Good Ol’ Daddy Long Legs

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Dec 29th 2024

  

Paxton Porter sat at the back of the yellow school bus, head leaned against the window, as snow fell down the outside world. The bus made its way through the vacant streets of the winter wonder suburbs, passing houses that all resembled the other. There was a large gap of empty seats between Paxton and the group of students being rowdy in the front. Everyone up there was paired up, two to a chair, laughing with friends, flying airplanes, and ultimately annoying the bus driver. Paxton, however, only had the company of his drab gray book bag sitting next to him. Removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes, Paxton sighed, knowing the day was finally over and he could relax.

School had been awful. Frank Thomas and his gang of bullies did nothing but make Paxton’s life worse. Whether it was tripping him in the hall, shoving him into the locker, or the threat of a wedgie, Frank and his boys were never above acting like a 1950’s stereotype. Even ‘kiss my fists’ was a beloved taunt by Frank.  Paxton had adapted to life in this way. Some people mature faster than others and therefore have to dictate the social hierarchy. There was no way a skinny twig like Paxton with his Poindexter glasses and colorful assortment of sweater vests would ever be considered anything remotely close to cool. 

The bus came to a stop and Paxton got up, ready to abandon the green faux-leather seat. The other students getting off took their lovely time clearing the walkway. Paxton stood in the back waiting, not willing to engage them. After all Frank had long since banished him to the back. When the students finally started to get off Paxton reached for his backpack.

“Ouch!” There was a pinch on the back of his right hand. Paxton’s mind clocked it too quickly as a mosquito bite, as his left hand clamped down on top, before his eyes even registered.  When he removed his hand, he was surprised not to find a squashed mosquito, but rather several lengthy long legs sticking out from a body.

“Ahhh!” Paxton began to frivolously wipe his hand off. A freaking spider had crawled on him and bit him. And it wasn’t a small one either, one of the creepy little fuckers with legs for days. What were they called Daddy Long legs or something? And were those even real spiders? Paxton breathed heavily, looking up to spot numerous eyes locked on him out of confusion.  

“There was a bug.” Paxton muttered. He threw his book bag around one shoulder as he made his way off the bus. He tried his best to ignore the students, looking at him like he was a freak. Only the bus driver offered a smile of sympathy.  A paper ball was launched at his head, but Paxton kept on.

“Have a nice day, Paxton. “The bus driver said as Paxton stepped off. 

“You too, Mr. Joe.” Paxton shared back.  The doors to the bus closed and drove off. Paxton stared down at his hand where he was bitten. It itched a little but didn’t look like there was any bleeding. Paxton began his trek back home. The snow had risen a good few inches and every step was a force of effort to raise his foot and put it on the ground. With no one’s watchful gaze on him, Paxton could look at his visible breath and pretend to be a dragon to pass the time.

Paxton’s house came into view, and the boy trudged his way up the back patio’s steps, unlocking the back door. 

“Dad, I’m home!” He stepped into the dark empty house. A plate of food was left on the counter wrapped in plastic with a note on top. Paxton frowned reading the note. His dad was working another late night at the mechanic shop. He shoved the plate into the microwave. He was hoping to decompress about the day by talking with his dad, but that wouldn’t be possible tonight. 

By the time Paxton got to his room he planted himself on the bed letting his face plant right in the pillow. He was originally determined to fall asleep that way, but his shoes bothered him enough to sit up and take them off. Paxton often kicked his shoes off with ease, but for some reason they wouldn’t leave his feet. Paxton had to pry his shoes off with both hands, tossing the pair to the side of the room when he was done. Sitting on the bed Paxton rested his hands back and stuck his feet out, wiggling his toes through his socks. Now that they were free of the confines of his shoes, they looked swollen. Even his socks seemed stretched to capacity.

Paxton stood up, noting that it didn’t hurt to be on his feet. He walked over where he had discarded his shoes. Curious, he placed his right foot by his right shoe. “What the?” Paxton’s mouth dropped upon seeing his foot dwarfed his shoe and the same was true of the left. There was no way his feet could have ever fit into his shoes. Paxton put his hands on his face and groaned. This was probably an allergic reaction to the spider bite. He wasn’t worried though; His grandmother’s feet swelled up all the time. All he had to do was elevate them and they’d be fine within an hour or two. 

Laying back on the bed, feet given their own pillow, Paxton flicked on the TV. He would have preferred to play League of Legends or re-read an old comic book omnibus off his shelf, but the teen would deal with it for now. At least there was a showing of Mad Max: Fury Road he could get into. Paxton had seen the movie a few times and easily found himself losing track of time. He’d use one leg to scratch the other when his skin became itchy and he felt little pricks, all with not once glancing down. There’d be the slightest creak or crack, and Paxton would get annoyed by the random house sounds.

