This choice: He grows bigger instantly, filling out his wife beater, into a fitness model • Go Back... Chewing the last piece of his steak, Jerome couldn’t understand why the entire family was looking at him with surprise in their eyes. “What?”
Justin, being the one who shot him, decided to break the silence. “Uhm…you…you feel OK, buddy?”
Jerome laughed as he swallowed the meat. “Sure, I feel fantastic! Great steak, mr. Smith!”
Frank, having also noticed what had just happened, shook his head to get back to reality. “Oh…uhm…thanks! Glad you like it!”
“So…you don’t feel anything? Any different?” Justin continued to query.
“No, why should I?” Jerome replied still unknown to what hit him.
“So you didn’t notice it?” Dylan asked, who had been staring at Jerome’s chest, the point of impact of the blue beam, for the last minute or so.
Jerome looked down at his chest. He scratched it with his right hand as he felt an itch, causing his slightly developed pec to twitch as he moved his arm. Then he looked back up at Dylan, as there was nothing on his chest to see. “Noticed what?”
“I…I shot you…”, Justin added as he picked up the gun from the floor, “…with this!”
“What do you mean, you shot me?” Jerome asked slightly offended.
“I didn’t mean to…I just…I accidentally pulled the trigger…” Justin defended.
“Well, what is it? Did you hit me?”
“I don’t know what it is…”
“And it hit you straight in the chest…” Dylan added, who was still staring at Jerome’s chest. He could swear he saw something move.
Jerome scratched it again. “Well…since it didn’t kill me, and I don’t feel anything, it must have been something innocent.”
“I guess you’re right…” Justin said as he inspected the gun for any inscriptions or clues that could lead him to an answer. He found nothing, so he decided to put the gun back in the box and place the box on the ground under the table.
As the entire ordeal seemed to be about nothing, the family calmed down from the shock and continued with the dinner. Jerome, having already downed two steaks, took a third…and a fourth. He was extra hungry. Every now and then, however, he had to scratch the strange itch on his chest. He dismissed it as a mosquito bite or something like that.
As Jerome was cleaning his mouth with a napkin after he had finished his fourth steak, and the rest of the family had already finished eating for the last 10 minutes, Justin padded his buddy on the stomach.
“Where are you keeping all those steaks? You must be bloated!”
To Justin’s surprise, however, Jerome’s stomach didn’t feel bloated at all. Through the fabric of his wife beater he could clearly feel hard ridges of muscle. Out of shock he removed his hand as he looked as his buddy’s stomach. Faintly through the tight fabric, he could definitely see abs forming.
“Dude! Stop flexing your stomach…I know you work out…” Justin said as he knuckle-punched his buddy on the shoulder. It too felt harder.
Jerome looked at his buddy in surprise. “What do you mean? I’m not flexing…”
Justin, surprised by the hardness of his buddy’s skin, looked at him with disbelief. “Oh really, you don’t call this flexing?” he said as he grabbed the bottom of his buddy’s wife beater and pulled it up slightly to reveal his stomach. A perfectly defined six-pack appeared from under his buddy’s wife beater, just as dark brown as the rest of his skin.
Amber, who was still seated opposite Jerome, couldn’t believe her eyes as her brother had exposed Jerome’s abs. She had always wanted to see Jerome shirtless; this was a good start. She let out a soft “wow!”
“No, just feel it. As sorry as I am to break it to you, but this is my stomach not flexed…” Jerome said as he grabbed Justin’s hand and placed it on his stomach. Justin, amazed by the hardness, felt that he was telling the truth. He could dent the abs if he pressed and he felt they weren’t as hard as they could be.
“But how…you were never this ripped…” he started asking, when his buddy intervened.
“THIS is what they feel like flexed!” Jerome explained as he started tightening his stomach. Justin’s hand felt the muscles underneath the skin react instantly, growing bigger and harder within a mere second. The crevices between his individual abs grew deeper as his abs became more defined, more visual.
“But..but…how…” Justin’s reaction began as he started feeling up his buddy’s stomach all over.
Amber, not able to contain herself any longer, let out a loud “WOW! OH MY GOD!”
The rest of the family, who were doing their own thing, looked up at Amber and followed her stare towards Jerome’s hard, clearly defined six-pack. They all looked at it with amazement and jealousy.
Jerome visually enjoyed all the attention as a large smile appeared on his face, exposing his shiny white teeth. “You see, Justin, what did I tell you? You need to start working out to get the attention you deserve…”
“But…but…Jerome, have you looked at yourself already?!” Justin stammered as he took in the rest of his buddy’s body. Somehow, it seemed larger; he seemed to fill his wife beater with more muscle than before.
Jerome looked down at his buddy’s face, who was inspecting his body with care, as he continued to look down at his own physique. He knew he had a more defined physique than Justin, but what he saw even blew HIS mind.
His six-pack, still exposed for everyone to see, looked extremely cut and dry. Every individual ridge of muscle was clearly visible with zero body fat. On either side of his abs, he could see obliques he didn’t even know he had before. He tilted the upper part of his torso to tighten them, not believing his own eyes. With his free left hand, he felt this ridges of his obliques and abs over and over again. “But…but…” he stammered as he couldn’t quite understand where this definition came from.
As Jerome felt his own stomach up and down, Justin looked on at the arm attached to his friend’s hand. Jerome always had bigger arms than Justin; and he was constantly reminded of this by him. But the arms he saw now were even larger than Justin could remember. Without thinking he grabbed Jerome´s upper left arm with his right hand and squeezed it to check its hardness.
“DUDE!! Look at these!” he yelled still holding on to the arm.
Jerome, shifting his focus from his obliques to his upper arm, screamed from joy, surprise and satisfaction. “WHAT THE FUCK!?!”
He made a fist of his left hand and flexed the arm as hard as he could. Justin was still holding on to his upper arm, but as Jerome’s biceps grew his hand was pushed open.
“They’re huge and rock-hard!!” Justin concluded. He let go of his buddy’s arm, who in return started to feel up his upper arm with his own hand.
“What happened to me?!” he questioned as he felt the hardness of his new body.
The entire family had been looking on in awe, as Jerome discovered his newly grown physique. The girls looked on in admiration, while the boys all looked on in jealousy.
“Could this be the gun I shot you with?!?” Justin remarked as he suddenly remembered what had happened to his buddy right before the transformation.
“You think?!?” Jerome queried as he moved his hand over other parts of his body to inspect if they had become bigger. His chest, his shoulders, his thighs…every single part of his physique had increased in size considerably. He felt his clothes hugging tighter around his body.
“That’s all I can think of…” Justin said as he looked at the box with the gun inside under the table.
Then Jerome, still seated in the chair behind the table, noticed his reflection in one of the windows of the house. Curious to see what he looked like, he stood up and walked over to the window. The family looked on as he walked much different than before. He was definitely wider, he had a certain swagger and his arms hang further away from his body as his back was spread out more. The wife beater, which had already looked good on him before, was filled to the max with much more muscle than before.
When he stood in front of the window, giving him a perfect full-size reflection of his body, he took off his wife beater completely and looked in awe at his own shirtless torso staring back at him. He couldn’t help but flex some of his new muscles similarly to what a body builder would do, just to show their size.
“Dang…I’m ripped!”
As he continued performing some body building poses he noticed something in the reflection move. The lid of the box under the table was opened and someone was holding the gun in his hands…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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