Wes and Bryan arrived at their school to a vastly different reception, at least in their minds.
For once it seemed they were not ignored, or looked down on, or regarded as just the pair of nerds. Bryan had a feeling as he arrived at class that he was not even done growing yet. Or at least, a strong hope. Bryan's first class of the day was his usual favorite, Calculus, as it let him demonstrate excellence in a way that the jocks could not easily replicate. As he went to the front of the class to do a problem, he found himself noting that there was something wrong.
Or maybe, pretty damn right.
He checked the window just to make sure, a glance to the side to make sure he was not losing his mind. And what he saw made Bryan feel a need to repress a smile, as well as a certain more base reaction.
Bryan could tell as he walked that his shirt and pants were both feeling a little more tight than they were when he went to school this morning with Wes. He grinned as he finished the math problem. The eagerness he felt grew. He could not wait to show Ross just what in all he'd been developing just since yesterday. If anything it seemed like the others in the class were checking if they were seeing things. Bryan could feel his sleeves tight against his growing biceps and triceps, his chest pressing up against the front of his shirt. And...there were some parts of his back...really straining against his shirt's back. Latissimus Dorsi...?
Bryan grunted, and he was surprised by how deep it was in comparison to his usual speech. It was like hearing one of those athletes grunt in the school gym. Bryan grinned and leaned back. He was gonna need some new clothes, but he was liking how these things were going so far.
Before long however the class ended - at least as far as Bryan could tell. He hadn't gone back up there. He was more preoccupied with the changes happening to his body. Damn, he could really tell why the jocks here loved working out so much, if this was the reward they got from it. He could just... One of the classmates asked him, shaking him from his newfound reverie in his strength, "Hey Bryan, have you been...working out more lately?"
"Is it that obvious?" Bryan said with a smirk, responding by flexing his bicep...and ruefully noting that he could hear a string of fabric snap in his sleeve. Fuck. "Yeah, I have."
"C-Can I get your workout info?"
Well, that was inconvenient. "Maybe later, I got class to get to." And with that, Bryan was leaving for his next class. A narrow miss there - Bryan needed to see how Wes was doing. Considering Wes was bigger already, and stronger besides, it was almost exciting. Bryan barely noticed, as he walked, the very slight tan his skin took on as he moved through the school.
Eventually, on the way to their mutual second class, Bryan found Wes fidgeting with his shirt near his locker. And Bryan almost well could not believe his eyes with what he saw of Wes. His body had toned up to an even further degree - he was still quite brawny and had a light layer of fat at his midsection, obvious through the shirt he wore, but his shoulders bulged out and complimented a pair of powerfully built arms, pecs pressing out over his midsection. And Bryan could see even Wes' legs had grown larger - the quadriceps easily visible through the thin fabric.
"Dude, look at yourself."
"I HAVE been!" Wes responded, seeming at least half freaked out and half at awe of how he was looking, "Dude, what did our wish do to us!? I'm like, buff! And girls want to go out with me!"
"Seriously man?" Bryan responded, incredulous. Girls? Want to go out with big, dorky Wes? Well, Wes wasn't so fat any more, and he was now a different sort of big. And...oof, Bryan could see there was a sizable impression at the groin area - apparently his muscles weren't the only things growing.
"Yeah man, I was...I was just doing my thing like normal, and I got asked out a few times!" Wes seemed ecstatic over this - over the moon, really.
"I haven't noticed any difference in behavior toward me..." Bryan felt like he was lagging behind, even though he was noticed like that. