outfit. A pair of good jeans, a fairly form-fitting black T-shirt, and of course, Casper High’s lovely letterman jacket. The outfit had meaning for Danny; but now there were two conflicting ones in his head; one symbolized the bullying Danny regularly faced, but the other symbolized something different. Power. Popularity. Coolness. This outfit wasn’t just an outfit; it represented the top of the high-school food chain. These weighty, reflective introspections seemed to be performed in a mere moment as Danny grabbed the pieces of the outfit and slid them all on.
The jeans were a little tight, but when he finally got them on, they accentuated his toned, chiseled legs in their faded blue; the tee placed his hefty pecs into stark relief, while also hinting at the abs below them; and the jacket held his massive arms, the thickness of the materials slightly inflating their already massive shape. Now dressed, Danny hastily checked his hair in the cum-stained mirror -- it only needed a few tweaks as he ran his larger hands through his smooth ‘do -- and rushed downstairs, hoping to avoid any further contact with his new parents on the way out the door.
As Danny rounded the last building, he could see the grounds of Casper High School looming ahead of him in the morning sun. However, the building looked almost festive. The school was adorned with various banners and posters depicting school spirit in preparation for the evening’s football game.
Passing through the large double doors at the front of the school, Danny can see the usual debris litter the halls amongst all the lockers, but there is an almost eerie silence, as he passes the various doors leading to different classrooms. Once again there are festive decorations all over the place, celebrating the football game they will be taking place later that Friday night. Many of them depicting various ghosts beating the other team.
Danny had to figure out what was going on -- but this? This caught him by surprise; and it felt special. He hadn't seen this much anticipation for a school football game ever -- though maybe it was because most of the time he didn't notice. Or he avoided it like the plague. But regardless, Danny had to figure out where he was going, given he didn’t exactly know Danny Baxter’s schedule. He was struggling to figure out where to even begin.
His thoughts were interrupted by the wrenching sound of the bell suddenly filling the hall, the doors opening, and students beginning to file out quickly towards the freedom and entertainment between periods. They are all talking and chatting, looking for friends, and complaining about their homework. And Danny towered over them all, except his fellow jocks. Danny figured second period must be coming up, and that knowledge gave Danny a sudden sense of direction as to where he was supposed to be going. With nothing else to go on, Danny began to follow his feet, taking himself to his next class.
However, it wasn’t that simple, and Danny wouldn’t be heading to class quietly.
Standing there in the hallway, surrounded by familiar faces, Danny could feel many of their eyes on him. Their attention to his actions and choices looming over him, as if they were critiquing his every move. As their eyes turned on him, the confidence and bravado the Danny had started feeling suddenly faded away. Fenton suddenly started to feel extremely self-conscious and nervous. Danny grinned and bore it as he worked his way through the halls, trying to look comfortable. But he worried that the crowds in the halls were seeing right through him, worried he was visibly acting... un-jock-like.
Suddenly, one of the somewhat cooler guys speaks up, "Heeey!! Dan-nie! Too cool for school!" Other kids start joining in, shouting various other words of encouragement, most of whom were on the more popular side. The new Danny turned heads when he walked the halls. He was the center of the school’s attention. A few students even had the courage to high-five, fist-bump, or say hi, all of which Danny obliged. "Way to go Dan the Man!" "Show them the Inviso-Bill Pass at tonight's game!" "Specters Rule!" He especially had the attention of the girls in the hallway. Amongst the various cheers, Danny could also hear several young ladies speaking up with a common "Hiiiii Dannyyyy."
Guys envied him, wanting his muscles and social status. The more average girls had forlorn crushes on him, all hoping that one day he’d notice them. The popular girls, however, got more physical, and actively lusted after him. Whether it was a quick feel, a longer embrace, or even a suggestive statement, they knew that they could get what they wanted. And at least part of Danny was more than pleased to make their acquaintance. Danny Fenton -- or was it Baxter? -- was the king of Casper High School. And man, did it feel good.
And then, hidden in the back of the crowds, he noticed the various sour faces of the less than popular kids. Trying to avoid his attention, looking away when his eyes fell on them, or trying to hide their angry glances in his direction. He wondered how the kids who were shying away from him were feeling. Part of him thought it was jealousy or envy... but Danny believed it was more likely fear or anger. Understandable, given Danny's history with Dash, but... it felt kind of sad to him. On the other hand, part of him also felt anger towards them for not worshipping him like the others.
Then, Danny saw one of the few other people in the crowd as tall as him. Mr. Lancer was striding through the horde of students, heading towards him with an angry scowl on his face. The contrast between the two was unmistakable. One was young, virile, buff, and clearly in the best shape of his life. The other, was more pear-shaped, balding, and had let the weight of age start to take its toll. Yet Mr. Lancer clearly had the authority, and Danny resented him for that. Why should someone that doesn’t care for themselves be in charge?
"Daniel Baxter, how nice of you to join us. If it wasn't for the fact that Coach Grieves vouched for you this morning, I would already be issuing you a week's worth of detention. Now I suggest you make like ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’, and get to your next class immediately."
It seemed Mr. Lancer would not be letting Danny off easy. Luckily coach came in clutch and saved my bacon, he thought. ...Wait, what? Who's 'coach'? he then thought immediately afterward, his mind in conflict with itself.
"Uhh... yes, of course, Mr. Lancer!" Danny said, his voice somewhat anxious. He passed by Mr. Lancer, hoping to escape the situation and move on.
"Oh, and don't forget Mr. Baxter, sixth period you're mine." There was a subtle hint of malevolence in the teacher's voice as he uttered those words.
"See you then!" Danny replied, dashing off in the fastest walk that wasn't a run.
"You certainly will, I'll see to that." Lancer said, crossing his arms with the creepiest frown possible.
After escaping the immediate wrath of Mr. Lancer, Danny made his way over to his locker, only to find it is surrounded by a bunch of jovial jocks. Their rakish laughter could be heard across the throng of students, as they push and shove each other playfully.
Apparently, being the quarterback and captain of the football team meant that Danny’s locker was a popular hangout spot for the rest of the team.
Danny muscled his way into their conversation. "Hey guys, I've just gotta get into -- "
"Heyyy, Danny!" another jock interrupted Danny's single-minded focus.
"Dan the Man!” “Dan silver!” “Hey bro!” “Dude, what's up?” “You're going to get in so much trouble with Coach Greaves, bro!"
All these different statements from his fellow jocks bombarded him at once, accompanied by various different bro hugs and shoulder-patting, fist-bumping and mid-air arm wrestling. There was even one person that swatted him on the ass, much to Danny's surprise.
The only one that didn't seem to be part of the group, was Danny's best friend Kwan. And there was no mistaking his absence; Kwan was the biggest guy on the team, and thus really hard to hide.
"I -- I am?" Danny was worried about getting on yet someone else’s bad side.
"Yeah," the jock replied. "You missed morning practice!"
"What?" Danny was confused.
"You were supposed to be here at five! Coach is not gonna be happy, especially given the game's tonight!"
Danny was starting to fear this coach he had never met.
"I'm sorry, I guess I just... overslept," Danny tried to explain. "I had a rough night last night."
The fib seemed to placate the jock. "Ohhh," he seemed to understand, "bagging a babe, huh?"
Danny was not expecting that, but tried to reply appropriately. It was plausible given his new body, right? "Oh, yeah," he played it off.
Danny felt as though there was another voice inside his head, yelling at him that he was making the wrong comments, and behaving extremely uncool.
"Dude! Who was it? Better not let Paulina find out, you know she can be a real bitch if she suspects you're cheating on her."
Danny knew that this was true, but the comment about his girlfriend still got him riled up.
"Relax," Danny stated, flashing a big perfect smile. "She knows that sometimes I just can't help making touchdowns. My little man wants to score too!"
Danny wanted to cover his mouth right then and there, but kept his arms from physically doing it. Why did he just say that? It sounded very unlike him.
The other guys were hooting and congratulation Danny, sounding a surprising amount like a bunch of baboons. Suddenly a shrill, all-too-familiar voice cut through the noise.
"FENTON!!"
Chapter 3
The voice put Danny on edge, though it didn't seem to faze the other jocks any. Pushing his way through the jocks -- and then only arriving at their chest level -- was Dash Baxter, and he looked much scrawnier than Danny remembered him being. However, upon getting a good look at him, Danny thought he looked better like that.
"What did you do to us!? Last night I was the king, and now look at me! I'm puny! I DON'T DO PUNY!" Dash squawked.
"You coulda fooled us."
"What did you do to us!? Last night I was the king, and now look at me! I'm puny! I DON'T DO PUNY!" Dash squawked.
"You coulda fooled us."
"HAHAHA!!"
Dash ignored them and kept going, completely ignoring the fact that he was now an antelope amongst lions. "I'm supposed to be the jock, not you Fen-turd!"
"HAH! He even insults himself!"
Dash ignored them and kept going, completely ignoring the fact that he was now an antelope amongst lions. "I'm supposed to be the jock, not you Fen-turd!"
"HAH! He even insults himself!"
"HAHAHA!!"
The scene was starting to draw a crowd.
Danny was already aware of the situation his inadvertent wish brought on, but seeing its effects in person was becoming an enjoyable experience for him. Danny simply stood by and smirked as Dash dug himself deeper into a hole Danny knew he couldn't get out of. He actually found watching Dash's struggle fun.
"Hey, Dan, you want us to snap Fenton out of his delusions? Or, you want the pleasure for yourself?" Several of the big guys got wicked looks in their eyes, and grew wolfish grins. Dash finally seemed to realize how much danger he seemed to be in, and took a step back, only to find his exit blocked by another big beefy body.
Being called Dan though struck a memory with Fenton, reminding him of the dark future he almost lost to. The memory of the battle with his evil older self hurt, but it didn't hurt him in that moment as much as the years of combined torment he received on a regular basis from Dash, who now stood here as a helpless wimp.
For once, both of the warring voices in Danny's head agreed on something, albeit for different reasons. "...You know what?" Danny finally replied. "I think I'll take care of him myself."
The fellow jocks cheered Danny on in a truly mean-spirited way, as they awaited what Danny had in store for the runt.
Danny grabbed Dash by the collar of his shirt, as Dash had done to him many times before. Inside he was surprised he could so easily lift him up; outwardly all he had was a sick, twisted grin on his face as he watched Dash squirm in the clutches of his fist.
"Fen... ton... Stop... This isn't right..."
Dash struggled in Danny's big fist, his loose shirt pulled up to reveal the scrawny body underneath.
His weak hands grabbed at the canned ham sized fists, and at the big beefy arms, not even putting a dent in the hard flesh.
A blackness seemed to start spreading through Danny, and it felt uncannily like his ghost sense, but... wrong. Dark. Corrupted. It compelled him to keep going, encouraged him to take the next step, to delve into his inner bully.
"You don't know just how long I've been waiting for this..." Danny said in a vile manner, as he held Dash, and the rest of his fellow jocks, in suspense. "Or maybe, you're the only one who truly does..."
Flashing through Dash's mind were some of the memories from all the times he had beaten up, wedgied, swirlied, and shoved Danny into a locker, along with the other things he had done to 'Fen-turd'. As Dash reflected on all these thoughts, a new thought came into his head, one that he had never known before; one that told him that he deserved this.
"Take your hands off my little brother!"
The jocks and Danny looked around, wondering where the protest came from. Dash smirked and folded his arms as the circle of jocks opened up to reveal Jazz, Danny's older sister... or, if what she said was correct, former older sister. As the angered adolescent walked in to face Danny, Danny began to realize that his wish must have swapped their families too. While it didn't register to him when what was apparently Dash's dad -- now his -- yelled at him earlier, seeing a face he knew so well be so foreign to him let it really sink in. Perhaps this all wouldn't be as great as he thought it would be.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, picking on someone else only because you’re bigger than they are. All it really shows is how insecure you are in your own appearance. You have to build yourself up physically and socially just to feel important."
"Well, I have news for you Daniel Baxter, not everyone has to look like an overstuffed couch, or pick on others, to be respected by their peers."
"You could do so much good with your life, and instead you waste it."
She was completely fearless, staring Danny right in the face a full head taller than her, poking him in the pec, and waving a finger under his nose. With just a look, she had knocked all the jocks down a peg.
"Is this how you would want to be treated? What if Dash was the jock, and you weren't?"
She may not have been his sister anymore, but she could still deliver a damn good talking-to. Danny began to feel ashamed of himself as Jazz reminded him of his time on the other side of the equation. If only she knew how Dash had treated him...
The scene was starting to draw a crowd.
Danny was already aware of the situation his inadvertent wish brought on, but seeing its effects in person was becoming an enjoyable experience for him. Danny simply stood by and smirked as Dash dug himself deeper into a hole Danny knew he couldn't get out of. He actually found watching Dash's struggle fun.
"Hey, Dan, you want us to snap Fenton out of his delusions? Or, you want the pleasure for yourself?" Several of the big guys got wicked looks in their eyes, and grew wolfish grins. Dash finally seemed to realize how much danger he seemed to be in, and took a step back, only to find his exit blocked by another big beefy body.
Being called Dan though struck a memory with Fenton, reminding him of the dark future he almost lost to. The memory of the battle with his evil older self hurt, but it didn't hurt him in that moment as much as the years of combined torment he received on a regular basis from Dash, who now stood here as a helpless wimp.
For once, both of the warring voices in Danny's head agreed on something, albeit for different reasons. "...You know what?" Danny finally replied. "I think I'll take care of him myself."
The fellow jocks cheered Danny on in a truly mean-spirited way, as they awaited what Danny had in store for the runt.
Danny grabbed Dash by the collar of his shirt, as Dash had done to him many times before. Inside he was surprised he could so easily lift him up; outwardly all he had was a sick, twisted grin on his face as he watched Dash squirm in the clutches of his fist.
"Fen... ton... Stop... This isn't right..."
Dash struggled in Danny's big fist, his loose shirt pulled up to reveal the scrawny body underneath.
His weak hands grabbed at the canned ham sized fists, and at the big beefy arms, not even putting a dent in the hard flesh.
A blackness seemed to start spreading through Danny, and it felt uncannily like his ghost sense, but... wrong. Dark. Corrupted. It compelled him to keep going, encouraged him to take the next step, to delve into his inner bully.
"You don't know just how long I've been waiting for this..." Danny said in a vile manner, as he held Dash, and the rest of his fellow jocks, in suspense. "Or maybe, you're the only one who truly does..."
Flashing through Dash's mind were some of the memories from all the times he had beaten up, wedgied, swirlied, and shoved Danny into a locker, along with the other things he had done to 'Fen-turd'. As Dash reflected on all these thoughts, a new thought came into his head, one that he had never known before; one that told him that he deserved this.
"Take your hands off my little brother!"
The jocks and Danny looked around, wondering where the protest came from. Dash smirked and folded his arms as the circle of jocks opened up to reveal Jazz, Danny's older sister... or, if what she said was correct, former older sister. As the angered adolescent walked in to face Danny, Danny began to realize that his wish must have swapped their families too. While it didn't register to him when what was apparently Dash's dad -- now his -- yelled at him earlier, seeing a face he knew so well be so foreign to him let it really sink in. Perhaps this all wouldn't be as great as he thought it would be.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, picking on someone else only because you’re bigger than they are. All it really shows is how insecure you are in your own appearance. You have to build yourself up physically and socially just to feel important."
"Well, I have news for you Daniel Baxter, not everyone has to look like an overstuffed couch, or pick on others, to be respected by their peers."
"You could do so much good with your life, and instead you waste it."
She was completely fearless, staring Danny right in the face a full head taller than her, poking him in the pec, and waving a finger under his nose. With just a look, she had knocked all the jocks down a peg.
"Is this how you would want to be treated? What if Dash was the jock, and you weren't?"
She may not have been his sister anymore, but she could still deliver a damn good talking-to. Danny began to feel ashamed of himself as Jazz reminded him of his time on the other side of the equation. If only she knew how Dash had treated him...
As the dark power faded from his body, Danny put Dash down, but he still had to save face with the jocks.
"This isn't over..." he tried to come up with a decent insult. "Dweeb."
"Good. Now, maybe if you behave yourself for a while, I'll continue tutoring you. Of course, that won't help if you keep missing classes." At this point the other jocks were starting to chuckle at Danny being put in his place.
Meanwhile, Dash had started to slink away, trying to save some of his dignity.
"This isn't over Fen-turd..." he whispered under his breath.
He was joined by two other familiar faces, as Sam and Tucker moved to his side. Zoning Jazz out, Danny overhears Sam. "Dash, what were you thinking!?"
"Yeah, that was like a chihuahua picking a fight with a gorilla," added Tucker.
Dash continued to storm away, "Shut up, losers."
This left both friends standing in his tracks in shock.
"What's gotten into him?" Tucker asked, confused.
Danny looked on at Sam and Tucker, now his former friends, his abject shame turning into a more general sadness.
"And one more thing...."
The warning bell rings.
"You need to put on some underwear." Jazz whispers in his ear, just loud enough for the others to hear, before marching off to class amid hysterical laughter.
Danny checked his pants, and he realized that in his haste to get out the door that morning, he indeed forgot to put on underwear. Standing there in his tight skinny jeans, he could clearly see the bulging silhouette of his beast pressed tight to the inside of his jeans by his huge thighs. He was wondering why his junk felt like it was rubbing against something different this morning.
It took a full class period for Danny to shake off his feelings from his first confrontation with the new Dash. Afterward, the bell rang, which meant another trip through the halls, yukking it up with the popular kids he passed on the way.
Despite the events of the last passing period, one student remained on the warpath.
Watching from a safe distance, Dash finally saw Danny wander away from the rest of the group, and into the boys' bathroom. The bathroom was stereotypical of a high school; graffiti on the walls, doors missing on stalls, spit wads on the ceiling, and a smell that would make a mother cry. There was the usual crowd of miscreants hanging around, but when they saw Danny enter the room, they quickly vacated.
Upon approaching a urinal, Danny unbuttoned his jeans. As he let down his zipper, the true nature of his cock was revealed. As Danny pulled out his soft girth, he was once again reminded of its sheer size. Despite it being flaccid, its footlong size was still impressive. Once it was fully out, Danny played around with it for a moment, jiggling it around like a snake. It pleased him, for whatever reason. After that brief moment of enjoyment, Danny relaxed, letting his member feel the fresh air, and waited for his bladder to let go. However, the rough fabric of his pants and the tight skin of his leg had been rubbing against it all day, keeping it slightly aroused. His touch caused it to stir even more, and even though he was only taking a leak, the pleasure caused his knees to buckle slightly. This forced him to brace a hand on the wall as he leaned over the urinal.
Did he have time to whack one off?
"This isn't over..." he tried to come up with a decent insult. "Dweeb."
"Good. Now, maybe if you behave yourself for a while, I'll continue tutoring you. Of course, that won't help if you keep missing classes." At this point the other jocks were starting to chuckle at Danny being put in his place.
Meanwhile, Dash had started to slink away, trying to save some of his dignity.
"This isn't over Fen-turd..." he whispered under his breath.
He was joined by two other familiar faces, as Sam and Tucker moved to his side. Zoning Jazz out, Danny overhears Sam. "Dash, what were you thinking!?"
"Yeah, that was like a chihuahua picking a fight with a gorilla," added Tucker.
Dash continued to storm away, "Shut up, losers."
This left both friends standing in his tracks in shock.
"What's gotten into him?" Tucker asked, confused.
Danny looked on at Sam and Tucker, now his former friends, his abject shame turning into a more general sadness.
"And one more thing...."
The warning bell rings.
"You need to put on some underwear." Jazz whispers in his ear, just loud enough for the others to hear, before marching off to class amid hysterical laughter.
Danny checked his pants, and he realized that in his haste to get out the door that morning, he indeed forgot to put on underwear. Standing there in his tight skinny jeans, he could clearly see the bulging silhouette of his beast pressed tight to the inside of his jeans by his huge thighs. He was wondering why his junk felt like it was rubbing against something different this morning.
It took a full class period for Danny to shake off his feelings from his first confrontation with the new Dash. Afterward, the bell rang, which meant another trip through the halls, yukking it up with the popular kids he passed on the way.
Despite the events of the last passing period, one student remained on the warpath.
Watching from a safe distance, Dash finally saw Danny wander away from the rest of the group, and into the boys' bathroom. The bathroom was stereotypical of a high school; graffiti on the walls, doors missing on stalls, spit wads on the ceiling, and a smell that would make a mother cry. There was the usual crowd of miscreants hanging around, but when they saw Danny enter the room, they quickly vacated.
Upon approaching a urinal, Danny unbuttoned his jeans. As he let down his zipper, the true nature of his cock was revealed. As Danny pulled out his soft girth, he was once again reminded of its sheer size. Despite it being flaccid, its footlong size was still impressive. Once it was fully out, Danny played around with it for a moment, jiggling it around like a snake. It pleased him, for whatever reason. After that brief moment of enjoyment, Danny relaxed, letting his member feel the fresh air, and waited for his bladder to let go. However, the rough fabric of his pants and the tight skin of his leg had been rubbing against it all day, keeping it slightly aroused. His touch caused it to stir even more, and even though he was only taking a leak, the pleasure caused his knees to buckle slightly. This forced him to brace a hand on the wall as he leaned over the urinal.
Did he have time to whack one off?
Dash slipped into the grungy bathroom, hellbent for revenge on Fenton, one way or another. What he found was Danny leaning against the bathroom wall over one of the urinals, bucking his hips, and Dash knew exactly what he could do. The dweeb-turned-jock had taken his letterman jacket off, allowing all his huge muscles to be visible through the tight black shirt, and for a moment Dash paused as he noted how much bigger Fenton was now.
Still, he snuck up behind the brute, hearing the muffled moans, ready to pounce.
To Danny, it seemed he was really going to have to try hard to keep from rubbing one out right then and there, as his half-chub cock finished up its leak. As he fumbled around to put it back in his pants, Danny's cock only seemed to get harder, and thus harder to control.
"Unh -- stop it -- and -- get -- in there!" he muttered, directed at his hardening erection, which was firing off erratic signals of pleasure, distracting him. His focus was on getting his cock down his pants, a seemingly ever-more-difficult endeavor; this meant he was unaware about anyone who might've been trying to sneak up behind him.
Still leaning against the wall with his muscular arm blocking his view of the door, and his big boulder shoulder pressed against his ear, Danny continued to struggle with his little man while hunched over the urinal. His broad muscular back and shoulders were flexing through his tight shirt, and given his exceptional height, he had to keep his knees bent just to properly aim. His tight pants were wrapped over his muscular legs and bulky butt, but having to work with such a large piece of meat had forced him to pull his pants down lower, revealing the top cleavage of his rotund rump.
Dash continued to inch forward as Danny struggled with his dick. The former jock could see his target struggling, and simultaneously being forced to rock and buck his hips in an attempt to squeeze his shaft down one of his pant legs. Dash couldn’t see exactly what was happening to Danny, and Danny was completely oblivious to Dash as his grunts were gradually transitioning into moans.
Unsure of what he was getting into, Dash tried to focus less on Danny and more on his plan. Finally, the ex-jock arrived behind his ex-victim, hoping to shift the dynamic back in his favor. Waiting for a moment to prepare himself, Dash reached out towards Danny's backside and made his move.
Danny felt his pants fall away from his muscular ass, suddenly letting his balls completely air out. He didn't pay any notice to the fact then his pants seem to be peeled all the way down to his ankles! He was so lost in the rapture of his own manhood that all he could do was stand to his full height, clench his buttocks, and buck his hips as he moaned.
Dash, having just pulled Danny's pants all the way to the ground, looked up and watched from behind as the jock god stood to his full height. His thick, powerful, muscular legs pushed his stance wide, and his muscular ass dimples right in front of Dash's face.
Danny wasn't even fazed! Dash was shocked at his apparent failure. It was something Dash had rarely faced before, especially when it came to sacking nerds. Unwilling (or perhaps unable) to accept his fate, Dash began to build a new strategy...
That's when he saw the letterman jacket on the sink counter. If Fen-turd was too occupied to notice being pantsed, then he would have to notice his jacket had gone missing!
The little thief grabbed the surprisingly large jacket, whispering to himself, "Dang! This thing is as big as a circus tent!"
He then rushed out of the bathroom to hide his spoils before the next class.
Chapter 4
"Ugh! Fff -- get down!" Danny continued to complain as his cock remained uncooperative. Every fumble made his length harder and harder, and at this point, it was essentially fully erect, standing at its tall eighteen-inch height. Danny sighed, giving up on his endeavor for the moment. He knew what he'd really have to do to get his cock to go down his pants.
"Alright, you win..." Danny said, beginning to stroke his cock in the urinal proper. Given his previous teasing, Danny began leaking pre almost immediately.
"Unhhhh.... why did I fight this?" Danny asked, as he surrendered himself more fully to the pleasure his penis was providing.
The warning bell sounded, telling everyone to finish things up and get to class.
Danny groaned, believing he was still a ways from climax. However, his cock belied him, and soon Danny felt his peak approaching.
Danny's groan was soon followed by a loud, eruptive moan as he came all over the urinal, his creamy white payload repainting its interior. Danny had to hold on to the wall as his knees buckled under the force of his release. Ironically, the urinal now looked better with his layer of ‘white wash’. But as he tried to flush it, he discovered that he should have probably used a stall, as his seed was now overflowing.
Unsure of what to do, he simply tried to back away from the mess he made, hoping it didn't get on him. As expected, now that he was also sexually relieved, his twelve-inch soft snake was much easier to work with and get back into his pants, which now were down on the floor. Noticing this, Danny grumbled. His steps became more of a shuffle in hopes to avoid giving the floor a nice taste of his ass.
Reaching down to his ankles still proved to be a chore with his bulky muscles getting in the way, but Danny finally managed to grab his pants, pull them up over his meaty thighs, and shove his dick in, just as the second bell rang.
Danny groaned again, knowing he'd be late for his next class. He turned around to grab his jacket -- but it seemed to be missing.
"Where's my jacket?" Danny asked to no one in particular, growing further agitated.
"Alright, you win..." Danny said, beginning to stroke his cock in the urinal proper. Given his previous teasing, Danny began leaking pre almost immediately.
"Unhhhh.... why did I fight this?" Danny asked, as he surrendered himself more fully to the pleasure his penis was providing.
The warning bell sounded, telling everyone to finish things up and get to class.
Danny groaned, believing he was still a ways from climax. However, his cock belied him, and soon Danny felt his peak approaching.
Danny's groan was soon followed by a loud, eruptive moan as he came all over the urinal, his creamy white payload repainting its interior. Danny had to hold on to the wall as his knees buckled under the force of his release. Ironically, the urinal now looked better with his layer of ‘white wash’. But as he tried to flush it, he discovered that he should have probably used a stall, as his seed was now overflowing.
Unsure of what to do, he simply tried to back away from the mess he made, hoping it didn't get on him. As expected, now that he was also sexually relieved, his twelve-inch soft snake was much easier to work with and get back into his pants, which now were down on the floor. Noticing this, Danny grumbled. His steps became more of a shuffle in hopes to avoid giving the floor a nice taste of his ass.
Reaching down to his ankles still proved to be a chore with his bulky muscles getting in the way, but Danny finally managed to grab his pants, pull them up over his meaty thighs, and shove his dick in, just as the second bell rang.
Danny groaned again, knowing he'd be late for his next class. He turned around to grab his jacket -- but it seemed to be missing.
"Where's my jacket?" Danny asked to no one in particular, growing further agitated.
Knowing that he was already late, he decided to keep looking, checking under the counter. Nothing. He checked the stalls to see if he hung it up. Nothing. And he knew he was wearing it when he walked in. So that left only one option. Someone must have taken it while he was... busy.
Danny tried to figure out who could've stolen his jacket. He hadn't pissed off too many people today, which meant there was only one probable culprit. Upon thinking of him, Danny growled in discontent.
Well, there was nothing to it. He had to get to class.
Marching out of the bathroom, he stomped his way to his next period. His black shirt snugly showing off his chiseled features as they rocked back and forth with each stride.
As Danny arrived at class, he felt weirdly exposed without his jacket. As if it was a part of him that was missing. His arms, while presented in powerful relief, almost felt cold.
Danny tried to shake off the weird thoughts for now as he took his seat in class.
"So nICE of you to joooiiin us Mr. Baxter. Your tardiness will be placed on the record of course." The tall scrawny women at the front of the class warbled in a mocking voice. "Seeing as how everyone else has a lab partner, it looks like you will have to be partners with Fenton. Head over to your station, and get ready to dissect your cadaver."
As Danny arrived at class, he felt weirdly exposed without his jacket. As if it was a part of him that was missing. His arms, while presented in powerful relief, almost felt cold.
Danny tried to shake off the weird thoughts for now as he took his seat in class.
"So nICE of you to joooiiin us Mr. Baxter. Your tardiness will be placed on the record of course." The tall scrawny women at the front of the class warbled in a mocking voice. "Seeing as how everyone else has a lab partner, it looks like you will have to be partners with Fenton. Head over to your station, and get ready to dissect your cadaver."
Fenton? Danny looked around and found that indeed, across the room was skinny Dash. If they didn't bite each other's heads off by the end of the period, it would be a miracle.
Dash also looked aghast, and even clenched the scalpel tighter, as though to ward off Danny's ire.
Danny sighed. "Let's get this over with," he uttered, an aloofness coming off him and directed towards Dash.
Dash edged away from Danny, and glowered at him.
