Isaac was an average boy on his way from school. At 15, he was 5’8” tall, pale, skinny, with messy brown hair, and weighing about 130 pounds. He was wearing a baggy black shirt and khaki shorts, and he was tired from a long day of school.
As he passed the museum, he saw a commotion on the front steps. It looked like two men were struggling. Something dropped to the ground and emitted a purple ray of light, which flashed all the way across the street, hitting Isaac.
Isaac suddenly fell to the ground, groaning as his whole body cramped. He writhed on the ground, not feeling himself stretch and swell.
The officer, having finished apprehending the thief, saw the kid on the ground and rushed over, cursing under his breath that someone had been caught in the crossfire. He reached Isaac and yelled, “Kid, do you need help?”
Issac’s pain suddenly vanished. He felt fine- no better than fine. He felt amazing!
“I’m okay, I think,” he told the officer. He slowly pulled himself to his feet. Everything looked a little smaller, and his clothes felt weird. The officer was gaping at him, open-mouthed. What was going on?
The officer couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and could only assume it was the result of the ray gun. He was tall, 6’2”, but Isaac was slightly taller still. The boy was completely jacked, with a body the officer wished he had. Isaac’s shirt had slipped up his torso, exposing his perfect 8-pack of abs above his narrow waist. In contrast, his shoulders were very broad, and held arms bulging like melons and pecs the size of medicine balls, which his black shirt only just covered. His legs were massive, each the size of a normal man’s waist, and his shorts clung tightly to every curve.
“Kid, you might want to look at yourself,” the officer said. Isaac looked down and froze in shock. He slowly felt his massive biceps and pecs, ran a hand over his abs.
“We’re going to need you to answer some questions,” the officer said, leading Isaac away. “And get you some new clothes.”
During the questioning, Isaac was asked what his size had been before, and what it was now. He wasn’t sure about now, so they measured him: 6’4”, 240 pounds!
They gave him some new clothes, which were still incredibly tight but at least covered all of the skin it should. Isaac was allowed to call his family and tell them why he wasn’t home yet, which they didn’t believe.
Eventually, the officer gave Isaac a ride home. The car shook from side to side as Isaac climbed out. When his family saw, they finally realized he had told the truth.
It had been a long day, and all Isaac wanted to do was climb into bed. But the moment he laid down, the bed frame splintered and broke beneath his weight! Isaac ended up sleeping on the more durable couch.