The cabin, seeing Will's desires, decided to grant them - all that and more, but in a way ironic given some of Will's other wants for his future. It would be interesting, the ghostly energy decided, if Will was made to confront himself in a less intelligent context. To grow older and bigger and stronger...but to lose out on that vaunted intelligence.
Will suddenly twisted and turned on the bed and gasped as he felt the heat ratchet up in the room. He tried to reach for the window to try and get it open, but every time he did he felt a muscle spasm rush through him that led to his hand awkwardly bumping into the window itself. "Ah...Ah...!" Will gripped at his shirt and desperately tussled with it amidst the heat and the increasingly common muscle spasms, the young man's whole body seeming to be pulsing and alive.
Will finally managed to get the shirt off and breathed...just in time to look down and see his muscles tensing, untensing, pulsing...and growing. It took a moment for it to register what exactly was happening to him before he collapsed back on to the bed, teeth tight in his mouth and almost biting his tongue. His whole body...oh, it ached! He gripped his head and felt his hair starting to grow out more voluminous and soft to the touch, "Ohhh my...my hair it's...it's changing too!? What's happening to me!?"
Everything felt like he'd worked it out to the limits of his abilities and beyond. Nothing like what he'd ever felt before even in the most demanding of his PE classes in high school. Will twisted and turned and felt his legs crash feet first into the front of the bed, making him aware he grew another three and a half inches, putting him just over six foot two inches tall. He groaned and looked at his hands, seeing them broaden and strengthen from years of working out.
His face sharpened and became handsome in the fashion less of an actor more of that of a handsome male porn star; his was a look of willowy and fuckable appreciation, not someone to be brought home to a relationship, but the kind of mixed effeminate / masculine look common to night clubs and ill-reputed raves.
His muscles likewise began to suit the role of more of a narcissistic user of various substances to enhance his muscular appearance purely for aesthetic appreciation in the sack. His stomach pushed out slightly and his abs toned into a drastic powerful relief, obliques carving themselves into existence compounded by a scream of pleasure from Will. His shoulders and back toned up to a great degree, becoming the markers of a man who wanted to really fill out a shirt whenever he actually wore one, boulder shoulders and a nice, ripped back for appreciation when the camera dithered there during a pan up shot.
His pectorals swelled at all points - upper, middle and lower pectorals growing to a shirt stretching amount, toned and powerful. He gasped when he accidentally felt his nipples, the jangling nerves there making the newly eighteen year old stud quiver with pleasure.
His arms swelled up with muscle, biceps and triceps making any hope of getting his old shirt back on a fruitless endeavor. His forearms would feel the burn as veins shot through them and they packed on muscle and tone from numerous exercises.
His legs swelled to a great size, quads and thighs making his pants the next thing to join his shirt on the floor - he'd almost collapsed into a screaming fit of profanity when his legs started growing, and then only moaned when he felt his glutes grow in and almost blow out the back of his boxers from the sheer size of them. These were the glutes of a man who always cared about putting on a show.
Will gripped at his chest and abs as he felt his body hair - or whatever he'd managed to grow - recede and vanish from his body even down to his pubes. His whole form was drastically more sensitive now, and it was all he could do to stop himself from outright humping the bed to completion of his need.
And then the transformation seemed to complete itself. Will felt the heat recede and he slowly pulled himself up slick with sweat from a whole pool of it on the bed. He whispered to himself when he saw the sweat pool, "Aww shit..."
But then he saw what became of him in the room's mirror. He grinned wide and flexed his arms, "I-I can't believe it," He started and tilted his body to get a good look at himself, "I'm...I'm hot! Look at all this...!" He looked down at his groin and chuckled, "And look at YOU. Damn I put on some size down there..."
He started to feel an odd buzzing sensation though and when he went to find some new clothes, he kept looking down at his groin, "I-I could beat off and then put on clothes." Will felt increasingly drawn to the idea, and before long he was lightly pawing at his groin, covered by the thinnest layer of boxer fabric.
"I-I really should you know uh...uh, try and figure out what's like, goin' on here. But..." Will looked down at his groin and the huge impression made in his boxers, "But I gotta take care of this first, right? I mean...I gotta cum..."
The boxers were shredded off of him and Will let out a relieved sigh as he felt himself beat his meat. Why bother with these concerns? Why bother trying to figure out why he was like this when he liked being like this now. He was hot! And wasn't that what mattered? Will tried to think back to his schooling to ground himself and get a grip, and he found he could barely think of it when he had his cock in his hand.
"I-I can't..." He murmured, "Ooh, I wanna cum...I'm so fucking hot! Could I cum just from flexing my big-ass muscles?" He chuckled somewhat dumbly as he thought about that. He tried to get himself under control, but nothing could stop him from thinking to these topics. He wanted to enjoy himself, and was that really so bad after going so long as the "good nerdy kid"? Maybe he deserved to have some time as...uh...yeah...
He kept rubbing...