growth-without-effort Umpires Part One by FREaky

[FREaky]

Umpires by F_R_Eaky

 

            In Strangwich, Massachusetts stands Dubbdub Hall, a local hot spot for the college students.   It's a Friday night, the beginning of term, and all the students are out to party before they have to hunker down in their books and lectures to study profusely.

 

            Out on the dance floor is a Freshman, Blake Smythe.  He's not known to anyone except for his new roommate.  There's not a lot to look at to remember him.  He's all of about five feet one inch tall.  His build is lanky at best, looking something more akin to one of those old toys children used to get where the figure was long, wiry, and extremely bendable.  He has some brilliant blue eyes under a wispy mop of fly away black hair, but no one notices those baby blues as he still has such a youthful face he has a hard time convincing anyone he's a freshman in high school let alone college.

 

            But he's out on the dance floor tonight and has managed to work his way into the center of a group of girls.  Life can sometimes be surprising rewarding, but tonight isn't going to be one of those nights.  The leader or alpha female of this gaggle of girls has just arrived, or returned from the ladies room, and shortly after beginning to dance has noticed their companion.

 

            "Oh my, Gawd!  What the hell are you doing here shrimp?!?"

 

            The rest of the girls suddenly take notice and act shocked, disgusted, and crept out.  They all begin making rude comments and start a shoving match to try and get him out of their circle without touching him or him touching them.

 

            "Seriously, did you think you stood a chance with any one of us?  I don't think you even come up to my boobs!  We are not looking to a child to breast feed!  Get the fuck away from us, kid."

 

            She shoves Blake hard and he falls to the dance floor.  A couple of other girls, a bit shorter, not quite so endowed or curvy come up and him to his feet, pulling him into their group on the dance floor.

 

            "Lord, Ashley.  He wasn't groping anyone or being rude, he was just dancing.  You think you could be a grown up and be nice to folks in public."

 

            "Shut up, slut!  Go back with your sorry sorority sisters and keep quiet.  No one asked you."

 

            The two women make various faces with one another until they're both back in their collective groups.  The supposedly less attractive one puts Blake in the middle of her girls and they all begin to dance, talk, even laugh a little.

 

            Meanwhile, across the hall, in an alcove of seats near the bar a quintet of men are grouped together: Sebastian Knight, Senior, 6' 3" 250lbs, Black Hair, olive eyes, olive skin tone  Football player, although not the captain nor quarter back; Mason Fletcher, Senior, 6' 8", slight muscular build, thick blond hair cut spiky, blue eyes like ice crystals, ivory skin tone, one of the extras on the basketball team; Zachary Woode, Junior, 5' 10" 185lbs, thick brown hair, deep brown eyes, very tan, lower ranking member of the wrestling team; Brook Wells, Senior, 6' 4", swimmer's build, sun kissed brown hair, vibrant brown - burn sienna eyes, member of the swim team; and Connor Rabbits, Junior, 6' 1", lithe build, burnt umber - reddish hair, sparkling emerald eyes, member of the track team.

 

            Connor has been watching the whole scene play out, he's thinking of making a change in the script.  "Woode.  You see who I see across the hall?"

 

            "Yeah, Mr. short stop getting trounced upon by glamazonian bi-atch?"

 

            "Yeah... whaddaya think?"

 

            A fairly meaty hand comes down upon Zachary Woode's shoulder.  It belong to their comrade, Sebastian.

 

            "I think... he's worthy of getting a boost and putting little missy in her place.  You two wearing your rubbers?"

 

            "yeah."

 

            "yesssss!"

 

            "Brook, Mason!  Zach and Connor found us a worthy candidate for this evening."

 

            "Hawt damn!  I thought we were gonna have slow year.  If we couldn't find a guy the first week of the semester..."

 

            "Hush, dawg.  Bast just said he found us one.  Who and where is he?"

 

            "He's across the way, you two.  On the dance floor in the middle of all those girls in a group on the right.  He had kind of snuck his way in between the girls on the left until Ashley..."

 

            "Oooh Iiiiiiiiccccccce queen!"

 

            Sebastian laughed. "Yeah until Mizz Bi-otch broke it up and pushed him away."

 

            "We've got our rubbers on."

 

            "Then we all do.  Time to help our man achieve a pay back."

 

            Slowly the five men began to concentrate on Blake.  Harder and harder they focused.  If their eyes were lasers they would've sliced Blake to pieces by now, but they kept staring, concentrating, until finally one of them began their chant...

 

            "pump"

            "trump"

            "hump"

            "plump"

            "Thump"

 

            "hmmmm oooh  ooooh"

 

            "Work it right boys...  work it right... Connor..."

 

            "Thump... Thump...Thump... THUMP!"

           

            "Mason!"

 

            "Trump...Trump...Trump...Trump...Trump!"

 

            "Pump...Pump....Pump....Pump...Pump....Pump!  ... oooooh ahhhhhh  Connor one more time..."

 

            "Thump!"

 

            "Zach!"

