Bobby brushed past the onlookers standing around him, walking into the main hallway of the school. He knew where his tormentors always hung out before school began. It was now payback time…
Jeff and Steve were standing by their lockers, which were side by side. Their girlfriends stood close by, just happy to be in their presence. The two boys had always been big for their age. In fact, they stood nearly six and a half feet tall, weighing almost three hundred pounds. They weren’t fat by any means; they were just…stocky. Wide. Powerful. They were both linebackers on the football team and state champion power lifters at their school. They were two of the strongest kids on campus.
Jeff and Steve had always made fun of Bobby over the years. It didn’t help matters that Bobby was one of the smallest kids in his class, standing only five and a half feet tall, barely over 100 pounds, before Kristi had transformed him into his current form. The larger teen stalked the hallways, looking for his targets. A group of students, mostly the same ones from the library, along with others he passed in the hallway, had started to follow him, curious about what he was going to do.
Bobby found his tormentors, laughing with their other friends, having a good time. He approached them from behind, a surprising amount of anger bubbling to the surface as he walked over. He swelled out his chest, making his already massive frame appear even larger than it already was.
One of the guys standing next to Jeff had noticed Bobby walking over. “Who the hell is that?!” he said, pointing upward. A large shadow fell on all of them, as the enormous teen stopped a few feet in front of them.
“Bobby?” Jeff’s girlfriend asked, surprised. “Is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied, looking down menacingly at the people in front of him. “All of you guys have made my life a living hell for the past ten years. It’s time that stopped.”
“Hey, Bobby, man,” Steve said, slowly approaching, trying to calm the larger teen down. “Just relax. We were just having some fun, man. You know, just acting like kids.”
“Oh, really?” Bobby replied, raising his voice. “Is it fun to make me too scared to walk down the hallways every morning? Is it fun to have your idiot jock friends push me around every day, stuffing me into lockers, beating me up? Is it supposed to be fun to lock me out of the shower in gym class, causing everyone outside to take pictures of me, or record me as I try desperately to get back in? You know, I’m still trying to live that last one down.” By now, Kristi had joined the crowd, pushing her way to the front.
“Look, Bobby. Just relax. We didn’t mean anything by it.” Steve stared up at Bobby, a little afraid. “Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?”
“Well, there is one thing.” Suddenly, Bobby reached down and grabbed the back of Steve’s underwear, hoisting him off the ground, until the two were face to face, giving the jock the ultimate wedgie. Steve cried out in pain, trying desperately to get himself down somehow. Bobby just stood there, amused. “Wow. It’s like you weigh absolutely nothing at all. I could carry you around all day and never get tired, I think.”
The massive teen quickly lowered and raised Steve a handful of times, the scared jock essentially becoming a yo-yo, thanks to the elasticity of his underwear. Before long, though, his undergarments could take no more and they ripped, sending Steve plummeting to the ground. Immediately, he curled into a ball, clutching his groin in agony.
“Hey that was kind of fun,” Bobby said afterward, staring down at his other tormentors. “Okay,” he said enthusiastically. “Who’s next?”
“No one does that to my teammate!” one of the other football players yelled, before charging. He leapt into the air, grabbing Bobby around the neck. He started beating on him, his tiny fists having little effect.
Bobby waited a few moments, more annoyed than anything else, before grabbing the kid by the ankle and casually tossing him into a row of lockers. He only used a fraction of his strength, but it was enough to cause the metal lockers to form themselves around the jock’s huge frame, before he slumped to the floor below.
Soon, the other jocks advanced, while the girls ran off. Bobby allowed them to get a few hits in. And they did, beating on his midsection, his ribcage, anywhere they could find. But because of Bobby’s larger frame and enhanced musculature, he hardly felt anything.
Bobby tossed one boy behind his back and he flew into the crowd of people, knocking the majority of them down, as well. He threw another down the hallway like a football and he slammed down on the floor, eventually hitting the wall on the other end of the school. Pretty soon, it was just Jeff and Bobby.
The hulking teen decided to go easy on him, despite how much he had tormented him over the years. After all, he didn’t want to kill him. Bobby raised his arm and backhanded Jeff, sending him flying backwards. His feet actually left the ground, before he went flying through the metal double doors at the end of the hallway. Jeff landed on the ground outside, his ribs, along with a few internal organs, injured.
Bobby looked around, to survey the damage he had caused. The kids he had beaten up were lying on the ground, moaning in obvious pain. Most had at least a few broken bones. Other kids stared up at him in fear.
“My God, what’s wrong with him?” one kid whispered.
“Freak,” another one commented under her breath. “What is he, a psychopath?”
Bobby looked down at everyone, afraid of what he had become. He ran off, leaving school grounds as fast as he could, heading north.
Kristi watched Bobby run away. “This is all my fault,” she thought to herself. “I have to help him.”
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