[RGREqG] The Whodunit of the Willy Widening


                                            Original Poster: Love and Powerlifting (ponepaste.org/u/lapsbin)

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                                            >The boys locker room was many things

                                            >It was a safe haven, a battleground, a place to gossip and gab and exchange new ideas, a homework auction house, a courtroom, and, sometimes, a place where one could clean themselves and use the bathroom

                                            >Good and bad things happened here, and it was almost always lively

                                            >But today, on this Wednesday afternoon, all was not well

                                            >The boys were silent

                                            >Some looked confused, some were disquiet, some were concerned or even afraid

                                            >A change had overcome them

                                            >And not just these boys; it was every boy in the school

                                            >You were Anonymous

                                            >Gym class had just ended, you had showered, and were trying to just put some new, fresh clothes on so you could go to Biology

                                            >It all should have been easily

                                            >You had been putting your own clothes on since you were four fucking years old

                                            >Your shirt fit, your socks fit, and your pants would fit once you got them on

                                            >The problem was your underwear

                                            >They were actually really nice in this weird gender bizarro world

                                            >Boys here didn't just get tighty whities or boxers

                                            >Your underwear supported your balls, and it had a sleeve-like thing for your Johnson

                                            >When you first saw the things you had been skeptical

                                            >You weren't going up to space on a rocket ship; you just needed a pair of softer, thinner pants to keep your privates comfortable

                                            >Boys underwear didn't look comfortable either, since there didn't seem to be anything stopping your cockhead from just rubbing against your blue jeans, which you imagined wouldn't feel very good, especially if you got all sweaty

                                            >But, surprisingly, you were pretty much as wrong as someone would be without immediately going to jail after

                                            >Boys' underwear here was the SHIT

                                            >It was like an angel was holding your junk in it's hands every time you put them on

                                            >There was a caveat however

                                            >These underwear, these marvels of engineering handcrafted by masterful child workers from only the best third world factories needed to fit you correctly

                                            >Too loose and they'd just fall off you, too small and your cock would be crammed and your balls wouldn't have any room to do ball-related activities

                                            >Your issue, an issue that you and all the boys in this fucking school, was simple

                                            >The underwear that you had bought, the underwear that fit you perfectly last week, the underwear that you had bought a MONTH AGO, didn't fit

                                            >It wasn't too big

                                            >Lord no, that would have been too easy to explain away

                                            >It was small

                                            >Really fucking small

                                            >Small enough that you couldn't get your dick though it's sleeve, and lord help your poor testicles

                                            >These were a special pair too

                                            >You had bought them, and got them fitted especially for you by a certain local boyish fashionista that agreed to do all your stitch-work as long as you let her grope you every once in awhile

                                            >She knew what she was doing, and there was no way that these would have shrunk in the wash that much

                                            >No way in hell

                                            >You had been trying for the past ten minutes to get these underwear on, becoming more and more frustrated before, with an angry shout, you just threw them into your duffel bag

                                            >Some of the boys jumped at the outburst, others looked at you in understanding and pity as you angrily put on some sweat pants and sat on the bench in front of you

                                            >They would have been jeans, but after last week you weren't going through that shit again...

                                            "What the hell is going on, fellas?!" you demanded to no one in particular. "We all can't be going through puberty a second time!"

                                            >From beside you, Big Mac frowned

                                            >"I-ah had ta go shoppin' last night," he said. "If'n this keeps up double xl ain't gonna cut it soon."

                                            >"I don't like how my penis hangs down now," Caramel said, looking down at his groin. "It was so cute before, and now it's just... ugh!"

                                            >You turned toward him

                                            "These aren't penises, bud. None of us got penises. We got goddamn hogs now; cocks, dongs, monsters! If we get boners and turn around everyone in the room is getting hit. We got those anime wieners, shit that horny girls draw or jill off too, and I'd really like to know why!"

                                            >All of the boys in the locker room murmured in agreement

                                            >Honestly, it had been all fun and games at first

                                            >You dick was just getting bigger for no reason; it was a guy's dream

                                            >It was great until you were eleven inches with a dick thicker than one of those glass ketchup bottles

                                            >It was hard to find pants that fit you now, and walking around was a son of a bitch

                                            >Lord help you if you tried running

                                            >And it was only getting bigger

                                            >You weren't the one that had it the worst either

                                            >Some boys needed to shopping every week to get new clothes now

                                            >Poor Sandalwood's parents had taken him to the doctors thinking that he had a tumor

                                            >You might have thought the same, that there was something medically wrong with you, if not for the one hundred other boys in this school going through the same thing

                                            >Flash stepped into the center of the room

                                            >It had managed to get his clothes on, but you could see a visible bulge in his pants

                                            >Another week or two the boy would be ripping through those suckers

                                            >"Come on everyone, let's think. Why would something like this happen?"

