Kyle awoke to a voice from downstairs.
"Kyle, are you home? It's me, Drew!" the voice called. It was a deep and authoritative voice and sounded nothing like the brother Kyle knew.
With a slight tremble in his voice, he yelled back, "I'm here!"
"Well, come on down! I wanted to say hi."
Kyle walked down the stairs and towards the source of the voice. He jerked to a halt in the hallway as he glimpsed Drew. At least, he thought it was Drew.
The man he saw was 6'4", like the skinny geek brother he knew. But that was the only similarity. This guy was debonair handsome, with styled black hair and a strong face. He had a big muscular body to which his clothes clung tightly, especially his shirt and sculpted torso.
"Going shirtless, eh? Good idea. It's hot outside," said the man, peeling off his shirt to reveal giant pecs, concrete abs, and meaty biceps.
Kyle was stunned. Perhaps he shouldn't have been after his own aging and transformation, but this god who claimed to be his weakling brother was too much to handle. He fell to the floor in a faint.