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Nerd No More Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by JR22

For some school was an obligation. For others it was a social nexus. It was a podium, an opportunity, a burden, a duty. For every student it was something else, and for Harold Hollister, it was a battlefield. The one fortune was that Harold had earned the nickname 'Hall' as an abbreviation of his last name, for that one blessing he was glad.... But for everything else, school had him terrified. He completed as much work as he could at home, he took more sick days than most students and he knew every hiding hole, back door and open grate in the building. They had become essential skills in order to avoid as much punishment as possible... punishment for being smarter than the other kids, for not conforming... for being a nerd.

Hall stood in the south east hallway, hugging his straps to his chest. Despite being a senior, he hadn't earned the tolerance of any of his peers. Worse than that, even the freshman picked on him... though he could understand why. At eighteen years old, Hall was five foot six with dishwater blond hair in a bowl cut and round, blue framed 'Harry Potter' glasses. Hall took a soft breath, reaching up to rub his freckled nose and brace himself before he opened the door and moved out down the hall. He'd worked out an elaborate way o get into the building through a door that was always locked just to cut down on the path between his arrival and his first class. It was starting to look like he was going to get away with it.... For a moment.

Foot steps echoed behind him. Hall quickened his pace. The footsteps following sped up as well, falling out of pattern. It was more than one. Hall all but ran, but then he felt the fingers drive into his pants... but his bullies were in for a surprise. The fingers belonged to a senior on the football team, Ken Spalding. The two hundred pound thug grimaced as he didn't find his quandary. It took him almost ten full seconds to realize that Hall wasn't wearing any underwear to pull up. He pulled his hand back as if it had burned him.

"Fuck man, who doesn't wear underwear to school? You're so gay man." Ken grunted. Hall spun around, his tiny bird bone arms quivering with rage.

"Then why are you the one reaching into other people's pants?!" Hall asked. He regretted the words as soon as he'd said them. He felt the arms grab him by the shoulders and lift him up. It was a short march into the bathroom where more guffawing compatriots snorted and smirked. Hall grimaced. He'd prepared an anti-wedgie contingency, but there was no saving against swirlies. Ken hoisted his foot and slammed it against the flush handle on the toilet, getting the water going. Hall used the moment of imbalance to try and free himself, swaying his limbs, struggling like a salmon caught in the paw of a bear. He started to slip, but Ken's allies grabbed him and turned him upside down.

The sound of Hall's glasses skittering across the bathroom floor echoed, then the sickening crunch of glass breaking. Hall was defeated, but the sound only lasted a second before ice cold water started rushing around his head, funneling into his ear sand nose. Hall blew out his air very slowly to keep the water from rushing in. They pulled him up just a bit before dunking him again. Hall was ashamed to admit he'd had enough experience to practice his breathing on such things a swell.

After their laughter and mirth had faded, Hall was flipped right side up, but before they set him down they held his feet together and dipped them into the toilet as well. The water gushed into his shoes, soaked his socks and the soles. After another moment he was unceremoniously dropped onto the bathroom floor while the other boys scattered to go create alibis for themselves. Hall lay sprawled out on the floor for a moment before he crawled around to find his broken glasses and slipped them on, glad at least one lens was intact. He stood up and hobbled over to grab his backpack before he headed for the door, his shoulders slumped.

****

Soft, regular squishing noises came from Hall's shoes as he walked home. First block hadn't even reached half way over, but Hall had wiggled his way through the administration again. His parents were always working, they didn't have time for school drama, and the last thing Hall wanted was to be held at the school for hours. It, like everything else, had become an adaptation. He walked along, gazing up at the tree leaves above him through the cracked lens of his glasses. The way it warped and duplicated the leaves was rather beautiful in its own way. It reminded Hall that there were still some things in the world that were good... and he knew precisely what would make him feel better as soon as he got into his house.

"Another rough day kid?" Came a sympathetic voice. Hall turned, looking to see a police officer in a car stopped across the street from him. His sunglasses were cobalt blue and reflected everything.

"Hello officer Sims." Hall said, "Yeah... They gave me a double dip." He added a moment later.

"Harold, you can't let this keep going on. If you ever need any help dealing with them, I'd be more than happy to help." The officer said.

"I know we'd catch two or three of them, but they have so many friends, they'd find a way to get even. I don't think they have witness protection for high school crimes." Hall said with a weak smile.

"Well... at least let me give you a ride home." Sims said.

"I'm covered in toilet water." Hall said. The cop chuckled.

"It's a lot cleaner than what my usual passengers are covered with, come on." Sims said, moving to climb out and open the back door of his car. Hall looked both ways before he crossed the street and sat down in the back of the car. Sims made sure he was in before he shut the door and climbed back into the front seat, moving back into traffic. Hall took a breath and looked at the metal bars, the reinforced glass, the thick seats. He wondered what it would be like to be a bad kid that got locked up in the back, some kind of tough thug... but those thoughts faded. Hall didn't want to be bad; he wanted to be good... He wanted to be like all of his heroes, like Batman, like the Falcon, like Thor or Meta. Even a bit like Sims.

"Thanks for the ride." Hall said finally.

"Not a problem kid, just remember, if you ever need any help, you don't have to take that on alone." Sims said. Hall looked up at the officer, debating those words. In a way, he had a feeling that he still might have to, but he knew Sims had his heart in the right place. Hall knew the last thing anyone needed was something crazy like a school shooting. For now, all Hall wanted to do was escape reality for a while, and that would be just what he did when he got home.

