Potential (Re-Posted)

[NewGuy71]

Apparently, this got deleted in the forum transfer, so I'm re-posting it. Enjoy!

 

Potential

You stomped out of your 10-year high school reunion furiously. Things never change. No matter how much time passed, Brett Davidson, Kyle Jackson, and Greg McKenzie would never grow up. They would always be the nasty bullies they were as children. Even as they approached their 30s, they were still rude, abrasive, and frankly disgusting to be around.

"Hey! W-wait up, Matt!" a deep voice called from behind.

You turned to see Ted Williams jogging up to you. Your grimace softened as he approached. Ted was friends with Brett and the others, but he was always nice to you growing up. You didn't understand how such a nice guy could be friends with such jerks, but they were all jocks in high school, after all.

Ted stopped at your side and smiled down at you warmly. "Hey... I'm glad I caught you before you left, man. You alright?" He asked.

Your lips curled upward into an almost shy smile. "I'm fine." You replied. "I mostly just wanted some space for now."

He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. You almost chuckled. For such a big guy, he was always so unsure about himself.

"Look..." he began cautiously, "I just wanted to apologize for what the guys did-"

"Save it." you cut him off, your smile fading. "We're not children anymore, Ted. You can't keep apologizing for your friends' terrible behavior forever." You waved at him dismissively as you turned away.

Ted's face fell slightly. "Well, that's true," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."

You sighed, the anger leaving you quickly. You looked back and gave him a wry grin. "It's not your fault. Like I said, you have nothing to apologize for."

The handsome blond nodded. "It's just... it was nice seeing you again, Matt." he admitted. "We haven't really talked since high school."

"Yeah? Well... maybe another time." you said, "I'm not in much of a mood for conversation right now. I just want to go home."

Ted's eyebrows furrowed and he looked like he was going to say something else, then finally decided against it. "Alright then. Good night, Matt." he said with a wave goodbye.

You walked away quickly, not seeing the sad, yearning look Ted gave you as you left.

***

You tucked your hands into your jacket as you walked home. Honestly? You wanted to stay longer and catch up with Ted... but you knew it wouldn't matter. Ted would always choose his friends over you. You were too different.

Ted was big and brawny... and far too handsome. And you? You were a skinny gamer geek that only weighed a hundred pounds wet. It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that guys like Brett and Kyle and Greg had all the advantages in life. Big, strong, masculine, confident... and what did they do with it all? Push people around, mock others, bully everyone who dared stand up to them. Assholes like them didn't deserve the gifts they had been blessed with...

"I wish..." you muttered under your breath, "I wish that I could change things. I wish I could make things different."

Suddenly, you heard a strange, metallic ping echo through the air, and the world seemed to swirl and distort around you.

You looked around in surprise and fear, with a cry of, "W-what the-?!"

A wave of dizziness hit you. You stumbled, closing your eyes as you winced in pain. Then... the pain vanished.

You opened your eyes and stared around in shock. Just moments ago, you were walking home in the dead of winter. Yet now... it looked to be about mid-summer! The hot sun blazed overhead. The trees were green and the flowers in full bloom. What the hell was going on?

"S-stop it!" You heard a distant, high-pitched whine from behind you.

You turned around, only for your eyes to grow even wider. In front of you was a scene that had been etched in your memory...only now you were seeing it from a very different point of view.

There... just a few dozen yards away... was you. Or rather, your younger self... surrounded by equally young versions of Brett, Kyle, and Greg. This was when you had first met the boys, and when they decided you'd make a great punching bag. Your younger self, barely even 10 years old, sobbed from his seat on the dirty ground. A smug Brett stood over him, cracking his knuckles menacingly.

You narrowed your eyes at the scene and moved to intervene, when suddenly... everything seemed to... stop. The world fell silent around you, and you paused in trepidation.

'Make things right.'

You jolted at the words. They seemed to come from everywhere at once. Turning back to the frozen scene before you, your eyes widened at what you saw. Blue light shimmered at the core of each boy.

Potential.

Pure, masculine Potential. The very essence of manhood that would allow Brett, Kyle, and Greg to grow into the big, strong men they were as adults. It glowed brightly in each of their younger selves. Turning your gaze to your own past self, you noted that your own Potential was much, much dimmer. If Brett's Potential was a wildfire, yours was a tiny candle sputtering in the wind.

It wasn't fair... you had to change it!

Not fully understanding what you were doing, you held out a hand, palm up. Even as time was stopped, a howling wind seemed to blow, drawing sparks of the bullies' Potential out of their bodies. Their essences swirled around you before coalescing in your hand. When the wind finally died down, you held what looked like a tiny blue sun. The combined masculine Potential of three men.

