Everything felt in slow motion. A long bolt of hot blue light leapt out of the wand’s sapphire jewel. Tom and Jake both watched it sail right past Tom’s arm, strike the mirror and race back to the source. The electric stream enveloped Jake as it struck him powerfully in the chest. Immense waves of sensation overcame Jake’s little eight year old body.
It felt as if his whole body vibrated violently, even though he was standing perfectly still. Jake even dropped the wand at his feet. Every muscle swelled in a maelstrom. Jake’s body was quickly being overcome with huge, blistering muscles. Every vein in his body immediately rose to the surface of his taught, fair skin. Enormous cannons erupted where Jake’s thin arms once were. His sleeves ripped instantly. The veins could barely reach around the thick ripples of each and every tendon of muscle.
His chest ripped his shirt in half without any effort at all. As the enormous slabs of meat continued to swell, even his nipples, now rock solid, ripped through strands of the shirt as they were violently forced to point straight down.
Jake’s abdomen became an impenetrable wall of solid boulders. Each heaping rock neatly stacked one on top of the other, accented by an enormous V-shaped ravine on either hip. Pushing down through his legs, his pants were also defenseless against the onslaught of strength building up inside of the eight year old titan. His upper legs ripped his pants off as quickly as they could, exposing a field of smooth, fair skin thinly guarding a million threads of tightly wound bulges. Each legs shoved the other as they violently filled their own space. Even his calves dared to touch as each became an enormous diamond barely hanging off the back of each leg.
The final victims of this ruthless assault were Jake’s socks and tennis shoes. Even his feet had engorged in veins and muscle which mercilessly destroyed their cramp prison. Jake was completely bare, surrounded by shredded taters of cloth. Looking at him now, there were only two things that distinguished Jake from an Olympian God: his excessively boyish face and the fact that he was still only four feet, eight inches tall.
Jake stood in wonder at what had just occurred. He couldn’t speak, but he could feel. He felt the immense weight of his body pulse with god like strength even though he was standing still. Every flinch and twitch of his muscles brought about violent waves of strength he knew had no match on this earth. Every breath he took, heaved his enormous torso inches in the air before he finally released them. And one thing was now absolutely clear to Jake:
“YOU WERE RIGHT!”
Jake hadn’t meant to shout. He was just really, REALLY excited. His heart was racing faster and faster. It pounded with such force that Jake could hear it in his ears.
Tom merely stood still, staring blankly. Jake was shocked. “Didn’t you hear me Tom! You—were—RIGHT!”
Jake stood excited, arms open, pulsing with unbelievable size and strength. He was completely dumbfounded at Tom’s silence. Tom’s eyes slowly fell upon the wand near Jake’s feet. Tom saw right through the confetti of clothing that partially covered the wand.
Finally, after his long silence, Tom spoke softly, never taking his eyes off the wand. “So, who grew?”
“What?!”
Tom flinched. This time, he wasn’t looking at the wand. He was looking at his own feet. “I wasn’t holding the wand when it flashed. That means, whatever changed, only you know about it.”
Jake was speechless. Tom stepped closer, but even Jake noticed a new timidness that he had never seen before. “For as long as I can remember, I have always been thin. Then, just a few minutes ago, with the power of the wand, I grew myself slightly larger. I also remember growing you with the wand. But to be honest, I don’t know why I did. You have always been so much larger than me… so much larger than everyone… that I can’t imagine why I would want to give you even more size.”
“What are you saying Tom?! I just grew this big two seconds ago! Before this, I was even smaller than you.”
Tom grinned, but didn’t dare lift his eyes. “Really? So, it was you that grew this time? No wonder you couldn’t believe me. If I didn’t already know the truth of the wand, I wouldn’t believe you now.”
Tom forced himself one step closer. It was obviously difficult for him to get this close to Jake, but Jake still hadn’t figured out why. “As I said earlier, in my memories, you were always huge. I remember when you were two how you crushed every crayon in a 64 pack just by merely holding it. It frustrated you so much that the crayons were so fragile.
“I remember when you were five how you lost your temper and broke the dining table in half with one swing of your fist. I also remember a life time of doing everything you asked me to do for fear that the next thing you would break would be my neck.”
Jake’s eyes of excitement suddenly mellowed into wells of regret for a life he had never known. “I—I did all those things?”
Tom only nodded.
“But Tom. I’m not that person. I’m not the monster you remember. I’m just me. I remember a life whereI didn’t break the dining room table, I broke my arm when I fell out of a tree. You were the first person there when I screamed, and you stayed with me the entire time until the doctors forced you to go away.
“I remember a brother that always looked out for me even when I didn’t need looking after. I remember the best biggest brother in the whole world!”
Jake took one heavy step forward, his mighty feet pummeling the carpet. In an instant his enormous arms enveloped his big brother in the tightest embrace Tom had ever felt. Tom was surrounded by the thickest and most dense wall of muscle he had ever known. A lifetime a fear was washing away into tears, and it was all thanks to the wand.
Jake wanted to squeeze his brother as hard as he could. But even he knew that he could easily crush Tom with even an involuntary spasm. As he held his brother, Jake felt his chest moisten. Moments later, he could hear soft sobs. Tom’s head was cradled on Jake’s enormous shoulder’s, but the tears had trickled their way to his nipple, slowly dripped off to the ground.
“I believe you Jake. I believe you.”
Even Jake couldn’t help but get emotional. His eyes weld up. “And I believe YOU Tom.”
After an eternity in heartwarming silence, Jake released his brother. Tom held his head up higher than he ever had (in this reality) and looked down upon his enormous brother. “You really are enormous Jake.”
Tom reached out to touch Jake, but hesitated. “It’s ok Tom. I want you to feel how strong I am and know that I would never use it to hurt you.”
Tom finally planted his hand on Jake’s chest and was instantly stopped by it. Even without flexing, Jake’s muscles were hard as steel. Tom tried to push his fingers through but couldn’t budge a single tendon. “I can barely feel that.”
Jake was equally amazed at the size and strength under his control. Tom then grabbed Jake’s arm and tried to squeeze it. Even his veins didn’t budge. “You are so solid. It’s so incredible.”
Jake grinned. “Watch this. Keep holding my arm.”
Tom obeyed and gripped Jake’s arm as hard as he could. Jake could only feel a slight touch. Jake then slowly lifted his arm out to his side. The whole time, Jake could only hold on. He felt the muscle underneath reshape itself, but it was still hard as rock. Then finally, Jake flex his bicep and slowly curled it into a ball. Tom’s mouth dropped as his fingers were forced together by the expanding mound. He had even less of a grip on Jake’s arm than he did before.
“I never realized just how strong you are. I knew that you were. But now, I really REALLY know.”
Tom’ stood transfixed, holding onto Jake’s arm. Jake couldn’t help but think about the possibilities. What would they do next?
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