****

The garage door rumbled shut behind Hall as the cop car drove away. Hall kicked off his wet shoes before peeling his socks off, dropping his pants and underwear before finally pulling off his shirt. The wet pile was discarded and he grabbed a dish towel from a cupboard of rags, using it to dry himself a bit before adding the cloth to the pile of clothes. Finally, he moved over to the gardening cabinet, opening the doors up. While there was fertilizer and weed killer, there was also a small stack of fresh, clean underwear. It was yet one more adaptation that Hall had learned to make after years of persecution.

The soft, white undergarments fit him snuggly and would be decent enough to get him through the house. The blonde boy gathered up his clothes, dumped them into the washing machine and set it to run. He moved into the house but set his wet shoes on the back porch to dry before heading to his room. He stepped in and shut the door behind him, leaning against the frame with a sigh of relief. He was home, he was safe... and he had hours and hours until his parents got home. The time was his, the sanctuary was his, and he could escape reality at last.

Hall stretched and moved over to his computer desk, swapping out his broken pair of school glasses for the red framed pair he kept safe at home. With his vision restored, Hall felt even more human. With a satisfied smile, he moved over to his massive bookshelf of comics and trailed his finger along, trying to decide which ones to start with. He pulled out an issue of Meta and looked at the stylized cover with a young man in a black and green jumpsuit with goggles... but Hall just wasn't in the mood for Meta. He wanted a hero with more heft, a hero that could take on anything from zombie robot dinosaurs to time traveling ice ages to evolutionary focused aliens. He wanted to read about Cave.

With practiced hands, Hall pulled out four issues of the Cave comics, carrying them over to his bed. Hall hadn't thought at first why Cave had become his favorite hero, but it all made sense when he took the time to consider. Cal had been an ordinary teenager before he found an irradiated saber tooth fossil and made it into a necklace... and that necklace had activated dormant DNA in him, turning the teenager into a hulking cave man. He was strong, he was brave, he was manly. Hall sprawled out on his bed, looking at the covers. Most showed Cave in his final form, a seven foot tall muscle beast that had almost as much hair as a Bigfoot, but the first issue shoed him mid-transition with boyish cheek bones and a full wolfman beard, one hand larger than the other as he gazed at the mirror in shock. Hall smirked to himself. He couldn't be anything but excited when he imagined himself in the same position.

Hall started flipping through the pages. The new issue wouldn't be out for another month and he'd read each cover to cover so many times, but it was still good. Hall kept reading avidly, retracing the origin story, imagining himself in some fictional metropolis, going through it all himself... no longer being a nerd, being something more... and as Hall dreamed of his great escape, the stress drained from his body and tiredness swept over him. He barely made it to the end of the first comic before he fell asleep, a look of peace on his face at last.

****

The doorbell echoed through the house like an unwelcome intruder, causing Hall to cough and sputter and sit up, a string of drool connecting his cheek to his pillow. He brushed it away and se the comic books aside that had slid to his lap. He rummaged around for a pair of shorts, pulling them on before he jogged to the door as the bell ran again. He opened it up only to see a UPS man in brown shorts and a brown shirt. The delivery man looked at Hall, a little surprised to see him out of school. He checked his package pad.

"Is Harold Hollister home?" The delivery man asked.

"That's me." Hall grinned. The man handed Hall the device to sign on the touch screen while he grabbed a small box. Hall was practically bouncing up and down in anticipation. He knew exactly what was in that package. The two traded off and the delivery man headed back toward his van. Hall ran back inside, hugging the box to his chest, making a mild happy humming before he grabbed a knife out of the kitchen, pausing. He had to be careful how he opened the box. He set it down onto the counter before he sliced along the upper edge horizontally only, splitting the tape that held the upper flaps. Then, facing the blade upwards, he split the top two flaps open. The knife was set aside and Hall pulled the flaps apart.

Inside, nestled among packing peanuts was a certificate of authenticity and a small ceramic case shaped like a sedimentary rock, embedded with fake fossils all around it. Hall reached it and took a hold of the display case before he pulled it apart... and resting inside was a replica of the gold chain saber tooth from the Cave comics. It was four inches long, curved and it looked like real bone... There even were the faintest flecks of green particulate from the irradiated comet fragments. It had been expensive, but it was worth it... Hall gazed at the piece for a long moment before he lifted the necklace up and held it before him.

Hall's hear raced and he couldn't wait any longer. With great care, he brought the necklace over his head, the chain coming to rest along the back of his neck, the pendant hanging down between his nipples. Hall grinned gently, knowing that it was just a replica, but it felt so good, so right. The blonde young man gave it a few loving strokes, fondling the tooth before he set his certificate of authenticity and the display case aside and threw away the box. He made his way back to his bedroom, intent to resume reading where he had left off. Today was not going to get him down. Today was a fantastic day.

****

The hours had passed and the issues had stacked up. Fourteen now rested next to Hall's hip as he kept going. The sun had faded outside and he had heard the rumblings of the garage. Hall was a bit relieved the school hadn't contacted them. They had no reason to suspect he hadn't been there. In his distraction, Hall slowly traced the tip of the fang around one of his nipples, a nipple that had grown erect with the attention. He shivered a bit as the fang grazed the fleshy nub but still paid it no mind.

