“He didn’t necessarily miss?!?”, Frank repeated after his son, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!?”
Frank was still in between Justin and Dylan, his hands on their chests separating them from each other. Jerome had added himself behind Justin, while Davy stood behind Dylan. All eyes were now focused on him.
“Well, what it literally says; he didn’t miss…” Davy explained.
“So you’re telling me….I really did hit one of you?!?” Justin filled in. He looked at Dylan, who looked just as questioning at Davy. Then he looked at Davy, who nodded. “Oh my god! I hit you!?!”
Dylan looked at his twin brother in disbelief. “He did?!?”
“Yeah, you hit me!”, Davy explained to his big brother, “and it didn’t feel nice! In fact, it hurt like hell! It still does!” His expression changed to an angrier look. He was not at all happy with what his brother had done.
“Oh shit…”, Frank intervened, “…what are you feeling? Where does it hurt? Do you want me to call a doctor?”
“No! No doctor! It feels…strange. It’s burning, all over my body. I don’t know what it is…in a way I kind of like it…I guess…”
Then, suddenly, he grabbed his stomach with both hands as he hunched forward. He let out a scream as a sharp pain in his stomach took over his body. He lowered himself to his knees. His twin brother lowered himself next to him, in fear of what was happening to his brother.
“Davy!!!” Dylan screamed “Are you OK? Speak to me!”
He placed his hands on Dylan’s back, which was now the only thing facing the family. As he touched his brother’s back, he could feel something moving underneath the fabric. Davy let out a cry of pain, as Dylan saw his brother’s back widen. It grew.
“Oh my god…is he…is he…?” Justin yelled in surprise.
The fabric of Davy’s t-shirt began to get tighter and tighter, until suddenly, a large tear ripped open the entire back of his shirt, exposing his growing back muscles underneath.
Dylan looked up at Justin. “Yep…it seems like he is growing!”
Davy’s back and shoulders widened as he lats and traps grew larger. The little m-sized shirt could not contain the growing muscles anymore, ripping open at every seam and more. Not only his back was growing, also his arms were filling up with well-deserved muscle. His triceps formed a perfect horse-shoe, while his biceps balled up into extremely large peaks. His growing bull-neck stretched the collar of his shirt to its extremes. It almost suffocated him, which is why he managed to pull it off in one simple tear. The strength in his arms was doubling, tripling, quadrupling in mere seconds.
Not only his upper body was slowly growing, also his legs were ballooning up to epic proportions. His board shorts started ripping at the seams from his growing thighs and glutes. Powerful tree trunk legs replaced the milky white sticks that used to support his full body weight.
Davy was screaming, crying and grunting from pain, but somehow in his screams there was also a sign of pleasure and satisfaction.
As his transformation came to the same sudden halt as it had begun, the 15-year-old muscle behemoth was sitting on all fours on the concrete floor. His twin brother was sitting beside him, getting him through the painful transformation. He was in just as much awe as the rest of the family. Not only that, there was also a very strong sense of sibling jealousy; but for now Dylan decided to support his brother through this painful thing.
“Hey bro…how are you feeling? Is the strange burning sensation gone? It looks like your transformation has stopped…” Dylan asked slowly as he placed his hand once again on his twin brother’s back. Only this time it felt rock-hard, packed with rippling muscles.
A dark laughter came from Davy’s head. He slowly but steadily pushed himself back up. As he sat straight up on the floor, his upper body completely shredded through his t-shirt, next to his brother he couldn’t do more than smile. A grin from ear to ear appeared on his face as he slowly began to inspect his own, newfound, physique. “Oh My Fricking God!” his dark voice boomed as he felt and flexed every muscle in his torso.
He raised his arm, flexed it, felt his biceps, straightened his arm, felt his triceps…then he continued down to his chest, he flexed it, he held his fingers in between the crevices of his pecs, he ran them over his abs, his obliques, he flared out his lats, he ran his hands over his rippling thighs and finally he looked up at his brother.
“Dude!”, his booming voice said, “I feel super!”
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