Rob was so excited by his new superhero size pecs that his new enhanced manhood was rock hard and begging for some attention. He knew he needed to try to open his zipper or somehow get his hand down his pants, which were becoming too tight by the second.
Rob glanced in the mirror and realized all this effort made it look like he was trying to do a most muscular pose. The bathroom door flew open and in walked one of Rob’s classmates, Neil Wheeler. Neil had black hair, was very skinny, always wore tight black clothes, and always had a bad attitude.
Neil took one look at Rob and said, “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? You can’t go a whole day without whipping your shirt off and checking out your stupid muscles?”. Rob brought his arms up into a double bicep pose, smiled, and said, “If you had guns like these wouldn’t you walk around shirtless?”. Neil just rolled his eyes and said, “Are you using your ‘big guns’ to try and distract me from noticing your scrawny chicken legs?”.
Rob couldn’t believe he had all of these muscles and a huge dick and he still wasn’t getting respect. Overcome with rage Rob grabbed Neil by the shirt and picked him up off the ground with one hand. Trying to stabilize himself, Neil grabbed around. One hand ended up grabbing Rob’s belt and his fingers brushed up against Rob’s underwear. Neil’s other hand ended up holding one of Rob’s beefy pecs. Rob looked down and smirked. “I bet you wish you could have pecs like these?”.
Neil started to think about it when lighting shot out sending Rob and Neil flying to opposite sides of the bathroom. Rob had no idea what happened but decided it was time to put his shirt on and get to class.
As Rob reached for his shirt he glanced in the bathroom mirror and noticed….