"Harold, it's time for dinner!" A call came from the other room. Hall sighed and closed the comic and set it down before he stepped out of bed, but then leaned back, groaning a bit. His legs truly ached, as if they'd been put through vigorous exercise. He reached down to try and massage them, but that only helped a little. He flexed his toes a bit too. They felt stiff and more bulky. Hall just assumed he'd been in bed too long. The young man grabbed a shirt and slipped it on, though it hugged his arms and shoulders a bit too tightly.

"Aww man, I shrunk it." He groaned, feeling perturbed that he'd ruined one of his favorite shirts in the washing machine. Still, he was dressed enough for dinner. He moved out and down the hall, heading to the dinner table to sit down. There was already meat loaf dished up for him with a hearty side of mashed potatoes and green beans. Hall lowered into his chair, grabbing his fork, drool leaking from his mouth more. He couldn't believe how starved he was. With no words, Hall started to dig in, gulping down the hot meat, tasting the juices flow over his tongue.

"A fine kill..." Hall muttered.

"What dear?" His mother asked from the kitchen. Hall blushed a bit.

"A fine meal." Hall replied, scarfing it down.

"My, Harold, I've never seen you eat so much. Do you want seconds?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes, seconds... more meat." Hall grinned, licking his lips, "It tastes so good..." he murmured. His father was surprised too, but it was so rare to see their son happy that they didn't mind. The more meat, the merrier as far as they were concerned.

****

Hall moved back into his room with an odd sway to his walk. It was almost as if his arms were longer and heavier, swinging like pendulums. Hall gave it no mind, knowing only that he was stuffed... and very content. It had been the best dinner he could remember, and while his parents enjoyed late night tea on the verandah, he felt like more manly pursuits. The door to his room was locked and he sat down at his computer desk, leaning back in the chair. He logged onto his favorite fan art site and input Cave into the search string. In an instant, pictures of him appeared in a thousand different art styles, but all were manly and all were strong. Hall felt a stirring move through him, and then a slightly more potent feeling.

A pressure built in Hall's manhood, the member hardening in his pants. Hall grinned a bit, reaching down to grope himself through the fabric of his pants. He loved the pictures; he loved imagining himself in them... He tried to imagine what it would be like to be Cave; it had to be something wonderful.... With that thought, Hall groaned more, his manhood becoming more insistent. Hall decided with his bedroom door locked, it was worth the risk. He popped the button to his shorts opened, lowered the zipper and fished out his cock. It was already pretty hard, but there wasn't anything he couldn't milk out a little more from with his talented hand. He curled his fingers around his shaft and started to stroke up and down, looking at the pictures on the screen.

Hall's eyes studied every hair, every curl, every muscle, and every curve. He grunted harder, feeling amazed at just how horny he had been. His shaft was as hard as a diamond. Hall started to heat up as he jerked off, the fang necklace still dangling on his chest... but it had risen a bit higher, not as loose. No longer did the tip sway below his nipples. Now it was just a bit above. Hall didn't notice that change, nor any of the others. All he knew was that his cock was hard and his arms and legs were stiff.

His hand worked faster and faster along that shaft, though Hall had to admit that it did feel a bit different. In addition to being a touch more sensitive than before, it also felt like his cock was a bit thicker. Even his balls seemed heavier. Hall wasn't sure if he was having a delayed growth spurt. He hoped he was, though he didn't want to get his hopes up. Whatever it was, he was glad to take what he could get. Hall grunted a bit as his pace reached a fast frenzy. He tipped his head back, panting even more before he shuddered, moaned, and then felt the hot splatter spray up his shirt, soaking through the cloth. He moaned sharply in delight, heaving a sigh before he looked down at his stomach... and tilted his head a bit. He was used to his blond bush, sparse but a good color... but he hadn't remembered any hairs on his stomach.

He reached down with a finger, stroking up and down between his belly button and his shaft, feeling the triangular trail of fuzz. He grinned a bit, feeling like more of a man after all... and that realization was just enough to trigger him into another bout of hardness. His cock swelled up again and Hall went right back to it, jerking himself off, his hands flying back and forth eagerly.

****

Night had fallen and with it a great darkness. Hall slumbered away, though a strange sound accompanied his deep sleep; the sound of snoring. Hall had never snored before, but somehow he'd fallen into just the right position. It seemed to emphasize the rise and fall of his chest, but if anyone had been in the room, they would have been able to see it was moving more than just the motions associated with breathing; it was growing. Ever so slowly his smooth, flat chest and stomach were gaining definition. His nipples pushed away from his chest as his pectorals swelled and his smooth stomach developed bumps as his abdominal muscles hardened. His necklace rode up even higher on his bare chest, resting amid the faintest downy fuzz of new hair growing out.

The skin seemed a bit tougher, reinforced by the new hairs pushing out of his skin. At first the hairs were invisible, light and willowy like all new growth, but soon they firmed and curled a bit, turning into a more mature form of chest fuzz. Hall reached up to scratch at his chest a bit, his fingers trailing through the hair there. He murmured in his sleep, half feeling that something wasn't quite right, but not quite enough to wake himself yet. Undisturbed, the hair continued to push out. A light peppering covered the space between his pecs, but slowly it advanced even more. Hairs started to push out around his nipples, leaving the pink circles bare but surrounding them on all sides.

