As the last bell rang, signaling the end of another school day, Tom strolled down the empty hallways with a peculiar swagger. In his pocket, he carried a wand of muscle growth, a curious heirloom from his grandfather that had more to do with fairy tales than family history.
Tom had already witnessed the amazing power of the wand of wishes-muscle growth. All he needed to do was to point the diamond tip of the wand at someone, it could be anyone, and he had to have a desire in his mind for this person to grow big muscles and to gain a substantial amount of physical strength, and his wishes would come true! Then, the person would experience an incredible muscle growth spurt! This was something that would normally take years to accomplish, but with the help of this wand, it would only require just a few seconds. Three years’ worth of lifting heavy weights in the gym would all have the same results as just ten seconds of being showered by the rays of this wand, giving the same results. The targeted person would grow in muscle and strength, and he or she wouldn’t even know or feel any different!
He peeked into a classroom where the chess club's meeting was in session. There, he found Chase, his arm in a sling, looking as forlorn as a knight without a horse. The other boys whispered to Tom about the unfortunate incident involving Chase and a brutish football player's unreasonable demand for homework services.
"They say chess is a game of kings, but what we really need is a knight in shining muscles," one of the boys joked, hoping for a miracle.
Then, one of the boys suggested that they would go and get some snacks from the vending machines, which were placed just outside of the classroom, down the hall. Two of the boys walked out, leaving Tom alone with Chase, who felt very lonely and sad.
With the others away, Tom seized the moment. He pulled out the wand and pointed it at Chase, who looked puzzled. A brilliant blue light zapped from the wand, enveloping Chase's arm. The sling fell to the floor as his arm mended instantly, and then, the real magic began.
At first, Chase looked confused. He had worn the sling for a week, and he knew that his arm was broken. How was it possible then, that he could now move his arm, without feeling any pain? What caused his arm to be healed after only one week in the sling? That wasn’t the only strange thing he felt. His arm suddenly became stronger as well. It became much, much stronger! His biceps and triceps bulged with muscle and his forearms became as thick as bowling pins. He felt a surge of power course through his arms which he had never felt before in his life!
Chase's body swelled with newfound strength, his muscles ballooning to Herculean proportions. His biceps bulged, his abs etched themselves into a solid six-pack, and his legs thickened with powerful sinews. The transformation was so rapid and astonishing that even the textbooks on the shelves seemed to lean in for a closer look.
As Chase looked down at the rest of his athletic physique, he saw nothing but big, thick, mounds of muscle everywhere. Not only that, but he also felt bigger, stronger, and heavier. He felt strength in his arms, his legs and in his chest, which was incredible.
Dressed now in sweatpants and a tank top that struggled to contain his mass, Chase stood up, a teenage titan among pawns and rooks. He flexed an arm, causing a ball of muscle tp swell on his arm which was the size of a bowling ball, marveling at his new power, and declared, "No more checkmates by bullies. This chess club has its own king's guard now."
The boys returned, snacks in hand, to find a transformed Chase, who promised to be their shield against any adversary. Tom, with a grin as wide as the chessboard, slapped a high five that echoed through the room. He then slipped away, leaving behind a scene straight out of a comic book, where brains and brawn had found an unlikely alliance on the checkered battlefield.