Danny wasn't exactly overjoyed to be working with Dash either, and they exchanged little interaction at first.
The teacher continued to drone on, giving her instructions on what part of the body to cut open or remove next. But both Danny and Dash were silent.
The moments ticked by, until finally, Dash spoke up. "So?"
"So what?"
"When are you going to explain why I'm puny? And why you have all that muscle? And... everything?"
"Oh..." Danny responded, donning a frown. "That."
"Yeah. That. I know you had something to do with ruining my life. What. Did. You. Do?"
"Well," Danny explained, "First off, I'm happy to know I've ruined your life. But second, it wasn't exactly my fault."
"You're happy you ruined my life?! What did I ever do to you?" Dash growled, trying not to raise his voice, and avoid attracting the teachers attention.
"You know exactly all the things you did to me, Dash," Danny continued, also trying to keep his voice down. "And that's why I'm happy.""Well," Danny explained, "First off, I'm happy to know I've ruined your life. But second, it wasn't exactly my fault."
"You're happy you ruined my life?! What did I ever do to you?" Dash growled, trying not to raise his voice, and avoid attracting the teachers attention.
"Like what?" Dash truly seemed to be oblivious.
"All the times you've shoved me into a locker, given me wedgies, dunked my head in the toilet, forced me to eat disgusting things, when you ate a burrito and farted in my face, that one time you hung me up on the flagpole..."
Danny was ready to continue rattling off Dash's various incidents. Instead, however, he stopped and lifted his arm onto the table, then curled his massive bicep. "I think this... is acceptable payback."
"Oh, that." Dash looked at the arm longingly, like seeing an old friend with an ex. "Look, how did this happen? How did you go from dweeb to rocking that hard body overnight? And why do I keep having weird memories about your parents’ basement?"
"Well, I may have accidentally made a wish..." Danny explained.
"How do you 'accidentally' make a wish?" Dash asked, seemingly not buying it.
"Well, I didn't know I was making a wish, but apparently I was."
"That sounds so lame, Fen-turd."
"It's what happened, okay?" Danny insisted. "Anyway, I woke up this morning and I had this awesome body. Apparently... you and I have switched lives."
"What?!" Dash was caught by surprise. "But I don't wanna be you, Fen-turd! You're supposed to be Fen-turd!"
"Ah-hem! Is there something the two of you would like to share with the rest of the class?"
Dash and Danny both spoke in chorus, "No Mrs. Goolsby."
"Good, then maybe the two of you would like to explain the next step?"
Everyone's attention was now focused on Dash and Danny. More accurately, Danny.
Danny tried to play off -- or at least play up -- the fact that the class' eyes were on him. Dash looked on disapprovingly, as if he would handle the situation differently. But those muscles weren't his anymore, he reminded himself; at least not for right now.
Dash stood there, watching Danny sweat. Then he stated under his breath, "Jeeze, even with all the muscle, you can't be cool..."
He goes to 'reach' for the frog, but flips it stealthily across the room, yelling, "AHH GHOST FROG!"
The frog flies through the air, and hits a girl in the face, causing her to scream. Suddenly everything descended into pandemonium as students were running around screaming, frogs were flying, and the teacher had disappeared.
The chaos and ruckus spilled out of the classroom, drawing other classrooms’ attention. Kids could be seen looking out windows to see what was going on as teachers tried to wrangle their wayward wards.
Danny sighed in relief at Dash's diversion, as it took the attention off of him. He didn't think he deserved a 'thank you', however; he'd have to do a lot more to deserve one of those.
Suddenly he feels a boney finger poke him. "Hey, you still need to finish explaining. How do we fix this?"
"I don't know," Danny explained. "All I know is that after today, I'm going to be stuck as you and you're going to be stuck as me. I guess it's not the best ending, but..." Danny looked down towards his muscular new body once again, then back to Dash, a somewhat menacing grin on his face. "I guess I could get used to it..."
Dash actually smirked, "Heh, not from what I've seen. Besides, I didn't peg you as the kind of guy to sell out your parents just to be something you're not. I may want mine back, but I can tell that yours are good people. You'd really give that up?"
Dash was, admittedly, right. He would miss his parents if he let this wish lapse. The fact his new parents were already threatening punishment when he got home added extra incentive.
"I..." Danny struggled to answer the question honestly.
Then a faint blue wisp escaped from Dash's lips, and he shuddered slightly. "Dang, why is it so cold at school today?"
"I don't know," Danny explained. "All I know is that after today, I'm going to be stuck as you and you're going to be stuck as me. I guess it's not the best ending, but..." Danny looked down towards his muscular new body once again, then back to Dash, a somewhat menacing grin on his face. "I guess I could get used to it..."
Dash actually smirked, "Heh, not from what I've seen. Besides, I didn't peg you as the kind of guy to sell out your parents just to be something you're not. I may want mine back, but I can tell that yours are good people. You'd really give that up?"
Dash was, admittedly, right. He would miss his parents if he let this wish lapse. The fact his new parents were already threatening punishment when he got home added extra incentive.
"I..." Danny struggled to answer the question honestly.
Then a faint blue wisp escaped from Dash's lips, and he shuddered slightly. "Dang, why is it so cold at school today?"
Danny froze as he saw the breath escape from Dash’s lips. He knew they had swapped lives, but he didn't know Desiree had done so that completely. That wisp meant that Dash had Danny's ghost powers too. Upon that realization, Danny was truly worried about what this wish entailed. He didn't trust Dash with life as a half-ghost hero. Not looking to give anything away, Danny played along.
"Yeah, it is kinda cold in here today... I wish I had my jacket," Danny replied, stating a partial truth.
"Your jacket? Who's name does it say on the back?" Dash glared at Danny wryly.
"Uhh... It says..." Danny hadn't really noticed, but he could make a guess. "I guess it says 'Baxter', since I'm becoming you..."
"Bro, seriously!? Man, and they called me a dumb jock..." Dash shakes his head as he walks to the other side of the empty room.
He rounds on Danny, "Look, what do I have to do to get my life back? Do I have to be... yuck... nice to you? Give you cool lessons?"
"Both of those things would help," Danny said slyly, "Given the position you're in." Danny then got serious. "But I don't even know if it's possible..."
"What do you mean Fenton?"
"I don't know if there's any way to reverse this wish, Dash," Danny explained. "So... even if I wanted to... I don't know how or if I could give you your old life back."
"There must be somebody that can help us! Couldn't we just wish back? Or how about that goth girlfriend of yours? She seems smart and spooky enough. Or, what about Phantom! He's a ghost, he could help us!"
It would've been a good idea, Danny thought, if Dash himself wasn't Phantom. Therefore, given Danny wasn't going to tell him about that, he decided to focus on Sam.
"We're not..." Danny moved on. "Yeah, Sam would definitely know something about this. But she's your friend now... Given how she's dealt with you in the past, I don't know if she'd want to see me like this."
"Dude! That's part of the problem! I don't know how to deal with her. In either case, she's Fenton's friend. So Fenton needs to talk to her."
"Yeah, but I'm not exactly completely Fenton looking like this! Assuming I'm totally becoming you, one look at me and she's going to chase me off."
"We'll hide you behind a curtain or something. There's gotta be a way to get her to give you a chance. Like a secret only the two of you know, or something."
"... I'll think of something," Danny agreed.
"Good, cause I know none of my old friends would be any help."
"But if this actually works, things are gonna have to change between you and me," Danny insisted.
Dash groans, "Fiiiinnnneeee, what do you want Fen-tur-!.... Fenton?"
"For starters, you have to stop using me as your human punching bag."
"Okay, cool. Let's go."
Dash tried to hurry things along before Danny could ask for more. “Not so fast Dash, you’re not getting out of this that easy. I want you to get the rest of your friends to stop picking on me. In fact, you and your pals needs to leave my friends alone too.”
“Anything else?” Dash growled through gritted teeth.
“Yeah,” Danny said, studying his big bicep while he flexed it in his tight sleeve, “I want you to help me build this body -- or better -- in our timeline. And not just a little, but as full gym partners. You need to be encouraging and helpful, not condescending. Deal?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really, but I think I’m being fair. Deal?” Danny held out his large powerful hand.
“Deal,” Dash took Danny’s hand, noticing how small his was now.
When he tried to pull away, he found Danny’s iron grip holding him in place, “And, you understand, if you stab me in the back, I’ll find that ghost again and really wish for this.”
Dash paled, seeing that Danny was dead serious.
Danny gets to the large room, and immediately turns to head through the double doors leading to the gym lockers, and the showers. Inside, the geeks, nerds, and other more socially awkward members of the student body are quiet as they try to avoid attention.
Meanwhile, once passing through the same double doors, the jocks seem to regain their jovial attitudes, as they gather together laughing and joking and socializing. Each one in various different states of undressing, and changing over to their gym clothes.
Danny stood outside the doors, looking on at his fellow jocks with concern. He wasn't as comfortable as they were at seemingly undressing in front of each other without a care, yet he knew he'd intimidate the other boys in the room if he changed with them. For the first time today, Danny felt truly stuck. And for the second time today, he wondered if being a jock would be all he thought it would be.
A familiar voice suddenly speaks up from behind Danny, "Baxter! How you doing man! More importantly, what are you doing out here? The king isn't known for being shy."
Suddenly, before Danny can turn around, a large hand pushes the jock through the doors into the crowd of naked guys.
Thrust into the locker room, Danny had no choice but to join his jock teammates. Danny tried to stay calm and keep his cool as he took his shirt off, putting his body on display. His attractive build would've put him at ease were he alone, but the effect was seriously lessened in front of the other jocks. He listened in on the other jocks' conversations, trying to follow along, but he couldn't overcome his own self-consciousness.
A large figure sidles up next to him, probably the only person that could dwarf Danny's physique. That same familiar voice speaks up, "Come on man, you're not known for your modesty. And with a body like yours, no one blames you."
Looking over next to him, Danny can see the huge figure stripping off his own clothes, revealing a gargantuan muscular body underneath the layers of fabric. Eventually, the fabric of a shirt is pulled away, revealing the face of Kwan. His Asian best friend smiled down at him warmly. The jock in front of him had to be at least double the size that Danny remembers him being!
"Oh, hi Kwan," Danny said, then double-checked himself. "How's it going?" he added, more of a slick enthusiasm in his voice. He was hoping his fakery would be enough to fool him.
"You doing all right Dan? You missed practice this morning, everybody's worried about you. Usually you're the first one on the field." Kwan looked genuinely concerned, "The other guys are saying you were banging a chick, and that's why you're late. I hope that's not true. You know how coach likes us to focus that energy on the game."
His gambit didn't pay off. Kwan was one of the more discerning members of the team, Danny remembered, and that's why they were best friends. Wait -- best friends with Kwan? To a growing part of him, it all sounded perfectly normal, but the rest of Danny was getting worried about how far down his mind was sinking. But he had to keep his composure. Right now especially.
"I'm just having an off day so far, Kwan," Danny tried to seem honest. "But I think I'll be alright for the game tonight."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Danny began to chastise himself in his head over his inadvertent admission of uncertainty.
"Dude. It's okay, we all get nervous before a big game. Just don't forget, you're the team captain, and everybody else needs to think that you are in control at all times." By now the Kwan has stripped down, and Danny can see that his muscles aren't the only things that are huge. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like Kwan was competing with him in more ways than one.
Kwan and Danny were the two biggest players on the team. Danny's mind recalled their occasional competitions to see who could put on more muscle in a week; the two traded the crown between each other regularly. But Danny knew one thing that he often gloated about; he was just a few inches bigger than Kwan below the belt. The difference was easier to spot hard than soft, but knowing it was there gave Danny some pride.
The final tidbit sent a chill of fear through him. He was already worried about Coach Greaves from hearing about him earlier; knowing he was in a bad mood only made things worse. Danny followed not far behind Kwan out of the locker room and into the gym, physically prepared but mentally a mess.
"BAXTER, get in line with the rest of the meat heads! Or do you want to be late for ANOTHER class!?"
Danny briefly entertained the coach's words, but he soon came to a snap realization. Danny knew this feeling, and he had dealt with it before. He realized that a ghost was trying to exert control over him. It was still instinctive for Danny, though he couldn't come up with who the ghost was or how it was happening; it was still hard to think with the limited amount of oxygen he was getting. Then, Danny eked out another thought: What if that was the point?
Stuck on the exercise equipment with no easy or subtle way out, Danny managed to construct a weak plan. If it didn't outright save him, it would at least help him survive.
I'm... not... a meathead... Danny thought. I'm not... stupid!
Danny devoted what mental focus he could spare to repeating such self-affirmations, hoping it would counteract at least some of the ghostly influence.
Danny could feel his muscles swelling as he resisted losing himself in the motions of the exercise, the bliss of the pump trying to cloud his thoughts. With each compound movement he could feel his muscles pumping bigger, particularly his ass and pecs. The fabric of his gym clothes continued to stretch tighter and tighter over his physique, his butt filling out his shorts with each squat, his shirt ballooning as his pecs grew from each pushup. Soon he could hear a stretching noise as the fabric began to protest from the strain. Then a moment later, the sound of popping and tearing could be heard as the seat of Danny’s shorts split in the middle of a squat! His butt swelled out behind him, the impressive globes full and round with solid mounds of muscle.
"I like you Danny, I really do," Coach Greaves said, his voice still clear.
Danny could feel the weight of his body pushing himself down, and the mass of his muscles pressing against each other, fighting for space. Another ripping sound could be heard from his sleeves as his bulging arms swelled; followed shortly by a split in his sweat-stained shirt revealing the deep cleavage of his vast, pumped-up pecs. Danny felt like a thick balloon, blowing up with muscle.
"But I've come too far for you to screw everything up by doing something stupid. If you keep doing stupid things like missing practice, I'll make sure that stupid things are all you can do."
Upon those words, Danny's mind suddenly cleared, and Baxter began to worry about just how close he was to losing everything he's been working for.
"It's time for your recovery kid. Switch back to a cool down, and then take an ice bath."
Once again the coach did the prep work. Setting the next machine, re-racking the weights, and prepping the ice. He also gradually switched the machine over to a surplus of oxygen.
"This will speed up your recovery time, but you'll still need to eat plenty of my special blend of gruel. Finish your cool down, and then get in the bath."
Danny felt relieved as he began to breathe normally again. The influx of air was strangely refreshing; so much so that he seemed not to notice (or care) that he was about to be eating disgusting-sounding mush. Still in relief, he walked up to the large tub filled with ice water. As he stared at his beefy reflection through the floating ice cubes, Danny wondered how exactly he was going to get in.
"...Well, what are you waiting for?" Coach Greaves asked Danny after a considerable amount of dumbfounded standing in front of the massive basin.
Not looking to leave the coach waiting on one hand, and looking to keep up what appearances were left on the other, Danny peeled off his tight, sweat-soaked shirt and took a cautious step into the water. Danny reeled at the frigid temperatures, but tried to keep his visible struggles to a minimum as he attempted to tough it out and stuck his other leg in.
Nodding in satisfaction, Couch Greaves reached for something in a fridge. "Make sure to submerge your whole body for at least six minutes. You want to flush all the leptins out, and get fresh blood pumping as fast as possible."
The coach then set three protein shaker bottles next to the tub, each one filled to the brim with a clumpy grey goo that looked like extra runny oatmeal.
"I expect you to drink all of it." He glares at the jock with a no-nonsense glint in his eye. "Then, get cleaned up, and head to lunch."
The slop contained in the bottles looked particularly unappetizing. Danny almost wanted to throw up, but he managed to hold down his gag reflex. In the spirit of toughing it out, and also given he felt he had little choice in the matter, Danny sunk further into the chilly water. He had a similar reaction as his first step, but given he had already partly stepped in, it was more subdued. The eyes of the coach seeming to burn into him, Danny sank his torso, and soon enough his chest, into the icy depths, trying to stave off some of the more visible bodily reactions to such a plunge. Danny believed it needed to look like he's been through this before, and he thought he was doing at least a somewhat decent job of that. Neck-deep, Danny sat in the icy water, waiting for the time to pass.
"Good. I'm going to go check on the other students."
The large man stomped his way out of the weight room, and gradually Danny could hear his heavy footsteps recede. He was now alone, in the cold.
A moment later a loud shrill whistle blast could be heard! And then Coach Greaves’ equally loud voice! "Hey! I thought I told you all to split the team evenly!? Get your asses to the showers! Except you Kwan."
By himself, Danny had no choice but to be alone with his thoughts, and the disgusting gruel. Surprisingly, his hunger overrode his gag reflex, and he found himself chugging the gross drink.
Danny tried to not think too much about the gunk he was guzzling down his throat, and just hoped he could finish off the three bottles as soon as possible. Surprisingly, it made the cafeteria food he was set to eat next seem delicious.
Somewhat surprisingly, Danny was able to tune out everything going on right now -- the glop, the ice bath, his body -- and actually think. And in this brief window, he had an opportunity to start putting the pieces of this gym period together.
To a part of Danny, the coach seemed a little insane, though his developing jock side was used to the coach's intense and unorthodox regimens. Before he could probe into why he wasn't so alarmed, he came to another realization: assuming Danny and the coach were the only two people in the room during this intense training session, and Danny felt ghostly energy intruding the workout, it must have meant that Coach Greaves was, somehow, a ghost. Danny didn't seem to understand exactly how that could be, but it was the only plausible thing he could think of. With this in mind, Danny concluded that he'd have to be suspicious of the coach. He then remembered that thanks to his wish, he didn't have his ghost powers -- Dash did. Even if he could prove that Coach Greaves was a ghost, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Despite his sheer physical brawn, Danny realized that, for the first time in a very long time, he felt truly powerless.
After some time in the icy tub, the water began to feel less and less shocking to his system. And, looking up, Danny realized that his time in the frigid bath was already over. Standing up, the water flowed off his massive frame, revealing how tight his skin was stretched over his solid muscles. He looked like he was saran-wrapped, and his muscles looked even bigger than they did before gym class. How was that even possible!? In fact, the only thing that looked like it had shrunk was his junk.
He climbed out of the tub, and tried to tug his sweaty gym shirt on. The fabric seemed even tighter than before, and was rough on his perky nipples, which were fully erect due to the cold. Deciding it was too much, he opted to go shirtless as he swaggered his way to the locker rooms, hoping the heat would return things to normal...
Once there, Danny found Kwan and Coach waiting for him at his open locker. Everyone else had left.
"Hey coach, hey Kwan," Danny replied coolly, as if nothing had happened; the only indication something did was Danny's even bigger, soaking-wet body.
Kwan looked really upset, like he had to snitch on who stole the cookies from the pantry or something. "I'm sorry Dan, he made me open your locker."
The coach stepped in front of Kwan, "Baxter, where is your letterman?"
Danny was surprised at the two guys' reaction to the theft of his jacket. Though, admittedly, now he was thinking about it again, his arms still felt bare without it.
"Someone stole it while I was in the bathroom earlier," Danny replied honestly, standing his ground , seeming unaffected; he didn't exactly understand why coach was getting worked up over it.
"And you just let them?" He cocks an eyebrow at how nonchalant Danny is about this. "What does that say about you? About the team? Or our school?"
The coach shrugs his shoulders, feigning a whimsical whatever attitude, and speaks in a singsong voice. "’Oh, who cares how hard Baxter worked to earn that jacket? Nobody works hard for anything at Casper High. We can just take whatever we want from the football team, they're a bunch of pansies!’ NO!!" the coach yells, slamming a fist into a locker, denting it. "Those jackets are a symbol! Of this team’s hard work. Of its strength and brotherhood. And anyone who disrespects it is disrespecting everything it represents! Who took it?"
"I'm pretty sure it was Dash!" Danny replied, feigning emotion in his statement. He was only somewhat taking this seriously, but he felt like he understood what the jacket represented. What coach said seemed right.
Slapping his forehead, the coach looks exasperated, "FENTON!? You let Fenton take your jacket!? That's just adding insult to injury!"
He then thrust a big sausage finger at Danny's broad powerful heavy chest, "Alright Dan, what are you going to do about this?"
"Well, I've gotta go after him and get it back!" Danny replied matter-of-factly, giving the answer he thought coach wanted to hear. Admittedly, he somewhat believed it, and perhaps, he thought, he'd be able to get some payback along the way.
The coach had a dumbfounded look on his face, as if to say, 'is that it?'
Kwan stepped up next to Danny, trying to awkwardly fill in the gaps, "A-and make Fenton pay! I'm sure my man Dan here has some crazy wicked ideas on how to get that dweeb back! Like sending him up a flagpole, or flushing him half way down a toilet! Right Dan-meister?"
"Ohhh yeah! You know it!" Danny concurred. How did I forget that part? Danny thought. "Don't worry about Fenton; I'll make sure he won't ever take my jacket again..."
Coach Greaves slammed his palm against Danny's locker, making both jocks flinch, "Oh you better do more than that.... I expect you to beat the tar out of that scrawny thief, and make sure the rest of the crew can see you do it. And if you don't..."
The big man gets up in Danny's face, where he can see the blood vessels pulsing on his forehead and neck, "I'll not only demote you from team captain, I'll also demote Kwan to one of the practice assistants. Am I clear?"
Danny was legitimately scared, and worried about his position on the team. His thoughts turned to himself: If he lost his spot as top jock, Danny thought, his whole wish, as much as it was accidental, would be ruined. And, he figured, he'd finally have a chance to give Dash a piece of his mind; doing it in front of the jocks would only make revenge taste sweeter.
"You know? It would be my pleasure..." Danny said with a mischievous grin.
Coach Greaves smiles, looking fatherly as he claps a big paw on Danny's broad shoulder, but there is a wicked glint behind the grin. "That's more like it. Show that little stain who's top dog."
The bell rings, signaling the end of the period. Danny only had about 15 minutes before lunch started. The coach starts to leave, stopping for a moment, "And Baxter, if you don't do the job, watch your back boy..."
After Kwan and the coach left, Danny exited the locker room, feeling both a little scared and strangely empowered. While he felt a little conflicted, those concerns were largely drowned out by a burgeoning desire for payback on Dash. Given there was still time before lunch, Danny decided to start looking for the runt.
Danny stepped out the double doors, the bright sun warming his black shirt as it was stretched over his chest, and momentarily blinded him. Leaning against a pillar, Kwan was waiting for him holding a letterman jacket in his hand. He looked extremely worried, his face pale, and a cold sweat across his forehead.
"What's wrong, Kwan?" Danny asked as he approached. "And what's that in your hand?"
"Coach wanted you to wear this spare letterman, at least till you got your stolen one back." Kwan held out the jacket, it was worn, dirty, torn in a few places, and had the stitched letters from an old name removed. From the discoloration, Danny could still make out 'Strom'.
Realizing whose jacket it used to be dulled Danny's spirits further, though part of him couldn't understand why. "Thanks, Kwan," Danny replied.
"Don't thank me, you heard what he said? He'll make me a training assistant! That's worse than Fenton. I'll be little more than a dumb punching bag! Don't you remember what happened to Strom? Or the others?"
Danny was worried for Kwan, and while he still didn't fully understand, he decided to let that feeling help drive his response. Putting the jacket on, it seemed a couple sizes too small, as if it were made for someone much less built than Danny was.
"I don't want that to happen to you," Danny answered.
"Well it will if you don't follow coach's orders." Kwan looked worried, but also slightly annoyed that Danny seemed to be feeling disinterested in the consequences he'd have to pay.
"Don't worry, Kwan," Danny stated, giving his voice an edge, "I'll make sure that punk gets what's coming to him."
"Alright man. You're the captain, and I trust you." He gives Danny's shoulder a punch, and starts running towards the cafeteria. "C'mon man! I'm starving! We gotta feed these muscles!"
After that, Kwan starts powering towards where the food is.
"I'll be there in a little bit," Danny answered. "I've got to find my jacket."
Danny began to head in the opposite direction of Kwan, hoping to at least get his jacket back without much fuss.
The jock began searching the halls for Dash, who he hoped still had his jacket. He wasn't completely sure what would happen once he found him, however.
"Danny! What are you doing out here? Usually everyone is having lunch by now." A familiar girl’s voice spoke up from down the hall, and turning to see who it is, Danny could easily recognize the long reddish hair flowing towards him.
Jazz quickly walked up to Danny, carrying her books, and stopped in front of him slightly out of breath. "Did your jacket shrink in the wash? Or are you wearing a smaller one? Is this some sort of attempt to look bigger? If so, I'll need to add it to my thesis about body ego."
"No!" Danny replied. "Your brother stole my jacket!" he blurted.
"What? I know Dash was mad at you for threatening him, but he knows better than to steal something that doesn't belong to him. Did something else happen?" She eyed Danny suspiciously.
"He's been acting... differently today," Danny replied, trying not to admit the actual 'something else' that had happened to both Dash and himself. "I think he would do it now."
"Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's go ask him. But, you're not going to beat him up are you?" She looks at Danny with deep empathetic eyes, almost begging him to promise her. "I know he irritates you, but I can't help but think you just lash out at him because of other frustrations in your life. I really think you are a good person Danny. Particularly today. Dash isn't the only one acting... different."
"Uh, well..." Despite no longer being related to her, she still managed to know exactly what he was thinking. "I just want my jacket back right now, honestly," he reiterated, continuing to omit his promise to the other jocks.
"Alright." Her smile genuinely beams at him. "If that's all you're going to do, then I will be happy to help you. And who knows, maybe if Dash wants a letterman jacket so bad, he could have that small one you're wearing. It would do him good to get into a sport, and make some more friends."
She turns, and bounces off down the hall, leading Danny towards his old locker when he was Fenton.
Danny chuckled nervously. "I wouldn't be so sure," he explained, following behind her.
The two round a corner, where they see Dash pulling some stuff out of his locker. Once again, he's alone, and looks like he's still sulking. "Dash! Dash, do you have a moment?"
Dash looks up, a bit of shock on his face that changes to annoyance when he sees Jazz. Then his face goes dark when he sees Danny behind her. He seems to struggle with his words, like chewing on a bad-tasting piece of gristle, "What do you want... sis?"
"Danny was looking for you, he says you took his letterman jacket without asking, and he wants it back. He said he wasn't mad, and isn't going to retaliate. So this is a great chance to tell us if you took it." She glances over her shoulder as if to reiterate Danny's promise.
"Well, it looks like he's got a jacket on right there." Dash says defensively.
"Dashiell Fenton...." Jazz says, getting a warning tone in her voice that sounded just like their mother.
"Fiiiiinnnnee. Just don't call me that!" Dash rolls his eyes in exasperation. He looks at Danny pointedly, "I'll talk if he promises not to beat me up."
Pushed into an awkward position, Danny hesitates. "Uh, yeah, sure," he spits out without much emotion or intent.
"So you won't beat me up? And you won't let your friends beat me up either?" Dash eyes him suspiciously.
"Um... it's complicated," Danny explained honestly.
"That doesn't sound like a yes." Dash looked like he knew what Danny was trying to do, most likely because it's exactly what he would have done when their positions were reversed in their previous lives.
"You would understand if I talked with you alone," Danny urged, growing irked at how complicated even this situation had become.
"Alright, the two of you need to get along. Danny, you promised me that you and your friends wouldn't hurt Dash. So Dash, that should be good enough for you. I think that we can trust Danny, he only wants his jacket back." Jazz said, stepping between them and vouching for Danny.
Danny didn't know why Jazz was sticking up for him, but at this point, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Well, you better hurry. Lunch break is almost over, and the teachers will be back soon." Kwan glanced around with concern.
Despite his outward confidence, and the reassurances he was giving Kwan, Danny didn't know if he had it in him to do it. Before he had caught up with him earlier, it seemed simple revenge was easy. Now, however, things were getting complicated. And, for some reason, annoying.
"Hey Dan! You're in luck! The little wimp is walking right up to us!" Kwan stated, knocking Danny out of his inner turmoil. Sure enough, Dash was skulking over to the two muscular teens, trying to look like everything was normal.
"Uh... Hey, Danny, that person we were talking about is -- HEY!!" In the middle of Dash's sentence, Kwan grabs him under the arms, and effortlessly hoists him in the air. Holding Dash in front of his broad powerful chest, Kwan simply stands with a vicious grin on his face. The scrawny kid looks like a boxing mat, his kicking legs several feet off the ground.
"I've got him for you Dan! Now go ahead and tenderize him!"
"Trust me, Dash, this is gonna hurt..." Danny began, seemingly normally. His tone then changed to something more devious. "But I still think you deserve it."
Danny stretched his arms first, just so Dash could get an eyeful of his bulging biceps flexing in and out. Interlocking his hands together, he then cracked his knuckles; each pop a firm, rough sound, merely hinting at the power lying within. Now that Danny was all good and warmed up, he quietly reaffirmed his intentions by throwing a fist into his other palm a few times, each thunderous slap timed almost as if it were an ironic slow clap.
Dash had never been in this position before, the scrawny runt about to get pummeled. At least not in a long time. And he had no idea what to expect from Danny, whom despite their talk just earlier, still seemed bent on revenge. Were he not on the receiving end, he would almost find the anger admirable, in a twisted sort of way.
Wham!
Before he could even prepare himself, Dash was rocked by a painful gut punch. The impact caused him to throw his head back, and gave him a queasy feeling, like he was about to barf all over Danny. Already spittle was dripping from his mouth.
The sight of Dash getting pummeled caused the entire cafeteria to go quiet; all eyes are now on him, Kwan, and Danny. Most of the students are watching to see what happens next; some look aghast, others look thrilled.
