年轻教师完全瘫软，躺在布伦特的少年身躯下像个布偶，四肢无力，呼吸缓慢而浅。布伦特欣赏男人结实的背与臀，肌肉线条分明，皮肤光滑，精液从两人连接处渗出，流到地板，形成一片白色的水渍，他的鸡巴仍硬挺埋在裡面，彷彿不愿分离。

他的脑海立刻闪回派对之夜，荷西骑着他的鸡巴，随后被吸收，那种熟悉的温暖和光芒开始在他身体内部升起，如同一颗微小的太阳。他的鸡巴脉动回应，布伦特咬唇，既期待又恐惧，心脏在胸腔中狂跳。在他脑海中，荷西缓慢融入他，肌肉发光增长，那画面同时令人恐惧和着迷，如同一场美丽的噩梦。那股温暖与自信再次充满胸膛，布伦特伸手轻握昏迷教师的肩膀，感到一种奇异的联繫，如同两人已经不再是分离的个体。他的手臂环住精瘦的肩膀，缓慢而确定地拉进熊抱，感受那温暖的身体贴近自己。“我的……”他低吼，声音中带着原始的佔有慾。

教师在他身下微弱扭动，呼吸沉重，带着少年的麝香气息，彷彿已经被标记为他的所有物。被少年的精液与费洛蒙醉倒让他头晕目眩，意识模煳，只能感受到那巨大的鸡巴仍埋在体内，散发着热量。布伦特喘息，前顶臀部，后拉手臂，呻吟，感到身体发热发光，如同体内有一颗恆星在燃烧。他快速瞥向门口，确认仍关闭无人，那厚重的木门成为他们秘密的守护者。他的目光扫向时钟，还有二十分钟才下课，足够时间完成这神秘的仪式。

他感到越来越多教师融入他，每一次脉动，每一次心跳，都将更多的教师吸入自己的身体，腹中的温暖与自信更强，如同饮下液态的力量。“这感觉太爽了，”他在脑中喘息，身体因快感而颤抖。“为什麽要停？如果是我……唔……其他傢伙不会在乎我。他们从来不在乎我，只有现在，只有我强大了，他们才会注意到我。”他低吼，将年长男性更深塞进自己，随着快感辐射全身，越来越自信，感到一种前所未有的力量。

年轻掠夺者喘息低吼，俯身对象，脚趾蜷曲，教师的胸膛与他融合，那种结合的感觉如同两颗星体的碰撞，释放出无限的能量。他感到对方仍在无意识挣扎，那微弱的反抗只是徒劳，让他咆哮更紧挤压，彷彿要将对方揉入自己的血肉。他握住教师的细腰，拉近，双手沿肌肉滑动，感受那温暖的皮肤逐渐变得透明，融入他的体内。“哦，操，对……”布伦特嘶声，龇牙，空虚感逐渐被填满，如同一个缺失的拼图被找回。“进去吧，”他轻声低吼，在地上扭动，感到自己逐渐变重，彷彿吸收了另一个人的质量和重量。“好男孩……”

越多的教师融入他，布伦特越不在乎后果，那种道德困境和罪恶感被纯粹的快感所淹没。快感令人震惊，感觉如此正确，如此自然，彷彿这是他生来就应该做的事。派对解锁了某种……辉煌的东西，某种隐藏在他体内的潜力，将自己奉献给他的身体，让他更好，更强大，更完整。现在，这好色的代课教师也一样，布伦特微笑，身体充满这些感觉的温暖，如同浸泡在温泉中。他是掠夺者，他爱这感觉，这种力量和控制的感觉，彷彿世界都在他脚下。

“你想要我的屌……现在你成为它的一部分，”少年喘息，声音低沉而沙哑，慾望驱动每块肌肉，将年长男性推得更深入自己的存在，直到两人的界限模煳，不再分离。

随着时间流逝，越来越多的教师被少年发光的身体吸收，那光芒温暖而柔和，如同日落时的余晖。布伦特翻身让重力接管，感受教师的重量压在自己身上，然后逐渐消失，如同冰在阳光下融化。他抚摸硬挺的鸡巴，喘息于吸收肌肉与抚摸敏感肉体的双重快感，那种感觉难以形容，如同同时体验一千种愉悦。最终，教师完全消失，被布伦特的饥渴身体吞噬，如同从未存在过一般。他呻吟，站起，走到教师的椅子，靠在皮椅上，感受那冰凉的触感，与体内燃烧的热量形成鲜明对比。“太……爽了……”他喘息，声音因满足而颤抖。

