Guest Post: Surston Hall

by Anon

Surston Hall Boys Academy had a knack for football. Rain or shine, night or day, the Surston Blue Devils always blew away the competition. It even had a way of bringing out the "best" in it's students. Matt had applied early action to Surston Hall, and got accepted with a full ride scholarship; showing the highest test scores the school had ever seen. The only problem was this: Surston Hall was all the way in Vermont, and poor Matt was worried about leaving his family all the way in Oklahoma. But there was something about Surston Hall that peaked his attention: their sports teams.

When his plane landed in Burlington, Matt was greeted with a private chauffeur and towncar. It took a staggering 2 hours to get to the campus of Surston Hall, just outside the city of St. Johnsbury. When Matt looked out the window, he was amazed by what he saw.

The school was gigantic. Towers and spires, gables and lawns... It was an incredible sight. There was one foreboding aspect of the school: all the students were hot. It seemed as if every sport on earth had a club, and they were all practicing at once. Sexy soccer guys, football jocks, smokin' basketballers, and hot lax bros littered the grounds around the dorms. When Matt pulled up, a huge sense of isolation set in. Matt wasn't by any means unattractive, but he definitely was not the type of guy that would fit in at Surston Hall. He wore only black, he gauged his ears, dyed his hair... It just was a different lifestyle.

The towncar pulled away and ran off into oblivion, and Matt stood on the sidewalk with his bags, not knowing what to do with himself. Pressing through, he gathered all his strength and checked into the school. Walking into the atrium of the main administrative building was like walking into a different time. Giant gothic arches and wrought iron chandeliers gave the main hall a very ominous air. Behind a small, dimly lit desk was a very old woman typing away at a laptop. She looked up somberly, and asked for Matt's papers. He handed them over to the old woman and waited for her to say "Welcome!" or "Nice to meet you!" But, alas, nothing came. She handed him a blue manila folder, with the school emblem on it, and shoo'ed him away with her hands.

Walking away, he opened the folder and found he got the single room he requested. He was to be in the football dorm, Barnstable Hall. When he got there, he wasn't surprised to find an overwhelming scent of musk. Sweat, cum, and beer smells permeated the air. Furniture, red solo cups, and clothes littered the halls, and many strange colored stains adorned the walls. This was about the worst possible outcome for OCD Matt, who began to tidy up the hall almost as soon as he witnessed it! Just as he was picking up some particularly smelly cleats, their less than amused owner opened his door.

"Uh, what are you doing?" he asked, his arm behind his head, framing the doorway.

"Oh, god. I just was trying to clean up a little, are these yours?" Matt held up the size 12 Nike cleats and handed them to the guy. He couldn't tell if it was just the hallway or if it was solely this guy that had so much smell about him; his pits seemed to have wafted the scent to Matt, and smacked him in the face.

"Yeah, they are. Don't try and pick up around here, okay? It's fine the way it is." the guy looked him up and down and bit his lip. "So you're the new kid, huh?"

"Yeah," said Matt, "I'm Matt Rodgers. I just transferred here from Oklahoma."

"Sick, dude! I'm planning on playing for Oklahoma! Name's Carter. Carter Martinez from Boca Raton, Florida." Carter swung his giant arms and hands to give a bro five, but it didn't exactly register with Matt, who sat dumbfounded. By the time it was all over, Carter's huge hand was on Matt's arm, and he was in some pretty poignant pain.

"I'll see you around, Matt! You tryin' out for the team?" asked Carter, seemingly genuinely interested.

"I don't think so," Matt replied, "You really don't want someone like me playing for you guys. Carter cocked his head to the left a little, and shrugged. He waved goodbye and shut the door.

Matt's room was next door to Carter, room 251. He opened the door, and was surprised to find a nice, serene room. A large bay window took up an entire wall, and built in mahogany armoires took up another. The bed was a typical sized boarding school bed, and wasn't anything particularly special. He threw his bags down and opened the armoire, and was very surprised to find a set of workout clothes, all in the school colors! A blue and white bro tank, silk basketball shorts, blue tube socks, and black under armour trainers. The clothes seemed clean enough, and didn't smell like the rest of Barnstable Hall, so they were a welcomed gift from the school.

A few weeks passed, and Matt felt even more isolated than before. He saw all the teams practicing outside, and watched longingly from his seat in his classes. Don't misunderstand, the others all went to their classes, but did so very seldom. Athletics seemed to be priority. Matt had gotten close to Carter, if anything. They would sit in the hallway outside their doors every night, and just talk about whatever came to their minds. Matt felt safe with Carter, and had a mutual connection with him.

One night, Carter wasn't in his room when Matt knocked. It was strange, since the football game ended a few hours prior. Matt shrugged it off, and slumped back to his room, where he promptly fell asleep.

It wasn't long though, until a strange sensation set in that woke him immediately. It was a smell... It was like the smell of the dorms, but more direct. When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to see the sole of a cleat against his face. He heard a bunch of guys laughing around him, and did his best to bolt. It was only then that he realized his predicament. He was tied to a chair with zip ties in the football locker room, wearing the workout clothes he was given. He struggled, but to no avail. The captain of the football team, Lucas King, pulled away his noxious cleats and put his finger against his lips.