Hall rolled over slowly, stretching out on his mattress a bit more. The snoring stopped, allowing his back to rise and fall in silence, but much as his chest had grown, his back started to expand. Muscles grimed along his shoulder blades and neck, growing steadily. The skin stretched over the new mass, his necklace growing tighter as it had to accommodate a larger neck. Hall murmured more before one arm dangled off the side of the bed. In the pale moonlight penetrating his window, the invisible hairs that covered his arm started to become visible. They turned blonde, then slowly brown. The color spread up from his wrist to his shoulder, then across his chest and to the other arm. The pigment picked up pace, even reaching his scalp. His dishwater blonde hair darkened, turning chestnut brown at the roots before the color advanced outward, leaving only faint blonde highlights.

Hall murmured happily in his sleep, the changes translating into his dream. It was a good enough feeling that his cock soon grew hard, straining in his underwear, stretching longer. Hall started to rotate his hips, shifting his weight back and forth, grinding his meat against the mattress. He crushed it with his own body weight and ground it into the sheets and springs. It felt so good that it tugged him more towards awareness... but it still wasn't enough, and while he slept, the changes continued.

Beneath his covers, Hall's legs grew hairier by the second. The few hairs he had thickened and darkened before new ones grew in, filling in between the old. What had looked like a piece of sanded plywood was now becoming as furry as a carpet. The brown hair curled and tangled and got denser. Hall moaned softly in his sleep, but the sound had changed. His voice was deeper, and the deeper voice startled him. The eighteen year old's eyes hot open at hearing an unfamiliar voice and he sat up, rolling over to sit on his ass as he looked around. He panted softly, though he was surprised at how different it felt to breathe... His chest seemed heavier, harder to operate but like he had the muscles to compensate. He looked down slowly and gasped, seeing just how true that was.

Hall gazed at his body for a full minute before he even blinked. He had gone to bed with a torso smooth enough to be a water slide, but now he was actually built. Hall knew it had to be a dream. He reached up and grabbed one of his furry pecs, then he pinched his other nipple. He'd expected to pinch himself to confirm that he was sleeping, but instead it sent a lightning jolt to his groin, one that had already been swollen. His underwear was tented bad and Hall was fighting between his confusion and his lust. To his surprise, his lust started to win.

The teenager lifted up the waistband of his pants and his hard, achingly red shaft emerged, thick and veined and bigger than ever. Hall didn't understand what was going on at all, but he couldn't ignore it. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started to pump it up and down, another moan escaping his lips. He gasped at the sound before realizing it was him. He tested out humming a few notes, making a few small noises... His voice was deeper; there was no doubt about it. Hall kept thrusting his hand up and down his cock, contemplating the changes, wondering if he'd entered some kind of mega growth spurt before he realized something else had changed - his hand wasn't reaching all the way between the head and base of his cock.

"What the..." Hall murmured, his voice much deeper still. He looked down and saw his hand sliding up and down just as he always had, but his cock was a good four inches longer than his usual sweep. Despite the pleasure, things were getting too strange for Hall. He slowly pulled his hand back and looked down. His shaft was a good four inches thick and almost eleven long, rising out of a thicker bush of hair than he'd ever seen. Even his balls were partially hidden in the fuzz. Hall reached down, plunging his fingers into the nest of hair, finding his sack, then finding more of it, then even more.

He groaned as he explored his newly expanded sack, realizing it had to be large enough to hold two plums or even small peaches... and they were dense too. Hall wondered if that was part of the growth spurt, his balls sending out new hormones... but even if that was the case, those things didn't happen over night. Hall had to figure out what was going on. He threw his sheets and blankets back, stepped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He flicked the light on and grimaced at how bright it was before he shut the door. Turning to face the mirror, Hall realized he had forgotten his glasses.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he reached for the door knob, but as his hand extended, his vision improved. Slowly his hand came into focus, then the door knob, the light switch, the tile, the grunt, even the lettering on the toothpaste. Hall was once again shocked. His vision had never taken a turn for the better, least of all so suddenly. He reached up, wondering if he had been wearing his glasses and his eyes just had to wake up, but there was no trace of his glasses. As his fingers grazed his cheeks, there was a soft tingle of a thousand microscopic hairs brushing his finger tips.

Slowly Hall turned to look at the mirror, nearly knocking himself back in surprise at what he saw. His main shock had come from his change in hair color. It was so much darker than it had been, even his eyebrows... but it was the tip of the iceberg. The young man he saw in his reflection was tall, strong, sturdy. His neck was thick, his shoulders wide, his arms muscled. He had chest hair, arm hair, stomach hair... It was exhilarating... and soon his cock was back at full mast, begging for attention. Hall had to ignore it for the moment. He looked at his arms carefully, rubbing his hands up and down them. The new arm hair brushed one way, then brushed back the other. It was his, it was thick, it was wiry...

Hall's self exploration migrated from his arms to his chest. He groped his pectorals, circling his nipples, feeling how thick the hair was... and then he lifted his arms. In his pits was the same sparse hair he'd had before... but only for a moment. Before his very eyes, his pit hair pushed out, thickening and curling. It grew at an impossible rate, growing centimeters longer every few seconds. It grew from a patch to a tuft, the bush of hair covering both underarms, darkening to the same thick brown.

"Something's wrong, I gotta wake up..." Hall whispered, turning on the sink. He collected water in his hands before he splashed his face with it. It felt as bitterly cold as always. As he stood back up and looked at the mirror, he watched the droplets run down his gold necklace, moving over the saber tooth fossil before dripping to the counter. Hall's body stopped in place as he looked at the trinket. He knew it was impossible, it couldn't be... It was a toy, a replica from the mail. It wasn't real... But at the same time, the changes hadn't happened until it had arrived.