布伦特继续自慰，儘管刚刚射过，射精的衝动再次升起，如同体内有一座永不枯竭的泉源。体内的教师被压缩，缓慢被掠夺者的身体消化，转化为更多的肌肉和力量。他抚摸自己，感到高潮升起，胸膛的辉光扩散全身，如同一场美丽的风暴。他的鸡巴在他手中愤怒脉动，随着心跳与睾丸的节奏膨胀，变得更长更粗，彷彿要撑破皮肤。

他看着鸡巴沿着精瘦的腹部上升，如同一条蟒蛇觉醒，他的手勉强握住汽水罐粗的围度，指尖几乎无法碰触。粗大顶端升到胸肌间，布伦特在鸡巴延长加粗的感觉中扭动呻吟，那种变化既痛苦又愉悦，当同样的醉人温暖从鸡巴扩散到全身时，几乎喊出，声音在最后一刻被咬住的嘴唇堵住。

腹部勐烈收缩，肌肉增长，如同有人从内部凋琢他的身体，皮肤下增加质量。结实的胸膛变厚，轻轻向外扩张，胸肌从躯干突出近一英寸，结实宽阔，线条分明，每一块都如同精心凋琢的艺术品。布伦特几乎痛苦地紧握鸡巴，手臂略微延长，肌肉纤维膨胀，二头肌和三头肌更加突出，血管在皮肤下清晰可见，如同一条条河流。他靠后，伸展腿部，股四头肌和其他腿部肌肉膨胀，增加质量，如同被注入了液态力量。

年轻高三学生在座位上扭动，变化持续，吸收的质量成为他的新肌肉与尺寸，如同一场美丽的变形。他感到身体脉动增长，每一次心跳都带来新的变化，每一寸皮肤都在重塑，成为更好的版本。布伦特喘息弓背，沉浸于快感与增长的衝击，不在乎是否有人进来，全身心投入这神奇的过程，如同一场奇妙的重生。他的身体缓慢稳定扩张，肌肉变得更加紧实，线条更加分明，如同一座活的凋塑。

最终，温暖从四肢消失，回到鸡巴，汇聚成一股强大的能量，恰好从膨胀的鸡巴喷出浓稠的白色少年精液，如同火山爆发。布伦特咬住手，忍住嚎叫，身体因极度快感而抽搐，精液喷满面前的桌子，排出未被吸收的教师残留，直到桌子几乎被他的精液覆盖，白色的液体在阳光下闪闪发光，如同珍珠般美丽。

喘息，少年瘫回椅子，身体因释放而轻盈，粗大鸡巴拍打腹部，发出湿润的啪声，洩露教师的最后残留，几滴精液从顶端滴落，落在大腿上，带来凉意。他缓慢挣扎起身，腿因虚弱而颤抖，找裤子，却发现无法装下膨胀的下体，牛仔裤的裆部太小，无法容纳他新增的尺寸。他的睾丸低垂沉重，像两颗橙子大小，他勉强一手握住一个，感受那重量和热度，如同握住生命的源泉。

布伦特叹气，环顾空教室，看到牆上挂钩上的教师外套，那件深色外套看起来足够大，能遮住他的下体。他走过去，脚步仍有些不稳，拿下外套，系在腰间，尽力裹住腰部，遮住硬挺的鸡巴和沉重的睾丸。然后他拉上不合身的T恤，布料紧绷在新增的肌肉上，几乎要撑破，勾勒出胸肌和腹肌的完美线条。他快速检查时间，确认无人接近门，用教师的Polo衫擦拭桌上黏稠的精液，那布料很快被浸湿，散发着浓郁的麝香气息。桌子黏湿，但勉强擦乾，希望其他人来时已乾，不会发现这裡发生过什麽。

裹着教师的外套，布伦特蹒跚到门口，探头看空荡的走廊，确认无人，他迅速安静地跑到置物柜，抓出运动包，走向最近的浴室，关门，金属门锁发出清脆的“咔嗒”声，为他提供一个安全的避风港。

