Phil was always so jealous of his twin brother. How had someone so thin and lacking gotten the attention of such gods that lived with them. He was actually maintaining a relationship with 8 other people who practically worshipped him.
And he’d found his little journal and had pages through it. All he could find were a few notes about who attractive his boyfriends were and their behaviors with clothing. A few of the notes were blurred in his vision, and he couldn’t see it.
Phil sighed. A boring journal for a boring brother. And that was just it. His brother was so...boring. Thin and gangly. 22 and it didn’t look like he’d gone through puberty. Phil examines himself in the mirror. Not as good as the 8 angels down the hall. Phil has always had a hard time explaining to others that his gymnast muscle structure was a twin with a twig.
So he wrote in the book absentmindedly.
“My brother is the epidemic of human attraction. Capable of swooning someone with a wink. He’s 7 feet tall and pure muscle. He has a hairless body. He doesn’t wear any clothes whatsoever.”
Phil looked at his handiwork. A wonderful way to describe his far more attractive brother. Phil always wished he could live up to the standards of Noah. No wonder Noah got all the guys he wanted.
Phil sighed and stared out the window.
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Being the owner of the book, Noah noticed the changes immediately. He fell off of his feet the moment he grew. He feet burst out of his socks violently. He ran to his drawer, but the socks disintegrated before his eyes. His midsection tightened, and exploded outward. His chest heaved, and in one mighty breath his chest ballooned outwards into two beach balls and a series of rocks. He pitched upwards as most of his clothes were destroyed. His only remaining feature were his boxers. Noah felt horny, and his dick punched a hole straight through. His boxers fell to tatters onto the ground.
He walked awkwardly to his bathroom and stared at his lean attractive body. He almost orgasmed to his own image.
Who had written in the book? Only he was aware of changes. The only people he could think to write and describe him like this would be his boyfriend brigade. They wouldn’t be aware of what they were doing either.
He rushed towards their room, nearly toppling Phil to be ground.
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Phil was elated at the sight of his brother. He always had adored the sight. He held the book in his hand and walked downstairs.