By the time the movie ended Paxton gave an internal cheer; he kept forgetting how good the movie was. Looking down at his feet, Paxton was sure his feet would have returned to normal, only to discover his legs were hanging off the bed. Or to be more specific, his feet and a good portion of his shins were hovering in the air. Odd to note, as Paxton was sure he had planted his feet right on top of the pillow. Paxton backed up on his bed, until his feet were on top of the pillow again, however now he realized his top half wouldn’t fit on the bed in that case. Paxton was confused as to how his body no longer fit in his bed.

It was only then that Paxton’s attention lingered on his legs. For one, they were still swollen. As a matter of fact, they looked even larger. His socks had holes at the top where he could see his toes poking through. Then, there was the matter of his pants having shrunk as their hems were choked on his calves. If that wasn’t bad enough, Paxton didn’t know what to make of the hair he saw on his legs. The men in his family were typically lacking body hair, so he didn’t know what to make of the fair modicum of brown hair over his legs. 

“What the heck?!” Paxton jumped out of bed. Suddenly his room was off kilter from his usual viewpoint; it was all too odd. He immediately went to remove his khaki pants, which were now getting painful to have on. Paxton managed to unfasten himself, but his pants didn’t budge an inch when he went to pull them down. Struggling in the middle of his room, he noticed the ceiling getting closer, before registering in actuality he was growing. Inch by inch his body climbed, though his legs weren’t the only thing causing problems. Paxton’s ass had expanded and was continuing to do so, reason number one his khakis couldn’t be so easily removed. Paxton had never considered his ass could be a problem as he never had one before. It was a nice ass that stuck out like a straight frat boy’s, but it was getting bigger than that. Paxton grit his teeth as his ass filled in the seat of his pants. It went from nice eye candy to a true dumper. The pants finally began to descend over the curvature of his ass simply due to the space the ass needed. Paxton took the opportunity and pushed down. It worked for a moment.

Reason number two the pants were difficult to take off, Paxton’s thighs had tripled in size. Getting them off the ass was a start, but the solid rocks of muscles he had mimicking his thighs did not make it easy. Paxton jumped around trying to force the pants off till he fell back on his ass. His glasses went flying off his face. He truly wondered if the spider bite had caused his body to swell. But if that was the case why his lower body and not his…

“Uh-oh,” Paxton’s right hand had a noticeable small red bump on it, but that was not the cause for concern. That bump was now on a much meatier hand, attached to an arm with several visible muscles, bicep, triceps leading to a developed shoulder muscle. His left hand and arm were exactly the same. Paxton jumped up afraid of his own body, not hearing his pants rip for good and fall off. Instead, Paxton finally realized he had been seeing without his glasses. He looked down at himself and sure enough it was all clear as day. There were manly feet trying to force their way out of socks, leading to the lower half of a bodybuilder. His underwear was bunched around his ass and crotch. Except in the front, his cock had spilled out one of the leg holes and was hanging down in the air, like a fat salami, leading to a forest of brown dense pubes.

Paxton couldn’t believe anything he was seeing. He felt like a ken doll given the limbs of another more in shape model. He had failed to recognize that while his torso hadn’t had a drastic shift, it had indeed changed; elongated and displaying muscle. Leading up from his underwear was a row of beautifully crafted abs. Yet his transformation was nowhere near complete. His shoulders moved away from each other, broadening his back while his button up and sweater vest stretched to accommodate it. However there came a point where the articles of clothing had nothing left to give and began to tear, exposing Paxton’s back. Paxton couldn’t fight it. His eyes were closed, mind lost in pleasure, as his chest popped off buttons under his sweater vest, pecs swelling heavier and meatier. The image in Paxton’s head: a snake shedding its skin. That’s what the entire experience of tearing through his clothes felt like. He was growing too large, too big, too beefy to be contained by his school time outfit.

His neck and chin started to feel weird as a massive ripple crawled up under his skin bulging everything in its path. When it met his head, Paxton’s bone structure bubbled away as a handsome jawline defined his once rounded face. Stubble appeared on his cheeks and thickened neck. Finally, his sweater vest and shirt fell to the floor joining the rest of his discarded clothes. Paxton, eyes still closed, ran his hands over his face enjoying the feeling of a rough texture meeting his touch. Slowly he opened his eyes as his fingers found the hair on his cheeks. Immediately, his eyes snapped open and found his body length mirror by his window. Upon seeing his reflection Paxton leap into the air. It happened so fast he had no idea how he ended up with his back, palms of his hands, and the soles of his feet stuck to the ceiling.

