“Ok. If you could be anyone in the world, who would you be?”
“Superman.”
“Dude! Be serious!”
“I am serious! I wanna be Superman!”
“There's no way I'm gonna let you be superman. But how about the next best thing?”
“What? Batman?”
“No stupid. Just trust me.”
Andy's body began to stretch becoming taller until it seemed like his head was going to touch the ceiling. But actually stopping at 6 feet 8 inches tall. Then his shoulders got wider and capped deltoid muscles the size of football helmets. His back became wider and his neck was thicker as well. His small bony chest was replaced by huge slabs of muscle as big as microwave ovens. His soft stomach transformed into 8 diamond hard bricks of orderly muscle. His skinny legs grew into massive pillars of muscle.
“Oh my god dude! I thought you were joking! This is awesome! I'm bigger than most of the guys on the football team! But wait, why are my arms so skinny?”
“Because we're gonna put in the work to get super-freaky huge. We're going down to our gym down in the basement and lift weights until we're gigantic. “
“You don't have a gym in your basement.”
<SNAP!>
“I do now. Let's go.”
Andy followed Michael out the room. In the hallway they bumped into Michael's mom. Except she looked nothing like the kind, but middle-aged woman Andy remembered. This Mrs. Roberts had to be at least 5 foot 11 with a body that looked like a cross between a middle female bodybuilder and a porn star. She had big, bright green eyes, a small, perfectly straight nose, and thick ruby red lips. She was wearing her normal floral print house dress except now her huge breasts were threatening to burst out the front of it. Her long, shiny black hair was tied in a pony tail that hung down to her waist. She was carrying two huge baskets of laundry, one under each arm.
“Hi boys! Where are you headed?”
“Downstairs to gym the mom.”
“Mrs. Roberts!”
“Yes Andy”
“You look amazing!”
“Aww! You're such a darling! Thank you!”
“And you look kinda buff too!”
“Pretty free with the compliments there, pal? What are you two delinquents up to this time?”
“Nothing Mrs. Roberts! I-“
“Chill Andy. I'm just messing with you. Let you in on a secret though. I HAVE been spending some time in the gym lately. I've been catching a quick workout in between loads of laundry. It's a good way to kill the time. I can feel myself getting bigger and stronger after I'm done. Whaddya think? Do I look those women you boys' magazines?”
Mrs. Roberts put down one of the baskets and flexed her right bicep. The 19 inch mound of rock-hard flesh easily burst through the sleeve of her dress.
“You look better!”
“Boy, if you weren't my best friend's son...”
Then she turned to Michael.
“How come YOU don't compliment me like that?”
“Because I'M not a raging pile of hormones!”
Mrs. Roberts growled at her son
“Anyway mom, we'll be down in the gym.”
“Have fun boys and be careful. I'll call you when lunch is ready.”
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