Hall took a hold of his necklace and slowly lifted it up off his head. As the chain came off over his skull and he set it down on the counter, his hair started to change color again, transitioning from brown to the light dishwater blonde it had been before. The color spread down across his chest and arm hair all the way to his legs, but every other change remained. Hall looked down at the counter where the necklace was, panting softly. He reached out to touch it, but as he did, brown hair started growing out of the back of his hand and across his knuckles. He gasped and yanked his hand back, watching the hair return to blonde.

"It's real..." Hall whispered, taking a step away before he sat down on the toilet seat, chuckling gently at the irony and audacity of it all, "its real..." he said before he laughed even louder.

"Harold, are you alright?" Came a muffled male voice from outside. Harold froze in place. He swallowed a bit.

"Yeah, I just had a weird, funny dream. I'm sorry, go back to sleep." Hall said.

"Well, get back to bed... You don't want to be tired at school tomorrow." his father said before moving back to his bedroom. Hall turned, looking back at the necklace. As if he was going back to school when he had such a mystery to unravel... but with his parents around, he only had two choices; stalk out into the night to complete the change, or wait until morning. Hall stared at the necklace for a long moment before he came to his conclusion. He wasn't going to wait. He grabbed the necklace in his other hand, letting the hair sprout out of it and catch up as he headed out of the bathroom and toward the back door.

****

Hall moved u the hillside behind his house, edging between the blackberry vines before he found a small stretch of land almost invisible on all sides. He slowly took a breath and looked down at himself, seeing clearly for the first time outside in his life without his glasses. He wasn't a nerd anymore... He seemed taller, thicker, hairier, stronger. He was everything the other kids were... but if the necklace had gone as far as it had, then it was capable of going further, of making him a Caveman just like in the comics.

Hall reached up to scratch his cheek, feeling the stubble that had started there. He wanted a beard so bad... He made a deal with himself just to wear the necklace long enough to get a beard, that had to be okay. He slowly unclasped his hand around the pendant before he picked it back up, slid the chain over his hear and let it come down. His neck had grown thick enough that the pendant came to a stop resting on his collar bone, much closer to a choker necklace than the long dangling pendant it had been before... but as soon as it was back on, the changes resumed with a vengeance.

The teenager groaned as discomfort ripped through his bones. His legs throbbed like they had been hollowed out and filled with some manner of small creatures, but he could feel them stretch and grown, taking the skin and muscle along for the ride. Hall's toes dug into the dirt as his legs expanded, but soon his arms joined in too. His forearms ached, his biceps and triceps throbbed. His muscles were bulging more as he felt the energy pouring into him. Hall roared louder as his feet started to tingle. He looked down, watching his toes jut forward, stretching longer and thicker before his feet started to widen and flatten out like batter in a cake pan... but they were most certainly flesh and bone.

Hall panted and groaned, the moonlight washing over him. He could feel an itch spreading across his back as brown hair pushed out of his skin, creating a faint pattern almost like hairy wings before it spread together. His spine began to ache and throb as his vertebrae grew larger and stretched out. His back elongated vertically, then his shoulders stretched out. Even Hall's ribs started to expand, making his torso longer. Hall grunted hard as hands hung lower and more ape like... or more caveman like. Hall slowly lifted one of his hands in front of his face, watching it change. His fingers grew longer and wider, his palms expanded, the meat of his hand thickened, even his wrist grew. His hand stretched in every dimension, becoming larger and larger. It passed being just a large hand to being monstrously large, almost inhuman in proportion. His other hand was just the same.

Slowly, Hall curled his fingers into fists... Giant, mighty fists... with hairy knuckles. He looked down at his feet, watching them grow as well. He'd never seen feet quite that big. The knuckles of his toes had sprouted hair as well, but that was nothing compared to the hair growing down from his ankles across the top, no longer held back. Hall grunted, flexing his toes, feeling bigger all over... Even in his ass. What had been baby fat had turned to muscle, and what had already been muscle expanded rapidly. Hall's ass cheeks rounded and increased in size until his underwear strained and stretched, testing the limits before there was a soft tearing sound. The fabric split out over his cheeks, revealing that his posterior had grown a layer of brown hair as well. The tear increased before it hit the waistband and the underwear snapped.

With integrity lost, the underwear sagged down slowly and Hall's achingly huge veined shaft bobbed out, twelve inches long and drizzling a clear precum. Hall looked down at his cock, feeling the pleasure and change saturating his brain like a drug. He wrapped one of his giant hands around his length to start rubbing it while his other caressed his body. He was so amazing that he turned himself on, Hall couldn't help it. He felt up his chest fur, his arm fur, his belly fur. It was exquisite... He was in love with himself, for the first time in his life. He jerked off harder and harder almost like he was stripping meat from the bone, but all he felt was joy. His grunts continued to deepened as his vocal chords thickened and the shadow of stubble on his cheeks spread down his throat, though none had yet started to push out, at least until that moment.

Soft strips of brown hair pushed out of the back of Hall's cheeks, dropping down inch by inch to his jaw bone. The brown hair was long and soft at first, but it slowly curled and grew bushy, turning from normal hair into beard hair. The change was enough for Hall to feel and he had a rush through his system. He reached up, tracing his fingers through his thick burns, grunting hard... It felt almost sexual just to touch them, and it was good enough that he let go of his cock so he could stroke both sides. Soon his fingers pet his sideburns, exploring every centimeter, but the hair wasn't stopping there. Brown fuzz pushed out across his upper lips before it grew out, curling down into a mustache that slowly started to block his upper lip from sight. A patch of hair grew out immediately beneath his lower lip, stretching down toward his jaw, then stubble all over started to emerge.

Hall continued to pet and stroke his beard as it came it, his cock starting to spurt out precum in messy, half orgasms. He grunted and moaned louder with every inch, following the fur as it spread across his cheeks, meeting up with his mustache, then the hair on his chin. The hair slowly closed across his face, forming a short, incredibly dense beard... Hall knew he had reached his bargain, that he had said he would stop when he had a beard. He reached for his pendant but suddenly grunted as an aching pain filled his head. Hall fell forward onto his knees as his skull started to thicken and expand. His brow ridge began pushing out thicker, his eyebrows jutting out. His eyes fell into shadows as the bone emerged. New hair grew in between his eyebrows, forming a unibrow hair by hair. The bone plates in Hall's head thickened all over for a few moments before the pain faded.

Hall was left on his knees, thick browed and bearded, not remembering what he had been trying to do before. He searched his memory and then he remembered, he had been jacking off. The eighteen year old eagerly wrapped his hand back around his cock before adding the second. He started to double fist himself; not remembering at all that he had been trying to remove the necklace... and it continued its work. He thrust into his hands, grunting more and more as the beard continued to grow. The hair on the sides of his cheeks grew longer and wavier, then the hair beneath his chin did the same. The sides of his mustache grew down to his jaw before dangling down in small tendrils. All over, his beard continued its growth.

The furry brown mane grew from two inches to three, then four. Every time a strand passed four inches, a new hair would grow in between the others, thickening the beard considerably... but it wasn't the only hair growing. Tingling had spread across Hall's head as his now brown hair began to grow longer, softer and thicker. It brushed across his hairy shoulder blades, then slipped down his back slowly, but his beard was keeping pace at eight inches, then ten. If someone had spotted Hall in the bushes, it almost looked as if he was pumping himself up by way of his cock. He vigorously thrust his hands up and down along his meat, working it harder and harder, his body still continuing to grow. His back stretched, his legs elongated, his cock grew fatter. Everything was glorious.

Soon Hall's beard reached his nipples, completely hiding the necklace beneath. His hair reached down tot eh small of his back and his arms thickened more. His biceps and triceps were the size of small turkeys on each arm, his neck was thick and his shoulders were practically as wide as a loveseat. He wasn't human anymore; he was something simpler, something more fundamental. His bearded lips parted and he howled, feeling his giant balls shudder and throb. The seed rushed up his length before his cock head sprayed ropes of white sperm into his long beard, leaving thick strings and soaking it thickly.

Hall grunted and roared, basking in his orgasm, holding onto his cock for dear life before, after several minutes, the flow subsided. The last of the seed drizzled down his shaft and across his fingers, but Hall laid back and sprawled out onto the dirt beneath him, gazing up at the moon. His half hard cock stuck straight up like a monument to his manliness, but Hall was looking to the stars beyond. Now on his back, Hall was at least seven and a half feet tall. His feet would have been a size twenty if anyone made shoes that large, and his hands were big enough to palm a beach ball like a basketball.

The young man's thoughts came slower to his mind, but with more resolution. He knew life was now good, and that all the other kids at school had been fools to mess with him, but for the moment he was content to rest there in physical pleasure, not even thinking. He was something more, something better. He was a caveman... and the thought delighted him so that soon his cock was just as hard as before. His hands moved to grab his cum soaked shaft and get back to work, moaning beneath the moonlight, his eyes sliding shut with absolute pleasure. It was good to be a man.

****

The sun had not yet risen, but for the life of a police officer, the day was well underway. Christopher Sims moved down the cement steps to the parking garage under city hall where a portion of the city's police cars were kept. Harsh, faintly green lights lit the path but Christopher couldn't wait to get out onto the streets and see the sunrise. It was one of the best parts of his job. He moved out into the parking lot, heading for his car, but as he approached he noticed something out of the ordinary. There was a small cardboard box with a bow stuck to it sitting on the hood of his car.

Sims took a soft breath. Generally presents weren't a good thing to find without the gift giver in sight. There was a small chance it could be an explosive device, but Sims hadn't made many enemies. He specialized in fixing problems peacefully. Against his better judgment, the police officer advance, noticing a label on the package. It read 'To Sims, from Hall'. Christopher sighed with relief, running a hand across his buzzed brown hair. That narrowed it down a lot. He advanced and lifted the box, sliding the top off and looking inside.

Resting on a piece of velvet was a fang necklace on a gold chain with a note next to it. Chris lifted the note and read over it.

Dear Officer Sims. I know police officers aren't supposed to accept gifts, but I wanted to give you something that truly means something to me. This is the necklace of my favorite superhero, and I thought a real superhero deserved it. Thank you for your compassion. I'll see you around. -Hall

Chris smiled at that, all but chuckling to himself. It was an incredible gift to say the least, more for the sentiment than the actual design, but knowing that he'd likely see Hall at some point that day, Christian decided to put it on. He slipped the necklace up over his head before letting it hand down his collar, hiding it beneath his shirt. That way he could have it on but not get chastised for violation of the dress code.

