Justin realized he didn’t have a choice. If he failed to come through, Coach Denton would expose what he’d been doing to everyone. He couldn’t risk it, even if it meant losing control over his creation.
So that Friday, Justin appeared at football practice with a trunk load of his formulas. Coach Denton was pleased.
But Justin said, “Coach, I haven’t been able to do human testing yet.”
No problem for the coach. He called over a skinny boy named Trevor. Trevor was 17, a senior, and had a handsome face. But he was only 5’5 and 110 pounds. The coach felt he had potential if he could only bulk up significantly. In essence, Trevor was an obvious test subject.
Justin asked the coach what size he would prefer Trevor to be. Denton thought and replied, “I need a big guy who can also run, catch, and throw. Let’s say about 6’4”, 225 pounds.”
Justin selected the red formula, and handed it to Trevor. “Go to the bathroom, take off your clothes, and drink up. The coach says he has some other clothes for you if you grow, including a jersey.”
Trevor obeyed and went to the bathroom and stripped down. He gulped down the red liquid and waited.
Suddenly, he felt excruciating pain. He cried out as his body stretched taller and broader. Soon he was indeed 6’4”, with broad shoulders above a narrow waist.
Trevor groaned as his muscles all cramped, then exploded outward. His once concave chest burst into two pecs like watermelons, his stomach carved itself into 8 perfect abs, his twiggy arms were suddenly the size of softballs and his legs the size of phone poles.
It finally stopped. Trevor panted heavily, sweat dripping from his godlike body. He felt his new big muscles, flexed a little, then heard Coach yell, “Did it work?”
“Yes!”
A set of clothes were thrown in. Trevor was amazed that he’d gone from jersey #5 to #75. He really was huge!
Once changed, Denton reintroduced him to his teammates, who were shocked at Trevor’s spectacular growth and new studliness.
“Who’s next?” Coach yelled.