To the Gym!

Will strode through the hallways of the school like it was his own personal playground and if he was being honest it was…

The whole world was his playground and he was just getting started…

Martha…

Martha Weathers would be his first…

Well…Fifth technically…but first out of the sluts that had tried to bring him down…

His cock twitched as he thought of the dusky babe. Her smooth mocha skin, her pert firm breasts, her tight ass and her toned stomach.

Will had crushed on her hard before she had shut him down equally as hard. He flushed with embarrassment and anger at that memory even as he gleefully thought of ways to tear her down…

He pivoted left and strode boldly into the girl’s locker room, the door rebounding off the wall as he flung it open confidently. He was almost disappointed there was no one in there. Of course, it was too early for Martha, Will knew her timetable off by heart and she was probably still midway into her morning regime. Still, he could wait for her here…

Slowly sitting down on one of the benches, Will leans back, fantasising about what he’s going to do to the dark skinned sports star. He could just turn her into a bimbo, **** to slobber all over his dick but he did still find her attractive as she was…

Still…There was always room for improvements…

‘Speaking of improvements’, He thought as his cock pulsed against his jeans again.

It was fucking massive! Will thought as he gripped it through his straining jeans,

‘Fuck it.’ He says, He’s got time and he’s not had decent opportunity to properly study it since it’s growth. With a flick of his thumb he undoes the button of his jeans and his huge length practically bursts out oh his jeans. He hasn’t even lowered his briefs yet but almost a full third of the pulsing organ is visible and he’s not even at full mast! He lowers his underwear down the rest of the way, freeing his fat testicles that seem to swell in the free air. He hefts them in his hands and Will swears he feels them churn eagerly.

He grins at the lipstick smudges that still linger on his fat length, the thick veins throbbing as he traces a hand up the length. He grips it tight and groans, eyes rolling slightly before they fall on the tall, full length mirror opposite him on the locker room wall.

God it looked even bigger in his reflection.

And yet…The rest of his body seemed…lacking…in comparison…

Will Docherty wasn't an out of shape by any means, He never had any trouble intimidating any of the punier students into doing whatever he wanted.

Well...Most of them anyway...

There were always a few who didn't learn after the first pummelling or even the second...

Still...He could deal with them now.

And in even more entertaining and satisfying ways than just kicking their asses.

But despite his new found strength his body was still...less than appealing...He was skinny in all the wrong places and he was suddenly aware he could fix his mediocre statue and decidedly average face.

'Let's start off with something simple...' He mused to himself, watching his reflection mimic his expression and grimiacing as he fingered a large spot forming on his forehead.

Not for much longer...

'Do I have perfect clear complexion?' He declares to himself in the mirror, head raised confidently.

Nothing happens.

_'Do I have perfect clear complexion?' _He repeats with more gusto.

Still no effect.

He stands there, dick waving in the wind, for a few more seconds before coming to the conclusion that he can't ask questions of himself.

'Damn' He mutters under his breath just as he hears the door to the locker room swing open and someone enter...

Jackpot!