进去后，他将沾满精液的衬衫扔进垃圾桶，脱下紧身牛仔裤和外套一併丢弃，隐藏教师消失的证据。所有物证都被密封在垃圾袋中，埋在垃圾桶底部，不太可能被发现。他拿出运动服----讽刺的是之前稍大----停下来欣赏镜中的自己，如同与一个久别的朋友重逢。

今早，镜中是个肌肉勉强可见的瘦弱少年，不起眼，容易被忽视，如同校园中的千万面孔之一。现在，一个健美的运动员对他微笑，肌肉线条分明，体格匀称，如同希腊凋塑般完美。他抚摸新强化的身形，手指滑过结实的腹部，感受那坚硬的触感，六块腹肌清晰可见，肌肉在他的触碰下微微收缩。胸肌饱满结实，轻轻凸起，不夸张但明显，随着呼吸起伏。他也更高了，至少比之前高几英寸，增添了新的运动员外貌，身高近六英尺，肩膀宽阔，腰部紧实，呈现完美的倒三角形。

他的手下探，托起膨胀的肉棒，那巨屌沉重而热，散发着一种原始的力量。鸡巴现在约与他前臂同长，足有一英尺，堪比马匹，顶端饱满而泛着紫红色的光泽，一条粗大的血管从根部延伸到顶端，随着心跳脉动。去年平凡的少年已逝，取而代之的是镜中微笑的年轻掠夺勐男，肌肉健美，充满自信，眼中闪烁着掠食者的光芒。“这就是现在的我，”布伦特低吼，声音低沉而有力，对自己闪耀白牙的微笑。“我喜欢新的我。”

他穿上运动服，轻笑运动短裤仍凸显下体，那明显的隆起对任何人都无法隐藏，即使鸡巴最终软化，在布料下仍形成一个令人印象深刻的包。他的衬衫紧绷，但不过分，展现肌肉躯干的形状，如同为他量身订做的盔甲。“今晚得去买新衣服，”他心想，“不然会把所有裤子都撑破。”

最后一次透过短裤抚摸自己，布伦特再次检查镜子，确认自己的新外貌，欣赏那健美的身躯和自信的姿态。他想像下次体育课穿这些时的目光，同学们惊讶的表情，女孩们钦羡的眼神，男孩们嫉妒的凝视……或许再找个对象，他带着掠夺者的微笑想，内心的飢饿感仍未完全满足。“也许那个啦啦队长会愿意帮我‘解决’一下……”对倒影飞吻，这肌肉勐男熘出浴室，走向大门，决定翘课回家。

毕竟……他还有留校察看，对吧？谁知道发生了什麽？

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以下为原稿

A FEW DAYS LATER

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty as Brent lifted his shirt and stared at himself in the mirror.

Looking at his reflection, the senior's gaze took in his altered appearance, tracing over the lines of lean but toned muscle under his lightly tanned skin. His chest was slightly more pronounced and noticeable, as was his abdomen. If he looked close enough, he could see the outline of his abdominal muscles, and it gave him a slight trill of excitement. Dropping his shirt back down, Brent curled one of his arms up towards his reflection, admiring the bulge of muscle that had never been there before. Instead of a lanky, average looking teen in the mirror, he saw a more athletic, fit looking man.

His eyes dipped lower, passing over the noticeably larger bulge in the front of his jeans, and he grinned to himself, biting his lip slightly. He had already spied a few second glances his way from a few other students, directed below the belt. It was hard not to take a longer look at his newly 'improved' body, especially now that his pants tended to be just a size too small, his package more nicely framed and accentuated below the fabric. To be fair, Brent couldn't stop checking out himself down there every chance he got, still in slight disbelief it had all actually happened.

It had been the better part of a week since the house party across town, and rumors of a guy from another school going missing after said party had trickled into Brent's high school. At first, his moral conscience had wanted him to tell someone...anyone...about what had happened. But as he admired himself in the bathroom mirror the next morning, he couldn't help but wonder....who would believe him? More over, what exactly would they do to him; lock him up? No...the more the senior thought about it, the more he knew it was best to just keep his mouth shut.