 

            "Hump.... Hump....Hump....Hump....Hump...Hu...."

 

            "ZACHARY!"

 

            "OOOOh... hey I like 'em hung ya know..."

 

            "Can't make him outrageous."

 

            "S'Okay, you two... I can balance him out... plump... plump.... plump!"

 

            Meanwhile over on the dance floor, Blake's movements began to get a little jerky and not so coordinated.  He felt like he was having spasms and twitches up and down his body.  His feet began to sweat in his shoes, and then swell in them.  His shoes began to get tighter and tighter, shorter and shorter.  His toes began to curl under themselves until finally the was a rip and a pop and a tear and the sides of his shoes began to give way.  The tops of his shoes began to spread apart and rip open the lacings.  His toes began to push out and through the front while his heels began to blow open the back.  Except for Blake, no one noticed this as they weren't looking at his feet and they couldn't hear the tears and rips above the music.

 

            When the stretching feeling started in his stomach happened, they began to notice.  Stretch... and soon he was standing a little straighter.  Stretch!  He was standing taller prouder.  Stretch!  There was no denying what was happening.  His jeans' hem began to travel up his legs, exposing more and more shin and calves.   His shirt bottom began climbing up his torso revealing his abdomen.  The shirt sleeves began to travel up his arms, further and further.  His head started to rise a bit higher than his shirt collar which was getting a bit snug on him.  Stretch!  The sleeves began to ride up the shoulders and a faint ripping sound could be heard  near his back.  Stretch!  Another growth spurt.  He was standing so tall now, like around 6' 5".   The shirt was just barely holding together to be a mid-drift on him.  His jeans looked more like a pair of denim Capri's.  He stood there slightly bewildered, looking over all the girl's head and most of the guys ' as well.

 

            Then the ripping noises began.  Blake's blood began to feel hot, as if his veins had been filled with molten metal.  His veins began to rise up, full and plumped, to the top of his skin level, while his muscles began to contract and expand....and Expand.....AND EXPAND!

 

            First they popped up on his feet and travelled to his ankles thickening and strengthening them.  Then they climbed up the shins and across the calves, making them plump and swell and grow, becoming all hard and diamond, then heart shaped.  Finally swelling to begin to look like a good sized turkey leg.  The veins then crawled under the fabric of Blake's jeans and began to stream and flow over his thighs.  The fabric which was already too small due to the great growth spurt in height now began to smaller and smaller, tighter and tighter as Blake's thighs began to inflate and harder, swell and grow.  Tear drop shape after tear drop shape got larger and thicker, wider and denser, and began to push and pull and stretch that fabric across itself.  As the back of his thighs blew into proportion, the seams began to give way and tear up from his knees to his hips with a few other rips around each leg until the legs of the jeans hung in ever shrinking strips.

 

            Blake let out a few moans of discomfort as his butt and waist filled out a bit, filling his now way too small pants to their limit.  Bubbling out more and more, Blake's butt became hard and firm and bulging like this thighs now were.  Bunching and scrunching, His abdominals and obliques crunched and rolled their way into a beautiful, albeit thick waistline of cobblestone brick.  Between this new svelte, but still thicker waistline and butt, the jeans let go a single shout of surrender in the sound and action of the waist button popping off and flying somewhere across the dance floor.

 

            The veins could be seen again making their way up and past those newly carved abs and obliques, roaming up and over his lats which began to flare up and out, broader wider and wider, pushing his shirt bottom and his upper arms out...Out...OUT!  They would've blown the shirt out themselves except the veins had made it to the back, chest, and shoulders.  Each one of them swelling, breathing, mounding, rising, thickening, more and more and more....  The flat plain that was Blake's chest gave way to a small crevice, then two small crescents, followed by two small mounds, followed by two decent sized globes that stretch and stretch his shirt to the limits.  While the chest was growing, the back was growing too getting wider and wider, thicker and harder, a well seen tree shape forming for all to see.  The shoulders mounding and rising in time with the others growth becoming soft balls, soccer balls, beach balls!  The sounds of rips filled whatever empty space the dance beat left as Blake's torso muscles ripped his shirt down the front of his shirt, down the sides and under the arms, down and across the back.

 

            As his neck grew and thicken fuller, denser, harder, into a massive column, it caused the collar of his shirt to snap apart and now the shirt that Blake wore was nothing more than two sleeves caught somewhere between his upper arms and his delts.  Everything else was just a rag.

 

            But just as those mighty rivers of  veins had travelled up his neck, they also worked down his arms and the show the ladies got did not disappoint.  His biceps flexed into a small ball, a baseball, a football, a soccer ball.... and the triceps underneath were growing just as fast and furiously creating that great horseshoe formation that matched the size of the biceps.  Splitting what was left of Blake's shirt, his muscles and height now left him nearly nude save for something that might be a pair of jean shorts that looked more akin to the strips of armor a Roman soldier would wear.