Christopher slipped into his car and shut the door, putting the box next to his sunglasses. The engine revved to life and he buckled himself in, turning on the computer and police scanner before he backed out and drove up the driveway onto the city streets. The sky was turning a soft shade of violet, the horizon brighter than anywhere else. The sun was coming, and with it a brighter day. Sims leaned back, smiling to himself. He felt good, happy... and oddly confident. His mind started to ruminate on how he was a protector, a defender, a man's man. His chest puffed up a bit with pride, but also with expanding muscle.

Ever so slowly his pectorals hardened, his already toned abs refined even more and his arms thickened slowly. Sims felt greater and greater pride sweeping over him. He turned the steering wheel, unaware of his biceps bulging and growing as he did, also unaware that his manhood was slowly firming, hardened by the pleasurable sensations ripping through him. He turned onto another street, heading to his patrol. As Sims passed, Hall grinned from where he stood in the bushes, his hand stroking through his foot and a half long dishwater blonde beard, knowing the best was yet to come.

****

Sims boots hit the ground as he ran, his legs pumping away. His chest rose and fell. He felt stronger than ever before, able to do so much more, but at the same time his uniform felt terrible. It was tight and constricting, completely counter intuitive, but that wasn't what he was worrying about at the moment. A petty thug had stolen a purse and the mere idea of it enraged Sims. He felt like beating the purp to a pulp, but he knew he'd be able to restrain himself. The thug was scrawny and limber, leaping over fences, spinning around street signs to change his trajectory. Sims had been such a cop before, but somehow today he felt more like a tank.

They had been running for three blocks, then four. The thug was starting to get winded but Sims was going strong. The wind whipped through his brown hair, no longer as short as it had been. It was shaggier, longer and wilder. His fists had expanded as well, the fingers and palms growing. His shoes squeaked with tightness and his shirt was so tight that the buttons looked ready to explode. His exposed arms had so much hair on them they looked like they belonged to a bear, but Sims hadn't noticed anything. He was dedicated to his job.

Up ahead the thug scaled up a cement loading dock ledge. Sims didn't know what came over him, but he instinctively grabbed onto the ledge and pushed down, propelling himself upward with inhuman strength. He landed and resumed running, having gained another several feet. The thug let out a gasp of shock, realizing he wasn't against any ordinary cop. He made a decision and hurled the purse to try and give the cop another objective. Sims reached out for it, his arm stretching, his fingers extending. Time seemed to stand still and Sims knew he couldn't catch it... but somehow, as if by magic, his fingers caught the lip and the purse slid down into his grasp. Sims was shocked that he had caught it, but it meant that the Thug had not thrown him off the scent.

Sims growled happily, bearing his oddly sharp teeth before he suddenly leapt, arching over a pot hold and landing right behind the thug. With his free hand he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up until his legs were dangling above the ground. The thug screamed and yelped before Sims turned him to look the thief in the eye. The thug had to be nineteen years old with short black hair and a pencil thin mustache. He gazed down at the hulk of a cop that had caught him, shocked that they'd let any such beast into the force. Chris stood at six foot two with shaggy brown hair and stubble all over his cheeks. His hands were gigantic, his shirt was tight and his chest took in so much air every breath that it was like a wind was blowing back and forth. The thug squirmed a bit before he stopped fighting.

"I'm so sorry sir, I-" The thug was cut off.

"Save it. You're going to deal with the proper authorities." Christopher growled, though he felt a strong urge to just toss the thug and hope he learned the lesson the hard way. Still, his duty as a cop overrode his instincts and he turned, carrying the thug with insane ease back toward the car. He hopped down the loading dock and landed on his feet. His shoes split and the leather came apart, revealing torn socks and massive feet. His toes were huge, his soles even wider and hair sprouted from the knuckles of the digit. Chris kept walking, feeling natural on his feet. If anything, it was great to have the constraining pressure gone. He thought nothing of it.

"What are you?" the thug asked as he was being shoved into the back of the cop car. Chris smirked.

"I am justice, I am the law." Chris grunted before he shut the door and climbed in, the car sagging to one side with the added body weight.

"A lot bigger justice than I'm used to." The thug murmured, leaning back.

****

Sims drove along his patrol, feeling oddly awesome. One hand was draped over the wheel in a relaxed state, steering the car from side to side. His other hand groped the thick bulge in his tight pants. His waist and ass had grown so much that the zipper was unable to reach the top, revealing the black boxers beneath, but the belt managed to keep his pants up. Sims looked at the people on the street, surprised by how tiny and frail they all seemed. Men, women, children. He towered over them all... and he liked it that way. He didn't even need his gun to be powerful; he just was - as he should be. Chris turned the corner onto the tree lined road that ran by the school, though as he did, he slowed to a stop, spotting someone familiar.

Leaning against one of the trees was a tall giant of a man. He had to be at least seven feet tall with long blonde hair and a beard down to his nipples. The shirt he wore had no sleeves and barely fit him, exposing his furry stomach and the thick edge of a bush sticking up from the waist of his pants, pants that were seriously deformed over the thick log of cock that his pants made no effort to hide. Sims could even see veins on the cock through the fabric, it was all so tight. Sims knew somewhere in his mind that he should have been surprised, confused, shocked... but somehow he knew precisely who it was and it seemed completely natural. Sims rolled down his window and leaned out. His cobalt blue sunglasses glinted in the light, his long shaggy hair hanging down to the frames, his stubble thick enough to be a short beard.

