“Hugo,” Jordan said. “How would you describe yourself?”
“The runt of a litter,” he grumbled. Hugo had grown up on a farm, one where his inability to be...anything isolated him from his family.
“What about your enormous feet?” Jordan asked. “Bigger than anyone in your family. Maybe the biggest in the world!”
Hugo’s feet escaped out of his socks. There, they grew out quickly, beyond anything Jordan had ever seen. They dwarfed Hugo’s tiny body as the sat there.
“I guess you’re right,” Hugo said, staring down at his feet. “They aren’t too bad.”
“You bet,” Jordan said slyly. “With such muscular legs, you’d need those feet to help support you.”
On cue, his legs bulged out. Muscle ripples through them up to his waist. The shorts Hugo had been wearing remained, but were slightly torn. Hugo absentmindedly stared down at his legs and nodded in recognition.
“They are a bit strange,” he noted. “Strongest I’ve ever come across.”
“And your chest,” Jordan fervently explained. “It’s just so muscular with your ten pack and pecs.”
Hugo’s upper body expanded upwards. His once large spandex shirt strained as two bulges appeared in his upper chest and tight abs beneath them. The shirt was durable though and didn’t tear, disappointing Jordan.
“With muscles like that,” Jordan said now staring at his roommate. “I know why you’ve never worn a shirt in your life.”
Almost like magic, the shirt Hugo was wearing seemed to meld into his skin exposing all of his muscular glory. Hugo scratched his chest absentmindedly. His chest was absolutely hairless, a biproduct of his original inadequacy. His new chest did however expose his comically scrawny arms.
“Those arms are just magnificently strong,” Jordan said. “No wonder they’re so big.”
Like the rest of his body, Hugo’s arms muscles up into strong hardy hands.
“You bet,” Hugo said flexing them. He head however looked lacking, and he looked very pale all around himself.
“You’re just such an attractive man,” Jordan said. “With your tan, perfect neck and face, you’re probably the most attractive guy on earth.”
And with that, Hugo’s muscles smoothed and became defined, his face molded, his neck now matched his body. His skin tanned as he smiled a perfect smile. Hugo laughed a hearty laugh towards Jordan before turning his attention back to his show.
“And you have your set of syndromes too right?” Jordan asked.
“Not that I know of,” Hugo replied in a deep masculine voice.
“Well you have Formicidae’s syndrome I thought,” Jordan said coming up with a name. “You act proportionally like and ant. Can’t you lift something like 5000 times your weight and run like 600 times your height in a second? It affects something like 1 in a trillion people.”
“Of course,” Hugo said. He looked over at Jordan. “I had forgotten about that one.”
Hugo stood up and in what felt like a large gust of wind stood in the exact same place. In his hand was a soda can and he sat back down. Jordan was taken over by an extreme scent of body odor.
“And your Olfactia Sydrome,” Jordan said covering his nose. “Where you release a wonderful smelling body odor as opposed to a horrid one. It affects about a third of men.”
Suddenly the smell was gone. Jordan couldn’t put his finger on what the smell was, but it smelled beautiful and permeated the room.
“Well,” Hugo said standing up. “I guess I’ll go on my daily jog. I’ll be back in like three and a half hours as usual.”
Hugo walked to he door put on some enourmous shoes and sped off with a loud bang. Jordan was giddy with excitement. He walked over to Hugo’s side of the room. Everything was changed. All of his clothes were much bigger in his drawers. There was no sign of any shirts. Trophies lined his shelves. Where Hugo had had a small photo of him helping out his father carrying a hay bail, a new photo of just him lay holding it up with ease.