"Besides," he thought, turning to examine his reflection a bit more. "I kinda like the new me..."

The bell rang once more, and Brent swore under his breath as he grabbed his bag and darted out of the bathroom and down the hall. The corridors were empty and he cursed himself as he sped towards his next class, slinking in and making his way to the back. He had just about made it to his desk, where a loud cough emanated from the front of the room. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Jacobs," the rather stern looking teacher behind the desk growled. "Take your seat."

Nodding and keeping his head down, the young man slipped into his desk and kept quiet. The teacher then turned to the board and began her lesson, but her words were like background noise, as Brent propped his arm up and stared blankly at the board.

It was hard to focus on her lesson, as like pretty much this entire week, his mind was filled with both the memory of the party. He shuffled in his seat as a gentle warmth trickled into his groin, remembering the sensations of being inside the handsome Jose before he....er, went away. His friends had asked him about it, naturally, since they had all ditched, but Brent just shrugged and told them he had gone home after an hour. He never told them he had gotten laid - or the other thing - instead preferring to keep his new secrets to himself, enjoying the little rush he got from them. After all...not like he had planned it, right?

His hand dripped down to idly rub over the bulge in his jeans, feeling the newly increased weight of his package as it struggled to fit inside the fabric of his pants and boxers. Admittedly, the feeling of him stretching out the front of his pants did give him a little thrill, as well as a bit of stimulation throughout the day. Still, he reasoned, might be best to go shopping sooner rather than later.

A thunk! brought him out of his stupor, as a large ruler slapped against his desk he jerked back upright, only to see his teacher standing before his desk looking cross. "Mr, Jacobs!" she growled. "Is it too much to ask a young man to pay attention when he is being spoken to?"

"I...er..." Brent stammered.

"I do not appreciate being ignored in my own class, especially after you decided to show up late to begin with," the woman snarled, smacking his desk again. He saw that in her hand was a slip of paper, and his heart sank. "Detention, now," she said, stalking back to the front of the class. Brent hung his head timidly, taking the slip of paper as well as his belongings and slunk out of class, feeling the eyes of everyone else upon him.

Detention was held in one of the farther classrooms in the school, and Brent sighed as he pushed open the door to look inside. The old classroom was empty, save for a young substitute teacher at the front of the room, going over a stack of paperwork. The sub looked up as Brent shuffled over and handed him the paper, letting out a tsk as he read over it. "I see," the man churred. "Well, take a seat. You can either work on homework if you have it, or I can give you a worksheet," he said, pointing to the nearest desk by the front.

Brent nodded and sunk into the indicated desk, slouching as he sighed. Part of him wanted to admonish himself for getting into trouble like this, but the other part of his brain shrugged it off. "Well, how can I not be absorbed in...I mean....focused on what happened?" He wondered, idly picking at the peeling paint of the desk. His groin gave an almost sympathetic twinge, making him shuffle a bit in his seat as he adjusted himself in his ill-fitting pants, unknowingly getting the attention of the sub.

The college-aged sub looked up from his paper as the teen squirmed in his seat, and he inhaled to say something, when his gaze caught the sight under Brent's desk. The young teacher's mouth closed as he saw the rather noticeable bulge in the teen's jeans, blushing as he saw the teen adjust himself almost casually. Admittedly, the sight surprised him a bit; it was unlike a teen to have a bulge like that, and the sub couldn't help but steal a few more glances at it. His eyes flicked up to the teen's face, but the boy was off in space again, unaware. The sub's gaze dropped again and he bit his lip softly, shuffling in his chair as his own arousal stirred.

One thing about working in a high school with his tastes; it was hard to ignore all the young studs parading around, dealing with hormones, puberty and the like. He had been there fairly recently himself after all, and made sure to offer his help - discreetly of course - to a few of the jocks over the semester. He prided himself on his youthful good looks and his fit body; he dressed regularly in tight polo shirts to show off his firm muscles, making it fairly easy to pick up any of the horny atheletes that were ripe for the picking. The sub subtly looked over at the cute teen twink once more, admiring the lean build and the almost out-of-place shape in his jeans. Reaching down under his own desk, he carefully adjusted himself through his slacks, starting to piece together just why this young teen was so...distracted in class.

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