Tim walked over and set the jacket down next to Mason. He was a thin and reedy clarinetist, similar in appearance to Tim only 2 days before. Now, however, Tim was so big he no longer fit into it. He wondered if maybe he was even bigger than Jake now? Anyway, he thought Mason could use some change.
"Hey, Mason, I wanted you to have this," Tim said with a handsome smile. "I've outgrown it and thought it would be a nice gift for you."
"Gee, thanks Tim. But I'm not even on the football team. Wouldn't it be kind of weird if I wore that?" Mason asked.
"Hey, I'm not either. But I think they'll accept me, don't you?" Tim said, flexing a massive bicep.
"Well, I'll wear it for your sake. Though something about it feels funny," Mason replied as he slipped the jacket on.
"Glad you like it."
Mason couldn't help but stare at Tim's back as he walked away. The taut muscles, the round and firm butt- he had a great admiration for that, and wondered how Tim had done it so fast. Oh well, he thought, as he headed out the door to school. He didn't even notice the tingling in his muscles.
Mason stumbled in the door, totally exhausted. Band practice had run long today, and his muscles had been aching all day. He was so tired he just needed a nap.
First things first though. Mason went into the bathroom to shower. After a nice hot shower, he climbed out and wrapped himself in a towel. He walked over to the mirror- and what he saw made him scream in shock and surprise.
Firstly, that wasn't his voice. This voice was deep and resonated with power. Then the man in the mirror- it couldn't be him! This guy was 6'6" with a godly body, including boulder pecs, rock-hard abs, football-sized biceps, broad shoulders, a thick neck and shapely, muscular legs. And he was way too hot!
But as Mason studied the handsome features, they started to look vaguely like his. He brought a hand to his chest and rubbed it, feeling the hard muscles beneath.
Was this what happened to Tim? he wondered.
Mason stumbled into his room and slipped the jacket back on. Incredibly, it still fit. Overwhelmed and exhausted, Mason passed out on the bed.
The last thing he wondered was, "What will my brothers say?"