"Hey Hall, looking good." Sims said, licking his lips slowly. Hall grinned back.

"Not looking bad yourself Sims. Wanna give me a ride?" Hall asked.

"Oh yeah, anywhere you want to go." Sims said, looking Hall over. The voice of concern was screaming in his head, but the ethics and duties in his mind were shrinking as he was growing. He was a male, he should act like it. He watched Hall cross the street and round the car, paying particular focus to his ass. The front door of the cop car opened and Hall sat down next to Sims, reaching over without permission. Christopher hissed in bliss as his package was stroked by the giant hairy hand.

"Thank you for that gift this morning." Chris moaned.

"You haven't seen anything yet. Let's find somewhere quiet... so we can make it loud." Hall said. His instincts had taken over, his need to mate, to be a man, to be around men. Christopher took a deep breath of musk and sweat filled air before he nodded, putting the car back into drive, heading off. He felt even more right. It was going to be a fantastic day.

****

Sims grunted as he was slammed against the huge cement wall by a much stronger man. Hall gazed at Sims as he pinned him to the wall, looking at the cop. Hall didn't know what had come over him. He hadn't paid much mind to sexual things before, but now he had to do more, he had to help Sims embrace his new life. He leaned in and kissed the cop forcefully. Chris shuddered, kissing back, feeling the beard embrace and caress his face. As Hall's hairs tickled and rubbed his skin, the short beard Christopher had developed started to grow longer.

Sims moaned as his mustache pushed out like a curtain descending over his lips. His chin hair curved out and down, dropping into a tuft before his cheeks fuzzed out. Hall reached up and trailed his huge fingers through Chris's hair, feeling it stretch and grow out. Sims shuddered, knowing something was different. He hadn't had that much hair since his freshman year of high school, at least on his head. He'd never had anything like the beard he was sporting. He broke the kiss and leaned back, looking at Hall with confusion, feeling the last shred of his humanity, his culture and his upbringing.

"Harold, we can't do this, something's wrong." Sims whispered.

"I'm Hall now... And I'm better than I've ever been, so are you. Don't you feel it? The power, the strength? You can achieve justice more than ever... and you are capable of so much more pleasure." Hall said before he started to bump and grind against Sims. Sims gasped, groaned and then shuddered. The feel of cock on cock, even through pants, was too much to bear. He grabbed Hall's head with growing hands and kissed him again, their beards meshing together as their tongues tangled.

The two continued to hump and grind and Sims' growth accelerated. His arms bulged, his hips widened. His belt buckle groaned before the metal pin snapped. The leather sagged, then his pants did... but they only dropped a few inches before his hips swelled too wide to let them drop. The pants were pulled tighter and tighter before the sound of tearing came from the hips. The pants split down the sides before dropping around his huge hairy feet. His underwear split out next, his hairy ass cheeks busting out... and then it happened, his eleven inch cock slapped Hall in the stomach. Hall chuckled. He thought Sims was fantastic, but he wasn't about to be the subordinate on this. He reached down and pawed at his own groin to let out his mammoth shaft.

Sims felt the hands on his shoulders turn him around before he was forced against the wall. Sims palmed the cement, gasping as his fingers thickened even more, hair growing down from his wrists to the backs of his hands. He roared in bliss as his balls swelled and his beard grew longer, his hair falling over his shoulder blades. Hall lined up his shaft with his cop friend's ass and then thrust, sliding into him. Chris drooled and moaned as he was impaled, feeling so very fulfilled. His cock let out spurts of precum as Hall started sliding back and forth, but it was far from over for both of them. The necklace still tingled on Sims' chest, causing more changes by the moment.

His shoulders stretched out, his arms lengthened, his legs thickened and hair completely covered his balls... but then came the change that was the most refinancing, the brow. Sims grunted softly as his forehead began extending, the brow thickening over his eyes. His brown eyebrows grew together and his mouth pushed forward ever so slightly while his ears rounded a bit more. Sims' mind began to fill with slightly simpler thoughts of pleasure and masculinity, but his body was full of far more testosterone. He was a male, a caveman, and very happy.

Sims thrust his ass back, taking the cock in deep, grunting. He reached down with both hands to work off his massive meat, approaching the edge. Hall groaned, feeling so wonderful. He couldn't even believe that he had ever been such a pathetic nerd, needing the help of a cop. What he was now was so much better, so much more wonderful... Hall never wanted to go back. As far as he was concerned, Harold the nerd was no more. He was Hall the caveman, and he already had a fantastic lover. Hall fucked Sims harder and deeper, tilting his hips to increase the friction, making Chris grunt and howl out as the two careened toward their orgasm. Sims was the first to arrive as his huge balls seized up and his shaft pulsed before showering the wall with seed.

Hall roared, smelling the musky, salty cream. It was all it took to send him over the face. His beard ringed mouth formed an orgasmic face as he tipped his head back and his shaft shot hot seed deep into Sims, pumping him full. Hall wrapped his muscled arms around Chris, holding the cop at his mercy, squeezing him tight. Moments passed, then minutes. Chris drooled uncontrollably as the cum leaked into him, filling his lower section full... until finally the orgasm subsided and the two stood, embraced... They were cavemen, the ultimate males... and they were damn happy about it.