"Bushell," cried Ms Grand, the gym teacher. Her voice was naturally high pitched, but when she yelled it ascended to an alarming screech, like a parrot. She was yelling now, and she was yelling at me, Steve Bushell. "Get your sorry... behind over here at once!"
Behind? I couldn't help but smirk. Ms Grand, for all her rage, never ever said a dirty word. Not crap, not damn, not even really lame stuff like ass. Swear words were right out. I looked up at her and slowed down to a walking pace with thirty feet yet to go. That oughta piss her off. Ms Grand was tall but very skinny, but wore a blue tracksuit to hide her unthreatening build. Probably got that idea from a teacher training course. She was very young-looking for her age, which I guessed was about thirty. Her distaste of dirty words made her seem even younger.
Right now, she looked angry. She was angry because I had come last in the 100m sprint again, but I was long past caring. She sent the rest of the class to do a lap round the field.
"Bushell, I'm waiting," she squawked.
I kept my slow pace and glanced to my right and saw cheerleaders practising across the sports field. Lucy was there. I frowned. When did she join that vapid clique?? I can't believe all that she gave me... and then she has the front to date Harris?? Christ, the guy looks like a pedophile. And then she goes and starts a rumour about my dick! My dick!! What's my dick ever done to her?! Except given her pleasure? She should have the decency to leave my dick out of this. So now she's jumping Harris London, that bastard. I bet he's got a dick like a walnut. I hope they both get crabs, or herpes, or an unwanted pregnancy, or-
"Mr Bushell! We don't have all day!"
I looked up and saw I'd covered the last twenty feet quicker than I thought.
"Mr Bushell," she said again, a little less macaw and a little more sparrow than before, "I can't help but notice your not putting your effort into running today."
"No, sorry."
"What's the matter?" she looked me in the eyes, trying to be kind. It was like an owl trying to convince a lemming it meant it no harm.
I averted her gaze. "It's... personal, Ms Grand."
"Oh, come on, Steve! You can tell me..." her voice trailed off, unexpectedly.
I looked back at her, she was blushing. Her cheeks were as red as a robin's chest. She wasn't looking at my face. Her gaze was fixed ower down. I looked down, but couldn't see anything unusual.
"Ms Grand?" I asked.
"Your... er..."
I looked down myself and suddenly I saw it. I gasped in disbelief. My shorts ran down to my mid thight, and there it was, peeking out from the bottom of them. Funny, I hadn't noticed how tight my boxer shorts were feeling until now...
"Bushell!! Your... your... winkie!"
It was huge!! It must have been 8 inches long, at least, and it was only floppy right now!
"How could you!" Her voise was a harsh whisper now. She obviously wanted as little attention as I did. "Showing your.... little guy... to me??!"
"It was an accident, Ms Grand! I swear, I didn't know!!"
"Well... I should hope so! Yes!! Indeed!!!" Her voice leaped in pitch again. She caught it and added quietly, "I think, from now on, you should wear tracksuit trousers, Mr Bushell. Do you have any?"
"Not today, Ms Grand."
"Well then, go back to the changing room. Your class is over for today."
"Thank you Ms Grand."
"That's okay, Steve," she said. Her face was still glowing. I bet mine was too. I walked briskly off the field before the first of my class came back from their lap. As embaressing as that was, I couldn't help but smirk.
In the changing rooms, I threw off my clothes and went into the showers. Then I looked down, and forgot all about washing. It was unbelievable! I had a huge, flaccid 9" cock between my legs! It felt so heavy, and it pulled a little painfully on my groin muscles. Then I noticed that my balls were bigger too, each one the size of a small orange now. Quite a handful! What on earth happened? A growth spurt? 6" in under an hour? Couldn't be. Maybe it's something I ate?
