Storytime

 “Hmmm… I wonder why this book is in the adults’ section…” Aden grabbed his favorite story off the library shelf. He couldn’t believe he had wasted 30 minutes looking for the book. Normally, it was in the young adult section but for some reason the librarian said someone had filed it away in the Adult section.  Apparently, someone made a big stink about the book, and had it removed from where teens could see it. Which frankly Aden thought was BS. There were tons of young adult stories, with drugs, blood, gore, and sex. No parents went to crusaded for those, but one mention of men loving men, or women loving women made the book was practically pornography in their eyes.

Aden wanted to take the book home for the 100th time. A story of two princes and princesses fighting the evil embodiment of the world they live in, but now that it was in the adult section. There was no way his dad was going to let him walk home with it. His father was weird enough about his son playing rated M for Mature games. Still, he could lie and pretend he didn’t find it in the adult section, but he didn’t want to lie to his dad like that.

Instead, he opted to re-read a good portion of the book. At least until his dad came and got him. Mom was cooking dinner tonight and tardiness was an absolutely no go. Aden cracked open the book skipping past the beginning to read his favorite chapter. He started delving into the world again letting his eyes flow across the page. His eyebrows furrowed as he read on to the next page. Something was wrong. This wasn’t his fun fantasy adventure book, instead it was about some college student. Aden didn’t really get it. The words were large and not ones he was familiar with. He wanted to look away.  And he tried, he really did but there was something compelling him to read on.

As he made it from one page to the next, the story started to come together slowly. Picking it up from the middle was hard but apparently it was about a meathead jock, who wanted to be smarter. Aden chuckled at that. He didn’t really get what a ‘meathead jock’ meant, but it sounded funny. At that moment in the middle of the aisle, Aden’s legs began to stretch. The boy didn’t notice, flipping over to the next page. The main character of this story wasn’t an awesome fighter like the princes. He was a fitness nut and bodybuilding enthusiast. Aden’s chest swelled outward as his arms grew in size. The boy was enraptured.
 

Perhaps this book had been in the right section. The main character said words in anger that Aden would definitely get in trouble for. The vocal cords in Aden’s throat shifted when his neck got thicker. “This dude has got a fucking potty mouth.” He shook his head not taking note of his own words. Slowly he began to walk out of the aisle, book in hand, still reading. He got to a line that read: He was the pride of the university. The perfect young man from head to toe. All masculine, not a boyish trace of childhood.
 

It was a sentence that rewrote Aden’s face refining his young features into something more appropriate for his body type. All the while Aden was finding it easier and easier to read the book in his hands. He couldn’t remember why it gave him such a hard time in the first place. Next, Aden’s ass inflated. Busted right out of his pants as two muscled cheeks popped into existence. There were sentences is this book about sex. Raw and animalistic, tender and loving. It certainly wasn’t a children’s novel, which was perfect because Aden wasn’t a child. As he walked out of the aisle reading about the main character’s sexual adventures. His own cock and balls came to life as nine inches were stuffed down his pants. Sperm started an insane production in his baseball sized nuts.  Perfect for bedding any man or woman that came his way. The destroyed clothes on Adien’s body didn’t last long as they were rewoven into the perfect gym clothes to display all that he had gained. A bookbag full of advanced textbooks plopped onto him undetected.

College athlete Aden stood in the library complete.

“Huh?” Aden said re reading that last part. He rubbed his eyes. For a moment he could have sworn the words on the page had just appeared out of nowhere.
 

“Maybe I’ve been studying too hard.”