                                            >There was some more murmuring as you all looked at each other

                                            >Some boys threw out theories, but most were just complaining

                                            >Flash walked around in a circle, brow furrowed

                                            >"Alright, we know that it's happening to all of us, but not the teachers right?"

                                            >"Yeah," Thunderlane said. "Mr. Cranky and Mr. Discord seemed perfectly fine."

                                            "So it's just happening to the students," you said.

                                            >"It could have something to do with magic?" Caramel suggested

                                            >You all soured

                                            >Fucking magic...

                                            >"You're probably right, Cal," Flash said. "Has a new girl come to school recently? Maybe there's a new janitor, or something sitting on a teacher's desk?"

                                            >"Has anyone done anything different the last couple or weeks?" Davenport asked. "Anything? Even something small might be it?"

                                            >You heard the bell for the next class ring, but you all ignored it

                                            >There was no gym for the rest of the day, and being written up would be worth it if you all could figure out what was going on

                                            >So you all talked, trying to think things through

                                            >It must be something to do with magic; it had to be

                                            >If it were magic someone would need to use it somehow you all were pretty sure

                                            >None of you were wizards, but from what you had seen of it there had to be a caster, or a tool, or something like that

                                            >Sure, some boys had tried to figure out what was going on

                                            >For the last week or so, you had been snooping around for some magical girl yourself, but no longer

                                            >The boys of Canterlot High School would now work as one

                                            >You were all mad as hell, and you weren't going to take it anymore!


                                            ~_~_~_~_~_~


                                            >Be Rarity

                                            >It was an hour or so after school

                                            >You had just finished all your homework, and your muse had just struck, meaning you were downstairs in the little space that you had carved out for yourself

                                            >As it now it was simple; a small desk, a sewing machine, needles, threads, and all of the fabric and thread that you could get your hands on

                                            >Intimate and practical, but far too small for a creator such as yourself

                                            >After graduation--only a few months away thank the goddess--there was a small building that you had your eye on acquiring

                                            >There you'd have a fine boutique

                                            >If things went well, and you sure hoped they did, that boutique would turn into so much more

                                            >You could almost see it

                                            >Rarity: THE designer

                                            >The one that everyone that was anyone would go to for a dress or a suit

                                            >And. It. WOULD. Be. MARVELOUS!

                                            >A giggle escaped your lips as you frantically drew a new design

                                            >A lovely summer dress

                                            >As of that moment, it looked like any dress one could buy at a retail store, but you had some ideas about material and stitching that really would turn it into something into a league of its own

                                            >And then, as so often happens when an artist is dancing with her muse, there was a distraction

                                            >"--Thanks a bunch, Mrs. Crumbles. I'll go down myself. There's no need to lead me down there."

                                            >The door to the basement opened

                                            >It was quiet, you had to admit, much quieter than what your mother or sister would do, but it was loud enough to send your muse back to the heavens from whence it came

                                            >Frowning, you placed your pencil down onto your desk with a little more force than was necessary, turning toward the stairs

                                            >The bane to your creativity came down the steps slowly, barely making them creak

                                            >It was obvious that whoever it was were trying their hardest not to disturb you

                                            >They had even so, and you weren't very happy, but to see this effort tempered some of that rage

                                            >They eventually came to the bottom of the stairs, poking their head around into the room

                                            >It was Anonymous: your neighbor and first male customer

                                            >He was the one that had started coming to you for modifications and clothing when most boys just thought you wanted to molest them

                                            >While it was true that you wouldn't mind letting your hands explore a cute boy's masculine form, you were a professional first and foremost

                                            >It was largely due to Anon that the other boys at school softened their attitudes toward you, and while most still went to a seamster if they needed anything done, there were still a few boys that came to you if they needed anything

                                            >Anon was, admittedly, a very strange boy, but you would always be grateful for what he did, and what he continued to do

                                            >Whenever you had an idea for a piece of clothing for a man, you'd bring him into the fold to see what he thought of it

                                            >He was no manly man like Sweet Pea or Caramel--more of a Janeboy really--but he had a surprisingly good eye for fashion, and he was extremely blunt with his feedback, which, while not always wanted, was much, much needed

                                            >That, and not only did he allow you to touch, poke, and prod him, but he let you do so much more

                                            >Your friends teased you, but that boy was your first, and you his

                                            >When you did officially begin your rising star in the world of fashion, you would have him with you, hand in hand, Goddess willing

                                            >As a partner in crime at first, but maybe as something more...?