Now burdened with an audience, Danny knew there was no turning back now. The eyes of the whole cafeteria -- and most glaringly, his fellow jocks -- burning into him, he knew there was only one way out of this alive: finishing the job.
Dash felt like all of Danny's strength had been channeled into that one punch. Little did he know how wrong he was.
Whap!
Danny sent another fist flying to Dash's face. The jerk of his head as it took the impact was awfully visceral. He spared Dash's teeth, but he'd probably still be sore there for the rest of the day.
"FIGHT! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The chanting started as students stopped what they were doing, and began gathering around to watch the spectacle. Kwan let go of Dash, now that he knew there was no escape for the half-pint. Intermingling with the crowd, Danny can see several of his jock friends, egging him and the crowd on. They were also making sure that Dash couldn't escape, and preventing anyone from coming to his rescue.
Dash stood up wobbly, trying to get his bearings back after being pummeled so hard. Already bruises were starting to form on his face.
Danny's face briefly changed from malice to fear as the crowd cried for blood. He wondered if Dash knew -- or could even comprehend, given how hard he had just hit him -- that, despite what it looked like, part of him felt trapped too.
However, the developing jock in him was trying to remind his other half of all the times he was in Dash's current position, hoping to rekindle the anger he had harbored during their first meeting earlier in the morning -- back when Danny looked primed to pummel the little twerp. It even suggested a move for him -- simply kneeing Dash. Whether it ended in a gut-shot or a nut-shot, it was guaranteed to hurt.
As the pressure of the cafeteria's expectations continued to sap any resolve Danny had for actually beating up his former tormentor, the jock side of Danny continued to work overtime to try and counteract it. And it seemed that, ever so slowly, the jock side was winning.
His objections already reduced to empty, useless anguish, Danny forwarded his knee and hoped for Dash's midsection.
Surprisingly, Dash not only took the shot Square in the gut, but actually seemed to have aimed for it to land there. He held his stomach, groaning in pain as he spit up bile all over the floor. A moment later he wiped his mouth, and forced himself to stand back up, looking at Danny as if to ask, 'that all you got?'
A moment later, that look vanished, replaced by one of confusion. Dash could tell that Danny hit him with everything he had, and yet it didn't feel like it hurt. How could he be so tough?
Seeing Dash barf right in front of him was enough to make Danny concerned for just how badly he had been hurting him. But he couldn't just take Dash and run; not only would it ruin Danny's own apparent image, but it would also come at the cost of Kwan. It was a short-term expediency for long-term detriment, jock Danny argued, and therefore, the math didn't work out. The best Danny could do to save his skin was to make the fight as short as possible without raising suspicions that Danny was going easy on Dash or giving him leniency. Exactly what that meant, or how much more torment that would entail, was unknown to both dueling sides of Danny's mind. He would still have to put on a good show, but he'd also have to try and signal to Dash he wasn't feeling it without giving it away to anyone else.
Without a better option, or any of the specifics of that meticulous game plan he just came up with figured out yet, Danny took aim for Dash's side.
Danny's swing connected with Dash, but it didn't hit his side, given Danny hadn’t accounted for the large discrepancy in their size. Being so much shorter than Danny now, the swing would have struck Dash's head unless Danny hunched over dramatically. Instead, his fist hit Dash's arm as he blocked the attack. It was a solid block, and surprisingly there was no give. Dash continued to stand defiantly, glaring at Danny with unexpected determination.
A second later, Dash took one wavering step forward towards Danny. Then another. Blood running down his cracked lip, and from a cut on his face, his arm already starting to bruise.
The crowd watched this seemingly one-sided fight in silence. And meanwhile, Baxter saw a look in Dash's eyes that he had never seen before. It was another Alpha, another person that was willing to stand up to him.
Fenton on the other hand could see something else, almost a statement of, 'this could be you'.
While part of Danny began to take pity, the more menacing side of him found Dash's struggle admirable, but futile. Even with Dash staggering towards him, he was struggling to find any sense of remorse. But in a more twisted way, the jock in Danny let Dash come and mount an attack; he knew it would be nothing for him, given the gulf of a size and power difference between them. It was a sick, vile ploy, hinging almost towards mercy; but with the crowd quiet, he had to do something to keep this from looking too bad. An underdog story, while cute, would likely not bode well for him.
The side of Danny that was still trying to care began to notice just how far removed his fists were becoming from his mind; his thought turning more cold and analytical than anything. Perhaps even for the jock in him this was becoming a chore. It seemed to be nothing but another game plan, hopefully well-executed, to achieve a favorable end. It seemed to give Danny a stunning understanding of how things like this worked; while sometimes the cause was unchecked anger, other times, it was a means to insulate the status quo.
Standing in front of Danny, Dash barely came up to his big chest, but the smaller teen took a defensive boxing stance in front of him anyways. A small wisp of blue mist escaping his lips unnoticed by the crowd.
Another voice seemed to speak up in the back of Danny's mind, asking why he was toying with this weakling?
While seeing Dash like this was almost cute to Danny the jock, it was also getting pretty annoying. Why couldn't he be through with him already? Usually, he recalled, he didn't make it this far, and there wasn't such an opportunity for Dash to react. But now, Danny looked out at the crowd beginning to murmur, and saw that this was slowly becoming an underdog tale; one that would tarnish his social stature for a while, even if it didn't ruin him outright. Danny would still let Dash take a swing, but this needed to end, fast.
Suddenly, fast as lightning, Dash punches Danny straight in the stomach! The blow should have glanced off his rock hard abs, causing the scrawny arm to cave from the impact, but instead the jab sent a sharp shooting pain past Danny's armor-like muscles.
"Yeah, it is kinda cold in here today... I wish I had my jacket," Danny replied, stating a partial truth.
"Your jacket? Who's name does it say on the back?" Dash glared at Danny wryly.
"Uhh... It says..." Danny hadn't really noticed, but he could make a guess. "I guess it says 'Baxter', since I'm becoming you..."
"Bro, seriously!? Man, and they called me a dumb jock..." Dash shakes his head as he walks to the other side of the empty room.
He rounds on Danny, "Look, what do I have to do to get my life back? Do I have to be... yuck... nice to you? Give you cool lessons?"
"Both of those things would help," Danny said slyly, "Given the position you're in." Danny then got serious. "But I don't even know if it's possible..."
"What do you mean Fenton?"
"I don't know if there's any way to reverse this wish, Dash," Danny explained. "So... even if I wanted to... I don't know how or if I could give you your old life back."
"There must be somebody that can help us! Couldn't we just wish back? Or how about that goth girlfriend of yours? She seems smart and spooky enough. Or, what about Phantom! He's a ghost, he could help us!"
It would've been a good idea, Danny thought, if Dash himself wasn't Phantom. Therefore, given Danny wasn't going to tell him about that, he decided to focus on Sam.
"We're not..." Danny moved on. "Yeah, Sam would definitely know something about this. But she's your friend now... Given how she's dealt with you in the past, I don't know if she'd want to see me like this."
"Dude! That's part of the problem! I don't know how to deal with her. In either case, she's Fenton's friend. So Fenton needs to talk to her."
"Yeah, but I'm not exactly completely Fenton looking like this! Assuming I'm totally becoming you, one look at me and she's going to chase me off."
"We'll hide you behind a curtain or something. There's gotta be a way to get her to give you a chance. Like a secret only the two of you know, or something."
"... I'll think of something," Danny agreed.
"Good, cause I know none of my old friends would be any help."
"But if this actually works, things are gonna have to change between you and me," Danny insisted.
Dash groans, "Fiiiinnnneeee, what do you want Fen-tur-!.... Fenton?"
"For starters, you have to stop using me as your human punching bag."
"Okay, cool. Let's go."
Dash tried to hurry things along before Danny could ask for more. “Not so fast Dash, you’re not getting out of this that easy. I want you to get the rest of your friends to stop picking on me. In fact, you and your pals needs to leave my friends alone too.”
“Anything else?” Dash growled through gritted teeth.
“Yeah,” Danny said, studying his big bicep while he flexed it in his tight sleeve, “I want you to help me build this body -- or better -- in our timeline. And not just a little, but as full gym partners. You need to be encouraging and helpful, not condescending. Deal?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really, but I think I’m being fair. Deal?” Danny held out his large powerful hand.
“Deal,” Dash took Danny’s hand, noticing how small his was now.
When he tried to pull away, he found Danny’s iron grip holding him in place, “And, you understand, if you stab me in the back, I’ll find that ghost again and really wish for this.”
Dash paled, seeing that Danny was dead serious.
Chapter 5
After the bell concluded the previous class, Danny and Dash got set to go their separate ways. Danny began to make his way to his next class, almost as though he's on autopilot. For the first time all day, most of the jocks are quiet and focused, as they all seem to be going to the same place: the gym.Danny gets to the large room, and immediately turns to head through the double doors leading to the gym lockers, and the showers. Inside, the geeks, nerds, and other more socially awkward members of the student body are quiet as they try to avoid attention.
Meanwhile, once passing through the same double doors, the jocks seem to regain their jovial attitudes, as they gather together laughing and joking and socializing. Each one in various different states of undressing, and changing over to their gym clothes.
Danny stood outside the doors, looking on at his fellow jocks with concern. He wasn't as comfortable as they were at seemingly undressing in front of each other without a care, yet he knew he'd intimidate the other boys in the room if he changed with them. For the first time today, Danny felt truly stuck. And for the second time today, he wondered if being a jock would be all he thought it would be.
A familiar voice suddenly speaks up from behind Danny, "Baxter! How you doing man! More importantly, what are you doing out here? The king isn't known for being shy."
Suddenly, before Danny can turn around, a large hand pushes the jock through the doors into the crowd of naked guys.
Thrust into the locker room, Danny had no choice but to join his jock teammates. Danny tried to stay calm and keep his cool as he took his shirt off, putting his body on display. His attractive build would've put him at ease were he alone, but the effect was seriously lessened in front of the other jocks. He listened in on the other jocks' conversations, trying to follow along, but he couldn't overcome his own self-consciousness.
A large figure sidles up next to him, probably the only person that could dwarf Danny's physique. That same familiar voice speaks up, "Come on man, you're not known for your modesty. And with a body like yours, no one blames you."
Looking over next to him, Danny can see the huge figure stripping off his own clothes, revealing a gargantuan muscular body underneath the layers of fabric. Eventually, the fabric of a shirt is pulled away, revealing the face of Kwan. His Asian best friend smiled down at him warmly. The jock in front of him had to be at least double the size that Danny remembers him being!
"Oh, hi Kwan," Danny said, then double-checked himself. "How's it going?" he added, more of a slick enthusiasm in his voice. He was hoping his fakery would be enough to fool him.
"You doing all right Dan? You missed practice this morning, everybody's worried about you. Usually you're the first one on the field." Kwan looked genuinely concerned, "The other guys are saying you were banging a chick, and that's why you're late. I hope that's not true. You know how coach likes us to focus that energy on the game."
His gambit didn't pay off. Kwan was one of the more discerning members of the team, Danny remembered, and that's why they were best friends. Wait -- best friends with Kwan? To a growing part of him, it all sounded perfectly normal, but the rest of Danny was getting worried about how far down his mind was sinking. But he had to keep his composure. Right now especially.
"I'm just having an off day so far, Kwan," Danny tried to seem honest. "But I think I'll be alright for the game tonight."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Danny began to chastise himself in his head over his inadvertent admission of uncertainty.
"Dude. It's okay, we all get nervous before a big game. Just don't forget, you're the team captain, and everybody else needs to think that you are in control at all times." By now the Kwan has stripped down, and Danny can see that his muscles aren't the only things that are huge. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like Kwan was competing with him in more ways than one.
Kwan and Danny were the two biggest players on the team. Danny's mind recalled their occasional competitions to see who could put on more muscle in a week; the two traded the crown between each other regularly. But Danny knew one thing that he often gloated about; he was just a few inches bigger than Kwan below the belt. The difference was easier to spot hard than soft, but knowing it was there gave Danny some pride.
"Bro? Are you going to change, or stare?"
And now, recalling it all made Danny a little uncomfortable as he learned more about his fellow jock than he ever wanted to know. Kwan's question snapped him out of recalling further details of their long-running friendship; Danny's eyes darted elsewhere. Specifically, to his pants, which he hadn't taken off yet. Danny unbuttoned his jeans and as he unzipped the fly, he wondered about just how badly he was bombing in this conversation right now.
A low whistle escapes Kwan's lips as he spoke softly, "DUDE! You went commando today!? Man, you must've had some release, cause there's no way you could’ve not made a mess otherwise. Who was she?"
"Well, it was certainly one heck of a release," Danny gloated, recalling all three of his previous ejaculations that morning. He worried about how to handle the question as to 'who', because he could hardly imagine how blissful sex would feel like with Danny's hefty monster. Just the thought of it was starting to get him going again...
"Woah, bro! She must of been something, just thinking about her is making someone happy. Was it that hot Mrs. Fenton? She's so badass..."
And with just one mention of Danny's (former?) mom, his slowly-burgeoning boner began to deflate. She may have been downright voluptuous, but until this morning, she was his mother; he didn't think of her that way.
"...No, it was not," Danny said, relaying what his cock hopefully hadn't already given away.
"Huh, strange. That wasn't what you were saying the other day.... Then who was it?" Kwan starts nudging Danny in the shoulder, while finishing getting dressed.
As Danny tried to figure out how to answer Kwan's question, he pulled out an unfamiliar garment out of his stuff: it was a jockstrap. It looked like a thong with the back cut off. It took an unusually lengthy amount of time for Danny to figure out how to put it on, but he managed to slide it on and pack his penis into the covered fabric. After that potentially embarrassing half-dead giveaway, Danny pulled up his far more familiar gym shorts, the jock creating a ridiculous bulge as it nestled into the well-stretched crotch. As the waistband snapped above his butt, Danny figured out a way to hopefully weasel his way out of this and further questions.
"She doesn't go here; you wouldn't know her."
"Come on man, I need details! I bet I would know her."
A shrill whistle fills the air from the main gym floor, signaling any stragglers to hurry up.
"No, you wouldn't!" Danny insisted as he put on his tank top, which despite covering up his midsection, put much of his upper body on display.
"Come on, Danny!" Kwan prodded. "You're usually so quick to brag..."
"Oh, fine!" Danny relented. "She was blonde, and beautiful, and... she had the biggest tits..."
A second whistle went off, signaling that it was time for gym class.
"Do you see this Kwan?" Danny reacted, peeved. "Now I've gotta get through gym-class semi-hard!"
"Hah! What else is new?" The big jock guffawed. He then suddenly stopped Danny, and looked real serious. "Before you get out there, be prepared; Coach Greaves was on the warpath this morning."
He then thundered out of the locker room.
And now, recalling it all made Danny a little uncomfortable as he learned more about his fellow jock than he ever wanted to know. Kwan's question snapped him out of recalling further details of their long-running friendship; Danny's eyes darted elsewhere. Specifically, to his pants, which he hadn't taken off yet. Danny unbuttoned his jeans and as he unzipped the fly, he wondered about just how badly he was bombing in this conversation right now.
A low whistle escapes Kwan's lips as he spoke softly, "DUDE! You went commando today!? Man, you must've had some release, cause there's no way you could’ve not made a mess otherwise. Who was she?"
"Well, it was certainly one heck of a release," Danny gloated, recalling all three of his previous ejaculations that morning. He worried about how to handle the question as to 'who', because he could hardly imagine how blissful sex would feel like with Danny's hefty monster. Just the thought of it was starting to get him going again...
"Woah, bro! She must of been something, just thinking about her is making someone happy. Was it that hot Mrs. Fenton? She's so badass..."
And with just one mention of Danny's (former?) mom, his slowly-burgeoning boner began to deflate. She may have been downright voluptuous, but until this morning, she was his mother; he didn't think of her that way.
"...No, it was not," Danny said, relaying what his cock hopefully hadn't already given away.
"Huh, strange. That wasn't what you were saying the other day.... Then who was it?" Kwan starts nudging Danny in the shoulder, while finishing getting dressed.
As Danny tried to figure out how to answer Kwan's question, he pulled out an unfamiliar garment out of his stuff: it was a jockstrap. It looked like a thong with the back cut off. It took an unusually lengthy amount of time for Danny to figure out how to put it on, but he managed to slide it on and pack his penis into the covered fabric. After that potentially embarrassing half-dead giveaway, Danny pulled up his far more familiar gym shorts, the jock creating a ridiculous bulge as it nestled into the well-stretched crotch. As the waistband snapped above his butt, Danny figured out a way to hopefully weasel his way out of this and further questions.
"She doesn't go here; you wouldn't know her."
"Come on man, I need details! I bet I would know her."
A shrill whistle fills the air from the main gym floor, signaling any stragglers to hurry up.
"No, you wouldn't!" Danny insisted as he put on his tank top, which despite covering up his midsection, put much of his upper body on display.
"Come on, Danny!" Kwan prodded. "You're usually so quick to brag..."
"Oh, fine!" Danny relented. "She was blonde, and beautiful, and... she had the biggest tits..."
A second whistle went off, signaling that it was time for gym class.
"Do you see this Kwan?" Danny reacted, peeved. "Now I've gotta get through gym-class semi-hard!"
"Hah! What else is new?" The big jock guffawed. He then suddenly stopped Danny, and looked real serious. "Before you get out there, be prepared; Coach Greaves was on the warpath this morning."
He then thundered out of the locker room.
The final tidbit sent a chill of fear through him. He was already worried about Coach Greaves from hearing about him earlier; knowing he was in a bad mood only made things worse. Danny followed not far behind Kwan out of the locker room and into the gym, physically prepared but mentally a mess.
"BAXTER, get in line with the rest of the meat heads! Or do you want to be late for ANOTHER class!?"
Danny was spooked into compliance by the gruff voice of the coach. Perhaps Dash was out of the picture now, but to Danny, this guy seemed eager to replace him.
The guy was wearing the usual coach outfit, grey sweatshirt, green sweatpants, jogging shoes, and a grey blue stocking cap that looked vaguely familiar. But, unlike most school coaches that had let themselves go, this guy was built like a brick house! Short powerful legs supported a distinctly broad muscular torso and thick arms. The sleeves were rolled up to show some thick hairy forearms, the neckline was stretched by his powerful chest to reveal some chest hair, and his square jaw clearly had some rough stubble. The man looked like he shaved with broken glass for the fun of it, and had a grimace to go with it. From under his stocking cap Danny could see a greasy, dirty blond ponytail.
He had a clipboard in one hand, and his whistle in the other.
The guy was wearing the usual coach outfit, grey sweatshirt, green sweatpants, jogging shoes, and a grey blue stocking cap that looked vaguely familiar. But, unlike most school coaches that had let themselves go, this guy was built like a brick house! Short powerful legs supported a distinctly broad muscular torso and thick arms. The sleeves were rolled up to show some thick hairy forearms, the neckline was stretched by his powerful chest to reveal some chest hair, and his square jaw clearly had some rough stubble. The man looked like he shaved with broken glass for the fun of it, and had a grimace to go with it. From under his stocking cap Danny could see a greasy, dirty blond ponytail.
He had a clipboard in one hand, and his whistle in the other.
"ALRIGHT YOU LAZY WANNABES! Since today is special, we're gonna have some fun, playing dodgeball. Except Baxter. You're coming with me."
"Huh?" Danny was concerned what the coach had in store for him due to missing practice.
"Yes, you Baxter," the coach replied, in a softer tone that sounded more annoyed than angry. He motioned for Danny to follow him, and that's what Danny did.
"Conner, take these kids through warm ups, and then you and Jackson are on separate teams. And keep it even numbers of meatheads on both sides..." Coach starts heading off towards another room in the back that Danny recognizes as the weight room
"Huh?" Danny was concerned what the coach had in store for him due to missing practice.
"Yes, you Baxter," the coach replied, in a softer tone that sounded more annoyed than angry. He motioned for Danny to follow him, and that's what Danny did.
"Conner, take these kids through warm ups, and then you and Jackson are on separate teams. And keep it even numbers of meatheads on both sides..." Coach starts heading off towards another room in the back that Danny recognizes as the weight room
Danny – or at least the Danny he was becoming, that was becoming an increasingly louder voice inside Danny's head – had been in this weight room a thousand times. He could probably point out where he threw his towel down two weeks ago. But today, for some reason, felt different, even for the jock in him. Rarely was Danny in this position with coach.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Coach's voice was soft and quiet, and Danny Baxter knew that was a warning sign of how angry the teacher was. Normally he was loud and gruff, full of bluster, but when he went quiet was when the whole team sat up, shut up, and paid attention.
"Where were you this morning? You're the team captain, and have a responsibility for the rest of the team. Instead you decided to goof off!? Do you like having that body!?"
"I wasn't goofing off, I swear!" Danny insisted, feeling the return of a fear he was all too familiar with and was hoping he'd never have to experience again. "I just overslept this morning," he continued, sticking to his half-true story.
The coach gives him a death glare. "Don't lie to me Dan, I've been training you long enough that I can see it written all over your face! Now you're going to have to do some Hell training and recovery if we're going to have you ready for the game tonight."
"First, strap on the heat pads, and warm up!"
The coach blew the whistle, compelling Danny to rush over to a container full of straps. Each strap had a chemical chamber that, when triggered, would cause it to warm up. These are placed on all the major muscles and joints to speed up the warmup. Danny grabs a bottle of the coach’s special supplement drink, and jumps on the elliptical! The first thing that hits Danny is the jalapeno mixed in the drink to give his metabolism a spike!
"FEEL THE BURN! You've got 10 minutes!"
Danny sighed in defeat. He really wasn't passing for a jock today. He knew that today wasn't going to matter if his wish went as planned, as he'd fit right in. But his thoughts were far away from fixing his wish at the moment; his main focus was getting through the coach's taxing workout.
"MOVE YOUR ASS BAXTER!!! DO YOU WANT TO BE LIKE FENTON!?"
Danny found it funny, at least in his head, that Dash was now the metaphor for wimpy runts. However, wondering what being on the receiving end of such jokes would feel like brought him right back to his own troubles, and almost made him feel sorry for Dash. Almost, because Danny also recalled that such a complete humiliation was just a byproduct of his wish. Danny gave the elliptical his all, his strong legs proving resilient; almost moving on autopilot.
"Hold it! Why aren't you wearing your oxygen deprivation mask!?"
The coach gestured towards a mask hanging from the machine, and attached to a tube.
"My what?" Danny asked under his breath, before looking up to the mask. This was getting ridiculous to Danny, though the developing athlete in his head tried to imply he shouldn't have asked that question. Danny reached for the device and strapped it on, his eyes still showing a hint of concern.
Immediately Danny could feel a change, it was as though he was trying to jog up a flight of stairs on top of a mountain. The air coming from the tube was so thin that he could hardly feel anything entering his lungs. There was also a strange smell that seemed to make him even more dizzy.
"Where were you this morning? You're the team captain, and have a responsibility for the rest of the team. Instead you decided to goof off!? Do you like having that body!?"
"I wasn't goofing off, I swear!" Danny insisted, feeling the return of a fear he was all too familiar with and was hoping he'd never have to experience again. "I just overslept this morning," he continued, sticking to his half-true story.
The coach gives him a death glare. "Don't lie to me Dan, I've been training you long enough that I can see it written all over your face! Now you're going to have to do some Hell training and recovery if we're going to have you ready for the game tonight."
"First, strap on the heat pads, and warm up!"
The coach blew the whistle, compelling Danny to rush over to a container full of straps. Each strap had a chemical chamber that, when triggered, would cause it to warm up. These are placed on all the major muscles and joints to speed up the warmup. Danny grabs a bottle of the coach’s special supplement drink, and jumps on the elliptical! The first thing that hits Danny is the jalapeno mixed in the drink to give his metabolism a spike!
"FEEL THE BURN! You've got 10 minutes!"
Danny sighed in defeat. He really wasn't passing for a jock today. He knew that today wasn't going to matter if his wish went as planned, as he'd fit right in. But his thoughts were far away from fixing his wish at the moment; his main focus was getting through the coach's taxing workout.
"MOVE YOUR ASS BAXTER!!! DO YOU WANT TO BE LIKE FENTON!?"
Danny found it funny, at least in his head, that Dash was now the metaphor for wimpy runts. However, wondering what being on the receiving end of such jokes would feel like brought him right back to his own troubles, and almost made him feel sorry for Dash. Almost, because Danny also recalled that such a complete humiliation was just a byproduct of his wish. Danny gave the elliptical his all, his strong legs proving resilient; almost moving on autopilot.
"Hold it! Why aren't you wearing your oxygen deprivation mask!?"
The coach gestured towards a mask hanging from the machine, and attached to a tube.
"My what?" Danny asked under his breath, before looking up to the mask. This was getting ridiculous to Danny, though the developing athlete in his head tried to imply he shouldn't have asked that question. Danny reached for the device and strapped it on, his eyes still showing a hint of concern.
Immediately Danny could feel a change, it was as though he was trying to jog up a flight of stairs on top of a mountain. The air coming from the tube was so thin that he could hardly feel anything entering his lungs. There was also a strange smell that seemed to make him even more dizzy.
"You'll be wearing that during your entire workout."
Danny was struggling to think now, but he had the feeling that at this point, he'd be lucky to make it out of this workout alive. He still frowned in disapproval.
"That's that motivation I like to see!" Coach Greaves misinterpreted.
The worst part of the elliptical, though, wasn't the strain in his muscles, or the shortness of breath from the oxygen deprivation machine. It was watching his powerful thighs rub together, jostling his oversized package. Subconsciously, he kept trying to pull his thighs tightly together, only to find them forced back apart by the thick slabs of muscle. He feared one wrong move would crush his weighty balls, hamstringing his cock -- and his sexual reputation, he now thought. Every step, every pump of his powerful legs would bounce his prodigious package, and even with his jockstrap, the effect caused him to flop around in his shorts obscenely. As he crossed another mindless mile marker on the display of the elliptical, his junk had jostled into just the wrong position, and before he knew it, his thighs had given one of his testicles a hard squeeze. Danny winced in pain, trying to hold back a yowl as he momentarily stopped on the machine, his junk feeling like a used boxing bag. It was a price to pay for being so big, in both respects; it happened from time to time, his mind recalled. Thankfully, the pain seemed to be subsiding fairly quickly, and he soon started pedaling again, regaining his pace for fear of Coach berating him.
"Two minutes left, then weighted burpees for sixty seconds. From there we'll move on to..." The coach began to ramble on, walking Danny through the entire full body workout. As he did so, he moved from station to station, prepping the gear so that Danny had to spend a minimal amount of time getting started.
The next exercise was burpees, which Danny Fenton wasn’t familiar with, but Danny Baxter started doing automatically, jumping to the ground in a push-up position. The jock part of him was eager to push past his limits and to make up for his missed practice from that morning. Even Danny Fenton had to admit to being curious about how strong he was with all that muscle. He pushed off the ground, jumped up in the air, squatted, and then dived back into the starting position with each blast of the whistle.
As Danny followed the coach’s directions, he could feel his body getting more and more sore. And he could feel the pain in muscles he didn't even know he had! He had no idea there were three different parts to his pec muscles! He didn't know there was the upper glutes, gluteus maximus, or the inner glutes! But the coach was making him hit all of them, and even with the lower oxygen, he was expected to push past his maxes!
He could feel his body fatiguing, and his mind zoning out as a defense method from the pain. His body went on autopilot, and it seemed it was just easier to let coach do all the thinking for him.
Danny seriously began to wonder how jocks handled this kind of grueling, intense workout. However, he seemed to be growing more and more used to the intensity as the slog dragged on...
As Danny continued to lift weights, and push his body to the breaking point, he also kept breathing in through the oxygen-deprived mask. Gradually, his muscles became more and more pumped, blood vessels swelling as they carried vital nutrients to his growing body. Moments later, those same vessels began to take on an unearthly glow, spreading all over his vast form. As the strange ghostly pump continued to spread, his body swelled with it.
The pain that he was putting his muscles through began to subside, replaced by the endorphins his body needed to push through the strenuous activity. Gradually, numbing his mind, and easing him into a sense of security.
"Feels good, don't it? Makes you just want to let go, doesn't it? To not have to worry about all the cares and worries. Just be a big, stupid, meathead."
Danny briefly entertained the coach's words, but he soon came to a snap realization. Danny knew this feeling, and he had dealt with it before. He realized that a ghost was trying to exert control over him. It was still instinctive for Danny, though he couldn't come up with who the ghost was or how it was happening; it was still hard to think with the limited amount of oxygen he was getting. Then, Danny eked out another thought: What if that was the point?
Stuck on the exercise equipment with no easy or subtle way out, Danny managed to construct a weak plan. If it didn't outright save him, it would at least help him survive.
I'm... not... a meathead... Danny thought. I'm not... stupid!
Danny devoted what mental focus he could spare to repeating such self-affirmations, hoping it would counteract at least some of the ghostly influence.
Danny could feel his muscles swelling as he resisted losing himself in the motions of the exercise, the bliss of the pump trying to cloud his thoughts. With each compound movement he could feel his muscles pumping bigger, particularly his ass and pecs. The fabric of his gym clothes continued to stretch tighter and tighter over his physique, his butt filling out his shorts with each squat, his shirt ballooning as his pecs grew from each pushup. Soon he could hear a stretching noise as the fabric began to protest from the strain. Then a moment later, the sound of popping and tearing could be heard as the seat of Danny’s shorts split in the middle of a squat! His butt swelled out behind him, the impressive globes full and round with solid mounds of muscle.
