"Nah you guys do what you need to do, I think I'm gonna head out."
"Alright Tom, see you later!" replied Alex, as the two parted ways.
Tom followed after Michael and Molly, who went in their own direction, while Tom went to a different neighborhood in a different direction.
Now that he'd seen really what the wand was capable of, he knew of someone who was perfect to receive a dose of it's power, perhaps even multiple doses. A friend of his little brother, Jake, named Taylor. The poor kid had been diagnosed with muscular dystrophy, specifically the Duchenne variety. It hadn't started that way, a couple years ago Taylor was like any other boy, but it had progressed rapidly in the couple years since it had begun affecting him. Now Taylor would rarely make it to school anymore, and often times required help breathing with a ventilator, let alone just how weak and enfeebled he had become in general.
Still now Tom had a way of helping Taylor feel better, of fixing him, of giving him a stronger, better life, of making sure he never remembered suffering with that awful disorder, and have the strength to have whatever fun he wanted.
"Hey, Mrs. Smith, is Taylor here?" asked Tom, "How's he doing today?"
"He's having an easier day, but he is asleep right now. So if you need anything, try to keep it brief and not tire him out, alright?"
"Of course Mrs. Smith. Thanks."
Tom came inside and headed to Taylor's room, who slept on the ground floor now due to needing a wheelchair sometimes to get around more easily. The dark haired, pale skinned boy slept, an oxygen mask over his face, a heart monitor beeping steadily, and otherwise showing just how close to the edge he truly looked.
That would stop now. Tom pointed the wand at Taylor and held it. That same familiar beam of magical energy shot forth, but this time not only did it hit it's target (unlike the oddities with Michael before), the beam held.
Time froze, as always. Taylor's body and room began to change. Almost immediately as he reached back to a healthy size for his 8 years, the medical equipment vanished, and Taylor's room began to resemble that of a normal boy his age. But things were far from finished, far, far from finished.
Taylor's body started to actually gain muscle, making him quickly look rather athletic for his age, then he started to get muscular, bulges appearing under his clothes as they got filled up, pecs, biceps, abs, shoulders, calves, the whole works. But it did not stop, if anything the process only sped up. Taylor's clothes shifted, becoming a sleeveless shirt and athletic shorts, giving Tom more of a view of the growing muscle boy in front of him, as Taylor was to the point he could outmuscle most teenage guys at this point, and some weaker end adults!
The room was changing to match the more athletic life Taylor lived, but it kept changing as he grew too. It was such a fascinating process, Tom almost wished he could reach out and touch Taylor's body as he grew, just to give an idea, a notion of what it must feel like to be putting on SO much muscle. But he held fast and kept the process right on going. The muscle was really getting packed onto him.
Tom kept this going until Taylor more or less matched about how big Michael had been grown to, figuring that if he wanted to go further later, he could. With that, he stopped growing Taylor more, letting time start anew, and finally stepping closer to Taylor, who was still asleep. He couldn't help but gingerly place a finger between the enormous pecs Taylor now had, as Michael had been working out before, thus Tom did not have any real chance to get an actual view of what all that muscle was 'like'. His finger nearly VANISHED between Taylor's pecs! They must've been 2...no, 3 inches deep, completely relaxed! If Taylor flexed his chest,, Tom's whole hand might end up caught between them! Even relaxed, Tom could feel two distinct, thick layers of pectoral muscles beneath Taylor's skin. He was so utterly packed with muscle that the wand had altered his anatomy to allow him to put on even MORE muscle. In fact that seemed to apply to most muscles across Taylor's whole body, like his arms, his shoulders, his legs, his back, even his abs seemed to do the same thing, making every muscle stand out even more, despite the fact that Taylor was still sound asleep.
So with that, Tom...
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