Mr. Mendes, horrified and desperate, fiddled with his belt. His bulging thighs and widening hips were forcing the belt to fight his sudden growth. The increasingly frequent sound of tearing fabric and strained leather shot through the air. The panicking Mr. Mendes was becoming clumsier and clumsier with his bloating, sweaty biceps, inflating someone some invisible man was blowing deep breaths of air into them. Mendes moaned and struggled as the increasing pressure from his growing arm muscles against his hairy puffed up pectorals made him feel a new sense of desperation. With his new herculean strength, Mendes tore the belt off of his mounding body. "Oh god no," he thought as he realized that his shorts were far too constricted by his ballooning musculature. Mendes whimpered in a bizarre alloy of fierce pleasure and burning pain as he felt his torn shorts finally give up as they exploded open and fell to his feet.
His muscles still growing, Mendes was about to scream when he turned and saw Ric and Josh. Ric, who had been completely aghast by his transforming counselor, snapped back to attention when he made eye contact with his terror-filled brown eyes. Ric chanted the spell to end Mendes' growth. Mr. Mendes was holding onto the counter as he felt the erotic waves coursing through his body beginning to level off. He was left a hot, sweaty, panting mess as the boys stared. They realized that they had morphed their lean, skinny counselor into a ludicrously huge, hulking muscle man. At 5'9" and 280 pounds, he looked like an absurdly beefed up professional bodybuilder. His arms were bulging with muscle to the point that Mr. Mendes couldn't properly place them at his sides. His lats were too thick. His pecs had blown up to become massive globular pillows hanging off his body; a dark forest of thick chest hair still matted to the beef and wet with his sweat. The boys didn't think Mr. Mendes would be able to see his feet. His previously faint abs had become an eight pack, absurdly and incredibly defined. The legs that had previously managed to burst their way out of Mendes' shorts had grown from chicken legs into mighty tree trunks, covered in a light dusting of dark brown fur. All Mr. Mendes did was stare down at his pecs, bouncing them in stunned in disbelief at the enormous muscle man he had become. As he muttered, "Jesus Christ," he realized that his voice had sunken to a baritone pitch. His eyes shifted to Ric and Josh, and embarrassment began to occupy his mind. His muscles had just grown to the point of his clothes bursting and they had seen it! He began to freak out. Would they tell their mother? Why did this happen to my body? Was it a spell? With that, Mr. Mendes noticed the spell book they were holding. Mr. Mendes breathed in, causing his massive chest to rise and fall, and breathed out. He did his best to calm down now. He knew now that they had simply cast a spell on him. Not wanting to scare the boys with his hulking, intimidating frame, he did his best to lumber his bodybuilder physique over and politely asked them what they were doing with his spell book.