"I like you Danny, I really do," Coach Greaves said, his voice still clear.
Danny could feel the weight of his body pushing himself down, and the mass of his muscles pressing against each other, fighting for space. Another ripping sound could be heard from his sleeves as his bulging arms swelled; followed shortly by a split in his sweat-stained shirt revealing the deep cleavage of his vast, pumped-up pecs. Danny felt like a thick balloon, blowing up with muscle.
"But I've come too far for you to screw everything up by doing something stupid. If you keep doing stupid things like missing practice, I'll make sure that stupid things are all you can do."
Upon those words, Danny's mind suddenly cleared, and Baxter began to worry about just how close he was to losing everything he's been working for.
"It's time for your recovery kid. Switch back to a cool down, and then take an ice bath."
Once again the coach did the prep work. Setting the next machine, re-racking the weights, and prepping the ice. He also gradually switched the machine over to a surplus of oxygen.
"This will speed up your recovery time, but you'll still need to eat plenty of my special blend of gruel. Finish your cool down, and then get in the bath."
Danny felt relieved as he began to breathe normally again. The influx of air was strangely refreshing; so much so that he seemed not to notice (or care) that he was about to be eating disgusting-sounding mush. Still in relief, he walked up to the large tub filled with ice water. As he stared at his beefy reflection through the floating ice cubes, Danny wondered how exactly he was going to get in.
"...Well, what are you waiting for?" Coach Greaves asked Danny after a considerable amount of dumbfounded standing in front of the massive basin.
Not looking to leave the coach waiting on one hand, and looking to keep up what appearances were left on the other, Danny peeled off his tight, sweat-soaked shirt and took a cautious step into the water. Danny reeled at the frigid temperatures, but tried to keep his visible struggles to a minimum as he attempted to tough it out and stuck his other leg in.
Nodding in satisfaction, Couch Greaves reached for something in a fridge. "Make sure to submerge your whole body for at least six minutes. You want to flush all the leptins out, and get fresh blood pumping as fast as possible."
The coach then set three protein shaker bottles next to the tub, each one filled to the brim with a clumpy grey goo that looked like extra runny oatmeal.
"I expect you to drink all of it." He glares at the jock with a no-nonsense glint in his eye. "Then, get cleaned up, and head to lunch."
The slop contained in the bottles looked particularly unappetizing. Danny almost wanted to throw up, but he managed to hold down his gag reflex. In the spirit of toughing it out, and also given he felt he had little choice in the matter, Danny sunk further into the chilly water. He had a similar reaction as his first step, but given he had already partly stepped in, it was more subdued. The eyes of the coach seeming to burn into him, Danny sank his torso, and soon enough his chest, into the icy depths, trying to stave off some of the more visible bodily reactions to such a plunge. Danny believed it needed to look like he's been through this before, and he thought he was doing at least a somewhat decent job of that. Neck-deep, Danny sat in the icy water, waiting for the time to pass.
"Good. I'm going to go check on the other students."
The large man stomped his way out of the weight room, and gradually Danny could hear his heavy footsteps recede. He was now alone, in the cold.
A moment later a loud shrill whistle blast could be heard! And then Coach Greaves’ equally loud voice! "Hey! I thought I told you all to split the team evenly!? Get your asses to the showers! Except you Kwan."
By himself, Danny had no choice but to be alone with his thoughts, and the disgusting gruel. Surprisingly, his hunger overrode his gag reflex, and he found himself chugging the gross drink.
Chapter 6
Danny tried to not think too much about the gunk he was guzzling down his throat, and just hoped he could finish off the three bottles as soon as possible. Surprisingly, it made the cafeteria food he was set to eat next seem delicious.
Somewhat surprisingly, Danny was able to tune out everything going on right now -- the glop, the ice bath, his body -- and actually think. And in this brief window, he had an opportunity to start putting the pieces of this gym period together.
To a part of Danny, the coach seemed a little insane, though his developing jock side was used to the coach's intense and unorthodox regimens. Before he could probe into why he wasn't so alarmed, he came to another realization: assuming Danny and the coach were the only two people in the room during this intense training session, and Danny felt ghostly energy intruding the workout, it must have meant that Coach Greaves was, somehow, a ghost. Danny didn't seem to understand exactly how that could be, but it was the only plausible thing he could think of. With this in mind, Danny concluded that he'd have to be suspicious of the coach. He then remembered that thanks to his wish, he didn't have his ghost powers -- Dash did. Even if he could prove that Coach Greaves was a ghost, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Despite his sheer physical brawn, Danny realized that, for the first time in a very long time, he felt truly powerless.
After some time in the icy tub, the water began to feel less and less shocking to his system. And, looking up, Danny realized that his time in the frigid bath was already over. Standing up, the water flowed off his massive frame, revealing how tight his skin was stretched over his solid muscles. He looked like he was saran-wrapped, and his muscles looked even bigger than they did before gym class. How was that even possible!? In fact, the only thing that looked like it had shrunk was his junk.
He climbed out of the tub, and tried to tug his sweaty gym shirt on. The fabric seemed even tighter than before, and was rough on his perky nipples, which were fully erect due to the cold. Deciding it was too much, he opted to go shirtless as he swaggered his way to the locker rooms, hoping the heat would return things to normal...
Once there, Danny found Kwan and Coach waiting for him at his open locker. Everyone else had left.
"Hey coach, hey Kwan," Danny replied coolly, as if nothing had happened; the only indication something did was Danny's even bigger, soaking-wet body.
Kwan looked really upset, like he had to snitch on who stole the cookies from the pantry or something. "I'm sorry Dan, he made me open your locker."
The coach stepped in front of Kwan, "Baxter, where is your letterman?"
Danny was surprised at the two guys' reaction to the theft of his jacket. Though, admittedly, now he was thinking about it again, his arms still felt bare without it.
"Someone stole it while I was in the bathroom earlier," Danny replied honestly, standing his ground , seeming unaffected; he didn't exactly understand why coach was getting worked up over it.
"And you just let them?" He cocks an eyebrow at how nonchalant Danny is about this. "What does that say about you? About the team? Or our school?"
The coach shrugs his shoulders, feigning a whimsical whatever attitude, and speaks in a singsong voice. "’Oh, who cares how hard Baxter worked to earn that jacket? Nobody works hard for anything at Casper High. We can just take whatever we want from the football team, they're a bunch of pansies!’ NO!!" the coach yells, slamming a fist into a locker, denting it. "Those jackets are a symbol! Of this team’s hard work. Of its strength and brotherhood. And anyone who disrespects it is disrespecting everything it represents! Who took it?"
"I'm pretty sure it was Dash!" Danny replied, feigning emotion in his statement. He was only somewhat taking this seriously, but he felt like he understood what the jacket represented. What coach said seemed right.
Slapping his forehead, the coach looks exasperated, "FENTON!? You let Fenton take your jacket!? That's just adding insult to injury!"
He then thrust a big sausage finger at Danny's broad powerful heavy chest, "Alright Dan, what are you going to do about this?"
"Well, I've gotta go after him and get it back!" Danny replied matter-of-factly, giving the answer he thought coach wanted to hear. Admittedly, he somewhat believed it, and perhaps, he thought, he'd be able to get some payback along the way.
The coach had a dumbfounded look on his face, as if to say, 'is that it?'
Kwan stepped up next to Danny, trying to awkwardly fill in the gaps, "A-and make Fenton pay! I'm sure my man Dan here has some crazy wicked ideas on how to get that dweeb back! Like sending him up a flagpole, or flushing him half way down a toilet! Right Dan-meister?"
"Ohhh yeah! You know it!" Danny concurred. How did I forget that part? Danny thought. "Don't worry about Fenton; I'll make sure he won't ever take my jacket again..."
Coach Greaves slammed his palm against Danny's locker, making both jocks flinch, "Oh you better do more than that.... I expect you to beat the tar out of that scrawny thief, and make sure the rest of the crew can see you do it. And if you don't..."
The big man gets up in Danny's face, where he can see the blood vessels pulsing on his forehead and neck, "I'll not only demote you from team captain, I'll also demote Kwan to one of the practice assistants. Am I clear?"
Danny was legitimately scared, and worried about his position on the team. His thoughts turned to himself: If he lost his spot as top jock, Danny thought, his whole wish, as much as it was accidental, would be ruined. And, he figured, he'd finally have a chance to give Dash a piece of his mind; doing it in front of the jocks would only make revenge taste sweeter.
"You know? It would be my pleasure..." Danny said with a mischievous grin.
Coach Greaves smiles, looking fatherly as he claps a big paw on Danny's broad shoulder, but there is a wicked glint behind the grin. "That's more like it. Show that little stain who's top dog."
The bell rings, signaling the end of the period. Danny only had about 15 minutes before lunch started. The coach starts to leave, stopping for a moment, "And Baxter, if you don't do the job, watch your back boy..."
After Kwan and the coach left, Danny exited the locker room, feeling both a little scared and strangely empowered. While he felt a little conflicted, those concerns were largely drowned out by a burgeoning desire for payback on Dash. Given there was still time before lunch, Danny decided to start looking for the runt.
Danny stepped out the double doors, the bright sun warming his black shirt as it was stretched over his chest, and momentarily blinded him. Leaning against a pillar, Kwan was waiting for him holding a letterman jacket in his hand. He looked extremely worried, his face pale, and a cold sweat across his forehead.
"What's wrong, Kwan?" Danny asked as he approached. "And what's that in your hand?"
"Coach wanted you to wear this spare letterman, at least till you got your stolen one back." Kwan held out the jacket, it was worn, dirty, torn in a few places, and had the stitched letters from an old name removed. From the discoloration, Danny could still make out 'Strom'.
Realizing whose jacket it used to be dulled Danny's spirits further, though part of him couldn't understand why. "Thanks, Kwan," Danny replied.
"Don't thank me, you heard what he said? He'll make me a training assistant! That's worse than Fenton. I'll be little more than a dumb punching bag! Don't you remember what happened to Strom? Or the others?"
Danny was worried for Kwan, and while he still didn't fully understand, he decided to let that feeling help drive his response. Putting the jacket on, it seemed a couple sizes too small, as if it were made for someone much less built than Danny was.
"I don't want that to happen to you," Danny answered.
"Well it will if you don't follow coach's orders." Kwan looked worried, but also slightly annoyed that Danny seemed to be feeling disinterested in the consequences he'd have to pay.
"Don't worry, Kwan," Danny stated, giving his voice an edge, "I'll make sure that punk gets what's coming to him."
"Alright man. You're the captain, and I trust you." He gives Danny's shoulder a punch, and starts running towards the cafeteria. "C'mon man! I'm starving! We gotta feed these muscles!"
After that, Kwan starts powering towards where the food is.
"I'll be there in a little bit," Danny answered. "I've got to find my jacket."
Danny began to head in the opposite direction of Kwan, hoping to at least get his jacket back without much fuss.
The jock began searching the halls for Dash, who he hoped still had his jacket. He wasn't completely sure what would happen once he found him, however.
"Danny! What are you doing out here? Usually everyone is having lunch by now." A familiar girl’s voice spoke up from down the hall, and turning to see who it is, Danny could easily recognize the long reddish hair flowing towards him.
Jazz quickly walked up to Danny, carrying her books, and stopped in front of him slightly out of breath. "Did your jacket shrink in the wash? Or are you wearing a smaller one? Is this some sort of attempt to look bigger? If so, I'll need to add it to my thesis about body ego."
"No!" Danny replied. "Your brother stole my jacket!" he blurted.
"What? I know Dash was mad at you for threatening him, but he knows better than to steal something that doesn't belong to him. Did something else happen?" She eyed Danny suspiciously.
"He's been acting... differently today," Danny replied, trying not to admit the actual 'something else' that had happened to both Dash and himself. "I think he would do it now."
"Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's go ask him. But, you're not going to beat him up are you?" She looks at Danny with deep empathetic eyes, almost begging him to promise her. "I know he irritates you, but I can't help but think you just lash out at him because of other frustrations in your life. I really think you are a good person Danny. Particularly today. Dash isn't the only one acting... different."
"Uh, well..." Despite no longer being related to her, she still managed to know exactly what he was thinking. "I just want my jacket back right now, honestly," he reiterated, continuing to omit his promise to the other jocks.
"Alright." Her smile genuinely beams at him. "If that's all you're going to do, then I will be happy to help you. And who knows, maybe if Dash wants a letterman jacket so bad, he could have that small one you're wearing. It would do him good to get into a sport, and make some more friends."
She turns, and bounces off down the hall, leading Danny towards his old locker when he was Fenton.
Danny chuckled nervously. "I wouldn't be so sure," he explained, following behind her.
The two round a corner, where they see Dash pulling some stuff out of his locker. Once again, he's alone, and looks like he's still sulking. "Dash! Dash, do you have a moment?"
Dash looks up, a bit of shock on his face that changes to annoyance when he sees Jazz. Then his face goes dark when he sees Danny behind her. He seems to struggle with his words, like chewing on a bad-tasting piece of gristle, "What do you want... sis?"
"Danny was looking for you, he says you took his letterman jacket without asking, and he wants it back. He said he wasn't mad, and isn't going to retaliate. So this is a great chance to tell us if you took it." She glances over her shoulder as if to reiterate Danny's promise.
"Well, it looks like he's got a jacket on right there." Dash says defensively.
"Dashiell Fenton...." Jazz says, getting a warning tone in her voice that sounded just like their mother.
"Fiiiiinnnnee. Just don't call me that!" Dash rolls his eyes in exasperation. He looks at Danny pointedly, "I'll talk if he promises not to beat me up."
Pushed into an awkward position, Danny hesitates. "Uh, yeah, sure," he spits out without much emotion or intent.
"So you won't beat me up? And you won't let your friends beat me up either?" Dash eyes him suspiciously.
"Um... it's complicated," Danny explained honestly.
"That doesn't sound like a yes." Dash looked like he knew what Danny was trying to do, most likely because it's exactly what he would have done when their positions were reversed in their previous lives.
"You would understand if I talked with you alone," Danny urged, growing irked at how complicated even this situation had become.
"Alright, the two of you need to get along. Danny, you promised me that you and your friends wouldn't hurt Dash. So Dash, that should be good enough for you. I think that we can trust Danny, he only wants his jacket back." Jazz said, stepping between them and vouching for Danny.
Danny didn't know why Jazz was sticking up for him, but at this point, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Yeah," Danny agreed. "And besides, there's still something that you want me to do for you," he continued, vaguely referring to reversing the wish -- something Jazz knew nothing about. He still didn't know if it was possible, but Danny realized that with Jazz taking his imposing physique out of the picture, he had fewer bargaining chips than he was expecting. "You wouldn't want to lose my help on that, would you?"
Danny hoped Dash knew exactly what he meant, and that he wouldn't have to explain things further in front of Jazz.
"Fine, I have it stashed behind a loose panel next to the bathroom where Danny lost it. It's on the way to the lunchroom, I'll show you where it is." Dash disclosed begrudgingly.
"Lead the way, Fenton," Danny replied.
Dash obliged, and headed off to take Danny towards where he had hidden his jacket. Feeling confident in Danny, Jazz opted not to follow along, much to Danny's relief. As soon as his former sister was out of earshot, Danny begun to strike a serious conversation with the recently-minted runt.
"So, have you talked to Sam yet?" Danny asked, still a little nervous.
"Yeah, she wanted to know who was asking, but I didn't say. She'll meet up with us at the cafeteria. I tried to explain what was going on, but you know better than I do."
"Oh, in the lunchroom?" Danny was getting worried as the two arrived back at the bathroom, and Dash pointed out the panel, where, sure enough, Danny could see bits of his jacket. "About that..."
"What, Fenton?" Dash asked.
Danny lifted off the panel, grabbed out his jacket, shook it out a little, then took off the tight replacement jacket and ditched it in the same hole. Putting his jacket back on, Danny felt... better. Even complete, somehow. The 'Baxter' splayed across the back of the jacket gave him a brief sense of pride, which helped calm Danny's nerves enough to get out what he had to say next.
"They're going to kill me if I don't beat you up over this."
Dash didn't seem the least bit surprised by this. In fact, it almost seemed like he expected it. "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't keep your promise. Sounds typical for the guy on top always having to protect his spot from everyone else. Too bad, I think your sister really believed you, but I don't blame you for lying to her. It's what I would have done."
Danny sighed. It was a bad, very Dash-like move, and he still felt bad about it, but at the same time, he figured he had no other choice. Either he was going to get ground into paste or Dash was. And one of those would be less painful for him than the other.
"At least you understand," he explained. "And besides, given everything you've done before today, you still deserve it."
Walking next to Danny, Dash responds in an emotionless tone, "Yeah, just like every time dad beat me for being a bastard..."
Dash kept walking slowly in silence towards the lunchroom, resigned to his fate.
The quiet, understated response gave Danny brief pause. He knew little of Dash's life beyond the jocks, beyond the walls of Casper High. But despite the surprising revelation, Danny affirmed to himself that such a thing only explained Dash's actions; it didn't excuse them.
After a moment, Dash actually chuckles, "It's kinda funny. If we don't switch back, you'll be stuck with them. And I'll have some parents that actually love me. If I hadn't worked so hard to be the top jock, it would almost be worth the trade."
"What?" Danny decided to ask. It would be one of the few downsides to Danny becoming a jock, he admitted internally, and he would have to face it soon enough. "What do you mean?"
"Why do you think I lashed out at you in particular Fenton? I was jealous. Every time I saw your parents, they were happy, loved each other, and loved you. But when my mom, your mom, looked at me, she would be ashamed. And, no matter how hard I tried, dad, your dad now, would never love me. Because he didn't think I was his son... So I promised myself to be the best no matter what, so I could be proud of my own accomplishments."
"...But just because you're jealous doesn't mean you can just take out your anger on me," Danny insisted. "Sure, you've... done great athletically, I guess -- that's a great accomplishment."
Danny paused.
"But all the wedgies, all the swirlies, all the times you shoved me in lockers? You did all those things. Those are your accomplishments too."
Dash turns and looks at Danny, his eyes are surprisingly dead and emotionless from all the negative memories, "And that makes you beating me up okay. Just like all the things my -- our father does made my actions okay. I wasn't proud of those things, they were just part of the act I was fooling myself with."
With that Dash turns and walks over to his table with Sam and Tucker. Danny can see the goth girl glaring at him, daring him to have hurt Dash somehow.
Meanwhile, Kwan comes running up to his bestie. "Dude! Why were you walking with Fenton?"
"Kwan!" Danny was caught off-guard by the arrival of his fellow jock. It didn't help that Danny had just been put into a very challenging position by Dash. "What are you doing here?"
"Duh. Eating lunch. And waiting for you to pound that little dweeb. Did you forget?"
"No! Of course not! We were just having an argument!" Danny fibbed.
"That had to be the quietest argument I've ever seen you two have. What was it about?"
"Dumb nerd things," Danny falsely explained. "He was just trying to stall," he continued, pouring on the bonafide jerk in his voice in hopes of getting Kwan to move on.
Kwan wasn't letting it slide, "Well, when are you going to teach him his lesson!? He had your jacket, that's why it's back. So you need to give him a pounding!"
"Relax, Kwan," Danny urged, "He's already running scared; he just doesn't know when I'll pounce," he added, trying to be clever. He made claws out of his hands to illustrate his point, imitating a big cat.
"Bro.... Don't ever do that again." Kwan just stood there, staring at Danny with a deadpan look.
"You should have seen his face though -- he's dreading it," Danny continued to lie, keeping up a chipper mood.
Kwan looks over at the table where Dash is sitting. "Yeeeaaaahhh, he looks really worried... Dude, we both know you're a terrible liar, but this is sad even for you. Are you going to pummel him or not?"
"Of course I am! Do you really think I'd put my reputation on the line by letting that dweeb off easy?" Danny tried to simulate some kind of offended anger, as if his pride was being contested. Surprisingly, it actually seemed believable.
"Woah, woah, okay man! Sorry. I just had to be sure. I've got a lot riding on this too, in case you've forgotten." Kwan holds up his palms submissively. "Look, I don't like the idea of beating up the dweeb either. But, if it's him or me, it's going to be him."
"Obviously!" Danny agreed. "Don't worry, Kwan," he grinned. "I'll have Fen-turd's butt on a platter."
"Well, you better hurry. Lunch break is almost over, and the teachers will be back soon." Kwan glanced around with concern.
Despite his outward confidence, and the reassurances he was giving Kwan, Danny didn't know if he had it in him to do it. Before he had caught up with him earlier, it seemed simple revenge was easy. Now, however, things were getting complicated. And, for some reason, annoying.
"Hey Dan! You're in luck! The little wimp is walking right up to us!" Kwan stated, knocking Danny out of his inner turmoil. Sure enough, Dash was skulking over to the two muscular teens, trying to look like everything was normal.
"Uh... Hey, Danny, that person we were talking about is -- HEY!!" In the middle of Dash's sentence, Kwan grabs him under the arms, and effortlessly hoists him in the air. Holding Dash in front of his broad powerful chest, Kwan simply stands with a vicious grin on his face. The scrawny kid looks like a boxing mat, his kicking legs several feet off the ground.
"I've got him for you Dan! Now go ahead and tenderize him!"
"Trust me, Dash, this is gonna hurt..." Danny began, seemingly normally. His tone then changed to something more devious. "But I still think you deserve it."
Danny stretched his arms first, just so Dash could get an eyeful of his bulging biceps flexing in and out. Interlocking his hands together, he then cracked his knuckles; each pop a firm, rough sound, merely hinting at the power lying within. Now that Danny was all good and warmed up, he quietly reaffirmed his intentions by throwing a fist into his other palm a few times, each thunderous slap timed almost as if it were an ironic slow clap.
Dash had never been in this position before, the scrawny runt about to get pummeled. At least not in a long time. And he had no idea what to expect from Danny, whom despite their talk just earlier, still seemed bent on revenge. Were he not on the receiving end, he would almost find the anger admirable, in a twisted sort of way.
Wham!
Before he could even prepare himself, Dash was rocked by a painful gut punch. The impact caused him to throw his head back, and gave him a queasy feeling, like he was about to barf all over Danny. Already spittle was dripping from his mouth.
The sight of Dash getting pummeled caused the entire cafeteria to go quiet; all eyes are now on him, Kwan, and Danny. Most of the students are watching to see what happens next; some look aghast, others look thrilled.
Now burdened with an audience, Danny knew there was no turning back now. The eyes of the whole cafeteria -- and most glaringly, his fellow jocks -- burning into him, he knew there was only one way out of this alive: finishing the job.
Dash felt like all of Danny's strength had been channeled into that one punch. Little did he know how wrong he was.
Whap!
Danny sent another fist flying to Dash's face. The jerk of his head as it took the impact was awfully visceral. He spared Dash's teeth, but he'd probably still be sore there for the rest of the day.
"FIGHT! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The chanting started as students stopped what they were doing, and began gathering around to watch the spectacle. Kwan let go of Dash, now that he knew there was no escape for the half-pint. Intermingling with the crowd, Danny can see several of his jock friends, egging him and the crowd on. They were also making sure that Dash couldn't escape, and preventing anyone from coming to his rescue.
Dash stood up wobbly, trying to get his bearings back after being pummeled so hard. Already bruises were starting to form on his face.
Danny's face briefly changed from malice to fear as the crowd cried for blood. He wondered if Dash knew -- or could even comprehend, given how hard he had just hit him -- that, despite what it looked like, part of him felt trapped too.
However, the developing jock in him was trying to remind his other half of all the times he was in Dash's current position, hoping to rekindle the anger he had harbored during their first meeting earlier in the morning -- back when Danny looked primed to pummel the little twerp. It even suggested a move for him -- simply kneeing Dash. Whether it ended in a gut-shot or a nut-shot, it was guaranteed to hurt.
As the pressure of the cafeteria's expectations continued to sap any resolve Danny had for actually beating up his former tormentor, the jock side of Danny continued to work overtime to try and counteract it. And it seemed that, ever so slowly, the jock side was winning.
His objections already reduced to empty, useless anguish, Danny forwarded his knee and hoped for Dash's midsection.
Surprisingly, Dash not only took the shot Square in the gut, but actually seemed to have aimed for it to land there. He held his stomach, groaning in pain as he spit up bile all over the floor. A moment later he wiped his mouth, and forced himself to stand back up, looking at Danny as if to ask, 'that all you got?'
A moment later, that look vanished, replaced by one of confusion. Dash could tell that Danny hit him with everything he had, and yet it didn't feel like it hurt. How could he be so tough?
Seeing Dash barf right in front of him was enough to make Danny concerned for just how badly he had been hurting him. But he couldn't just take Dash and run; not only would it ruin Danny's own apparent image, but it would also come at the cost of Kwan. It was a short-term expediency for long-term detriment, jock Danny argued, and therefore, the math didn't work out. The best Danny could do to save his skin was to make the fight as short as possible without raising suspicions that Danny was going easy on Dash or giving him leniency. Exactly what that meant, or how much more torment that would entail, was unknown to both dueling sides of Danny's mind. He would still have to put on a good show, but he'd also have to try and signal to Dash he wasn't feeling it without giving it away to anyone else.
Without a better option, or any of the specifics of that meticulous game plan he just came up with figured out yet, Danny took aim for Dash's side.
Danny's swing connected with Dash, but it didn't hit his side, given Danny hadn’t accounted for the large discrepancy in their size. Being so much shorter than Danny now, the swing would have struck Dash's head unless Danny hunched over dramatically. Instead, his fist hit Dash's arm as he blocked the attack. It was a solid block, and surprisingly there was no give. Dash continued to stand defiantly, glaring at Danny with unexpected determination.
A second later, Dash took one wavering step forward towards Danny. Then another. Blood running down his cracked lip, and from a cut on his face, his arm already starting to bruise.
The crowd watched this seemingly one-sided fight in silence. And meanwhile, Baxter saw a look in Dash's eyes that he had never seen before. It was another Alpha, another person that was willing to stand up to him.
Fenton on the other hand could see something else, almost a statement of, 'this could be you'.
While part of Danny began to take pity, the more menacing side of him found Dash's struggle admirable, but futile. Even with Dash staggering towards him, he was struggling to find any sense of remorse. But in a more twisted way, the jock in Danny let Dash come and mount an attack; he knew it would be nothing for him, given the gulf of a size and power difference between them. It was a sick, vile ploy, hinging almost towards mercy; but with the crowd quiet, he had to do something to keep this from looking too bad. An underdog story, while cute, would likely not bode well for him.
The side of Danny that was still trying to care began to notice just how far removed his fists were becoming from his mind; his thought turning more cold and analytical than anything. Perhaps even for the jock in him this was becoming a chore. It seemed to be nothing but another game plan, hopefully well-executed, to achieve a favorable end. It seemed to give Danny a stunning understanding of how things like this worked; while sometimes the cause was unchecked anger, other times, it was a means to insulate the status quo.
Standing in front of Danny, Dash barely came up to his big chest, but the smaller teen took a defensive boxing stance in front of him anyways. A small wisp of blue mist escaping his lips unnoticed by the crowd.
Another voice seemed to speak up in the back of Danny's mind, asking why he was toying with this weakling?
While seeing Dash like this was almost cute to Danny the jock, it was also getting pretty annoying. Why couldn't he be through with him already? Usually, he recalled, he didn't make it this far, and there wasn't such an opportunity for Dash to react. But now, Danny looked out at the crowd beginning to murmur, and saw that this was slowly becoming an underdog tale; one that would tarnish his social stature for a while, even if it didn't ruin him outright. Danny would still let Dash take a swing, but this needed to end, fast.
Suddenly, fast as lightning, Dash punches Danny straight in the stomach! The blow should have glanced off his rock hard abs, causing the scrawny arm to cave from the impact, but instead the jab sent a sharp shooting pain past Danny's armor-like muscles.
The crowd gasps! 'Did Danny let the weakling get a hit? When did Dash become such a tough guy? Is he trying to be a bad boy?'
Danny was caught by surprise at just how hard he was hit. There was no way that should have hurt, his jock side continued to insist, but the pain in his guts said otherwise. The increasing difficulty to come out on top, not to mention the crowd making a big deal over Dash's hit, started to get to him.
His caring side was torn, however; he didn't know if he wanted to be happy about Dash fighting back, or kick himself over how he had gotten him there.
Regardless of his internal conflict, Danny growled on the outside, which signaled that he wasn't planning on taking this lightly…
From the cracks in the ground a nearly imperceptible mist was beginning to rise around Danny. It seemed to be soaking through his clothes and skin, and filling him with a dark malevolence. The other voice seemed be growing louder and louder, telling Danny to give into his rage, and to pound Dash Fenton into the concrete!
The jocks also seemed to be feeling it as they started chanting their encouragement. "Pound him. Pound him. Pound him."
The concerned Danny was increasingly finding himself drowned out and pushed away as the power of his new jock self took over. The red flags being raised fell on deaf ears as Danny zeroed in on Dash and fired straight towards his torso again.
Dash blocked with both arms, but this time the punch knocked Dash back, staggering him!
A moment later, he regained his feet, and continued to stand his ground.
Danny grew increasingly focused on pounding Dash as he came in for another strike. This time, he didn't even pick a spot in advance; it was quickly becoming more and more natural.
