Opponents
“See Curtis, I told you this wasn’t going to be so bad,” Ned chuckled as he began massaging the other nerd’s oiled up torso. “Now just relax and give in to the pleasure.”
“‘The pleasure’?” Curtis questioned in his high-pitched, nasally tone. “This must be a joke.”
“No, it’s the real deal!” Ned affirmed. “I got this stuff when I was studying abroad in Nepal last semester. It’s apparently supposed to do wonders for stress relief. The guy said it helps ‘loosen the brain’.”
“‘Loosen the brain’?” Curtis questioned again, but Ned put a stop to the interrogation immediately.
Ned wasn’t lying. He had gotten this aromatic oil when he had been studying over in Nepal. But when the seller had told him it would help ‘loosen the brain,’ that hadn’t been a translation error. He had meant it. While the oil provided musculature and the body of masculine dreams, it overutilized the complex components of the brain. Put into simpler words: “Oil give big muscles but make stupider”. At least, that’s what the seller’s wife had added as her two cents, which was exactly what Ned had wanted to hear.
“Oh god,” Curtis groaned as Ned tipped into a tense spot underneath his shoulder blade. Ned couldn’t help but smirk, watching Curtis grow an inch as he applied some extra pressure.
“That feel good, big guy?” Ned asked cheekily. Curtis wanted to respond, but Ned hit an adjoining spot on the other side of his frame, neutralizing his ability to speak. Curtis didn’t even notice he soared up another inch.
Curtis and Ned had been opponents since their first year at the university. Both tightly-wound academic enemies, the pair of nerds stood above all others except each other. This often created a feud on campus to see he would be best. And being that they were both the same in almost every other way–their short, skinny, stick-like frames in fact often had people mistake them for twins–academia was really the only realm they could one up each other in.
Now however, Ned had a plan to finally rid of his nemesis. After some light convincing, Ned has asked Curtis to come study with him for the upcoming placement exams. Curtis had been hesitant, but seeing that Ned was the only other person at the university on par with his intelligence, he eventually agreed. Getting Curtis to strip down had certainly been more difficult, but before long he was oiled up and under Ned’s control.
“Can you get my lower back?” Curtis physically arched to emphasize.
“Happily,” Ned replied, trying his best to hide his glee. Curtis was already a head taller than him and still growing. And to Ned’s vastly increasing pleasure, Curtis was beginning to develop muscles. Although he was standing behind the other man, Ned was beginning to see definition in Curtis’ upper chest. What had once before been a regular rectangle, Curtis’ torso was now shaping more into a trapezoid. His pecs were beginning to balloon out into a shelf that supported his lengthening shoulder blades.
“Oh yeah…”
The words came out of Curtis’ mouth slowly, but Ned was still able to pick up on their lower register. To confirm, he investigated Curtis’ neck and was pleased to see an Adam’s apple blossoming forward, bobbing a little more aggressively with each gulp or swallow. Ned now had to stand on his tippy-toes in order to view anything above Curtis’ shoulders from behind, the monstrosities now so bulky and high up that it was obvious Curtis was going to become permanently situated around 6’4.
But Curtis’ expanding chest wasn’t the only thing to blame for the increase in height. Ned’s hands traveled lower and brought his eyes with him, noting the changes that had already happened below the waist. Curtis’ legs had grown to gargantuan proportions, probably to support his massive upper frame.
Thighs and quads larger than footballs, and even his sculpted calves probably achieved this feat too. Hair had lightly sprung across their tight stretches and valleys, something that had not happened across the ab-tacular fields above Curtis’ tight waist. His feet, which once fit into Size 8 loafers, were now thick and meaty and set to be forever encased in Size 16 sneakers. And as if that wasn’t enough, Ned couldn’t help but lick his lips as he watched the oil leak down into Curtis’ whitey-tighties, which to his surprise darkened into a pair of designer boxer-briefs.
“Those dainty hands are finally good for something besides…uh…” Curtis paused, at a lack of words. “...being a nerd.”
