Without warning, Mr. Turin had pointed the device at me and shot. 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. Then 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.