Dash kept his guard up, dodging what he could, protecting what he had to. He was becoming covered in more and more bruises, but it was clear that Danny was going to need to try something different...
Suddenly, as Danny was trying to land another hit, it felt like he was punching nothing but air! For a brief moment, it was almost as though Dash's shoulder wasn't even there, and Danny found his guard down as he overextended! Dash sent a quick jab, this time hitting Danny squarely in the face!
He couldn't make it very clear, but in the back of his mind Danny knew that Dash was using his newfound ghost powers against him. He couldn't blame him, as he had done it in his own fights with Dash himself.
But none of that mattered to the overpowering jock who was in control right now. It was only the punch in the face which knocked him out of his calculated efficiency. His rage intensifying, Danny the jock had one last trick up his sleeve. He kicked up and slammed Dash right in his nutsack.
Feeling his smaller size press up against his ankle as Danny hoisted the stunned runt in the air a few feet was equal parts strange and reassuring.
Dash let out a high pitched squeal, the crowd made several noises of discomfort, and many of the guys covered their own family jewels in sympathy. Dash collapsed in front of Danny, writhing and clutching himself in the fetal position, tears running down his face.
"Get out of the way! MOVE IT! Make some room!" came several voices from behind the crowd.
A moment later Mr. Lancer pushed his way through, joined by Tucker, Jazz, and Sam. "LORD OF THE FLIES! What's going on here!?"
Jazz rushed to her 'brother’s' side, tears running down her face.
Tucker looked away in disgust.
And Sam....
Sam glared at Danny, her eyes filled with wraith, contempt, and loathing.
"Everyone get to class, now! Lunch is over! You three, carry young Fenton to the nurse. Baxter, you're coming with me."
The two friends helped hoist Dash up and carried him down the hall. Danny could hear Jazz dialing her phone....
The dark energy fading from him, Danny (and the side of him currently acting as his conscience) returned to their previous unsteady mental partnership, while externally, with a newfound clarity, Danny stood mortified at the scene he had created. He tried to step back; to slink into the crowd and avoid responsibility, but his path was blocked by fellow jocks behind him, who added insult to injury by pushing him back forward towards the fray. As Danny looked on as his former friends and family tended to Dash, there was nothing but a feeling of sheer awfulness and shame penetrating through him, right down to his heart. His sudden and very visible look of mortifying concern did nothing to temper the glare that emanated from Sam. Danny almost longed to be back in Dash's current position; he felt he deserved a crippling shot to the nuts at the moment.
Danny had finished the fight, but there was now still no way out of the bigger problem he had just created. As the initial shock wore off, Danny began to think about the consequences that were sure to come from this situation; none of them looked good. Surrendering the sense of superiority jocks had almost by default, Danny neared Mr. Lancer.
His caring side was torn, however; he didn't know if he wanted to be happy about Dash fighting back, or kick himself over how he had gotten him there.
Regardless of his internal conflict, Danny growled on the outside, which signaled that he wasn't planning on taking this lightly…
From the cracks in the ground a nearly imperceptible mist was beginning to rise around Danny. It seemed to be soaking through his clothes and skin, and filling him with a dark malevolence. The other voice seemed be growing louder and louder, telling Danny to give into his rage, and to pound Dash Fenton into the concrete!
The jocks also seemed to be feeling it as they started chanting their encouragement. "Pound him. Pound him. Pound him."
The concerned Danny was increasingly finding himself drowned out and pushed away as the power of his new jock self took over. The red flags being raised fell on deaf ears as Danny zeroed in on Dash and fired straight towards his torso again.
Dash blocked with both arms, but this time the punch knocked Dash back, staggering him!
A moment later, he regained his feet, and continued to stand his ground.
Danny grew increasingly focused on pounding Dash as he came in for another strike. This time, he didn't even pick a spot in advance; it was quickly becoming more and more natural.
Dash kept his guard up, dodging what he could, protecting what he had to. He was becoming covered in more and more bruises, but it was clear that Danny was going to need to try something different...
Suddenly, as Danny was trying to land another hit, it felt like he was punching nothing but air! For a brief moment, it was almost as though Dash's shoulder wasn't even there, and Danny found his guard down as he overextended! Dash sent a quick jab, this time hitting Danny squarely in the face!
He couldn't make it very clear, but in the back of his mind Danny knew that Dash was using his newfound ghost powers against him. He couldn't blame him, as he had done it in his own fights with Dash himself.
But none of that mattered to the overpowering jock who was in control right now. It was only the punch in the face which knocked him out of his calculated efficiency. His rage intensifying, Danny the jock had one last trick up his sleeve. He kicked up and slammed Dash right in his nutsack.
Feeling his smaller size press up against his ankle as Danny hoisted the stunned runt in the air a few feet was equal parts strange and reassuring.
Dash let out a high pitched squeal, the crowd made several noises of discomfort, and many of the guys covered their own family jewels in sympathy. Dash collapsed in front of Danny, writhing and clutching himself in the fetal position, tears running down his face.
"Get out of the way! MOVE IT! Make some room!" came several voices from behind the crowd.
A moment later Mr. Lancer pushed his way through, joined by Tucker, Jazz, and Sam. "LORD OF THE FLIES! What's going on here!?"
Jazz rushed to her 'brother’s' side, tears running down her face.
Tucker looked away in disgust.
And Sam....
Sam glared at Danny, her eyes filled with wraith, contempt, and loathing.
"Everyone get to class, now! Lunch is over! You three, carry young Fenton to the nurse. Baxter, you're coming with me."
The two friends helped hoist Dash up and carried him down the hall. Danny could hear Jazz dialing her phone....
The dark energy fading from him, Danny (and the side of him currently acting as his conscience) returned to their previous unsteady mental partnership, while externally, with a newfound clarity, Danny stood mortified at the scene he had created. He tried to step back; to slink into the crowd and avoid responsibility, but his path was blocked by fellow jocks behind him, who added insult to injury by pushing him back forward towards the fray. As Danny looked on as his former friends and family tended to Dash, there was nothing but a feeling of sheer awfulness and shame penetrating through him, right down to his heart. His sudden and very visible look of mortifying concern did nothing to temper the glare that emanated from Sam. Danny almost longed to be back in Dash's current position; he felt he deserved a crippling shot to the nuts at the moment.
Danny had finished the fight, but there was now still no way out of the bigger problem he had just created. As the initial shock wore off, Danny began to think about the consequences that were sure to come from this situation; none of them looked good. Surrendering the sense of superiority jocks had almost by default, Danny neared Mr. Lancer.
Chapter 7
As Dash was marched to the nurse's office, Lancer proceeded to march Danny to his office. He sat the big jock down in an all too small desk, and stood there in front of him leaning against his own. However, even though Mr. Lancer was standing up, and Danny was sitting down, the two were almost eye to eye.
"So, Daniel, would you mind explaining to me exactly what happened? And why Fenton looks like the underdog in a Rocky movie?!" Mr. Lancer’s voice started out calm and dangerously composed, but quickly elevated towards the end of the question.Danny was lost at how to respond. He wanted to be honest, but he didn't feel a stolen jacket was a good enough reason to sock a guy in the nuts, nor did he feel Lancer would believe he was egged on by the jocks.
Danny stammered. "I... I... I wish I could explain... it's a... really crazy story..."
Slamming his hands down on the small desk, Mr. Lancer gets in Danny's face. "Well then, it's a good thing I like stories, so you better start talking."
"Well, um..." His hand forced further by Lancer's insistence, Danny tried to figure out how much the vice-principal would believe. "I'm, uh, not my usual self today..."
Pacing around his desk, Mr. Lancer picks up a folder that Danny can only assume is meant to represent his file. "No. Looking at your file, one can tell that you're not yourself today. Usually you're worse. True, I don't have any concrete evidence of your various acts of misbehavior, but that will change after today. Just as soon as you tell me what happened."
"Well..."
Danny didn't know how to respond, so he just tried to be honest.
"I don't know how much of this will make sense to you, but I'm not the Danny you know. I woke up this morning as this jock, and Coach and the other jocks egged me on to beat up Dash because he stole my jacket!"
"Oh. So you're saying that you're having yourself a Freaky Friday. Well then, that makes everything better. Do you take me for some sort of idiot?! The only part of that whole nonsense that I believe is that the coach and the rest of your group encouraged you to go medieval on Fenton! We are a society of rules and laws, Baxter! If Dash stole your jacket, you should have reported it. Now, you're going to get a suspension if you're lucky, and he's in the nurse's office in traction!"
"I'm sorry, and I feel awful about it, and it sounds crazy, but that's the truth!" Danny insisted. "Coach was threatening both me and Kwan with consequences if I didn't do it!"
His story now an assured long shot, Danny felt like he had no choice but to go for broke to save his skin, though he had the feeling he was going to be in trouble with someone today regardless.
"Hmmm... Well, that is a horse of a different color. If you were forced to commit a violent act because you were threatened by one of the faculty, and it could be proven, then the school board can probably be a little bit more lenient. Was Kwan the only other witness to the coach's threats? And what, pray tell, did he threaten you with? I hope it was worth it. For your sake."
The words Lancer used to close that sentence sent a chill through Danny.
"It was just me, coach, and Kwan, right after practice. Coach found out that my jacket was missing, and he said that if I didn't pulverize Dash, that..."
Suddenly, Danny found far more feeling in him as he recalled what the coach had threatened to do.
"He... he was going to strip me of being team captain! And that he was going to turn Kwan into one of those stupid, empty-headed practice dummies! He was threatening to take my best friend away from me, probably forever, if I didn't beat up Dash for stealing my jacket. He was going to take my whole life away from me over this!"
Danny felt like he was exaggerating, but it was his only plea. He just hoped it was convincing.
"The official report was that those boys suffered head traumas that caused brain damage. And they were kept on the team as honorary members. Are you telling me that Coach Greaves did that to those boys on purpose!?"
"I think so... I feel this... fuzzy memory..." Danny tried to access his panicked feeling from earlier to find out where it came from. "Coach was in another room... With... Another teammate. They were arguing, there was a struggle... then there were these weird noises... and after that, out came this... bumbling doofus."
Part of Danny was surprised at what he just said. It made him now suspicious, and worried more than ever about his situation. He had this nagging fear that he said too much, but he felt it was important he did.
"While I would say calling your teammate a 'bumbling doofus' is extremely inconsiderate to his condition,” Lancer stated, “ it does sound like you are describing a fight of some sort that resulted in a serious trauma to one of our students. Do you have any proof this happened? I won't be so gullible as to believe such bold claims at face value, these are not the Salem Witch Trials after all.” He then delivered a bargain to Danny. “If Kwan will testify that the two of you were threatened, I can have the bullying charge reduced. But you still seriously injured Fenton. For the rest of that story, I will need some substantially stronger evidence."
"I think I can get Kwan to back me up," Danny explained, "But as for everything else... I don't know how to explain it right now. It was... unusual, even for this new me."
Danny had no idea as to how he was going to rationalize the rest of his story, but he hoped Lancer would be at least distracted by hunting the allegations while he figured it out.
"I don't care if he 'backs you up', he's your... what do kids say? Your dog? Bro? Doesn't matter, I want the truth. So, you are going to stay here while I track down and chat with your friend." After saying that, Lancer held out his hand. "And I'll need your cell phone for the time being."
"What? My phone?" Danny was somewhat apprehensive, but soon relented. "Alright..." he conceded with a sigh, and handed his phone to Lancer.
"Good. We wouldn't want you and ‘your G’ copying notes." He put the phone in one of his desk drawers and locked it. "Now, you're going to sit there while I find your alibi. I'm sure you will be able to find something to do while you wait. Might I suggest thinking about what you've done?"
With that, Mr. Lancer closed the door, and Danny heard his footsteps walking off.
Danny was left sitting there in silence, the sound of the clock ticking and the buzz of the lights filling the room. But, before he really has a chance to get bored, he hears a rattle at the door.
With that, Mr. Lancer closed the door, and Danny heard his footsteps walking off.
Danny was left sitting there in silence, the sound of the clock ticking and the buzz of the lights filling the room. But, before he really has a chance to get bored, he hears a rattle at the door.
A second later the door swings open, and a familiar face pokes through.
"Hi Danny." The Latin accent is unmistakable as the young woman slips into the room.
"Oh, hello."
Danny's tone adopted a new, deep suaveness as Paulina slipped into the room. A smirk grew on his face as he felt surprisingly prepared for anything that could come next. Well, between the two of them, at least.
"I saw what happened at lunch. I thought it was sweet of you to give that Fenton loser a chance to try to look cool." She floated closer to Danny, letting him get a good look at her curves.
"Well, I had to make it look kind of fair..." Danny continued, then gave a single chuckle. "He never stood a chance though."
Somehow, Danny knew that this small talk was simply the preface to something much spicier. Part of him felt like he was living the dream right now; the rest of him knew it was a beautiful reality.
"Some might say that was cruel of you." She places a hand on Danny's arm, rubbing it daintily against his skin.
"Yeah, maybe..."
Paulina's soft embrace traced the lines of Danny's thick bicep, then sensually slunk down to his well-defined forearm.
"I just had to play a little defense," the jock replied vaguely.
"Ah, my big Danny, you shouldn't worry about it. Besides, we have other pressing matters." Her other hand rubs Danny's strong jaw, and she is almost in his lap. "Did you forget we were going to meet after lunch?"
"I just got distracted," Danny stated, giving a non-answer. Danny pulls her into his embrace.
"But you brought my focus back." Danny went in for a kiss.
Instead, a delicate finger is pressed against his lips. She gave him a giggle. "Danny stop! You are such a hopeless romantic. I talked Kwan into avoiding Lancer, but we don't have much time in here."
She ran her soft hands over Danny's big pecs and broad shoulders.
“I think we’ll have enough,” Danny replied, his large hands gracing her curves.
Danny began to pull at the waist of her pink top, pushing his caress into more overt territory. Following his lead, Paulina slipped off Danny’s letterman jacket and let it cover over the middle of Lancer’s desk. As Danny took off her shirt, the eager Paulina found her way into Danny’s fly, undoing his pants and slowly sliding out the hefty girth within. Eighteen inches of thick, studly jock cock rose to attention in front of Danny; Paulina had to lean back just so it didn’t hit her face. She licked her lips in anticipation, her body hungering for the huge member already close enough to taste. Teasing Danny, she started to lick the head of his cock, working her way to taking the first few inches into her mouth. Danny tried to stifle a moan as he subtly pushed himself onto the desk. Briefly, she followed him back, but then took the moistened cock back out; this queen bee wasn’t about to settle for a blowjob. And as Paulina climbed up onto the desk, her face made sure Danny knew it.
Hormones already flooding his system, and more than happy to get a close-up look at his longtime crush, Danny simply sat back, trying not to look too dazed as Paulina tried to mount herself onto his foot and a half of below-the-belt heft. Just as she lines the tip up with her moistening, waiting pussy, Danny takes some control. He gently put his hands around her waist, locking her into a firm hold. As he pushed her body downward, the tip entered in. Now it was her turn to hold back moans as Danny slid it in further, slowly; inch after inch of his hung, irresistible cock. Squeaks escaped her as she kept taking more of it, the shape of the first few inches bulging against her toned stomach.
“I want it all,” Paulina begged in that sultry voice of hers, though Danny, content beyond his wildest dreams, was sure he wasn’t going to hold back. Slowly but surely, Paulina’s body slid towards, and at last met, his base.
She couldn’t contain herself anymore.
Paulina let out a sexy, sensual moan as she climaxed, the juices from her orgasm splashing out onto the lower reaches of his abdominals and creating streams down the sides of Danny’s large, potent testicles.
Their eyes met as the flames of lust and passion ran wild in their minds.
“We’re just getting started,” Danny said to her, feeling like he had all the power in the world with Paulina skewered onto his penis like a shish kebab. As she started to recover from her intense orgasm, Danny started lifting her back up, the shaft reversing out of her feeling just as good as when it went in. Already, Danny could feel his own precum start to mix inside her with all the fluids from her release. Paulina felt a yearning space in her body from the new absence of Danny’s cock, which only seemed to amplify her hunger for his body. She began to pull at the collar of his shirt, and when she had trouble taking it off herself, Danny freed a hand to help her lift the clothing off of him, letting her adore every inch of his beefy pecs and chiseled eight-pack, and all the definition they contained.
Slowly, though faster than before, Danny brought Paulina back down again, filling her with his massive cock. The Latina begged for more from Danny, reaching orgasm again even before Danny made it all the way down; his cock felt her squirting again and he stopped for a moment when he was only fourteen inches deep. He soon continued sinking her down his shaft anyway, which only intensified what she was feeling.
Danny pulled her back up again, then thrust her back down, picking up speed each time as her hole got more used to -- and based on Paulina’s reaction, lusty for -- Danny’s thick member. As the thrusts finally accelerated into proper intercourse, Danny began to feel just as hot as he had already made his casual lover. Paulina was now lost in near constant orgasms, Danny’s cock stimulating her most sensitive and sexually charged areas with surprising consistency. Drifting within their own pleasure and awash with pent-up, hormonal lust, the two popular students made all manner of moans and pleas to keep the moment going, disregarding the situation or the circumstances that surrounded them. Danny’s body seemed to do all the talking, which would have come off as unusual for him if he could think about it. All he could focus on – all he wanted to focus on – was Paulina moaning his name as he pumped his cock in and out of her, faster and faster, hotter and hotter, neither of them wanting it to end. Danny could feel he was getting close, however, so he decided to slow it down somewhat, hoping to savor this potentially once-in-a-lifetime moment for as long as he could manage. It was still plenty for Paulina, her face suggesting she was still too overloaded from all of her own climaxes to care. His sensitive, aroused shaft could only hold on for so long, however, and soon enough, Danny felt his climax arrive at last. His balls tensed before letting loose, thick, creamy spurts of hot, potent grade-A jock seed starting to fill Paulina’s womb. Cumshot after cumshot gushed from his cock, the release causing Danny to let out a moan of his own as his half-day’s worth of built-up jizz was finally unleashed. Just how much Danny’s dick produced now was still so unfamiliar, yet at the same time, it was tantalizing and erotic.
After the last of Danny’s many thick jets of jizz were pumped into Paulina, the popular girl tried to regain her bearings and lift herself off from her jock fling. Unsteady at first, she began to slide herself off of Danny’s softening rod, lifting her body away until his cock left her stretched pussy, some of Danny’s cum still leaking out of it.
Danny grinned, pleased with himself. “You were amazing,” he replied, his voice a little distant as he soaked in the afterglow.
“So were you, you big stud,” replied Paulina, wrapping her arm around Danny and joining him on Mr. Lancer’s desk.
Even though the sexual desire was fading, Danny still felt like he was on cloud nine as they both sat there; not only had his crush noticed him at last, he had just had sex with her.
In the distance, Danny started to hear footsteps. They seemed to be getting louder and closer. It took a moment, but once he put the pieces together, it was enough to jolt Danny out of the remnants of his sexual daze.
Chapter 8
Lancer returned to the room, Kwan in tow, to the surprise of Paulina's presence and her and Danny seemingly adjusting their clothes. Despite somewhat eyeing the door, Danny was still caught by surprise, and gave a sheepish grin as the vice-principal took in the scene and made his own judgements. Paulina looked practically pristine and completely aloof in the center of his office. Danny on the other hand was having more difficulty straightening his look. His hair was more disheveled than usual, the hem of his tight tee was riding up to reveal his tight waist and cut cobblestone abs. The neckline looked stretched more than just his ponderous pecs could cause, and he was struggling to straighten the letterman that caused all this trouble over his broad shoulders.Looking to stay on-task, and perhaps realizing that potential faculty misconduct is a more important matter than suspicions of office shenanigans, Lancer simply gave a glare to Paulina that suggested she leave the room.
As fluidly as a cat, Paulina quietly complied, stepping towards the door with an air of disinterest. She seemed to glide across the room without a single hair out of place, and not even glancing at the two men she passed. Once she got to the open door she lingered there for just a moment, giving Danny a smoky smolder full of allure.
Danny, Lancer, and Kwan watched her leave with different expressions, and then they all took their respective seats.
Easily putting the pieces together, Kwan gave Danny a grin of knowing approval before turning back to face Lancer.
Mr. Lancer settled into his seat, and took a deep breath before eyeing the two big jocks. He couldn't help but note that they could easily take him physically, and that there was easily enough body mass between the two of them to outweigh him three fold. "So gentlemen, I've already spoken with both of you individually. And it has been brought to my attention that apparently the fight that took place in the lunchroom earlier was encouraged under duress by your coach. What did the two of you have to say for yourselves?"
"I just feel... awful," Danny admitted, lacking any pretense or inhibition. While the saucy encounter still lingered in his mind, it did little to distract him from the circumstances he was in.
"Does the term crocodile tears mean anything to you Mr. Baxter? Because I assure you, that I've heard that sob story plenty of times. From my investigations, the two of you are at the root of the fight that occurred. That means that both of you are going to be punished. However, the extent of your punishment will be determined by what you explain to me now. Did Coach Greaves threaten the two of you unless you beat up Dash Fenton?"
Kwan looked at Danny, trying to determine how to follow his lead. But he also looked nervous, with the same kind of facial expression that he had when the coach forced him to reveal that Danny was missing his letterman jacket in the first place.
"Yes," Danny said insistently. "Yes he did. He threatened my spot as team captain and to reduce Kwan to little more than a meat husk. I still remember the fear in Kwan's face after coach had threatened us. He didn't want to end up like the other... 'honorary team members'." Danny put the phrase into suspicious air quotes to cap off his surprisingly impassioned plea.
"Kwan, is this true? And if so, please tell me in your own words, like you did earlier, what exactly happened with the coach." Mr. Lancer now had a look of no-nonsense, and his glare at the two jocks could have bore holes through steel.
Kwan fidgeted in his seat for a moment, looking like he didn't want to talk, and glancing at Danny like he was going to get in trouble for this. Then he took a deep breath, and began describing what happened. "We were the last two leaving the gym, Coach Greaves had just forced me to help him open Danny's locker, to confirm that the letterman jacket was missing. And, we had just finished talking to the coach about how important it was to send a message to anyone that would disrespect us or that jacket. He then said that he expected Danny to beat the tar out of that scrawny thief, and make sure the rest of the crew could see him doing it. After giving us those instructions, he then said that if we don't, he would not only demote Danny from team captain, he would demote me to one of the practice assistants."
Mr. Lancer listened intently to both testimonies, taking a further moment to pause before speaking, "Well the demotion part doesn't sound that bad, I'm sure that it would have only have been temporary, and it doesn't sound like a really dangerous threat. But if he really did tell you to beat the tar out of Dash, then that is unacceptable."
Danny felt a confident sense of pride -- a deserved pride -- swell through him as Lancer appeared to take the situation seriously. He still had nagging worries about retribution from Coach, but those were far away; he was doing what he felt was right.
"Have there been other cases where the coach has acted as the man behind the curtain? Do you have any evidence that Coach Greaves is directly responsible for the mental damage of those teammates?"
Danny tried to rack his jock memories for anything he could find. Given coach's treatment just today, he was almost certain there was more to tell.
"Remember that other time he threatened you, Kwan?" Danny latched onto the first fruitful thing that came up. "'Ten swirlies by the end of the week'?"
"Y-yeah! And that was because my tutor wasn't able to help me pass that math test! Coach said that the guy deliberately sabotaged me, and needed to pay!"
"He didn't threaten us directly, but it was implied. And in that case, nobody was getting seriously hurt." Kwan seemed just as eager as Danny to spill the beans now that the dam had broke.
"It's always implied, even when he doesn't say it," Danny added. "Whenever something doesn't go his way, he sends us out like a little police force to -- "
"He didn't threaten us directly, but it was implied. And in that case, nobody was getting seriously hurt." Kwan seemed just as eager as Danny to spill the beans now that the dam had broke.
"It's always implied, even when he doesn't say it," Danny added. "Whenever something doesn't go his way, he sends us out like a little police force to -- "
Suddenly, Danny's train of thought was interrupted by a mental epiphany.
"Wait... I remember who it was that got turned into a practice assistant!"
While Kwan looked over with surprise, Lancer leaned forward with every intention of hearing what Danny was about to say.
"It was... it was Strom! Remember, Kwan? He had been saying he wanted to leave the team, and he had finally built up the nerve to talk to coach the day I overheard the two of them fighting. And then at practice that afternoon, there was a 'practice assistant' I hadn't seen before. I looked at him while coach was talking to another teammate, and... I just knew it was Strom. His face was still kind of there, but it was turning into that face all the dummies have. There's no way he could've had head trauma! It was the middle of school on a Tuesday! Practice wasn't until after school, and the next game wasn't until the weekend! And he was perfectly fine all morning!"
It seemed Danny couldn't control his mouth as he spilled a load of information out at once.
"I don't know why I didn't see it before... there's just no way it was head trauma. It had to be because of that meeting with coach."
Mr. Lancer stood up, reaching for the intercom, "All right, I've heard enough. We should have records that will allow us to investigate what Strom was like in the morning, and if there was a point in time that he could have received a head trauma. If what you said is true, it sounds like that event was caused by Coach Greaves."
He reached down and pushed a button, activating the device. "Coach Greaves, you need to come to my office immediately. And bring Assistant Coach Tetzlaff with you."
He then looked at Danny and Kwan. "Your punishment is suspended pending further investigation into this topic. As such you will be allowed to participate in tonight's game. I suggest that you expect Coach Tetzlaff to be in charge. I'm sending you out now as a precaution. If coach Greaves is truly threatening and injuring students, I don't want him to know that the two of you have told me this information. You are both dismissed; go straight to your final classes."
Nodding in agreement, the two jocks got up and left the vice-principal's office. Danny intended to take Lancer's words to heart and head straight to his last class, as he felt certain Coach Greaves would be on his case if he found out who exposed his misconduct.
As Danny and Kwan exited the office, the bell rang, signaling that all that's left is the final period. To get to his last class, Danny realized he would have to pass the nurse's office. Next to him, Kwan looked deeply pensive. "I think we did the right thing, but why does it feel like we're betraying his trust?"
"I get that feeling too," Danny agreed. "But I think we'll be alright."
Danny was lying a little, as he didn't know that for sure; however, he'd like to believe the situation would work itself out. To take his mind off of things, he thought about his muscles, moving through the halls, which, even after everything that had happened today, seemed to bring him some simple pleasure.
"Wait... I remember who it was that got turned into a practice assistant!"
While Kwan looked over with surprise, Lancer leaned forward with every intention of hearing what Danny was about to say.
"It was... it was Strom! Remember, Kwan? He had been saying he wanted to leave the team, and he had finally built up the nerve to talk to coach the day I overheard the two of them fighting. And then at practice that afternoon, there was a 'practice assistant' I hadn't seen before. I looked at him while coach was talking to another teammate, and... I just knew it was Strom. His face was still kind of there, but it was turning into that face all the dummies have. There's no way he could've had head trauma! It was the middle of school on a Tuesday! Practice wasn't until after school, and the next game wasn't until the weekend! And he was perfectly fine all morning!"
It seemed Danny couldn't control his mouth as he spilled a load of information out at once.
"I don't know why I didn't see it before... there's just no way it was head trauma. It had to be because of that meeting with coach."
Mr. Lancer stood up, reaching for the intercom, "All right, I've heard enough. We should have records that will allow us to investigate what Strom was like in the morning, and if there was a point in time that he could have received a head trauma. If what you said is true, it sounds like that event was caused by Coach Greaves."
He reached down and pushed a button, activating the device. "Coach Greaves, you need to come to my office immediately. And bring Assistant Coach Tetzlaff with you."
He then looked at Danny and Kwan. "Your punishment is suspended pending further investigation into this topic. As such you will be allowed to participate in tonight's game. I suggest that you expect Coach Tetzlaff to be in charge. I'm sending you out now as a precaution. If coach Greaves is truly threatening and injuring students, I don't want him to know that the two of you have told me this information. You are both dismissed; go straight to your final classes."
Nodding in agreement, the two jocks got up and left the vice-principal's office. Danny intended to take Lancer's words to heart and head straight to his last class, as he felt certain Coach Greaves would be on his case if he found out who exposed his misconduct.
As Danny and Kwan exited the office, the bell rang, signaling that all that's left is the final period. To get to his last class, Danny realized he would have to pass the nurse's office. Next to him, Kwan looked deeply pensive. "I think we did the right thing, but why does it feel like we're betraying his trust?"
"I get that feeling too," Danny agreed. "But I think we'll be alright."
Danny was lying a little, as he didn't know that for sure; however, he'd like to believe the situation would work itself out. To take his mind off of things, he thought about his muscles, moving through the halls, which, even after everything that had happened today, seemed to bring him some simple pleasure.
"You want to swing by your locker to tell the rest of the team what's happening with Coach Greaves?"
"I'm... not sure how good of an idea that is," Danny admitted.
"Why? What's wrong? The team's going to start asking questions when they see that it's Coach Tetzlaff running things tonight."
"You have a point," Danny figured, "But what if they tell coach who did it? We all -- well, used to -- trust coach."
Kwan paled when he realized what Danny was saying was true. "I hadn't thought about that. I think they'd be really upset with us.... What do you think we should do then?"
"I think we need to keep this quiet," Danny explained. "Just stay cool, and wait for this all to blow over. I've got your back, Kwan."
"But Dan, what about our next classes? I'm in a different class than you!" The big beefy jock looked like he was about to panic.