 

            But that wasn't the end of the show... .... ... Suddenly Blake moaned and moaned loudly, gutturally, a low pleasurable moan.  That's when some of the girls heard it.  A faint sound, which was similar to the ticking of a clock, but all it had was the ticks and no tocks.  tick...tick...tick tick....tick tick tick....ticktickticktickticktick...  Suddenly Blake's' jeans zipper was now pulling apart for no reason it seemed, except for the fact there was a great swelling there...a GREAT swelling.  The bulge pulled his underwear band down exposing more and more pubic hair that was growing in on him at a phenomenal rate.  The jean sides parted and spread across the tighter tightie-whities, pulling the zipper all the way down and open.  The budge rose and bunched creating quite the large sack out in front, but lost a little bit of its size when after a few more moans it deflated just a little and suddenly it was for certain that the girls could see a good sized...VERY good sized, cock head and cock belonging to Blake, hanging about three-eighths of the way down his thigh and looking very limp and soft.

 

            The girls backed up a little and looked at Blake not sure how to take this, take him, in.  Where there once was this very light and lithe, short man, now stood a fairly tall - about six foot five inches tall, football player sized man.  Blake looked down himself as best as he could, running his hands all over his body and through the new hair that covered much of him.

 

            He was going to turn to say something to the girls, when one of them was shoved out of the way by Ashley.  She approached Blake now with a smirk on her mouth and a look of lust in her eyes.

 

            "Well, hel-LO there!  Where did you come from handsome.  You are someone worthy of my..."

 

            Ashley stuck a hand out to feel the pecs and biceps of Blake, but his snatched her wrist and threw them back at her side.

 

            "You ain't touchin' me, bitch!  Where did I come from?  I'm the guy you just pushed to the ground.  I don't touch girls who aren't pretty on the inside.  I touch the girls who are beautiful all over."

 

            Blake allowed one of the girls he was dancing with to touch him and feel up his arm.  She then winked at him with a coy smile and a nod to four other girls who acted like they had to go somewhere and they knew that he had too as well, so, follow them.  Blake smiled at them and winked back then turned to Ashley and loomed over her.

 

            "You're getting NONE of this!  Grrrrrrrrr!  and I'm gonna make sure no one on any of the sports teams or the calendar models goes near you either, you worthless skank!  GRRRRRRRR!"

 

            Making a crab shot each time he growled at Ashley, the last time done with so much emphasis, Ashley let out a cross between a yelp and sexual moan, and then a whimper with a shudder, and suddenly her crotch was soaked through and through. She had to make a run to her car out of shear embarrassment.

 

            Blake and the other girls left and went who knows where, but it turned out to be one of the best nights of Blake's life.

 

            Meanwhile on the other side of the club hall, at the end of Blake's massive growth spurt, the quintet of men all sitting next to one another moaned together and shuddered, each feeling a rubber on the end of his cock filling up with cum.  Sebastian let out a whistle and winked at the guys, clapping Mason on the back, who in turn fist bumped with Zachary, who high fived Brook, who in turn clasped right hands with Connor and then pulled them apart for a snap of the fingers and then an open palm wave and an explosive sound.

 

            Each man had gotten up and left the table, leaving some money to cover his bill or for tips, and then exited the hall.  Connor stayed behind though.  During the orgasm that the five men experienced from Blake's incredible growth, he had seen another man come in.  Greeting a couple of people near the front door as he entered, he was a good looking man, almost kind of modelesque in his facial features, 5' 11" lithe frame, curly black hair that hung over violet eyes, only you almost didn't see them for his broad black rimmed glasses. There was something about him that looked kind of athletic, yet so nerdy... No, not nerdy, but definitely smart.  Connor couldn't take his eyes off him and decided to watch him for just a moment. 

 

            As the young man sat down and placed his feet up on one of the ottomans in front of the couch bank of seats, Connor noticed that the young man's feet were small.  No, of course he probably wasn't going have really large feet as he was only six foot tall, maybe a hair shorter, but it didn't look like he even had anything close to a size nine let alone a ten or eleven.  He might not have even worn a size eight!  Connor thought this man could use a little help and so he concentrated and concentrated and chanted...

 

            "thump....Thump....THUMP....THUMP!"

 

            Connor felt his release of energy, but didn't feel anything else.  The young man, however, did feel something.  Almost an electrical charge ran through him, but then it passed replaced by an eerie presence, as if he was being watched, observed by someone.  As though there was some in the club that was stalking him right now.  He turned and looked where he thought he felt it coming from, but there was nobody there.  Just and empty bank of seats and a table in a little alcove near the bar. 

[Omiganda]

Been waiting forever for another F_R_Eaky special! XD Lovin' it already

[convolution]

Short, sweet, and erotic...

great story

[muscl4life]

Hehe I loved this story already! congratulations!

[FREaky]

Thanks guys. Appreciate it. Real life did a kick to the groin, left me without an ability to get on the net save via my phone. Got some things straightened out and hopefully will have more time online again. Thought and felt it was time to start working on one of the many stories I had planned.