Chris opened the door.
"Hello Buddy!"
It was his colleague George: a 30 year old, 5’10 ginger guy, old rugby player and still sporty. He has brownish eye, strong jaw, and short hair with a beard. His favorite hobby was to express his manly attitude, walking as a confident jock that controls his environment. He never really talked to Chris, only to tell him his last bed adventure with some "hottie girl". He wore his favorite white t-shirt opened at the top and his brown chino.
"Hey, what do you want George? …
-Come on buddy, you have a problem?"
George put a feet inside the house without asking the permission
"I have just forget to give this document to the boss. can you give it tomorrow?
- Sure man.
Whereas Chris got the document back, George spotted the comics Chris still had in the other hand.
"What is it?" He snatched Chris away from the comics
"Look at this! I did not know you are fond of superhero! Haha"
"Give it back to me! George exclaimed
- Wait a minute!
George was skimming the comics. As soon as the comics was in this hands, its content was modifying…
« Look! This guy looks me and... you! We wear the same clothes... and what type of faggot he is! SuperBeefy , hahah. They could have find another name..."
Chris looked at this picture, he was right. The guy looked like George and his alter ego was SuperBeefy: a solid muscle guy in a spandex costume!
"Give me it back! Repeated Chris
-Funny story: apparently, the guy becomes a superhero when he said..."
George, to make fun, took the posture of a superhero, hands on the hip and then said:
"SUPER BEEFY! POWER UP!"
That is was enough to activate the book… Brief lightning strikes emerged from the book and stroke the chest of George. Surprised, he threw away the book and stopped moving as paralyzed.
« What the FUCK! »
Chris stepped backward, captivated by what he was seeing:
George’s body was literally expanding: his pecs were becoming enormous: the shirt became tightly stretched then the top shirt exploded off his torso. It was the same with the arms: the sleeves seemed to wrap up now two balloons.
In a shout of pain or pleasure, George tore off the sleeves letting appeared two monstrous arms. And the same was happening to the pants tearing apart at the seam.
« I AM SUPERBEEFY » George exclaimed with a heroic and profound voice. Then all the layer of his clothes melted and molded his body from his ankles to his neck. The color becomes uniformly emerald green, the top was like a sleeveless compression shirt. George was now two arms apart, eyes closed in a profound ecstasy:
« YEAAAHHHH !!»
A golden « SB » in a rhombus appeared in the middle of his hulky chest where his nipples was closed to drill the costume. Then appeared black boots and gloves, a golden belt and a black mask.
The time seemed to have stopped; Chris blinked several times his eyes to be sure he was not hallucinating.
In front of him was a gargantuan man, still George but with 15kg of muscles more and the aura of a pure hero cleared from him.
« He boy, breath, it is not the first time you see a superhero, isn’t it? » , SuperBeefy asked with his deep voice
« George, is that you? Chris stammered
- Yes, I am but called me SuperBeefy! In this form I have still the memory of my alter ego George. »
SuperBeefy was inspecting his body, looking at this arm stretching in front of him, then he touched his chest, caressed his abs and grasping his prominent crotch.
« Good to be in this form again. Sorry boy, I do not know what happen to me today »
« Strange, thought Chris. He is thinking he has always been a superhero »
- Tell me why I am here body, I have work to do and you do not seem in danger »
Chris explained the story about the comic book, and the power it contains. He omitted the story of the genius; he wanted to keep that secret.
« Humm, indeed I am George, and your colleague but I have the memories of past battles. It is very confusing… «
SuperBeefy stared Chris from the head to toe and smiled.
« Before leaving, let’s check your story »