As the two jocks walked through the hall talking to each other, Danny couldn't help but notice a shift in the personalities of all the students around him. Hushed whispers, stolen glances; they’re clearly talking and gossiping about the football captain. Word was already spreading about the incident at the lunch room, and no doubt it was growing out of control. Particularly with the fact that Kwan was called to the office as well.
Danny sighed. "You'll just have to tough it out. You'll be alright," he insisted; however, given how quickly he caved about the stolen jacket earlier, he didn't know how true that was. But things were different now, he hoped; he knew now to be suspicious of Coach Greaves. "If it makes you more comfortable, I'll even walk you to class."
"N-no man. I should be fine. Besides, it's the opposite direction that you need to go. And everybody's going to be looking for you. Good luck!" With that, the big jock ran off down the hall.
Kwan's nervous exit gave Danny reason to worry, though he tried to believe his best friend would be fine.
It was now just Danny and the crowd, and the growing rumors of what had happened in the lunchroom. Despite how good he felt from doing the right thing just a little while ago, he still couldn't get the earlier incident off his mind, and the murmurs as he walked down the hall were not helping. He couldn't take back what he was forced into in the past, but he could try to make things better in the present. Despite Lancer's earlier warning, he decided to take a detour on the way to his last class.
Soon enough, Danny had arrived in front of the nurse's office. He knew Dash was right inside, but as he was about to open the door, it came to his mind again that he was the one who put him there. Despite the fact that he was a hero -- or used to be a hero -- Danny still gave in to peer pressure, and the pressures put on by the coach, to give in to his new worst tendencies as a jock. If his scrawny self, the him he was yesterday, looked at him today, that Danny would probably never be able to forgive him. He doubted his friends -- or now Dash's friends -- would be too kind to him right now either.
Danny despaired, but knew he couldn't change what he had done; he could only move forward from here, and that started by opening the door to the nurse's office. He wanted to at least see how Dash was doing. Placing one meaty hand on the handle, he slowly turned it and let himself in.
The smell of cleaning chemicals, and medication was the first thing Danny noticed as he entered into the brightly-lit nurse's office. Behind a desk situated to monitor the door, the nurse is sitting there working on paperwork, she looks up and scowls.
"Please fill out the paperwork stating the nature of the medical emergency. If you're not here for medical assistance, then I have to ask you to leave. I will not tolerate any bullying within my office."
"I'm not gonna do anything to him!" Danny insisted, dropping all pretense as she had. "I just want to see him. I... I feel bad." Danny's emotions were sincere, though given how the rest of the faculty had treated him, he doubted the nurse would believe him.
"And you should. Beating up a young man less than half your size!? It's reprehensible! He's lucky he didn't come in here with a concussion. What were you thinking? And now you have the nerve to come in here and try to apologize to him!? Give me one good reason that I should believe that you are sincere."
"I... wasn't in my right mind earlier. I... was in his place, once upon a time, and today I was reminded of just how awful that feels. He deserves a level of sympathy that... that I never got." Danny realized he was doing far more for Dash than Dash had ever done for him when he was the bully. He wondered how Dash justified such a lack of remorse every day after beating Danny up.
The nurse eyed him for a moment, "Alright. I'll let you in, but don't think that I've forgotten all the other children that you and your friends have sent here. And you better be on your best behavior with his other guests, I guarantee that she'll have less tolerance for you right now than I do. And you better get to your last class on time, so no dilly-dallying. Got it?"
"Got it," Danny hastily agreed. He worried about having to be in the same room with his former friends, however; he wasn't sure if he could face them.
There wasn't a door, a wall, or any other real barrier between the nurses desk and the patients. Rounding the corner of the half wall, Danny could already see his two friends watching him from either side of Dash. Dash himself was laying there propped up, looking at Danny and still covered in bruises. Before Dash can say anything, Sam speaks up, "What are you doing here Baxter? Come to gloat?"
"No, not at all," Danny stated. Part of him wanted to chicken out and leave at the sight of his former friends, but Danny held firm and stayed. He was otherwise fairly quiet in that moment, looking at just how badly hurt Dash still was. He was hoping Dash would eventually vouch for him.
Eventually Tucker's curiosity got the better of him, "Then.... What are you here for?"
"I'm here to... apologize." Danny couldn't explain what exactly was going on, but he still tried to hint at it. "Dash knows what's going on better than you guys do, but he... didn't really deserve what I gave him earlier."
Sam snorted at the thought of remorse from Danny. "You've got that right," she said, completely indignant. "He was talking about something involving a ghost and switching lives with somebody. I assume that that was you?"
"Yeah..." Danny admitted. "We're both not our usual selves today. Usually he's the jock and I'm, well..." He gestured towards Dash.
"Well, if this is the way that you act as a jock, then perhaps you don't deserve to be Danny Fenton. When Dash told me that he wasn't supposed to be the Dash that we know, and had switched places with somebody else, I had no idea it was going to be you. But, I was still going to help if I could. Now after that stunt you pulled, if this is what you don't want to be, then it would make a fitting punishment for you to become a meathead permanently. As far as I'm concerned Danny Baxter, I hate your guts, and never want to see you again!"
As she continued to rail on Danny, her voice escalated until it was a full-on shout at her former friend. So much so that the nurse showed up, and carefully put a hand on Danny's arm, "...I think it's time for you to leave."
While he didn't succeed in even getting a word in with Dash, Danny wasn't willing to cause a scene over it. He let the nurse take him out of the room, but not before asking, "Dash, can we talk about this later?" His face was both hopeful and defeated.
"Yeah... sure, not that we have much of a choice on this." Sam looks at him as if to ask what he means by that.
Danny waved goodbye to Dash, somewhat dejectedly, as the nurse encouraged him out of the room.
As he is ushered out of the nurse's office, the first warning bell sounded.
A few minutes later, Danny arrived in class. The bell signaling he was late had already rang on his way there, but that wasn't his concern.
"I'm... not sure how good of an idea that is," Danny admitted.
"Why? What's wrong? The team's going to start asking questions when they see that it's Coach Tetzlaff running things tonight."
"You have a point," Danny figured, "But what if they tell coach who did it? We all -- well, used to -- trust coach."
Kwan paled when he realized what Danny was saying was true. "I hadn't thought about that. I think they'd be really upset with us.... What do you think we should do then?"
"I think we need to keep this quiet," Danny explained. "Just stay cool, and wait for this all to blow over. I've got your back, Kwan."
"But Dan, what about our next classes? I'm in a different class than you!" The big beefy jock looked like he was about to panic.
As the two jocks walked through the hall talking to each other, Danny couldn't help but notice a shift in the personalities of all the students around him. Hushed whispers, stolen glances; they’re clearly talking and gossiping about the football captain. Word was already spreading about the incident at the lunch room, and no doubt it was growing out of control. Particularly with the fact that Kwan was called to the office as well.
Danny sighed. "You'll just have to tough it out. You'll be alright," he insisted; however, given how quickly he caved about the stolen jacket earlier, he didn't know how true that was. But things were different now, he hoped; he knew now to be suspicious of Coach Greaves. "If it makes you more comfortable, I'll even walk you to class."
"N-no man. I should be fine. Besides, it's the opposite direction that you need to go. And everybody's going to be looking for you. Good luck!" With that, the big jock ran off down the hall.
Kwan's nervous exit gave Danny reason to worry, though he tried to believe his best friend would be fine.
It was now just Danny and the crowd, and the growing rumors of what had happened in the lunchroom. Despite how good he felt from doing the right thing just a little while ago, he still couldn't get the earlier incident off his mind, and the murmurs as he walked down the hall were not helping. He couldn't take back what he was forced into in the past, but he could try to make things better in the present. Despite Lancer's earlier warning, he decided to take a detour on the way to his last class.
Soon enough, Danny had arrived in front of the nurse's office. He knew Dash was right inside, but as he was about to open the door, it came to his mind again that he was the one who put him there. Despite the fact that he was a hero -- or used to be a hero -- Danny still gave in to peer pressure, and the pressures put on by the coach, to give in to his new worst tendencies as a jock. If his scrawny self, the him he was yesterday, looked at him today, that Danny would probably never be able to forgive him. He doubted his friends -- or now Dash's friends -- would be too kind to him right now either.
Danny despaired, but knew he couldn't change what he had done; he could only move forward from here, and that started by opening the door to the nurse's office. He wanted to at least see how Dash was doing. Placing one meaty hand on the handle, he slowly turned it and let himself in.
The smell of cleaning chemicals, and medication was the first thing Danny noticed as he entered into the brightly-lit nurse's office. Behind a desk situated to monitor the door, the nurse is sitting there working on paperwork, she looks up and scowls.
"Please fill out the paperwork stating the nature of the medical emergency. If you're not here for medical assistance, then I have to ask you to leave. I will not tolerate any bullying within my office."
"I'm not gonna do anything to him!" Danny insisted, dropping all pretense as she had. "I just want to see him. I... I feel bad." Danny's emotions were sincere, though given how the rest of the faculty had treated him, he doubted the nurse would believe him.
"And you should. Beating up a young man less than half your size!? It's reprehensible! He's lucky he didn't come in here with a concussion. What were you thinking? And now you have the nerve to come in here and try to apologize to him!? Give me one good reason that I should believe that you are sincere."
"I... wasn't in my right mind earlier. I... was in his place, once upon a time, and today I was reminded of just how awful that feels. He deserves a level of sympathy that... that I never got." Danny realized he was doing far more for Dash than Dash had ever done for him when he was the bully. He wondered how Dash justified such a lack of remorse every day after beating Danny up.
The nurse eyed him for a moment, "Alright. I'll let you in, but don't think that I've forgotten all the other children that you and your friends have sent here. And you better be on your best behavior with his other guests, I guarantee that she'll have less tolerance for you right now than I do. And you better get to your last class on time, so no dilly-dallying. Got it?"
"Got it," Danny hastily agreed. He worried about having to be in the same room with his former friends, however; he wasn't sure if he could face them.
There wasn't a door, a wall, or any other real barrier between the nurses desk and the patients. Rounding the corner of the half wall, Danny could already see his two friends watching him from either side of Dash. Dash himself was laying there propped up, looking at Danny and still covered in bruises. Before Dash can say anything, Sam speaks up, "What are you doing here Baxter? Come to gloat?"
"No, not at all," Danny stated. Part of him wanted to chicken out and leave at the sight of his former friends, but Danny held firm and stayed. He was otherwise fairly quiet in that moment, looking at just how badly hurt Dash still was. He was hoping Dash would eventually vouch for him.
Eventually Tucker's curiosity got the better of him, "Then.... What are you here for?"
"I'm here to... apologize." Danny couldn't explain what exactly was going on, but he still tried to hint at it. "Dash knows what's going on better than you guys do, but he... didn't really deserve what I gave him earlier."
Sam snorted at the thought of remorse from Danny. "You've got that right," she said, completely indignant. "He was talking about something involving a ghost and switching lives with somebody. I assume that that was you?"
"Yeah..." Danny admitted. "We're both not our usual selves today. Usually he's the jock and I'm, well..." He gestured towards Dash.
"Well, if this is the way that you act as a jock, then perhaps you don't deserve to be Danny Fenton. When Dash told me that he wasn't supposed to be the Dash that we know, and had switched places with somebody else, I had no idea it was going to be you. But, I was still going to help if I could. Now after that stunt you pulled, if this is what you don't want to be, then it would make a fitting punishment for you to become a meathead permanently. As far as I'm concerned Danny Baxter, I hate your guts, and never want to see you again!"
As she continued to rail on Danny, her voice escalated until it was a full-on shout at her former friend. So much so that the nurse showed up, and carefully put a hand on Danny's arm, "...I think it's time for you to leave."
While he didn't succeed in even getting a word in with Dash, Danny wasn't willing to cause a scene over it. He let the nurse take him out of the room, but not before asking, "Dash, can we talk about this later?" His face was both hopeful and defeated.
"Yeah... sure, not that we have much of a choice on this." Sam looks at him as if to ask what he means by that.
Danny waved goodbye to Dash, somewhat dejectedly, as the nurse encouraged him out of the room.
As he is ushered out of the nurse's office, the first warning bell sounded.
A few minutes later, Danny arrived in class. The bell signaling he was late had already rang on his way there, but that wasn't his concern.
He spent much of the last period of his day as a jock thinking about everything that had happened.
On the positive side, he had a killer body, amazing package, and he was the top dog both in sports and in school. Not to mention he had sexytimes with Paulina earlier; a dream if he ever had one.
On the negative side, revenge was far from as sweet as he thought it would be, given it alienated his friends -- now certainly his former friends -- and drew somewhat unwanted attention to himself.
At the same time, he had begun to take down a coach who he was certain was not who he seemed to be, which may be a nice, if not great, sendoff from his ghost-fighting duties.
If he was resigned to become a bully jock thanks to his own inadvertent wish, ending the day on a low note felt like justified comeuppance.
The day's events continued to play over and over in Danny's mind, the faces of the people he's hurt flashing before his eyes repeatedly. And the question of whether or not Danny wanted to change back kept playing over and over in his mind. Without even realizing it, the last class of the day was already almost over, and he was no closer to making a decision. Already, 8 hours had gone by, and now, at the end of the school day, he only had 16 hours left before he would be permanently trapped as Daniel Baxter.
As his thoughts continued to swirl around and around in his head, his hands began to wander. First it was just an itch on some part of his body, but gradually he began to rub his tight skin with his strong callused hands. Noticing how he’s positioned, Danny slides his hand up his T-shirt, easily finding his way towards his defined eight-pack abs. Each hard muscle etched into his stomach felt like it held more power than Danny’s whole body did before today. Caressing his cut torso seemed to capture Danny’s attention, pushing his worries away from his mind and offering a distraction that Danny would reluctantly admit was welcome. He figured that no one was expecting much out of Danny Baxter off the field anyway, right? As long as he kept winning football games, no one would care about anything else. And that prowess was hardly in doubt with the pythons Danny had for biceps now. Even with such a casual bend, Danny’s arms flexed to create a massive peak that the long sleeve of his letterman was barely able to hide. His inhibitions slipping by the second, Danny stuffed his arm higher into his shirt, reaching for his meaty pecs. There was a firm heft to the smooth shelf, but they also had just a little bit of give in them; perfect for girls to feel up. Danny continued to feel himself up, all over his upper body; it was only when he had to stifle a moan did he pause. Danny looked down under the desk and saw his throbbing cock, all eighteen hard inches snaking down his thigh. It was creating a lewd yet obvious bulge down his jeans that only seemed to make Danny look – and feel – hotter. Danny’s erection tempted him as his libido rose within. Even though he had so much to do the rest of the day, his hormonal urges seemed convincingly insistent he should take his girthy member out and masturbate – or, if he was lucky, maybe something more.
He needed a break, or at least some kind of guidance.
With distractions temporarily out of the way, he turned his focus to figuring out how to deal with the wish. Dash was likely still in the nurse's office, and figuring he wasted what little goodwill he had there earlier, he set his sights on the next likely option: Sam. Danny and Sam had figured out a lot of things related to ghost shenanigans together, but that was all before today. The vile expression she wore earlier was something Danny had never seen directed at him before, and it made him nervous about how she'd react to even being in the same room as him again.
Despite his fears, upon leaving his last class, Danny worked his way through the halls in search of Sam. Regardless of how she felt, he had to try and fix this wish, and she's one of the best he knew at figuring things out.
In the hallways, Danny could see the faces of his former friends and family. Jazz and Tucker wouldn't even look at him, and Sam's glare could have burned holes through concrete. And it was directed at Danny. By now, the rest of the school was back in a good mood, anticipation for the big game overcoming any trepidation about the fight that happened over lunch. However, Danny could still hear subtle whispers of gossip, including a few talking about Coach Greaves getting canned. That last part was met with mixed reactions; some worried about how well the team would do without him, others with sick satisfaction or timid relief.
Danny finally spotted Sam down the hall at her locker, and swaggered through the crowd of students. His muscular thighs were so thick that they forced him to walk with that stereotypical cocky stride he always thought jocks did deliberately. The fact he was forced to walk this way was just one more revelation about this lifestyle.
Sam had already glared at him on her way to that location, and now was either ignoring him, or hadn't noticed his approach yet. Tucker was nowhere to be seen, but Danny immediately recognized the shock of red hair cascading down his (currently-former) sister’s shoulders next to Sam. It looked like the two of them were having a conversation, and Danny was pretty sure he knew what it was about.
After some hesitation -- he still found it rude to interrupt -- Danny stepped up to the side of them and, for better or for worse, made his presence known.
"Um... hi," Danny greeted meekly after a few moments; certainly an un-jock-like approach. "Sam... Jazz..."
Both girls seemed to be ignoring the gigantic jock. Sam even started speaking louder. "...And what do you expect from such a dumb meathead? They don't even understand the meaning of the word ‘no’. I told the guy to get lost, and he just won't leave me alone!"
Jazz was clearly having more difficulty ignoring Danny than Sam was, he could see her taking momentary glances at him, and then quickly turning away. Even so, she still managed to talk as if he wasn't there. "It's so sad, I really did hope that he would rise above his base instincts. But I guess they all have a problem with controlling themselves. I'll have to update my thesis about there being good in everyone."
Danny was, somewhat rightly, taken aback at their discussion, but resisted the nagging urge to defend his tarnished pride. While he felt like they were talking about him, he didn't want to assume. Regardless, hearing how they were talking was saddening. Admittedly, it would be tough even for Danny to scrub kicking his former tormentor in the balls from his head, but as they talked about 'the good in everyone', he realized he was somewhat relying on the good in others to recognize -- or even consider -- the good in him today. Dash, the nurse, Lancer, and now Sam and Jazz. His checkered success rate in that regard tempered his hopes of the two girls he once knew even considering helping him out.
Sam places a comforting hand on Jazz's shoulder, "It's not your fault Jazz, you were hoping that he would do the right thing. That he was the hero you believed he could be. It's like when we faced that future version of Dash. You never stopped believing in your brother, even when his evil future was staring you in the face. It's not your fault that he broke his promise to you."
At this point, Sam finally glances at Danny for just a brief instant, as if to say ‘haven't you got the point yet?’ Then she went back to ignoring him.
His suspicions confirmed beyond reasonable doubt, Danny sighed, and tried to state his case.
"I don't expect you to forgive me, but I was forced into it, okay? Coach put my butt and my -- my friend's -- on the line if I didn't. And I already told Lancer about it."
"More importantly, how do we stop them?" Sam stated, getting straight to the point.
They all heard several of the monster jocks taking deep breaths at the same time.
Danny noticed the jocks inhaling deeply, and he prepared for what he thought was another cloud of ghastly green. "Watch out guys!" he warned.
Danny saw they were aiming their acidic breath at Tucker.
"Tucker! They're gonna make you one of them!" Danny managed to utter before the jock-beasts fired. He tried to lessen the blow by knocking a few of the jocks down, but he couldn't stop it himself.
"AHH! It burns!" Tucker yells, a hissing noise filling the air as he is engulfed in the cloud of acidic breath!
"You've gotta fight it Tucker!" Danny urged. "Remember who you really are -- you're not a jock!"
Tearing the remains of his battle-torn jock outfit from his body, Danny easily found his way through the locker room; first to his own locker to get his supplies, and then to the locker room showers. Picking a stall seemingly at random, Danny stepped inside and turned the water on.
As Danny rinsed, he couldn't help but notice the slickness of his skin under the water. It was strangely alluring to him, as if he could get lost in just watching the motions of his meaty flesh. He managed to maintain enough focus, however, to still remember to turn the shower off before too long.
Drying himself off with a towel, Danny passed by a mirror on his way back to his locker. He felt irresistible. His hair may have still been a little damp, but how he looked right now still looked sexy to him. It was starting to get him aroused -- and distracted again -- but Danny had to chide himself to focus.
Sticking his towel back into his locker, he began to pull out his football uniform. Danny's jockstrap, size extra-large, was secretly one of his favorite parts of his uniform; combined with the protective cup he was slipping into it, he felt it made his junk look even bigger than it already was. Some of the effect was dulled by the tight compression shorts he pulled up next, but Danny was still no less proud.
After reaching down to strap on his thigh pads and knee pads, Danny pulled on the pants of his uniform. Decked in white with two red bands around the ankles, the pants put every muscle of his legs into stark relief; every shadow the pants helped cast guided the eyes to exactly where his agile heft lied.
His bottom half handled, Danny moved to his top half, hauling out his shoulder pads. He thought about pulling his head through them, like usual; the weighty gear would rest on his massive pecs, the edges of the pads not even covering them fully. Between his arms and his chest, it would be a little bit of a struggle to clip everything together, but Danny would probably get it done anyway.
On the positive side, he had a killer body, amazing package, and he was the top dog both in sports and in school. Not to mention he had sexytimes with Paulina earlier; a dream if he ever had one.
On the negative side, revenge was far from as sweet as he thought it would be, given it alienated his friends -- now certainly his former friends -- and drew somewhat unwanted attention to himself.
At the same time, he had begun to take down a coach who he was certain was not who he seemed to be, which may be a nice, if not great, sendoff from his ghost-fighting duties.
If he was resigned to become a bully jock thanks to his own inadvertent wish, ending the day on a low note felt like justified comeuppance.
The day's events continued to play over and over in Danny's mind, the faces of the people he's hurt flashing before his eyes repeatedly. And the question of whether or not Danny wanted to change back kept playing over and over in his mind. Without even realizing it, the last class of the day was already almost over, and he was no closer to making a decision. Already, 8 hours had gone by, and now, at the end of the school day, he only had 16 hours left before he would be permanently trapped as Daniel Baxter.
As his thoughts continued to swirl around and around in his head, his hands began to wander. First it was just an itch on some part of his body, but gradually he began to rub his tight skin with his strong callused hands. Noticing how he’s positioned, Danny slides his hand up his T-shirt, easily finding his way towards his defined eight-pack abs. Each hard muscle etched into his stomach felt like it held more power than Danny’s whole body did before today. Caressing his cut torso seemed to capture Danny’s attention, pushing his worries away from his mind and offering a distraction that Danny would reluctantly admit was welcome. He figured that no one was expecting much out of Danny Baxter off the field anyway, right? As long as he kept winning football games, no one would care about anything else. And that prowess was hardly in doubt with the pythons Danny had for biceps now. Even with such a casual bend, Danny’s arms flexed to create a massive peak that the long sleeve of his letterman was barely able to hide. His inhibitions slipping by the second, Danny stuffed his arm higher into his shirt, reaching for his meaty pecs. There was a firm heft to the smooth shelf, but they also had just a little bit of give in them; perfect for girls to feel up. Danny continued to feel himself up, all over his upper body; it was only when he had to stifle a moan did he pause. Danny looked down under the desk and saw his throbbing cock, all eighteen hard inches snaking down his thigh. It was creating a lewd yet obvious bulge down his jeans that only seemed to make Danny look – and feel – hotter. Danny’s erection tempted him as his libido rose within. Even though he had so much to do the rest of the day, his hormonal urges seemed convincingly insistent he should take his girthy member out and masturbate – or, if he was lucky, maybe something more.
Chapter 9
As the last bell of the day rang, knocking Danny out of his thoughts, he felt relieved that the school day was over. He didn't know where this feeling was coming from, as he knew there was still the game tonight, but it felt like a small milestone in his day as a jock. But, as classes got out for the day, Danny tried to think positively -- or at least constructively -- about what the rest of the day held. Of course, it would be his time to shine at the football game, but the unfolding Coach Greaves situation, while necessary, stained the allure of it all.He needed a break, or at least some kind of guidance.
With distractions temporarily out of the way, he turned his focus to figuring out how to deal with the wish. Dash was likely still in the nurse's office, and figuring he wasted what little goodwill he had there earlier, he set his sights on the next likely option: Sam. Danny and Sam had figured out a lot of things related to ghost shenanigans together, but that was all before today. The vile expression she wore earlier was something Danny had never seen directed at him before, and it made him nervous about how she'd react to even being in the same room as him again.
Despite his fears, upon leaving his last class, Danny worked his way through the halls in search of Sam. Regardless of how she felt, he had to try and fix this wish, and she's one of the best he knew at figuring things out.
In the hallways, Danny could see the faces of his former friends and family. Jazz and Tucker wouldn't even look at him, and Sam's glare could have burned holes through concrete. And it was directed at Danny. By now, the rest of the school was back in a good mood, anticipation for the big game overcoming any trepidation about the fight that happened over lunch. However, Danny could still hear subtle whispers of gossip, including a few talking about Coach Greaves getting canned. That last part was met with mixed reactions; some worried about how well the team would do without him, others with sick satisfaction or timid relief.
Danny finally spotted Sam down the hall at her locker, and swaggered through the crowd of students. His muscular thighs were so thick that they forced him to walk with that stereotypical cocky stride he always thought jocks did deliberately. The fact he was forced to walk this way was just one more revelation about this lifestyle.
Sam had already glared at him on her way to that location, and now was either ignoring him, or hadn't noticed his approach yet. Tucker was nowhere to be seen, but Danny immediately recognized the shock of red hair cascading down his (currently-former) sister’s shoulders next to Sam. It looked like the two of them were having a conversation, and Danny was pretty sure he knew what it was about.
After some hesitation -- he still found it rude to interrupt -- Danny stepped up to the side of them and, for better or for worse, made his presence known.
"Um... hi," Danny greeted meekly after a few moments; certainly an un-jock-like approach. "Sam... Jazz..."
Both girls seemed to be ignoring the gigantic jock. Sam even started speaking louder. "...And what do you expect from such a dumb meathead? They don't even understand the meaning of the word ‘no’. I told the guy to get lost, and he just won't leave me alone!"
Jazz was clearly having more difficulty ignoring Danny than Sam was, he could see her taking momentary glances at him, and then quickly turning away. Even so, she still managed to talk as if he wasn't there. "It's so sad, I really did hope that he would rise above his base instincts. But I guess they all have a problem with controlling themselves. I'll have to update my thesis about there being good in everyone."
Danny was, somewhat rightly, taken aback at their discussion, but resisted the nagging urge to defend his tarnished pride. While he felt like they were talking about him, he didn't want to assume. Regardless, hearing how they were talking was saddening. Admittedly, it would be tough even for Danny to scrub kicking his former tormentor in the balls from his head, but as they talked about 'the good in everyone', he realized he was somewhat relying on the good in others to recognize -- or even consider -- the good in him today. Dash, the nurse, Lancer, and now Sam and Jazz. His checkered success rate in that regard tempered his hopes of the two girls he once knew even considering helping him out.
Sam places a comforting hand on Jazz's shoulder, "It's not your fault Jazz, you were hoping that he would do the right thing. That he was the hero you believed he could be. It's like when we faced that future version of Dash. You never stopped believing in your brother, even when his evil future was staring you in the face. It's not your fault that he broke his promise to you."
At this point, Sam finally glances at Danny for just a brief instant, as if to say ‘haven't you got the point yet?’ Then she went back to ignoring him.
His suspicions confirmed beyond reasonable doubt, Danny sighed, and tried to state his case.
"I don't expect you to forgive me, but I was forced into it, okay? Coach put my butt and my -- my friend's -- on the line if I didn't. And I already told Lancer about it."
Danny once again doubted honesty would work, but it was the best policy. Lying to them wouldn't convince them any more regardless.
"I can't say I didn't want to first thing this morning, but before lunch, I learned more about him than I'd ever known before. I didn't want to do it to him after that. But then Kwan grabbed hold of him in the cafeteria and... there was just no way out of it. Either way... it would have been at someone's expense. And I... I took the easy way out, not the right way," he finishes glumly.
At this point, Jazz rounds on Danny. "You are right about that last part; you took the easy way out, not the right way. But the fact of the matter is, you could have said no at any time! All the way up to the point that you threw that first punch, you could have decided not to do it! Instead now all you're doing is blaming everyone but yourself. The coach made you do it, you did it for Kwan, you did it because everybody else expected you to do it. But none of that matters, because you are the one that threw the first punch. So maybe you should take some responsibility."
"Why don't you finally learn what no means, and leave us alone. Because we're not going to help you." Sam states bluntly, then both girls turn their backs on Danny.
"Yeah, I beat him up! Do I look all proud and gloaty to you about it?" Danny was trying to hide his annoyance at their rightful disdain for his actions. "No, because I'm not proud of it, at least not today. But do you guys really want back proud and gloating regular-flavor Danny Baxter, shoving Dash into a locker every day without even this amount of remorse?"
Sam actually seemed to pause and think about that for a moment. "That depends, are you that way with gho--"
Suddenly, a scream rang out through the halls. Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound, and they saw several jocks hunched over around a nerd. A green mist seemed to be swirling around and into them, and as it absorbed into their bodies, they began to change, growing bigger and more feral. Their skin turned a sickly green, their eyes becoming shallow and yellow in the deep sockets of their mutated faces. Their muscles bulged and swelled, tearing their clothes as they transformed into hulking brutes. Seemingly succumbing to the strange effect, they stood up straight, and let out a synchronized roar.
Meanwhile, in other parts of the hall, more jocks were starting to go through the same transformation, their new grotesque, hulking forms towering over the crowds. Each pack then started to try to single out a weak target amongst the panicking crowds.
Down the hall Danny, Sam, and Jazz can see Dash looking around in terror at the ghost attack, his injuries all but gone.
"DASH! DO SOMETHING!!" Sam yells, and Dash does.
He runs.
