Dropping Dash into a weakened heap on the floor, Danny walked out of the locker room, greatly surprising Sam and Tucker as his massive body about knocked them to the floor.
Danny was taking very long strides now, forcing the duo to lightly jog to keep up with their very muscular friend.
"D-Danny, how did this happen to you?" asked Sam, slightly distracted by his massive body.
"Oh, I been working out my new ghost power. I think it's paid off, don't you think?" replied Danny, giving his bicep a flex, which practically tore the shirt he now wore. "Now I think I'll 'work out' some more on the rest of the jocks, let them know who the REAL man is in this school now. But don't worry, I don't hurt anyone, just make sure those soon-to-be-weak jocks get a taste of their own medicine, than I might...spread the love around with some of the geeks, let them have a bit of fun."
The jocks weren't hard to find, they were waiting just outside the school to congratulate Dash on a 'job' well done, and then go do jock-ish things. Unfortunately, what they obviously hadn't expected was a much larger Danny walking through the doors, his head almost hitting the doorframe, and his shoulders practically touching the sides. All of which was placed under Danny's head, the same one who they knew as the school shrimp (seriously, even some freshman seemed more muscular than him); now though, he was bigger, stronger, and very, very mad.
"C-C-Come on guys! He may be bigger, but we outnumber him! He can't take us all on at once!" shakily said one of the jocks, which was enough to rouse his comrades.
The group surrounded Danny on all sides, Sam and Tucker decided to hide, mostly wanting to see how exactly Danny had gotten so large.
"O-ok guys, on the count of 3, jump him!" said another jock who then counted down and then they jumped on Danny.
Danny only pretended to be overburdened, he could have easily lifted and tossed them away like nothing, but he wanted to be sure that the muscle he was about to gain was of top quality. At the bottom of the dogpile, Danny focused on all of the jocks on him, and slowly took their muscle away. It took the jocks a minute to realize that they were being pushed away by Danny, even though he wasn't moving. After taking pretty much all of their muscle, Danny stood up, and up, and a bit more up after that. The jocks watched this as well, not realizing that most of their now-oversized clothes had fallen off of them.
Danny couldn't believe how big he was, all of that jock muscle gave him such a feeling of power, it was almost more than he thought he could handle. He picked up one of the ex-'jocks' and held him there. He couldn't believe he was scared of such small people now. He took off the wimps jacket and shirt, and picked up a pair of shoes and pants, then took the quivering person over towards where Tucker and Sam were hiding.
"Tucker, come over here. I know that you're here." said Danny in a demanding tone. Tucker came out shaking like a leaf from his hiding spot, though Sam decided to stay there. "Tucker, put on these clothes and give your clothes to him." Tucker did as he was asked, looking at the ex-jock, who was now his size without all of his muscle. Tuckers clothes practically fit like a glove, though the ex-jocks clothes weren't quite the same on him.
Danny then set down the jock, but told him to stay put, and then picked up Tucker, still rather scared of his massive friend. Danny concentrated on his tiny friend and then after a bit of a green flash, Tucker then stood like one of the old jocks; stronger, taller, faster. Nowhere near Danny's extreme size (who hadn't gotten any smaller from the transfer), but Tucker now knew what it was like to be big. He flexed his bicep and watched as a ball formed on his arm and pushed the fabric almost to tearing. He pulled up his pant leg and watched as a massive calf looking like a big heart slapped behind his shin, and he couldn't even get it high enough to see his thigh. He could feel the power of his rock-hard six pack through his new shirt and flexed them hard, making them even harder.
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Setting him down, Danny was curious as to what to do next. He had knocked down all the jocks from their pedastal, and it appears that he could even make others stronger, though he didn't seem to lose any muscle in the process. It was certainly interesting to the massive muscle teen. But then again, why stop at the jocks? Certainly there were many more people to steal muscle from, not like anyone ever really helped him. He was a hero, he deserved a bit of a reward, even if no one realized it.
"The hard choices we have to make in life." Danny thought to himself.
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