The one thing he did know was there was a naked man in his room. Though as he stared down, he couldn’t find that naked man anywhere it was like the guy had vanished. It was only then that Paxton became hyper aware of his bare butt pressing against the ceiling. His eyes traveled down his body. Where his flat chest should have been were pecs leading down into abs, then a dark forest of pubic hair, a hard cock, pointed at the ground, and flanked by two muscular legs. His dick was a massive 9 inches and that certainly wasn’t the case a few minutes ago. Bobbing and twitching the air, Paxton stared at the dick. HIS dick. The body he was looking at was his body.  A trail of precum leaked out from his dick stretching down the room. Paxton watched as it grew longer, not breaking even once. A thick slimy trail glistening under the room’s light. It didn’t take too long for it to make contact with Paxton’s destroyed clothes directly under him. Too scared of his own body, he tried to break it by flexing his dick to no avail, even with a newfound control of his pelvic muscles that slapped his cock against his abs. What happened instead was the precum streak attached itself to a portion of the sweater vest’s remains and picked it into the air. Before dropping it back down.

“Ew gross,” Paxton said as his hand shot to his throat. His voice had reverberated in his neck and left with a husky timbre he was not used to. He dislodged himself from the ceiling, right hand, feet, back until he was left dangling by the tips of his fingers on his left hand. Taking a deep breath, Paxton’s fingers separated from the ceiling as he dropped down. His feet slammed down, shaking the room, as he transitioned from his half squat back to standing up. Seeing himself in the mirror, there was no denying HE was the naked man in his room. His body was insane; he looked like a bona fide superhero. He was tall. So, fucking tall! Like a taller sexier version of his own dad. What was he, 6'5, 6'8? Next, he noticed his cock was still hard and attached to clothes. Wagging, flexing, and even flicking didn’t cause the trail to break. It wasn’t until Paxton used his fingers to separate it from his cock head did it detach. Once no longer bound to his cock, the precum became thinner and less visible. It faded from sight and could only be seen from a certain perspective like a spider’s web. Paxton watched it unfold before the grossness of it all hit him and he shook his hand off. 

Reality came crashing into Paxton’s head as he realized he had no idea what to do next. A spider from nowhere bit him and now he looked around his dad’s age. He paced back and forth trying to think, feet slamming with each step he took. After numerous jostles of his room Paxton finally noticed he was the emanating source. His footsteps carried a real weighted power, even the simple ones.  Relaxing as to not knock anything down, Paton thought. Step one: put on some clothes. Paxton tried to put other clothes on, but he was an entirely new class of man. His old underwear was a pain to get past his thighs, bunching up life briefs once on. They left his cock hanging over the waistband in the front, balls spilling out the leg holes, and his ass eating the back. Not gonna work. Ripping them off with little effort, Paxton snuck down to his dad’s room ensuring he didn’t leave any slime trails again.

Once inside he grabbed a clean pair of boxers, allowing him to finally tuck his cock away. Still a tight fit but better than before. He grabbed some of his dad’s other clothes, a dress shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. By the time he was dressed and buttoning the white shirt Paxton couldn’t believe it. He looked like a stud and still chose the shirt like a nerd. He didn’t take it off though it was nice to wear something familiar. Though it was clear, as with the boxer, his dad’s clothes were not adept to his body type. Paxton needed to empty his mind, step one was done. He went to stand outside on the front steps. Not a single person was outside. By now it had grown darker, and the streetlights had come on.  As he stood watching the snow fall, Paxton noticed he wasn’t cold at all. A snowflake fell into his waiting palm and melted instantly.  He was generating heat like crazy. 

“No way,” Paxton said giddy, He closed the door, locking it and simply ran forward. There was no struggle to lift his leg in the snow. It was like a hot knife slicing through butter. His legs came up and went down with ease, and he moved fast, even the track team would have trouble keeping up with him. He kept running, enjoying the cool air on his skin, time ticking by. A new idea came into Paxton’s head. He started another run, then launched himself into the air, only to find himself slamming back down into the snow. He nodded to himself saying “That was dumb, spiders can’t fly.” As he wiped himself off, he looked around noticing he had gone farther from his house than intended. He was a few blocks over and it was even darker. How long had he been running? Groaning to himself as he realized this was Frank Thomas’ neighborhood. There were enough threats from the jock that he’d remember the sight of these houses.

Except there was no reason to be afraid of Frank Thomas anymore. Paxton had superpowers. Perhaps what he needed was some super revenge. Paxton made his way to the jock’s house. He tested his wall climbing abilities on the back of the house where Frank’s room was. Took a few fumbles without direct skin contact but Paxton got the hang of it. Peering into the window, He spotted the senior jock, ear pods in, stripped down to his underwear, flexing in front of a YouTube bodybuilding competition video, before kissing his biceps. Paxton rolled his eyes, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He slowly slid the window open, crawling inside. He’d give Frank something to kiss alright.