Greg began lowkey panting, trying not to draw unnecessary attention to himself, but his urges just got worse as boyhood was turning into a manhood.
His large package stuffing his underwear to the brim, and was not spilling out of the top, as the balls and shaft kept pushing them down to the bottom, making the base of his cock invisible beneath his desk.
He sneaked a hand down to it, and slowly stroked the restrained penis, encouraging it to break free.
And now the rest of Greg’s body was following suit. Gently the height and size of Greg increased; buttcheeks filled up the rear of his pants, his knees was heading for the roof of his desk, torso stuffing his shirt more as his sleeves covered less of his arms, everything was getting tighter, as Greg glory was beginning to emerge.
The pleasure kept increasing, as it got tougher for Greg to hide his growth. He slowly grew larger, greater and harder, as clear liquid began oozing out of his fat shaft. Greg was so pleased by his new cock size, such a fat and long cock it was, feeling so proud and confident as it only kept growing, making Greg less afraid of getting exposed and careless of being caught touching himself.
His ego growing alongside his own body, packing size, strength, and muscle each second passing. Sitting more relaxed in his chair, with shrinking clothes, unable to cover his midriff, arms, legs, ass and junk. a pool of precum forming beneath him, as his drooling tip soaked through the undies. He was stroking at normal speed now, closed eyes, imagining the future of him broad, muscular, and carless as his head was close to reach the hallway’s celling. Everyone getting out of the way, fearfully watching, as a fucking giant walked past them, wearing a sleeveless shirt that doesn’t cover his stomach or smelly armpits, feeling like the king of the school with his heavy junk bouncing with each step he took, no underwear to restrain it so people could see it swinging from side to side through his knee-height supersized cargo pants. Leaving sweaty footprints behind him, big as school desk, while students kept staring.
Greg moaned a soft: “Fuck yeah”
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