He didn't need his ghost sense to figure out most of what was going on. Danny stood firm, ready to fight. The problem was, he was usually equipped with ghost powers in times like this. He wasn't sure what he'd be able to do. However, today Danny was packing plenty of muscle. He was willing to see how far that got him.
I'm pretty sure the jocks are being possessed, Danny mentally commented, And I have a feeling it's Coach who's behind this. Even though I don't have my powers, I've gotta do something.
From down the hall in the opposite direction of Dash’s cowardly escape, Danny and the others could hear a familiar voice. "Uh, guys? A little help?"
Several of the ghoul jocks had cornered Tucker, who had been on his way over to Sam when the commotion started. Now they were bearing down over him with grotesque muscles and snarling faces. "HELP!!"
Danny growled. "Get away from him!" he yelled. "I'm going ghost!"
Danny fired off his transformative catchphrase out of habit, then realized that nothing was happening except him probably looking a little foolish.
Annoyed, but remembering it was Dash who had his powers now, he decided to answer what he felt was his call with what he had: brute force. Danny ran towards the group of jocks circling Tucker and hoped for the best as he punched one of them square in the back, hoping to at least create a diversion to pull the haunted athletes away from Tucker.
His confidence improved by the successful hit, Danny shifted strategies slightly, and chose to also put his apparent years of bullying in this life to good use. This time, however, he wouldn't have any regrets. "Don't worry, Tucker, I've got you," Danny assured as his old friend hid behind his new legs. He probably shouldn't have called him by his name, he thought, but he had bigger fish to fry. Heading in for another attack, Danny aimed high and hit hard into another one of the possessed jocks.
Danny's fist connected squarely with his target, but this time the beastly athlete was expecting it, and it felt like Danny just punched an oak tree. His former teammate growled at him with a feral snarl, and took a slashing swipe at him with warped, claw-like hands!
The rest of Danny's team moved in, surrounding the would-be hero; by now the rest of the hallway was completely devoid of students and faculty, except for Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Jazz.
Danny managed to dodge the attack well enough, though it made him worry about his jacket for a moment. Choosing his priorities, Danny aimed a one-two for the haunted hulk's face, then sweeping a leg to try and trip the beast up.
The rest of the possessed brutes moved in around Danny, beginning to pummel him from all sides. Some had hulking arms that could hit harder than any lineman on the opposing team, and some had long arms that let them reach past their comrades to slash at Danny.
Easily outnumbered, Danny soon switched to defense, trying to hold back he could, and taking what he couldn't. While part of him found it embarrassing to potentially go down like this, the rest of him was a bit more calculating. "A little help here, guys?" Danny called out. "I know I haven't exactly been my best today, but – ah!" His sentence was cut off by a blow. "These guys are gonna wreck the place!"
The girls stood there ignoring Danny as he got pummeled, and Tucker was slowly sliding against the wall towards his backpack, trying to avoid being noticed. The beating was taking its toll, and Danny was garnering an assortment of bruises and scrapes all over his body.
After quite some time of this, the ghost jocks decided to switch tactics. A couple of them slammed into Danny with heavy tackles, proceeding to grapple him. A couple took some heavy pot shots at his exposed stomach and face, causing him to taste blood. The last one smiled wickedly as he started to inhale deeply.
A moment later, he opened his mouth wide, spewing some sort of green cloud over Danny. A burning sensation covers his skin, and he can even feel it starting to eat at his clothes.
Danny yowled in pain and agony as the ghost-enhanced jocks and their burning cloud start to get to him. Danny's yelps turn into groans and growls as he seemed to be fending something off in his mind. An urge in his head was growing louder and louder.
You're a jock, now act like one.
Visions of pummeling nerds and ganging up on geeks filled his head, and he felt a darkness eating away at him.
No, that's not who I am, Danny insisted to himself. I'm better than that. I'm not that kind of jock, I'm not that kind of jock!
Suddenly a green beam zaps one of the jocks from down the hall! A couple more gets shot from Sam's direction, freeing Danny and letting him drop to the ground.
"He may have been acting like a jerk, but at least he's not a monster right now." Sam quips.
"Yeah, and at least he's trying to act heroic." Jazz agrees.
"Danny! Take my spare Laser Lip Stick!" Tucker yells, sliding up back to back with his would-be savior. "You can have licorice."
Danny grabbed the device, properly engaged it, and fired it expertly at the brutes. His lack of hesitance or fumbling was surprising, almost as if he had some experience with the gadget before. Lasers were able to knock them down, but the ghoulish jocks just kept getting back up. Some of them even started crawling on all fours, climbing the walls and ceilings like really buff spiders.
"We can't just keep knocking them down! We need a plan!"
For some reason, the dark essence that was trying to overwhelm Danny seemed to have dissipated. Danny's reprieve from torment allowed him to notice the retreat of the dark energy.
"There's something possessing them," Danny explained as he continued to hold back the jock monsters. "I think it's making them act on their worst tendencies."
"How can you tell? They seem normal to me." Sam jabbed, blasting another jock as it tried to lunge at her and Jazz.
"The jocks I know have more to them than just bullying, even if it doesn't seem like that to the average nerd on the receiving end," Danny explained, almost as if he were knowledgeable on the subject. Tucker couldn’t help but object with a loud “Hey!” at the inadvertent description. "They have personalities, they have interests, they have feelings even. These guys, these things... they have no conscience. They only care about one thing. Not even a long-throw pass would faze these guys."
Jazz tried to understand what Danny was saying. "What do you mean about a long throw pass fazing them?"
She side-steps one of the big lunks, and used the kickboxing she’d been practicing at Fenton Works to punt him in the rump! The jocks’ growl is cut short as he hits the floor hard.
"If one of us said 'Hey, go long!'," Danny explained, "we'd drop what we're doing and try to catch the football. These guys right now wouldn't notice."
"I can't say I didn't want to first thing this morning, but before lunch, I learned more about him than I'd ever known before. I didn't want to do it to him after that. But then Kwan grabbed hold of him in the cafeteria and... there was just no way out of it. Either way... it would have been at someone's expense. And I... I took the easy way out, not the right way," he finishes glumly.
At this point, Jazz rounds on Danny. "You are right about that last part; you took the easy way out, not the right way. But the fact of the matter is, you could have said no at any time! All the way up to the point that you threw that first punch, you could have decided not to do it! Instead now all you're doing is blaming everyone but yourself. The coach made you do it, you did it for Kwan, you did it because everybody else expected you to do it. But none of that matters, because you are the one that threw the first punch. So maybe you should take some responsibility."
"Why don't you finally learn what no means, and leave us alone. Because we're not going to help you." Sam states bluntly, then both girls turn their backs on Danny.
"Yeah, I beat him up! Do I look all proud and gloaty to you about it?" Danny was trying to hide his annoyance at their rightful disdain for his actions. "No, because I'm not proud of it, at least not today. But do you guys really want back proud and gloating regular-flavor Danny Baxter, shoving Dash into a locker every day without even this amount of remorse?"
Sam actually seemed to pause and think about that for a moment. "That depends, are you that way with gho--"
Suddenly, a scream rang out through the halls. Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound, and they saw several jocks hunched over around a nerd. A green mist seemed to be swirling around and into them, and as it absorbed into their bodies, they began to change, growing bigger and more feral. Their skin turned a sickly green, their eyes becoming shallow and yellow in the deep sockets of their mutated faces. Their muscles bulged and swelled, tearing their clothes as they transformed into hulking brutes. Seemingly succumbing to the strange effect, they stood up straight, and let out a synchronized roar.
Meanwhile, in other parts of the hall, more jocks were starting to go through the same transformation, their new grotesque, hulking forms towering over the crowds. Each pack then started to try to single out a weak target amongst the panicking crowds.
Down the hall Danny, Sam, and Jazz can see Dash looking around in terror at the ghost attack, his injuries all but gone.
"DASH! DO SOMETHING!!" Sam yells, and Dash does.
He runs.
He didn't need his ghost sense to figure out most of what was going on. Danny stood firm, ready to fight. The problem was, he was usually equipped with ghost powers in times like this. He wasn't sure what he'd be able to do. However, today Danny was packing plenty of muscle. He was willing to see how far that got him.
I'm pretty sure the jocks are being possessed, Danny mentally commented, And I have a feeling it's Coach who's behind this. Even though I don't have my powers, I've gotta do something.
From down the hall in the opposite direction of Dash’s cowardly escape, Danny and the others could hear a familiar voice. "Uh, guys? A little help?"
Several of the ghoul jocks had cornered Tucker, who had been on his way over to Sam when the commotion started. Now they were bearing down over him with grotesque muscles and snarling faces. "HELP!!"
Danny growled. "Get away from him!" he yelled. "I'm going ghost!"
Danny fired off his transformative catchphrase out of habit, then realized that nothing was happening except him probably looking a little foolish.
Annoyed, but remembering it was Dash who had his powers now, he decided to answer what he felt was his call with what he had: brute force. Danny ran towards the group of jocks circling Tucker and hoped for the best as he punched one of them square in the back, hoping to at least create a diversion to pull the haunted athletes away from Tucker.
His confidence improved by the successful hit, Danny shifted strategies slightly, and chose to also put his apparent years of bullying in this life to good use. This time, however, he wouldn't have any regrets. "Don't worry, Tucker, I've got you," Danny assured as his old friend hid behind his new legs. He probably shouldn't have called him by his name, he thought, but he had bigger fish to fry. Heading in for another attack, Danny aimed high and hit hard into another one of the possessed jocks.
Danny's fist connected squarely with his target, but this time the beastly athlete was expecting it, and it felt like Danny just punched an oak tree. His former teammate growled at him with a feral snarl, and took a slashing swipe at him with warped, claw-like hands!
The rest of Danny's team moved in, surrounding the would-be hero; by now the rest of the hallway was completely devoid of students and faculty, except for Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Jazz.
Danny managed to dodge the attack well enough, though it made him worry about his jacket for a moment. Choosing his priorities, Danny aimed a one-two for the haunted hulk's face, then sweeping a leg to try and trip the beast up.
The rest of the possessed brutes moved in around Danny, beginning to pummel him from all sides. Some had hulking arms that could hit harder than any lineman on the opposing team, and some had long arms that let them reach past their comrades to slash at Danny.
Easily outnumbered, Danny soon switched to defense, trying to hold back he could, and taking what he couldn't. While part of him found it embarrassing to potentially go down like this, the rest of him was a bit more calculating. "A little help here, guys?" Danny called out. "I know I haven't exactly been my best today, but – ah!" His sentence was cut off by a blow. "These guys are gonna wreck the place!"
The girls stood there ignoring Danny as he got pummeled, and Tucker was slowly sliding against the wall towards his backpack, trying to avoid being noticed. The beating was taking its toll, and Danny was garnering an assortment of bruises and scrapes all over his body.
After quite some time of this, the ghost jocks decided to switch tactics. A couple of them slammed into Danny with heavy tackles, proceeding to grapple him. A couple took some heavy pot shots at his exposed stomach and face, causing him to taste blood. The last one smiled wickedly as he started to inhale deeply.
A moment later, he opened his mouth wide, spewing some sort of green cloud over Danny. A burning sensation covers his skin, and he can even feel it starting to eat at his clothes.
Danny yowled in pain and agony as the ghost-enhanced jocks and their burning cloud start to get to him. Danny's yelps turn into groans and growls as he seemed to be fending something off in his mind. An urge in his head was growing louder and louder.
You're a jock, now act like one.
Visions of pummeling nerds and ganging up on geeks filled his head, and he felt a darkness eating away at him.
No, that's not who I am, Danny insisted to himself. I'm better than that. I'm not that kind of jock, I'm not that kind of jock!
Suddenly a green beam zaps one of the jocks from down the hall! A couple more gets shot from Sam's direction, freeing Danny and letting him drop to the ground.
"He may have been acting like a jerk, but at least he's not a monster right now." Sam quips.
"Yeah, and at least he's trying to act heroic." Jazz agrees.
"Danny! Take my spare Laser Lip Stick!" Tucker yells, sliding up back to back with his would-be savior. "You can have licorice."
Danny grabbed the device, properly engaged it, and fired it expertly at the brutes. His lack of hesitance or fumbling was surprising, almost as if he had some experience with the gadget before. Lasers were able to knock them down, but the ghoulish jocks just kept getting back up. Some of them even started crawling on all fours, climbing the walls and ceilings like really buff spiders.
"We can't just keep knocking them down! We need a plan!"
For some reason, the dark essence that was trying to overwhelm Danny seemed to have dissipated. Danny's reprieve from torment allowed him to notice the retreat of the dark energy.
"There's something possessing them," Danny explained as he continued to hold back the jock monsters. "I think it's making them act on their worst tendencies."
"How can you tell? They seem normal to me." Sam jabbed, blasting another jock as it tried to lunge at her and Jazz.
"The jocks I know have more to them than just bullying, even if it doesn't seem like that to the average nerd on the receiving end," Danny explained, almost as if he were knowledgeable on the subject. Tucker couldn’t help but object with a loud “Hey!” at the inadvertent description. "They have personalities, they have interests, they have feelings even. These guys, these things... they have no conscience. They only care about one thing. Not even a long-throw pass would faze these guys."
Jazz tried to understand what Danny was saying. "What do you mean about a long throw pass fazing them?"
She side-steps one of the big lunks, and used the kickboxing she’d been practicing at Fenton Works to punt him in the rump! The jocks’ growl is cut short as he hits the floor hard.
"If one of us said 'Hey, go long!'," Danny explained, "we'd drop what we're doing and try to catch the football. These guys right now wouldn't notice."
"More importantly, how do we stop them?" Sam stated, getting straight to the point.
They all heard several of the monster jocks taking deep breaths at the same time.
Danny noticed the jocks inhaling deeply, and he prepared for what he thought was another cloud of ghastly green. "Watch out guys!" he warned.
Danny saw they were aiming their acidic breath at Tucker.
"Tucker! They're gonna make you one of them!" Danny managed to utter before the jock-beasts fired. He tried to lessen the blow by knocking a few of the jocks down, but he couldn't stop it himself.
"AHH! It burns!" Tucker yells, a hissing noise filling the air as he is engulfed in the cloud of acidic breath!
"You've gotta fight it Tucker!" Danny urged. "Remember who you really are -- you're not a jock!"
Danny hoped the affirmation would be enough to save Tucker. He was worried he wouldn't hold up.
"I know that! Get out of the way! I need to wash this acid off!" Tucker came scrambling out of the green cloud; his clothes starting to break down, but no sign of him turning into a jock.
Danny let Tucker by, reassured -- at least for the moment.
"Maybe that could work for the other jocks," Danny thought, trying to formulate a plan. "But how?"
"We could just use the Ghost Peeler?" Jazz asks matter-of-factly. During the distraction, she had enough time to activate the armor and equip it safely. "You did say they were being possessed, right?"
"Yes, that's perfect!" Danny replied. "Great idea, Jazz." Danny moved to give her a clear shot.
"Glad you agree."
BRRZAAAAPPPP!
The blast hit a couple of the jocks, and in the beam of light for a brief moment a dark silhouette could be seen peeling off of each jock. A moment later, the original athletes could be seen lying there on the floor, knocked out.
"Two down. But I only have enough energy for three more blasts!”
"Then we've got to get them all together," Danny figured. "How are we gonna do that?..."
After struggling to come up with an idea, Danny finally comes up with something.
"We've gotta corner them!" Danny calls out.
"Sure! And where do you propose we do that?" Sam stated, blasting another jock away from Jazz.
"I know! We could use the stairwell! It's right over there!" Tucker chimes in helpfully, pointing behind the group.
"Sounds like a plan!"
Looking to create a diversion, Danny leaps onto the back of one of the beastly bullies, kicking and punching like an aggressive monkey.
The shock of suddenly being tackled by Baxter in such a ferocious way was enough to cause the ghoulish jock to yelp in surprise. One of the other bullies moved to pry Danny off, but the rest focused on chasing the rest of the team towards the stairwell.
Danny held on to the haunted hulk, despite the efforts of the other jock grabbing at his sides. He was surprised at how big the jock's hands felt; even as usually the biggest guy on the team, it admittedly made him feel a little small.
Finally, Danny was dragged off the jock’s back, and the two started to pummel their captain; one holding him under the arms, the other pounding Danny. It was very reminiscent of what happened in the cafeteria.
As the similarities to what he did to Dash came to Danny's mind, he thought about taking his karmic comeuppance. However, Danny decided against it, and fought back while trying to figure out how to wriggle out of their grasp. While Danny was still held in a Full Nelson by the one giant jock, the other one wheeled back to deliver a power blow!
Held helplessly, Danny let out a cry as he took the damaging blow. Despite his strength as a powerful jock, it still hurt badly enough that Danny needed a moment to recover afterward.
With the other brute holding him up sturdily at the moment, it freed Danny up to use both of his dangling feet to kick back at the jock that just hit him. Following his attack, he slid out from under the grasp of the lunk holding him, ready to face off with him.
Danny ended up hitting the jock’s jaw, knocking out a tooth. The other jock, watching dumbfoundedly, was startled by Danny slipping out of his grasp, and lunged forward to try and grapple his victim again. Danny dived away from his former captor, betting on the jocks to crash into each other. Instead, the one brute swept his arm with a powerful backhand meant to knock Danny off his feet. The other jock, now missing a tooth, howled and charged forward to trample the star quarterback.
Danny tripped, but soon regained his composure, and side-swiped the other jock attempting to tackle him.
The two struggled against each other, their mighty muscles bulging. The possessed jock clearly had the size and strength advantage, but Danny proved no pushover. The other jock moved in to help his companion.
"OKAY! We know you're macho! But playtime is over!" Danny heard from behind him, right before a large blast of ecto-energy washed over the stud. A moment later, his opponents were reverted back to normal, and Danny was standing there squashing one of the team’s running backs. Looking over, he can see the Fenton Peeler deactivating near Jazz, a pile of formerly possessed jocks laying on the floor of the stairwell. Outside, they can hear the authorities arriving.
Letting go of the now conked-out jock, Danny walked up to Jazz, Sam and Tucker soon joining her side.
"Thanks, you guys... and thanks for believing in me. I couldn't have done this without you."
Both Jazz and Sam diverted their eyes; not in an effort to ignore and shame Danny like before, but instead they now looked... embarrassed. Even Tucker covered his face. "Dude... you, uh, need new clothes."
"Yeah..." Danny realized as he noticed just how much of a number the battle had done on his usually pristine outfit. "I look a mess."
His shirt and jacket were in tatters, giving the ladies and Tucker an eyeful of his beefy arms and meaty pecs. You could even peek through and see some of his eight-pack. His pants fared better, but they were still ripped up on the sides, showing his thighs and quads. His plump package and toned rear end were, luckily, salvaged from the damage.
As the sound of sirens grew silent outside, Danny turned to another thought.
"Um... can we get out of here, go somewhere else? This doesn't look good, and I think I've been in enough trouble today."
"Yeah. Is there someplace where you can get a change of clothes? It looks like those are still falling apart. Which kinda makes sense ‘cause of that acid breath... You might even want to get it off your skin." Tucker pointed out, by which point both girls were blushing.
"Well, I can't go home right now," Danny explained, the words meaning more to Danny than they probably did to his former friends and family. "But I guess I can shower and get changed for tonight's game a little early."
Danny pulled on the collar of his shredded shirt, and, much to his surprise, quickly tore a line down the weakened fabric, giving them all a good glimpse at his sweat-laced pectorals and stunning abs. Danny's surprise soon turned to amusement as he realized what he had just done. Danny was finally getting comfortable again, and he was really starting to enjoy it.
"Man, I might as well just take these off..." Danny figured, and without a care in the world, he slipped off the rest of his shirt and jacket, putting his whole upper-body on display. Super-sized arms, flaring traps and lats, his stellar V-taper, everything was showing. And his definition always seemed to look bigger and more amazing every time he hadn't seen it for a while, such as after a long day. Danny gave off a confident, charming smile as he stood topless, leaving his clothes to disintegrate right on the floor of the hallway.
"Geeze. Can we get any more testosterone in here!?" Sam demanded, trying to pretend that she wasn't impressed, or infatuated. Jazz just kept looking away, blushing the whole time and trying to remind herself that in another timeline this was her brother over and over again.
Tucker, on the other hand, decided to walk next to Danny, figuring that the best place to not see anything was to be where his view wasn't obscured. "So... Danny, we're friends in another timeline, huh? What's that like?"
Both girls behind Danny couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his sweet bubble butt bouncing with each swaggering step in those tight skinny jeans.
"Uhh, well for one, I'm a lot smaller than this," Danny began with a joke. At first, he wondered how to explain it to Tucker, but then the words just came naturally. "But really, we're just inseparable. You and I go through everything together. We've always got each other's backs."
"Really? What's my favorite salad dressing?"
"Why would you have a favorite salad dressing?" Danny asked. "You wouldn't be caught dead eating one."
"Ĉu vi iam renkontis fantomon nomatan lupo?" Tucker then asked in Esperanto, the language used by geeks.
"Yes, he's a friend of ours – he helped us fight Walker, remember?" Danny said matter-of-factly, as if Danny were walking with Tucker as his old self, and not as a newly-minted jock.
"SAM! He speaks the language of our people! He's one of us!" Tucker shouted back at Sam and Jazz, both of whom almost look hypnotized at this point.
"Yeah. That's nice Tuck." Sam replied dismissively. It looked like there was a little drool coming out of the corner of her mouth.
"Sheesh, what's up with them?" Tucker asked, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at the two mesmerized girls. Danny just shrugged his broad boulder shoulders as a non-committal response.
"Anyways, next question. What is my least favorite thing about hospitals?" Tucker persisted.
"You know, now that I think about it, I'm surprised you were in the nurse's office with Dash earlier – you really hate hospitals," Danny continued, without even having to think much about it.
"What was the name of that sweet cologne I created?"
"Easy one. It's 'Foley, by Tucker Foley'," Danny replied. As he stated the catch phrase, he naturally motioned the hand gestures the two made up for the scent, practically by muscle memory. "That was a... useful fragrance."
Tucker jumped into the same pose, speaking the catch phrase in chorus. However, it was kind of awkward now with Danny being so much taller. Tucker found himself staring at his sick abs, and Danny was pointing at thin air.
"You really were my best friend! What happened?"
"Well, I had a really bad day yesterday, and Desiree caught me complaining about it, and I woke up this morning as a big jock!" Danny explained. "I don't mind the body, and finally being cool, but everything else today... has just kinda sucked."
"Dude, being cool isn't all it's cracked up to be. Most of today I thought you were a jerk, but here and now I think you're awesome! Which would you prefer?"
Danny sighed. "Honestly, I don't even know anymore... I've learned a lot today, and I'm still trying to figure things out."
"Did you really mean to wish to be a jock?"
"No, it was an accident..." Danny explained. "But now that I've tasted it, it's hard to think about letting it go, and... things going back to normal."
"I can't help you there bro. I can tell we were great friends in that other timeline, and I think we are now. But, all that will be lost tomorrow. And frankly, I'll miss Danny Fenton. But if you think this..." he gestured at all of Danny, "is worth sacrificing that friendship for, then you do you."
At this point, the group had arrived at the gym. Both girls had been strangely quiet the whole time.
"Well, I've gotta try and fix this... somehow... 'cause I'm not gonna lose you that easily," Danny affirmed. "But I don't even know how to get out of this wish!" he lamented as he opened the doors.
"You go change, I'll try to snap these two out of it. Then we'll try to figure this out." Tucker gestured at Sam and Jazz.
"Alright," Danny agreed. He then left his friends and headed over to the locker room. He felt familiar feelings as he entered the room, though he suspected they were just coming from his jock side.
"I know that! Get out of the way! I need to wash this acid off!" Tucker came scrambling out of the green cloud; his clothes starting to break down, but no sign of him turning into a jock.
Danny let Tucker by, reassured -- at least for the moment.
"Maybe that could work for the other jocks," Danny thought, trying to formulate a plan. "But how?"
"We could just use the Ghost Peeler?" Jazz asks matter-of-factly. During the distraction, she had enough time to activate the armor and equip it safely. "You did say they were being possessed, right?"
"Yes, that's perfect!" Danny replied. "Great idea, Jazz." Danny moved to give her a clear shot.
"Glad you agree."
BRRZAAAAPPPP!
The blast hit a couple of the jocks, and in the beam of light for a brief moment a dark silhouette could be seen peeling off of each jock. A moment later, the original athletes could be seen lying there on the floor, knocked out.
"Two down. But I only have enough energy for three more blasts!”
"Then we've got to get them all together," Danny figured. "How are we gonna do that?..."
After struggling to come up with an idea, Danny finally comes up with something.
"We've gotta corner them!" Danny calls out.
"Sure! And where do you propose we do that?" Sam stated, blasting another jock away from Jazz.
"I know! We could use the stairwell! It's right over there!" Tucker chimes in helpfully, pointing behind the group.
"Sounds like a plan!"
Looking to create a diversion, Danny leaps onto the back of one of the beastly bullies, kicking and punching like an aggressive monkey.
The shock of suddenly being tackled by Baxter in such a ferocious way was enough to cause the ghoulish jock to yelp in surprise. One of the other bullies moved to pry Danny off, but the rest focused on chasing the rest of the team towards the stairwell.
Danny held on to the haunted hulk, despite the efforts of the other jock grabbing at his sides. He was surprised at how big the jock's hands felt; even as usually the biggest guy on the team, it admittedly made him feel a little small.
Finally, Danny was dragged off the jock’s back, and the two started to pummel their captain; one holding him under the arms, the other pounding Danny. It was very reminiscent of what happened in the cafeteria.
As the similarities to what he did to Dash came to Danny's mind, he thought about taking his karmic comeuppance. However, Danny decided against it, and fought back while trying to figure out how to wriggle out of their grasp. While Danny was still held in a Full Nelson by the one giant jock, the other one wheeled back to deliver a power blow!
Held helplessly, Danny let out a cry as he took the damaging blow. Despite his strength as a powerful jock, it still hurt badly enough that Danny needed a moment to recover afterward.
With the other brute holding him up sturdily at the moment, it freed Danny up to use both of his dangling feet to kick back at the jock that just hit him. Following his attack, he slid out from under the grasp of the lunk holding him, ready to face off with him.
Danny ended up hitting the jock’s jaw, knocking out a tooth. The other jock, watching dumbfoundedly, was startled by Danny slipping out of his grasp, and lunged forward to try and grapple his victim again. Danny dived away from his former captor, betting on the jocks to crash into each other. Instead, the one brute swept his arm with a powerful backhand meant to knock Danny off his feet. The other jock, now missing a tooth, howled and charged forward to trample the star quarterback.
Danny tripped, but soon regained his composure, and side-swiped the other jock attempting to tackle him.
The two struggled against each other, their mighty muscles bulging. The possessed jock clearly had the size and strength advantage, but Danny proved no pushover. The other jock moved in to help his companion.
"OKAY! We know you're macho! But playtime is over!" Danny heard from behind him, right before a large blast of ecto-energy washed over the stud. A moment later, his opponents were reverted back to normal, and Danny was standing there squashing one of the team’s running backs. Looking over, he can see the Fenton Peeler deactivating near Jazz, a pile of formerly possessed jocks laying on the floor of the stairwell. Outside, they can hear the authorities arriving.
Letting go of the now conked-out jock, Danny walked up to Jazz, Sam and Tucker soon joining her side.
"Thanks, you guys... and thanks for believing in me. I couldn't have done this without you."
Both Jazz and Sam diverted their eyes; not in an effort to ignore and shame Danny like before, but instead they now looked... embarrassed. Even Tucker covered his face. "Dude... you, uh, need new clothes."
"Yeah..." Danny realized as he noticed just how much of a number the battle had done on his usually pristine outfit. "I look a mess."
His shirt and jacket were in tatters, giving the ladies and Tucker an eyeful of his beefy arms and meaty pecs. You could even peek through and see some of his eight-pack. His pants fared better, but they were still ripped up on the sides, showing his thighs and quads. His plump package and toned rear end were, luckily, salvaged from the damage.
As the sound of sirens grew silent outside, Danny turned to another thought.
"Um... can we get out of here, go somewhere else? This doesn't look good, and I think I've been in enough trouble today."
"Yeah. Is there someplace where you can get a change of clothes? It looks like those are still falling apart. Which kinda makes sense ‘cause of that acid breath... You might even want to get it off your skin." Tucker pointed out, by which point both girls were blushing.
"Well, I can't go home right now," Danny explained, the words meaning more to Danny than they probably did to his former friends and family. "But I guess I can shower and get changed for tonight's game a little early."
Danny pulled on the collar of his shredded shirt, and, much to his surprise, quickly tore a line down the weakened fabric, giving them all a good glimpse at his sweat-laced pectorals and stunning abs. Danny's surprise soon turned to amusement as he realized what he had just done. Danny was finally getting comfortable again, and he was really starting to enjoy it.
"Man, I might as well just take these off..." Danny figured, and without a care in the world, he slipped off the rest of his shirt and jacket, putting his whole upper-body on display. Super-sized arms, flaring traps and lats, his stellar V-taper, everything was showing. And his definition always seemed to look bigger and more amazing every time he hadn't seen it for a while, such as after a long day. Danny gave off a confident, charming smile as he stood topless, leaving his clothes to disintegrate right on the floor of the hallway.
"Geeze. Can we get any more testosterone in here!?" Sam demanded, trying to pretend that she wasn't impressed, or infatuated. Jazz just kept looking away, blushing the whole time and trying to remind herself that in another timeline this was her brother over and over again.
