Biff Meadows was having a terrible day. Not only had Jon shown up at school with a two-inch boner, but it was on Jon's bikini-wax day for biology class, giving him a chance to show off his huge erection to everybody! As he stood in line, waiting his turn to assist in the wax, then the full-body make-over, Biff absentmindedly played with his blonde ringlets, noting that Jon hadn't even had the decency to show up at school without shaving that morning. The teacher had been pleased to see that Jon was taking such good care of himself, then instructed the whole class to take an extra-close look at Jon's groin as the student was being tied down, spread eagle and naked on the waxing table.
"Waxing should only be a formality," Ms. Lickapuss had said from her perch on the wall-dildo as she directed two volunteer parent-slaves to secure Jon to the table, "A healthy boy is a shaved boy."
It hadn't ended there, either. As the class was paraded by Jon's naked body, Jon's erection seemed to strain as he watched his classmates go by. Two inches? Could it be that it was even bigger? Biff was pretty sure he'd never even heard a reliable story of a boy with anything bigger, but Jon was certainly trying for it. Biff had looked around, trying to figure out what stimuli could possibly be giving Jon such an advantage, but nothing stood out to him. Everything was just so normal! Steve and Moose had coordinated their outfits again, Moose as a police officer (looking very imposing in his knee-high boots, fishnet stockings, black skirt and vinyl top), while Steve was dressed as a robber (hoping for the tough-guy look, obviously, in his black-and-white striped mini-dress, one wrist hand-cuffed). Moose was doing his duty by using his billy-club dildo on Steve at every opportunity, forcing his friend to rub it between his breast-forms, grind against it, and even suck on it. Nothing strange there.
Sarah and the cheerleaders seemed normal too. Immensely puffy lips, huge tits, big blonde hair, all groveling at the feet of the nearest male. Nothing out of the ordinary that he could see.
Biff, himself, was the image of normalcy. His ringlets held in pigtails by pink bows. His breast-forms encased in the pink corset he'd won at the county pole-dance contest earlier that month. His pink and black panties held his own erection, one that was cultivated to what he thought was a huge 1.8 inches, but now felt tiny. Even his new heels, currently being licked by Sarah herself, were run-of-the-mill 6" platforms. Nothing weird at all!
"Oooh!" Jon had exclaimed, squirming under the hot wax, expressing what sounded like a reasonable mixture of pleasure and pain. Biff had watched jealously as strip after strip of wax was poured, then ripped from Jon's body. It didn't take long. This biology class was already into the advanced material, studying sometimes a full-year ahead of other students, so waxing was par for the course.
Ms. Lickapuss had assigned Leonard Drullers, in his trademark Supergirl outfit (sure the red heeled boots and miniskirt made him look tough, but everybody knew it was a huge nerd) to reward Jon after each strip was torn. Leonard had chosen from the rack the huge black dildo, the one that was semi-limp and had the girth of a Coke-can, to alternate between slaping Jon in the face, then dipping it in chocolate to force Jon to drink. Biff ran his pierced tongue over his own lollipop hungrily, knowing full well that it was a poor substitute. It would be weeks before he was at the front of the class, but he still wished he could get just one taste, or even a one slap.
As the last strip of wax was pulled, Ms. Lickapuss grinned from ear-to-ear. "Jon! You've done exceptional work today!" Jon mumbled a response, unheard by the class. "Not only are you giving our students an excellent show with your erection, but you took to the waxing like a professional!"
She pressed a button on the wall, which caused the straps to let go of Jon's limbs, freeing him from his bondage.
"Biff, why don't you take charge of Jon's full-body make-over," she said, causing Biff's heart to skip a beat in excitement, "and while you get ready, I think it's time for Jon to take his reward! This just arrived from the school-board. It's the latest in educational materials."
She pressed another button, and although Biff should have been busy preparing for Jon's make-over, he couldn't take his eyes off of the naked Jon. The table he had been lying on began to bend, then shape itself into a chair, with Jon sitting atop it. The contours of the seat reminded Biff of legs, while the back a torso. While the transformation was cool, a body chair was nothing out of the ordinary for their school. Was this what the teacher was talking about?
Jon began to squirm against the groin of the body chair, something that they had been taught for years. Jon was very good at it, getting straight A's, so many of the students were enraptured as they watched Jon's gyrations, his expert moves. So many were watching, in fact, that when the arms of the chair disengaged from their resting places, reached up and grabbed the naked Jon on his chest, they gasped in shock.
"Wha...?" Jon said, the steel hands cupping his pectorals aggressively. Then, "Ow! Something pricked me!"
Then Biff saw something that made him grind his teeth. If he was jealous before, he could hardly handle himself now. Breasts. Not breast-forms. Breasts. Jon began to grow breasts. Beneath the stainless steel hands of the body chair, Jon's chest expanded and expanded. Huge, bulbous breast grew, A-cup, B-cup, C-cup... bigger and bigger.
"Because Jon did such a good job today," Ms. Lickapuss continued, "he is getting to try out the new temp-a-tits. They'll only last a month, but they'll look and feel just like regular titties!"
Biff stared at Jon's chest, then turned walked to the back of the class to open the make-over prep room. Sure, Biff got to be in charge of the make-over, which was one of his favourite jobs, but watching his rival get such a leg-up was too much. Real tits? No more pretending he could feel someone sucking on his nipples? No more play-acting when a city-man shoved his penis into his cleavage? Sometimes life just wasn't fair.
