Unmuted (Patreon)

Micah had pinned and focused Hannah's camera while Ms. Cooper's slide deck was running in the corner of the screen. The slow decline over the past year of zoom classes meant that clothes had been increasingly loose-fitting and comfortable.  Micah had never been much for dressing up for school in the first place, so his white tank top and gym shorts weren't that far off from what he would wear a year ago. Hannah on the other hand used to be meticulous with her outfits and makeup. Now she was sitting in front of the camera in just a white tank top of her own, but one of those loose ones. Micah was pretty sure she didn't even have a bra on today. He would usually be able to make out a black or red sports bra on mornings when she wore the white top, so he was extra focused today. Then it happened, what he had waited for. She reached out for the teacup she had somewhere up and to the right of the computer screen, showing her cleavage for the camera in the process. You could clearly see her smooth, perky breasts, bogged down by gravity as she leaned forward. The light from the screen and presumably Ms. Cooper's slide deck lit up the cave the webcam was peering into. Micah imagined the warm air in there. She used to smell of lavender. "Yeah, show those tiddies!"

"Who said that?" Ms. Cooper demanded. Micah pressed mute faster than anything he had done in his life. Everyone else was silent too, and all other participants were on mute as well as far as he could see. Hannah was blushing, though there was no way for her to know the comment was about her. Micah felt hot too, and a knot in his stomach, but at least his face looked the same as far as he could tell.

"No one?" she continued. "Well, we are just about at the hour so let's break here. Whoever that was, I hope you grow a pair and apologize for it when you've had some time to think about it. See you all on Wednesday." People started to drop off well before she finished the sentence. Micah pressed End Call and threw himself back in the chair. That was close!

He still didn't feel well. Flush and high pulse as if his adrenaline was running. There wasn't anything to be afraid of, but still he felt like he had just escaped a death trap, or that he was hunted. He didn't know if he felt shame that Hannah blushed, or a bit of horny pride that he made her do it. He didn't make her expose herself for the entire class though, so why should he feel bad?

Then came the convulsion. It was like his back contracted, contorting the rest of his body into an arch, and jutting his chest violently forward. His front felt a flash of warmth, like someone threw a water balloon that had rested in the sun straight at him. He could hear the sound of ripped fabric, but all he could see was the ceiling. His head was swimming, like he was about to faint. For a second or two he was fixed like that, afraid that any attempt to move would just make him tumble out of the chair and smash into the floor, until just as abruptly all the tense muscles relaxed and he fell back into the office chair.

He could feel them rubbing against his arms even before he looked down at his new, enormous pecs. They weren't impossibly large like porn star breast implants, but you would have to really dedicate yourself to work up that size of male pecs, something he had never attempted or even wanted. At the front of the chest both nipples, at least double their previous size, protruded out and slightly down. There was no PG way of wearing a tank top anymore, he realized. Or T-shirt, or polo shirt, or most shirts. Even a sweatshirt wouldn't really hide that they were there.

Perhaps that was the idea. Was this Ms. Cooper's doing? Or Hannah's? Or something else altogether. He brushed against one of the nipples and a shiver shot down his spine to his dick. He realized he had another problem as well to urgently deal with.