Like Frank and Darius, I stumbled back after feeling something hit me in the chest. Quickly, I felt a wave of heat wash through my body, quickly followed by the feeling of my body swelling.
Like Frank, I shot up in height, but passed him quickly and only stopping when I was at least over six and a half feet tall. This increase in height as rapidly followed with my muscle ballooning all across my body. My shoulders widened to the point I would have to turn sideways to go through many doors, my deltoids now the size of basketballs. My back hardened pushing out while my pectorals bulged blocking my view of my eight brick like abs. My legs grew until they were closer to granite column, with thighs that forced me to widen my stance and calves developing into footballs. My arms inflated, giving me forearms like hams and biceps that were at least twenty inches. The finally my neck grew thicker and hair grew all over my body, but not to the extent as Darius. Instead of hiding my musculature, the body hair seemed to enhance it.
While the rest of my body was inflating with muscle, my face was also changing. My jaw grew wider, with my baby fat and acne disappearing and being replaced with thick brown stubble. Not a full beard like Darius, but a good bit more than Frank. Like Frank, I did not develop any wrinkles though.
“No fair. Why didn’t become as old as me?”
“Because my parents were twenty-one when I was born, so now I’m only 37.” I replied, testing out my baritone voice.
While I had been focused on my own transformation, the rest of the boys had also been changed. Henry, now in his late twenties, had gone from a twig to a beast standing at about my hight, but with a swimmers build. Rick, a sixth grader, had ended up a few years older than me and while on the short side, his muscles made him look like an olympic wrestler, and he was even hairier then Darius. The other five boys had also been hit, each having aged between twenty to thirty years. Only Darius was not over the 45 year mark.
Grabbing some clothes out of the boxes, I torn the rags I had been wearing during the transformation off. However, I was stopped when I got a full view of my newly bloated member. Hanging between my thighs was the biggest dick that was currently on display; with balls the size of baseballs, I watched as it swelled before my eyes finally stopping around the twelve inch mark and as thick as a beer can. Seeing the rest of the boys pulling off their old clothes, I could see how each boy was now a man.
Pushing that thought out of my head, I slipped on some briefs and a tank top. Unfortunately, both the briefs and the tank top hid nothing. The tank top looked to be painted onto my chest, showing my well defined abs clearly, and the briefs were having a difficult time containing me. For many of the other boys, this was also true. None of the garments were really large enough for how much we had developed.
“Hey, Frank. Which cabin does Mr Turin and the rest of these scientist stay in?”
“Number 15, right over their.” Frank replied pointing at a cabin just twenty yards away. “Why?”
“Because I want some pants and the are the only people with cloth that might fit.” I replied turning and head to the building.
Fortunately, the door was unlocked, and I was able to walk in and look around. Hearing others behind me, I turned and saw the other nine guys standing in the doorway. Walking over to one of the trunks, I opened it and rummage around until I found some blue jeans. Pulling out a few pairs, I threw them at the guys few looked like they would best fit and then went to the next trunk and the next until we all had jeans that were at least close to our new sizes.
The jeans I found to wear were slightly short, but they fit around my new muscular butt and thin waist. Unfortunately, the jeans did not leave anything to the imagination, easily outlining my huge cock.
Walking out the the cabin, I looked around. The transformed men slowly came out of the cabin, some looking relieved to be wear something other than briefs and a tank top, but all of them look at a loss as to what to do now. However, as I stood there, I watched as Darius started to walk off in the direction of some of the other cabins.
“Hey Darius, where you going?”
“To grab my wallet. I got the keys to the camp van.” He replied showing me. “If I’m going to have to be this old, I’m at least going to enjoy myself.”
“What does that mean?”
Turning around, “I’m going to go and get drunk.” Darius answered with a smile showing through his thick facial hair.