Tucker, on the other hand, decided to walk next to Danny, figuring that the best place to not see anything was to be where his view wasn't obscured. "So... Danny, we're friends in another timeline, huh? What's that like?"
Both girls behind Danny couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his sweet bubble butt bouncing with each swaggering step in those tight skinny jeans.
"Uhh, well for one, I'm a lot smaller than this," Danny began with a joke. At first, he wondered how to explain it to Tucker, but then the words just came naturally. "But really, we're just inseparable. You and I go through everything together. We've always got each other's backs."
"Really? What's my favorite salad dressing?"
"Why would you have a favorite salad dressing?" Danny asked. "You wouldn't be caught dead eating one."
"Ĉu vi iam renkontis fantomon nomatan lupo?" Tucker then asked in Esperanto, the language used by geeks.
"Yes, he's a friend of ours – he helped us fight Walker, remember?" Danny said matter-of-factly, as if Danny were walking with Tucker as his old self, and not as a newly-minted jock.
"SAM! He speaks the language of our people! He's one of us!" Tucker shouted back at Sam and Jazz, both of whom almost look hypnotized at this point.
"Yeah. That's nice Tuck." Sam replied dismissively. It looked like there was a little drool coming out of the corner of her mouth.
"Sheesh, what's up with them?" Tucker asked, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at the two mesmerized girls. Danny just shrugged his broad boulder shoulders as a non-committal response.
"Anyways, next question. What is my least favorite thing about hospitals?" Tucker persisted.
"You know, now that I think about it, I'm surprised you were in the nurse's office with Dash earlier – you really hate hospitals," Danny continued, without even having to think much about it.
"What was the name of that sweet cologne I created?"
"Easy one. It's 'Foley, by Tucker Foley'," Danny replied. As he stated the catch phrase, he naturally motioned the hand gestures the two made up for the scent, practically by muscle memory. "That was a... useful fragrance."
Tucker jumped into the same pose, speaking the catch phrase in chorus. However, it was kind of awkward now with Danny being so much taller. Tucker found himself staring at his sick abs, and Danny was pointing at thin air.
"You really were my best friend! What happened?"
"Well, I had a really bad day yesterday, and Desiree caught me complaining about it, and I woke up this morning as a big jock!" Danny explained. "I don't mind the body, and finally being cool, but everything else today... has just kinda sucked."
"Dude, being cool isn't all it's cracked up to be. Most of today I thought you were a jerk, but here and now I think you're awesome! Which would you prefer?"
Danny sighed. "Honestly, I don't even know anymore... I've learned a lot today, and I'm still trying to figure things out."
"Did you really mean to wish to be a jock?"
"No, it was an accident..." Danny explained. "But now that I've tasted it, it's hard to think about letting it go, and... things going back to normal."
"I can't help you there bro. I can tell we were great friends in that other timeline, and I think we are now. But, all that will be lost tomorrow. And frankly, I'll miss Danny Fenton. But if you think this..." he gestured at all of Danny, "is worth sacrificing that friendship for, then you do you."
At this point, the group had arrived at the gym. Both girls had been strangely quiet the whole time.
"Well, I've gotta try and fix this... somehow... 'cause I'm not gonna lose you that easily," Danny affirmed. "But I don't even know how to get out of this wish!" he lamented as he opened the doors.
"You go change, I'll try to snap these two out of it. Then we'll try to figure this out." Tucker gestured at Sam and Jazz.
"Alright," Danny agreed. He then left his friends and headed over to the locker room. He felt familiar feelings as he entered the room, though he suspected they were just coming from his jock side.
Chapter 10
Danny entered the locker room, his clothes practically falling apart with every step, and looked around. Fortunately, it looked like he was alone.Tearing the remains of his battle-torn jock outfit from his body, Danny easily found his way through the locker room; first to his own locker to get his supplies, and then to the locker room showers. Picking a stall seemingly at random, Danny stepped inside and turned the water on.
As Danny rinsed, he couldn't help but notice the slickness of his skin under the water. It was strangely alluring to him, as if he could get lost in just watching the motions of his meaty flesh. He managed to maintain enough focus, however, to still remember to turn the shower off before too long.
Drying himself off with a towel, Danny passed by a mirror on his way back to his locker. He felt irresistible. His hair may have still been a little damp, but how he looked right now still looked sexy to him. It was starting to get him aroused -- and distracted again -- but Danny had to chide himself to focus.
Sticking his towel back into his locker, he began to pull out his football uniform. Danny's jockstrap, size extra-large, was secretly one of his favorite parts of his uniform; combined with the protective cup he was slipping into it, he felt it made his junk look even bigger than it already was. Some of the effect was dulled by the tight compression shorts he pulled up next, but Danny was still no less proud.
After reaching down to strap on his thigh pads and knee pads, Danny pulled on the pants of his uniform. Decked in white with two red bands around the ankles, the pants put every muscle of his legs into stark relief; every shadow the pants helped cast guided the eyes to exactly where his agile heft lied.
His bottom half handled, Danny moved to his top half, hauling out his shoulder pads. He thought about pulling his head through them, like usual; the weighty gear would rest on his massive pecs, the edges of the pads not even covering them fully. Between his arms and his chest, it would be a little bit of a struggle to clip everything together, but Danny would probably get it done anyway.
Ultimately, Danny decided against the shoulder pads, saving them for game time. For now, Danny skipped to the part that brought everything together: his football jersey. Pulling his arms through the double-striped arm holes and pushing his head out the red collar, Danny took pride in the giant number '4' emblazoned across his torso. The same was printed on his back, along with "BAXTER" in capital letters above, right between his shoulder blades.
Putting on his uniform made Danny feel many things. Proud, energized, even a little excited. Even though the game wasn't until later, Danny felt no less ready to hit the gridiron right now.
As Danny finished pulling his tight uniform on, he suddenly heard a noise. It sounded like heavy footsteps shuffling through the supposedly empty locker room. The noise was coming from the corner of the room where the door to the boiler basement was....
"Bbrrroooo...." A haunting voice came floating over to Danny from around the lockers. It sounded like it was familiar, slow, and, most worryingly, in pain.
Danny's emotions soon changed to worry as he looked around to find the source of the noise. Both the 'Fenton' and 'Baxter' sides of his brain were working together to figure out what was going on; they both came to different, but equally frightening conclusions. Danny peeked around the corner, looking to investigate, though still steeling himself up in case he needed to punch his way through whatever was in here with him.
Peeking around the corner, Danny saw the familiar form of his best friend Kwan; hunched over and leaning against the lockers for support. He looked like he was in pain, and if Danny didn't know any better, it also looked like his clothes were tighter. Had Kwan gotten bigger? Another pained moan escaped the jock’s lips.
"Daaannnyyy..."
"Oh no..." Danny quickly headed over to his hurting best friend. He feared he already knew what was happening. "Kwan, what happened?"
"Dan... Danny.... Y-you're okay... I'm so glad." He leans heavily on Danny's big powerful shoulder. His skin was soaked with sweat, as if he had a fever.
"I'm more worried about you, Kwan -- what's going on?" Danny reiterated, his concern only growing. "Why do you look like that?"
"It... It was coach... He did something.... He's after you... After everyone... He... He... Ugh." A shudder ran through Kwan's body, and Danny could feel all of his muscles flex at the same time. They looked big and pumped, and even when the flex was over, his muscles stayed that new size. His clothes looked even tighter, and Danny could even see some spots that were stretching to the point of being ready to rip open. Another full-body flex followed, then another; they seem to be happening faster and faster. "Urgh!! Not much time! Huh-hard to think! Feels amazing! No! Must tell... you. He did somthin’ to all the jocks. He... He... Uh..."
"What did he do, Kwan?" Danny urged, his suspicions confirmed.
Watching Kwan swell into a bloated 'practice assistant' felt heartbreaking. Earlier in the day, Danny promised Kwan he'd save him from this... even though he didn't know it was happening, it felt like he had let his friend down.
"I'll make sure he pays for this..."
"NO! No.... that he wants.... that... all that he did..." Kwan was clearly getting worse, Danny could practically see his mind wasting away as his muscles ballooned. He was now almost double Danny's formidable size, the clothes looking comically small on his swelling frame. Kwan no longer looked like just a big jock, now he was bordering between bodybuilder and freak. Danny didn't know how much longer until the change was complete. "That thing he do to us.... that he wants.... bad here..."
Kwan pressed has a big meaty finger against Danny's own impressively muscular pectoral, right over his heart. He could tell that his friend was trying to be gentle, but the sheer strength in his growing body caused him to nearly knock Danny onto his muscular bubble butt. He then tapped Danny on his head, once again with almost as much force as being hit by the enemy team's line back. "An’ here..."
With that, the massive muscular monster that was his friend seemed to lose interest in Danny, as he started playing with his digits, his eyes wide, and a bit of drool running down one corner of his strong sculpted jaw.
Danny felt the pain and fear inside of Kwan as the last of his friend was locked away behind a wall of bulk and stupidity. Danny felt like he understood what Kwan was trying to say, even though it got tough to understand towards the end. Danny had to stay strong, and away from his meaner streaks as a jock, if he wanted to keep himself from turning into a dumb, soulless brute.
Danny wrapped his arms around the front of the lunk, trying to keep himself from tearing up. "Don't worry, Kwan... I know you're in there... I'll save you."
"Hey man, you alright in there? The girls have calmed down, and are ready to talk. But you've been in here a while." Tucker's familiar voice floated in from the door.
The scrawny teen came walking around the lockers to see Danny holding Kwan, tears running down his face. He stops in his tracks and stands there awkwardly in silence. "Oh man. What happened? Why is Kwan so big?"
"He's... he's gone," Danny managed to utter. "Coach... Coach turned him... into a practice dummy."
Having to utter the words only furthered his breakdown, and he cried into the brute's pecs.
A big bruiser of a hand patted Danny on the head, Kwan smiling stupidly at his friend as he tried to comfort him.
"How.... How did he get in here?"
"I don't really know for sure," Danny replied, trying to put himself together, "But it sounded like he was coming from over here..." Danny pointed around the lunk and towards the direction where Kwan was coming from.
"Isn't that the boiler room? Why was he in there?"
"I don't know," Danny stated. "But that's where he was coming from."
Tucker walked around the jocks over to the door. He tried opening it, but to no success. "It’s stuck tight."
"Hunh," Danny noted. "Maybe I need to try it..."
Danny walked over and, with his super jock strength, tried to turn the doorknob. The doorknob wouldn't turn.
"It seems like it's locked," Danny commented, "but Kwan was coming from this direction. It's strange." After a moment, Danny came up with an idea. "Maybe we have to pick the lock," he suggested. "Like in the movies where they do it with a bobby pin."
Tucker pulled out a couple of different office tools, like a paperclip, a bobby pin, and mechanical pencils, and moved over to try to pick the lock with Danny. "Um... bro, I don't think that's going to work..."
To make his point, Tucker tried to push part of the paper clip into the lock, showing that it's actually painted on.
"So it's a fake lock..." Danny continued. "So it must be stuck some other way. Perhaps there's some kind of ghost energy at work?"
"I don't know. I don't have the ability to detect ghost energy. Do you still have that ability?"
"I can try..." Danny focused intently, trying to access any little spark of his powers that might be left inside him.
"Ugh, I can't seem to get a grip on it... maybe my powers are too weak already."
Danny took a closer look at the place where the latch hooked into the door, thinking that he might be able to jimmy it open. However, it looked like that was fake too. But, he did notice something else in that side of the frame.
"Wait a second..." Danny noticed. "There are hinges inside here! This handle isn't even the right way to open the door! We've gotta figure out how to open it over on this side," he explained, pointing to the far side of the door.
"How? There's nothing even remotely like a handle on this side," Tucker stated.
Danny checks the other side of the door frame and notices that what should be next to the handle is there instead.
"We still might be able to get a little leverage out of the handle if we can't just jimmy it open from here."
Danny also noticed a small, oddly shaped hole in the door frame next to the latch plate.
"Hmm... there's also this hole here. Maybe if we can get to that, we can use it as a handle and get in," Danny guessed.
"What are you guys doing in here? Are you decent?" Danny and Tucker heard Sam at the locker room door yelling to them.
"Yeah, you can come in," Danny called back. "We're decent."
"What is taking you so long? I expect this sort of thing from Pauli- Uh..... Is that Kwan? What happened to him?" Sam came storming in, followed by Jazz, intent on giving the jock a piece of her mind. But, when she saw the massive lunk sitting there rocking back and forth, she was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Coach turned him into a big practice dummy," Danny sputtered, trying to get the words out again before he choked up. "We're trying to figure out why Kwan seemed to be coming from this door."
"Let me see...." Sam moved in next to Danny and Tucker, and for a moment it felt like the old gang again. Meanwhile Jazz was trying to console Kwan. She was talking to him softly, and he seemed to be paying attention to her intently.
"It looks kinda like one of those puzzle boxes,” Sam explained. “Have you tried the slats?"
"Good idea..." Danny began to feel the ventilation cover, hoping for a jiggle or a loose slat.
One of them popped off, and he pulled out a long rod with a magnet at the end. It looked like it could fit in the hole next to the latch plate.
"Hmm... what if I just..." Danny shimmies the rod into the hole.
He feels the magnet tug on his grip, there is an audible click, and the door starts to swing inward. Danny let the door swing open, revealing inside.
"Score," Danny commented confidently.
As the door to the boiler room silently swung open on its hidden hinges, what Danny and his old friends were looking at was certainly not a boiler. Instead, there were a set of dimly lit steps, leading down to somewhere giving off a menacing red glow. Steam vents could be heard hissing in the descending distance as a wet, dank scent rose from where the light was coming from.
"What in the world is this?" Danny pondered as tried to peer into the ruddied depths to no avail. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out..." the jock replied, hints of unusual reluctance present in his voice as he took his first steps down the path.
"Wow! This is just like an adventuring party for that game -- oh, what was it called? Oh yeah! Tyrants and Towers!" Tucker rambled, trying to settle his nerves, "Danny is the tank, Sam is the rogue, I'm the wizard, and Jazz can be the cleric!"
"Tucker, we are not interested in your weird hobbies right now! Now be quiet!" Sam spat in a hushed tone, trying to remind Tucker that they were in a dangerous part of the school.
"Hey, I kind of appreciate being called 'tank'..." Danny commented quietly, trying to keep the mood light as the red glow intensified. "Though I'd appreciate that more if Kwan wasn't still fresh in my head..." his speech turned into a mutter as his thoughts briefly turned back to his friend, seemingly neutralizing his attempt. Danny steeled himself mentally to kill the thought. It was hard to see what was coming at the end of the steps, but he felt that point was approaching.
At the bottom of the metal stairs, the small landing opened up to a narrow hallway filled with pipes. One direction seemed to go towards the rest of the school, while the other direction backtracked under the gym.
"This is crazy..." Danny comments as he looks down the hallways.
"Okay Danny, which way do you think we should go? He’s your coach after all." Jazz stated almost psychologically.
"I have a feeling coach would be hiding things in the gym," Danny guessed. He started heading down the hall which led there.
The way down was cramped and tight, at least for one as large and bulky as Danny. The steam and heat from the pipes caused his already tight football uniform to become soaked with sweat. The sweaty unveiling of his musculature further accentuated the cocky swagger his thick thighs forced him to adopt.
The group could easily tell that touching the pipes would immediately burn them.
Eventually, everyone rounds the bend in the hall, and finds, unusually, a dead end. Everything just seemed to stop; the walkway, the hall, the pipes, all ending abruptly.
"What the..." Danny stated with surprise. "It all just stops!" The jock tried to look around the space -- as much as he could, at least -- for something which would allow them to continue on. "There's no way this hall just stops dead like that."
"What-! What do you mean it just stops!" Sam exclaims, rushing up behind Danny, "Move you big purple backed gorilla! Let me see."
She started shoving and squeezing past Danny, trying not to touch the hot pipes, and grabbing onto the big jock to maintain her balance. Danny certainly noticed Sam's multi-position manhandling of him, though trying to keep his libido from starting up in an inappropriate situation, he didn't react. Instead, he tried to turn around sideways to let Sam through.
Climbing past him, her hands grab onto Danny's prodigious chest, forcing her to press up against him. Danny could not be sure, but it almost seemed like her hands lingered on his chest and abs a moment longer than necessary. However, even with all her struggling, Sam lost her balance and began to stumble towards the scalding pipes. Sam looked scared as she could see herself falling towards the pipes, their heat getting closer to her back.
"Whoa!" Danny reached an arm out behind Sam and, with his firm, stable grip, caught her before she could fall back onto the pipes. Her expression shifted to shock as Danny's powerful arm swiftly reached out and grabbed her, wrapping her in the safety of his strong embrace.
"You alright, Sam?" Danny asked, almost instinctively.
Shock gave way to embarrassment and anger, but behind that was also surprise and confusion. Maybe even something... more?
"Uh... Sam? Are you okay?" Danny asked again, just as sincerely as the first time, after not receiving an answer.
Suddenly seeming to snap out of her trance, Sam begins shoving against Danny's beefy body. "Yes! I'm fine! I'm fine! Put me down, I can take care of myself!" Her hands continued to push, shove, and rub against Danny's muscles until he finally put her down.
Danny was initially surprised at Sam's apprehension, though he soon remembered that he was a jerk to her as a jock before today, which would make that reaction deserved. But Danny couldn't help to think that maybe there was a part of her that was softening up...
Putting on his uniform made Danny feel many things. Proud, energized, even a little excited. Even though the game wasn't until later, Danny felt no less ready to hit the gridiron right now.
As Danny finished pulling his tight uniform on, he suddenly heard a noise. It sounded like heavy footsteps shuffling through the supposedly empty locker room. The noise was coming from the corner of the room where the door to the boiler basement was....
"Bbrrroooo...." A haunting voice came floating over to Danny from around the lockers. It sounded like it was familiar, slow, and, most worryingly, in pain.
Danny's emotions soon changed to worry as he looked around to find the source of the noise. Both the 'Fenton' and 'Baxter' sides of his brain were working together to figure out what was going on; they both came to different, but equally frightening conclusions. Danny peeked around the corner, looking to investigate, though still steeling himself up in case he needed to punch his way through whatever was in here with him.
Peeking around the corner, Danny saw the familiar form of his best friend Kwan; hunched over and leaning against the lockers for support. He looked like he was in pain, and if Danny didn't know any better, it also looked like his clothes were tighter. Had Kwan gotten bigger? Another pained moan escaped the jock’s lips.
"Daaannnyyy..."
"Oh no..." Danny quickly headed over to his hurting best friend. He feared he already knew what was happening. "Kwan, what happened?"
"Dan... Danny.... Y-you're okay... I'm so glad." He leans heavily on Danny's big powerful shoulder. His skin was soaked with sweat, as if he had a fever.
"I'm more worried about you, Kwan -- what's going on?" Danny reiterated, his concern only growing. "Why do you look like that?"
"It... It was coach... He did something.... He's after you... After everyone... He... He... Ugh." A shudder ran through Kwan's body, and Danny could feel all of his muscles flex at the same time. They looked big and pumped, and even when the flex was over, his muscles stayed that new size. His clothes looked even tighter, and Danny could even see some spots that were stretching to the point of being ready to rip open. Another full-body flex followed, then another; they seem to be happening faster and faster. "Urgh!! Not much time! Huh-hard to think! Feels amazing! No! Must tell... you. He did somthin’ to all the jocks. He... He... Uh..."
"What did he do, Kwan?" Danny urged, his suspicions confirmed.
Watching Kwan swell into a bloated 'practice assistant' felt heartbreaking. Earlier in the day, Danny promised Kwan he'd save him from this... even though he didn't know it was happening, it felt like he had let his friend down.
"I'll make sure he pays for this..."
"NO! No.... that he wants.... that... all that he did..." Kwan was clearly getting worse, Danny could practically see his mind wasting away as his muscles ballooned. He was now almost double Danny's formidable size, the clothes looking comically small on his swelling frame. Kwan no longer looked like just a big jock, now he was bordering between bodybuilder and freak. Danny didn't know how much longer until the change was complete. "That thing he do to us.... that he wants.... bad here..."
Kwan pressed has a big meaty finger against Danny's own impressively muscular pectoral, right over his heart. He could tell that his friend was trying to be gentle, but the sheer strength in his growing body caused him to nearly knock Danny onto his muscular bubble butt. He then tapped Danny on his head, once again with almost as much force as being hit by the enemy team's line back. "An’ here..."
With that, the massive muscular monster that was his friend seemed to lose interest in Danny, as he started playing with his digits, his eyes wide, and a bit of drool running down one corner of his strong sculpted jaw.
Danny felt the pain and fear inside of Kwan as the last of his friend was locked away behind a wall of bulk and stupidity. Danny felt like he understood what Kwan was trying to say, even though it got tough to understand towards the end. Danny had to stay strong, and away from his meaner streaks as a jock, if he wanted to keep himself from turning into a dumb, soulless brute.
Danny wrapped his arms around the front of the lunk, trying to keep himself from tearing up. "Don't worry, Kwan... I know you're in there... I'll save you."
"Hey man, you alright in there? The girls have calmed down, and are ready to talk. But you've been in here a while." Tucker's familiar voice floated in from the door.
The scrawny teen came walking around the lockers to see Danny holding Kwan, tears running down his face. He stops in his tracks and stands there awkwardly in silence. "Oh man. What happened? Why is Kwan so big?"
"He's... he's gone," Danny managed to utter. "Coach... Coach turned him... into a practice dummy."
Having to utter the words only furthered his breakdown, and he cried into the brute's pecs.
A big bruiser of a hand patted Danny on the head, Kwan smiling stupidly at his friend as he tried to comfort him.
"How.... How did he get in here?"
"I don't really know for sure," Danny replied, trying to put himself together, "But it sounded like he was coming from over here..." Danny pointed around the lunk and towards the direction where Kwan was coming from.
"Isn't that the boiler room? Why was he in there?"
"I don't know," Danny stated. "But that's where he was coming from."
Tucker walked around the jocks over to the door. He tried opening it, but to no success. "It’s stuck tight."
"Hunh," Danny noted. "Maybe I need to try it..."
Danny walked over and, with his super jock strength, tried to turn the doorknob. The doorknob wouldn't turn.
"It seems like it's locked," Danny commented, "but Kwan was coming from this direction. It's strange." After a moment, Danny came up with an idea. "Maybe we have to pick the lock," he suggested. "Like in the movies where they do it with a bobby pin."
Tucker pulled out a couple of different office tools, like a paperclip, a bobby pin, and mechanical pencils, and moved over to try to pick the lock with Danny. "Um... bro, I don't think that's going to work..."
To make his point, Tucker tried to push part of the paper clip into the lock, showing that it's actually painted on.
"So it's a fake lock..." Danny continued. "So it must be stuck some other way. Perhaps there's some kind of ghost energy at work?"
"I don't know. I don't have the ability to detect ghost energy. Do you still have that ability?"
"I can try..." Danny focused intently, trying to access any little spark of his powers that might be left inside him.
"Ugh, I can't seem to get a grip on it... maybe my powers are too weak already."
Danny took a closer look at the place where the latch hooked into the door, thinking that he might be able to jimmy it open. However, it looked like that was fake too. But, he did notice something else in that side of the frame.
"Wait a second..." Danny noticed. "There are hinges inside here! This handle isn't even the right way to open the door! We've gotta figure out how to open it over on this side," he explained, pointing to the far side of the door.
"How? There's nothing even remotely like a handle on this side," Tucker stated.
Danny checks the other side of the door frame and notices that what should be next to the handle is there instead.
"We still might be able to get a little leverage out of the handle if we can't just jimmy it open from here."
Danny also noticed a small, oddly shaped hole in the door frame next to the latch plate.
"Hmm... there's also this hole here. Maybe if we can get to that, we can use it as a handle and get in," Danny guessed.
"What are you guys doing in here? Are you decent?" Danny and Tucker heard Sam at the locker room door yelling to them.
"Yeah, you can come in," Danny called back. "We're decent."
"What is taking you so long? I expect this sort of thing from Pauli- Uh..... Is that Kwan? What happened to him?" Sam came storming in, followed by Jazz, intent on giving the jock a piece of her mind. But, when she saw the massive lunk sitting there rocking back and forth, she was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Coach turned him into a big practice dummy," Danny sputtered, trying to get the words out again before he choked up. "We're trying to figure out why Kwan seemed to be coming from this door."
"Let me see...." Sam moved in next to Danny and Tucker, and for a moment it felt like the old gang again. Meanwhile Jazz was trying to console Kwan. She was talking to him softly, and he seemed to be paying attention to her intently.
"It looks kinda like one of those puzzle boxes,” Sam explained. “Have you tried the slats?"
"Good idea..." Danny began to feel the ventilation cover, hoping for a jiggle or a loose slat.
One of them popped off, and he pulled out a long rod with a magnet at the end. It looked like it could fit in the hole next to the latch plate.
"Hmm... what if I just..." Danny shimmies the rod into the hole.
He feels the magnet tug on his grip, there is an audible click, and the door starts to swing inward. Danny let the door swing open, revealing inside.
"Score," Danny commented confidently.
As the door to the boiler room silently swung open on its hidden hinges, what Danny and his old friends were looking at was certainly not a boiler. Instead, there were a set of dimly lit steps, leading down to somewhere giving off a menacing red glow. Steam vents could be heard hissing in the descending distance as a wet, dank scent rose from where the light was coming from.
"What in the world is this?" Danny pondered as tried to peer into the ruddied depths to no avail. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out..." the jock replied, hints of unusual reluctance present in his voice as he took his first steps down the path.
"Wow! This is just like an adventuring party for that game -- oh, what was it called? Oh yeah! Tyrants and Towers!" Tucker rambled, trying to settle his nerves, "Danny is the tank, Sam is the rogue, I'm the wizard, and Jazz can be the cleric!"
"Tucker, we are not interested in your weird hobbies right now! Now be quiet!" Sam spat in a hushed tone, trying to remind Tucker that they were in a dangerous part of the school.
"Hey, I kind of appreciate being called 'tank'..." Danny commented quietly, trying to keep the mood light as the red glow intensified. "Though I'd appreciate that more if Kwan wasn't still fresh in my head..." his speech turned into a mutter as his thoughts briefly turned back to his friend, seemingly neutralizing his attempt. Danny steeled himself mentally to kill the thought. It was hard to see what was coming at the end of the steps, but he felt that point was approaching.
At the bottom of the metal stairs, the small landing opened up to a narrow hallway filled with pipes. One direction seemed to go towards the rest of the school, while the other direction backtracked under the gym.
"This is crazy..." Danny comments as he looks down the hallways.
"Okay Danny, which way do you think we should go? He’s your coach after all." Jazz stated almost psychologically.
"I have a feeling coach would be hiding things in the gym," Danny guessed. He started heading down the hall which led there.
The way down was cramped and tight, at least for one as large and bulky as Danny. The steam and heat from the pipes caused his already tight football uniform to become soaked with sweat. The sweaty unveiling of his musculature further accentuated the cocky swagger his thick thighs forced him to adopt.
The group could easily tell that touching the pipes would immediately burn them.
Eventually, everyone rounds the bend in the hall, and finds, unusually, a dead end. Everything just seemed to stop; the walkway, the hall, the pipes, all ending abruptly.
"What the..." Danny stated with surprise. "It all just stops!" The jock tried to look around the space -- as much as he could, at least -- for something which would allow them to continue on. "There's no way this hall just stops dead like that."
"What-! What do you mean it just stops!" Sam exclaims, rushing up behind Danny, "Move you big purple backed gorilla! Let me see."
She started shoving and squeezing past Danny, trying not to touch the hot pipes, and grabbing onto the big jock to maintain her balance. Danny certainly noticed Sam's multi-position manhandling of him, though trying to keep his libido from starting up in an inappropriate situation, he didn't react. Instead, he tried to turn around sideways to let Sam through.
Climbing past him, her hands grab onto Danny's prodigious chest, forcing her to press up against him. Danny could not be sure, but it almost seemed like her hands lingered on his chest and abs a moment longer than necessary. However, even with all her struggling, Sam lost her balance and began to stumble towards the scalding pipes. Sam looked scared as she could see herself falling towards the pipes, their heat getting closer to her back.
"Whoa!" Danny reached an arm out behind Sam and, with his firm, stable grip, caught her before she could fall back onto the pipes. Her expression shifted to shock as Danny's powerful arm swiftly reached out and grabbed her, wrapping her in the safety of his strong embrace.
"You alright, Sam?" Danny asked, almost instinctively.
Shock gave way to embarrassment and anger, but behind that was also surprise and confusion. Maybe even something... more?
"Uh... Sam? Are you okay?" Danny asked again, just as sincerely as the first time, after not receiving an answer.
Suddenly seeming to snap out of her trance, Sam begins shoving against Danny's beefy body. "Yes! I'm fine! I'm fine! Put me down, I can take care of myself!" Her hands continued to push, shove, and rub against Danny's muscles until he finally put her down.
Danny was initially surprised at Sam's apprehension, though he soon remembered that he was a jerk to her as a jock before today, which would make that reaction deserved. But Danny couldn't help to think that maybe there was a part of her that was softening up...
Oh hey! A 4 part update that I definitely love, and the reveal of a new plot against a dangerous antagonist! I didn't expect to get practice dummies literally being people, but I guess this is it. Excited for the next update.
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