                                            >Seeing you, he smiled

                                            >"Hey Rare. I didn't interrupt anything did I?"

                                            >You sighed, smiling back

                                            "Oh, nothing that I can't come back to," you said. "Now, how may I help you dear?"

                                            >Anon made his way into the room as you stood up

                                            >"If you got a minute I'd actually like to get my measurement taken for something."

                                            >Your smile quickly turned into a frown

                                            "A measurement? If you needed a measurement you should have just asked me. You know I have all of your--"

                                            >"If it's not a lot of trouble, I'll still like the new measurement please," Anon interrupted, still smiling. "I'm pretty sure it's changed recently."

                                            >It was hard not to roll your eyes

                                            >You had done a full measurement of his entire body not two months ago

                                            >There was no way that anything had changed THAT drastically

                                            >Someone must have made fun of his weight or some other such nonsense

                                            >Janeboy or not, a boy was still a boy it seemed

                                            >Still, you had a hard time saying no to that smiling face, so you made your way over to where your measuring tape sat

                                            "I would be happy to, darling," you said, reaching for it and turning back toward it. "Now, what you would you li--eheheh..."

                                            >Anon's pants were down, and he didn't seem to be wearing any undergarments

                                            >His smile was gone, replaced with a steely-eyed expression that told you you were in very great danger

                                            >Your eyes went from his face to his groin

                                            >That was not the penis that you had grown familiar with

                                            >Even soft as it was, it was massive, cartoonishly so

                                            >Nearly eleven inches from a glance, and far thicker than any normal girl would be able to take

                                            >Again, that was SOFT

                                            >That, and the testicles the size of eggs looked more fit to be on some lumbering beast, not your sweet Anonymous

                                            >It must have...

                                            >Oh no...

                                            >She DIDN'T...

                                            >Anon's eyes narrowed

                                            >"Rarity, do you see a problem anywhere?" he asked, tone sickeningly sweet

                                            "I, Um, I, well, I, I, I..." you rambled, taking a step back

                                            >Pants around his ankles, Anon closed the distance between the two of you

                                            >"I think we both know what the problem is," he continued. "My dick's so goddamn big that it may as well have an elbow in it, and it won't stop growing."

                                            >"W-Well, I've heard that sometimes boys really come into their own right before finishing school," you said, unfortunately backing yourself into a corner. "Something to do with your hormones I'm sure. Nothing to worry--"

                                            >Anon got so close to your that your noses were touching

                                            >You could feel his massive manhood touching your lower stomach

                                            >"Why is my dick so big, Rare?"

                                            "I would have n-no idea, A--"

                                            >"If you don't, then you probably know who would. Tell me."

                                            >You loved your noir novels and shows

                                            >You knew how a detective would try to break a perp

                                            >Anon would never be the sort to try to out think a criminal into telling him what he wanted, or using his boyish charms

                                            >Eyes narrowing down to slits, he leaned toward your ear

                                            >"You give me a something, or I'm giving you this thing," he said, thrusting his hips. "It's going right up your big, marshmallow butt. I'll go dry too, I don't even care that your folks are upstairs either."

                                            >He was serious

                                            >You were no coward, but you could tell Anon was serious

                                            >While you took sisters before misters very seriously, and you were no coward, if you took that thing when it was hard--if it could even get fully hard-- it would be disastrous

                                            >Never mind it destroying your colon; it would be in your stomach

                                            >If you did survive, you'd never be able to walk or sit properly again, and Goddess above you didn't even want to THINK about how pooping would be

                                            >You hesitated

                                            >To your pride as a woman, you still thought about keeping your mouth shut, even at great risk

                                            >Pride only went so far though, especially in circumstances which as these

                                            "There is no need to threaten, dear. I would be... willing to tell you what I know; a rumor that has been going around the school for the last few weeks. You didn't hear this from me though..."


                                            ~_~_~_~_~_~_~


                                            >Be Fluttershy

                                            >Today had been going pretty wonderfully

                                            >You had gotten a good sleep, your dad had made you your favorite breakfast, you hadn't seen or heard your brother, and your mom had said that she would help you set up some bird houses in your backyard this weekend

                                            >Then, when you didn't think things could get any better, Caramel had come up to you during study hall

                                            >One of the cutest boys in the school had come up to you

                                            >You

                                            >AND he wanted to talk about anime!

                                            >ANIME

                                            >You weren't good with boys, or anyone really, but he didn't seem to think that you were weird

                                            >He just laughed, or smiled, or touched your shoulder

                                            >Did you almost cum when you felt his soft delicate hand on your shoulder?

                                            >Maybe a little

                                            >"--And the big robot was her father? That's... neat."