Curtis couldn’t help but guffaw a bit at, well, whatever his comment was. And Ned couldn’t help but feel a rush of energy course through him, excitement bursting within his veins. He had won, and it was only becoming more obvious by each passing second. Curtis was growing more relaxed, more brazen, and frankly more jockish.
And really, although Curtis didn’t realize it, he was winning too. Ned couldn’t stop himself from checking out Curtis’ new chiseled jawline and perfectly styled hair. His cheekbones were a little more pronounced and his facial structure had been sharpened into peak masculine form. And his voice had that beautifully deep, sultry quality that could take anyone to bed. Ned knew Curtis was straight, but that didn’t stop the gay nerd from licking his lips at what hid underneath the one part of Curtis that was still clothed.
“How are you feeling, Curt?” Ned asked innocently.
“So good, bro.” Curt’s response was dry and lackluster. “No chick has ever had hands quite like yours dude. It almost makes me wish you had a rack.”
Ned knew the increase in libido was an easy signifier for diminished intelligence. A high focus on sex rarely reciprocated with academia. The new jock would have to focus on other things after all: working out, sports, partying. Studies wouldn’t fit anywhere into that busy schedule.
As the last of the oil rubbed into Curt’s skin, Ned's eyes couldn’t help but be drawn downwards. Apparently, that new major libido was already at play. On the opposite side of the firm buttocks was a major package boasting a virile ballsack and an awakening python. Ned’s eyes hungrily watched on as the monstrosity grew within Curt’s boxer-briefs, thickening until fully erect at 9 barely-swallowable inches.
“Ah yeah…” Curt bit his lip. “I’m gonna destroy that bussy of yours so hard.”
Ned immediately looked up to try and read the new jock’s face. But before the nerd could fully process what was happening, Curt shut his eyes and let out a deep moan, thrusting his pelvis a bit forward. Ned subconsciously lowered his hands down Curt’s massive arms, following the trail of energy down Curt’s expansive back as he eventually landed back onto Curt’s massive pouch.
“MMMMmphuh.”
The exhale was accompanied by a potent blast within the confines of the Calvin Kleins, the underwear holding no chance as the virile spunk soaked through the fabric and stretched the limits even further than they already were. Ned’s arms dropped silently, the seller having not informed him that this could’ve happened.
“Bro,” Curt eventually turned around, his mighty jock frame easily dwarfing the perplexed nerd as if his reaction was completely normal. “I can’t like thank you enough. Coach has been nagging me for the past week, saying if I get another F in Business 210 I’m gonna flunk.”
Ned was still too shocked at what had just unfolded in front of him to respond to his plan’s apparent success.
“Hey.” Curt turned around and grabbed Ned’s slender frame with his meaty mitts, awakening Ned from his thoughts. “How about I return the favor?”
“W…what?” Ned stuttered, suddenly losing control of the situation to his dumbed-down-but-incredibly-sexyified-jock-ex-opponent.
“I can show a little thing like you,” Curt began, taking a step closer. “what I can do with a big thing like me.”
Curt fondled his massive pouch for emphasis, which was already hard once again. Ned only gulped.
“Whaddya say, bro?” Curt moved his hands down Ned’s smaller back and grabbed his perky bubble butt. “It’s my turn to relieve your stress.”
Curt already knew Ned’s answer, but the nerd’s timid nod still brought a smile to his lips.
“Best part is, you’ve already got me lubed up.”
Curt then led the incapacitated Ned to the bedroom. Even though Ned’s plan had turned out to be a complete success, he hadn’t planned on Curt's...sexual reaction, let alone going gay. But he wouldn’t dare say he was disappointed with this outcome.
But there was still one surprise waiting to come along, only this time Ned wouldn't realize it. Curt was right about being lubed with the oil, but what the only-nerd-left-standing didn’t know was that there was still enough to have an effect on another being. And with Curt about to massage Ned’s insides, it was safe to say Curt would once again become Ned’s opponent after the whole ordeal–just in a different arena than before.