"Shhhh..." he whispered. The football team was covered in mud and grass, so they hadn't changed or showered since the game hours before! Across the room, the players began to clap slowly, as a door opened against the back wall. Looking down the rows of benches and clapping football jocks, he saw Carter, sopping wet from sweat, walk down the rows; smiling.

"Brothers!" shouted Lucas, "We have a new member amongst our ranks who needs initiation!" The men shouted and hollered in joy, each one shouting Matt's name. "Carter has graciously accepted the challenge of initiating our new brother Matt!"

"What?!" Matt shouted, thrashing about furiously. "I thought you were my friend, Carter!" Carter came close to him, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"I am, Matt. I always will be. But I need to help you understand something." Matt continued thrashing about, doing his best to ignore Carter's traitorous words. "Surston Hall is a special type of school. It turns boys into men. It's part of the experience here, and it's part of the curriculum. I will be more to you than just a friend, Matt. I'll be a brother. We will be inseparable." Matt stopped his futile attempts to escape and listened carefully to Carter's sultry voice. "It's an incredible life here, and you'll be a part of a tradition bigger than yourself! You will be a king among your peers, an exceptional human being. And I will be there every step of the way." Matt's eyes met Carter's, and they shared an unspoken accordance. Matt believed Carter, and irrevocably trusted him. Carter rose and nodded to Lucas, beaming in the corner.

"Let the ceremony begin!" He shouted. Lucas began to pass around a large metal bucket to the teammates. Each one took articles of their uniforms, and drained the sweat into the bucket, twisting the fabric until it seeped out. By the time the bucket reached Carter, it was already full of manly, musky sweat.

Carter rang out a pair of yellowed tube socks, filling the bucket to the brim. He put a comforting hand on Matt's shoulder, as he held the bucket above his friend. With a flick of the wrist, the bucket poured it's grody contents all over Matt. The room erupted in cheering and shouts. Carter grinned from ear to ear, knowing the best part was to come.

He sat directly on top of Matt, whose body became malleable to the touch. Carter took his size 12 feet and put them on top of Matt's scrawny knees. He grasped Matt's hair, bringing his mouth to Matt's ear.

"You trust me, right?" With a simple nod, Carter pushed his feet downward. A slurping sound came from Matt's legs, as his skin gave way to Carter's gigantic feet. Matt could feel Carter's feet sliding down his legs, beneath his skin. He moaned in ecstasy, and threw his head backwards in sheer euphoria. The slurping sound intensified, as Carter's gigantic calves and quads were sucked into Matt's noticeably smaller frame. "Oh, fuck." Carter moaned, "You're gonna be a tight fit, brah."

When the slurping sound ended, Carter's entire legs were gone, submerged in Matt's little legs. Carter wiggled Matt's toes, and chuckled. It was an incredible feeling to have a man inside him, and Matt could barely hold his excitement. Carter began to press downward, as Matt's groin gave way to his firm, muscled ass. The slurping sound, accompanied by Matt's screams of elation made Carter somewhat cocky, as his personality would typically show. He pulled down his compression shorts and Matt's silk shorts and grasped Matt's raging boner. Grasping his own, he forced his 9' in cock into Matt's 4' in, moaning and stroking.

"Fuck!" Matt shouted, "Fill me up, Carter! Get inside me!" Carter threw his hands into Matt's armpits and in one fluid movement, thrust his hands and arms into Matt's. With his newly controlled arms, Carter pushed his chiseled torso into the slender frame with some impressive effort. In the end, all that was left was Carter's head, as Lucas and several other team members began to cut the zip ties. "Matt" stood up, and took Carter's sweaty head and softly pushed into Matt's. Panting and soaking wet, Matt was completely filled to the brim with Carter. His tiny frame buckling, trying to contain the immense jock.

"Aww yeah." he said in Carter's gravelly baritone voice. "This always feels amazing." "Matt" rolled his shoulders backwards and spread his feet apart, and took a fighting stance. "Let's do this!" he shouted.

Suddenly, Matt's miniscule body began to grow and bulk, sprouting thick body hairs and chiseling impressive abs and pecs. A gigantic tattoo sprawled across his newly swollen chest. His arms grew three sizes, veins bulging out from underneath his skin. His hand calloused and grew big enough to hold an entire pint in his hand. The legs exploded with hair and muscle and a cute bubble butt. A newly 8' in cock stood erect, getting pumped furiously. His feet grew from size 9 to size 13, and began to emit a salty-sweet odor, enough to make any man or woman cream their pants. By the end of his transformation, no one could recognize Matt, nor could they take their eyes off him. They watched entranced as Carter pulled his chiseled, sopping wet body out of Matt. He collapsed onto his hands and knees in front of Matt, looking at his hard work.

Upon opening his eyes, Matt looked around at his new brothers. All waiting anxiously for his reaction. He threw down his hand and helped up Carter, who smiled, knowingly. Matt gave the biggest bro hug anyone ever witnessed to Carter, the two jocks reveling in their now alike scent, physique, and mindset. Matt's ego swelled with cockiness and flirtatiousness. He grasped Carter's head, and pulled him into a passionate kiss, both tongues exploring eachother's mouths.

The room rushed the two and lost all inhibitions. Jumping, shouting, cheering! The now complete Surston Hall Blue Devils football team stood unchallenged, ready for the next prospie to join their ranks.