                                            >You nodded, a smile on your face

                                            "Oh yes, it might be one of the greatest twists in all of story telling," you said. "That, along with the music during the scene was just so amazing..."

                                            >You sighed to yourself, looking right into Caramel's pretty blue eyes

                                            >The girls really weren't going to believe this...

                                            "I'll have to give you the DVD set of the series to watch. I have an extra burned copy somewhere at my house."

                                            >"I'd like that, Flutters," he said, leaning toward you. "Thank you."

                                            >You felt yourself blushing

                                            >This was almost like one of those harem manga that you totally didn't read

                                            >Hopefully the next guy that showed interest in you would be a tanned childhood janegirl with extra sharp canines and a scar across his nose that was actually secretly a manly man that hadn't even kiss a girl before

                                            >Sure, you didn't know any tanned janegirls, but hopefully that wouldn't muck things up

                                            >Caramel clicked his tongue, bringing you back to the land of the living

                                            >"You know, you're a really nice girl, Fluttershy," he said, while you desperately tried not to share at his chest. "We really should hang out sometime."

                                            "I-I'd like that," you replied

                                            >Caramel's smile widened

                                            >"Great. You know, even though some of the other boys think you're a dork, you really are pretty interesting. How many girls can say that they saved the world, or had magic powers?"

                                            >Your chest puffed up a bit at the praise

                                            "Oh, I don't know about that..."

                                            >"Don't short yourself," Caramel said, playfully punching your arm--an arm you'd never wash again if you could help it. "You're a hero. I bet you and your friends get up to all sort of things with your magic powers too."

                                            >He batted his eyelashes at you

                                            >"I'd love to hear some stories~ If you want to that is."

                                            >O-Oh golly...

                                            >Now this was TOTALLY like one of those harem manga!

                                            >You really hoped he called you a b-baka when he tripped and accidentally pressed your face into his balls

                                            "W-Well, I think I have a few stories..."


                                            ~_~_~_~_~


                                            >A few days passed

                                            >This was a military operation, with a lot of planning and forethought

                                            >You all struck hard and fast

                                            >Everyone that could have had any information was interrogated

                                            >Some did it so smoothly and elegantly that the girls barely knew they were being questioned, others, like yourself, just threatened, coerced, or straight up tricked them

                                            >Big Mac and some of the guys had actually tied up Gilda, hung her upside down, and dunked her into the janitors dirty mop water until she spilled the beans, and even when she did they gave her a few more dunks for being such a mean cunt

                                            >Based Big Mac

                                            >None of you were messing around

                                            >No playing coy; you all got down and dirty, rolling up the sleeves and getting to work

                                            >While a lot of girls were questioned, not many of them knew anything

                                            >Sure, some knew that you all were "growing", and were enjoying it, if the eye-fucking and "stealthy" picture taking was any indication, but there wasn't much more than that

                                            >Those that did know something were usually hard to crack, but they were cracked all the same

                                            >You got bits and pieces

                                            >Pieces to a puzzle that slowly began to come together

                                            >What was going on was definitely magic-based

                                            >It was supposed to be slow and subtle, stopping right before you all would have gotten suspicious, but someone knew what they liked and couldn't help themselves

                                            >And then, you got a true breakthrough

                                            >Granny Smith, the head lunch lady, had been struggling a bit lately

                                            >Some of the other lunch ladies had retired recently, meaning that the Apple was basically by herself

                                            >The school, not wanting to pay for more lunch ladies, had come up with a unique solution

                                            >Have some of the students help her for "extracurricular experience that one could put on a college resume"

                                            >This wouldn't have been unusual in itself, the school was always trying weird and dumb things to save a buck, but the girls that volunteered were eyebrow raising

                                            >Twilight Sparkle, the resident super nerd, and Sunset Shimmer, the other resident super nerd

                                            >Both were weirdos that had not only tried to destroy the school but the whole world

                                            >Most of you kept a wide berth from them if you could help it

                                            >Both were magical girls

                                            >One had been a unicorn at one point

                                            >If there was anyone in the school that would have known what was going on it was them

                                            >Your suspicions were confirmed when both girls suddenly disappeared

                                            >None of you could pin them down

                                            >They'd be in their classes, then they'd be gone before you could corner them

                                            >Then, when you all started to increase the pressure, both started calling in sick

                                            >The school's receptionist said that they had a bug, and that the principal was okay with them doing online classes until they felt better

                                            >Bullshit if you ever heard it

                                            >They probably thought that they were safe

                                            >They were wrong

                                            >Both of them hadn't gotten away from you; not really

                                            >The hunt just got a bit more interesting is all