"I wish that we were the same age, no, that I was 18.." As soon as Peyton finished the sentence, the gum was in his mouth. He chewed and chewed the kiwi flavoured gum, but nothing seemed to change.
"Look Peyton", Mia whispered, "what would you say if I ever wanted to f... liked you?". Her face turned red as she twirled her brown hair.
Peyton put his hand over his mouth and looked somewhat excited. "DO YOU LIKE ME???", he practically screamed, and checked his voice. It seemed so much lower, and masculine. "IiI...rEAllY lIke yoU tO!" It continued to crack. He looked down at his blue Adidas shorts, and felt his already meaty thighs become swollen. He cried out as his femur crunched and lengthens, and his calves swell as well. His legs seem to gain at least 8 inches as his hips are now above Mia's. His feet burst his running shoes, and leave them in tatters. His swollen legs seem to lose fat, and turn red as sweat drips from them.
"Mia, help Me, it hurts a lOT." Peyton's voice did not seem to help his dignity, and his shorts looked like they would nearly tear. His chubby torso gained in size, and he fell to his knees. Mia could now see his thighs were not fat, but very defined. They continued to shred and he looked like an he played rugby or something from the waist down. His spine stretched about 10 inches, and he screamed as his ribs and back audibly cracked. His shoulders broadened, and sent tears down the back of his shirt. His neck strained, and when he looked up from the ground, his once chubby face had been replaced by the most handsome looking mother-fucker Mia had ever layed eyes upon.
Beet-red, Peyton started to get up. His torso started to lose fat as well, and his nipples peeked through his shirt as his pecs became sculpted.
His forearms thicked, along with his biceps and triceps. Peyton was massive, but appeared lean as his height of 6'2 balanced it out. His hair had styled itself, faded around the back and sides, shaved a part on his left side, and swept to the right.
Mia missed the curls, but didn't mind. Mia had never wished he would become a hunk, but I guess if they both waited, they would've looked like this one way or another.
"So you like me?" he asked as he got to his feet. His body grew some hair; stuble on his now chiseled jaw, some on his calved, thighs and chest. The last thing to update was his nether regions.
Mia was still in a state of disbelief. Peyton towered over the brunette. As she looked him up and down, he tore of his shirt. His shorts followed suit, but on the accord of his improved third leg. It was a decent size, 9 inches long and 6 in circumference. It was attempting to poke out of his grey boxers, but he adjusted them.
She nodded, reaching for his cock. The two new teenagers locked eyes, as Mia...