You glanced back at Brett and the others and saw that their cores were now faint and dim, much like yours. You knew they would never be able to grow up into the hunks they were meant to be.

Turning back to your younger self, you thought, 'What if... what if I gave this Potential to my younger self...?'

The idea made sense. After all, if you could take Potential away, surely you could give it to someone else. You could save yourself the heartache of watching them become the assholes you knew they were destined to be and change your own fate in one fell swoop.

So, you did.

You gently pushed the tiny blue sphere towards your childhood self. It floated gently, almost lazily, until it touched his skin and sank into his body. His core of Potential flared to life. Brilliant, blinding... like a dying star that had been reignited.

And then... everything started shifting again.

Another wave of dizziness struck you, and everything faded to black.

***

You blinked as a cold wind buffered your face. You jolted awake and looked around you. You were back! Back in your time! But you felt... strange... different. Your usually baggy clothes felt oddly tight on you, especially around your arms and chest. You looked down and gasped in awe. Huge, muscular pecs pushed out the front of your shirt!

You reached up and patted your chest in disbelief. "Is this... is this for real?" you asked aloud and paused. Your voice was different! Much, much deeper. You cleared your throat and tried to speak again, your voice coming out as a low, rumbling bass.

"Wha... what the fuck?" you breathed. You looked down at your hands... they were huge! And your forearms... your biceps... they bulged obscenely! You couldn't stop staring at them. You flexed your muscles experimentally, trying a few poses that seemed to just come to you.

Your jaw dropped open in wonder. "I... I'm... huge!" You exclaimed.

You glanced up and realized that everything looked strangely smaller. Were you... taller? You looked for something to compare yourself to, trying to gauge how tall you actually were. You looked at a nearby street sign with a growing smile.

"Holy shit... I think I'm over six feet tall." You murmured, "I'm... six..."

A sudden pain lanced through your head, and you pressed a hand to your forehead with a groan of pain. Flashes of memory flickered before your closed eyes. You remembered growing up. Rapidly. By 8th grade, you were already 5'10"... and by the time you entered high school you were over six feet tall!

And you packed on muscle with ease! You remember having to cut down on your workouts in high school so you wouldn't bulk up so much. Not every sport benefited from having over 200 pounds of muscle...

Wait... sports? That's right! You were on the football, basketball, water polo, and wrestling teams, and even joined the weightlifting club!

You chuckled at the memories. You’d been huge for teenager... so much bigger than everyone else. By senior year of high school, you were 6'7" and nearly 260 pounds of pure muscle, bigger than some pro bodybuilders! You could've played sports at any college you wanted to, but you chose to stay local. Why? So you could stay close to... Ted... your... boyfriend...?

Your eyes opened wide in shock. "Ted is my boyfr-"

You were interrupted by your cellphone ringing in your pocket. You fumbled with your phone for a bit before you opened it and saw Ted's name pop up on the screen.

You smiled and answered it, "Hey, Ted!"

You heard some muffled sounds and then a familiar, husky voice came across the line. "Matt? Babe? You headed back yet?"

You smiled, a warmth pooling in your chest, and said, "Yeah, yeah. I just needed a bit of fresh air. I'm headed back now."

"Oh, okay. Well... I'll see you soon. Love you," he said. Your heart fluttered at how natural that sounded.

"Yeah. I'll see you in a bit. Love you too, Ted." you hung up, and put your phone away before making your way back to the reunion venue.

It was strange. You had two sets of memories: one from your original timeline and one from this new timeline. In this timeline, you and Ted had come to your 10-year high school reunion together. You started dating in college and planned to get married next year.

You smiled softly as you thought of your boyfriend. You remember helping him bulk up for football and cheering him on during tryouts back in high school. As a result, the Ted of this world was much happier and more confident, now that he wasn't under the shadow of his horrible friends. In fact, you weren't sure what had happened to Brett or the others. They avoided you once you started getting bigger and stronger than them, and none of them had come to the reunion either.

You had to admit... this Ted was a lot better than your old, insecure Ted. A part of you would always miss the sad, puppy-like Ted from before... but you were happy with the confident and suave Ted you had now... especially considering how the man could deep-throat your massive...

You stopped, mouth falling open. Without looking, you reached down and grabbed your crotch. Even soft, you could tell the dick in your pants would put any porn star to shame... and at this rate, it wouldn't be soft for much longer...

"Fuck." you whispered with a moan.

Was this the result of having the combined masculine Potential of three men?

You grinned and stroked your cock, feeling your thick shaft throb and harden in your pants. Maybe you should take a detour into the woods before you head back...

[tegalus]

Great story please more let him take more potential why here stop

[citizenies]

Imagine he stole from more people who wronged him wew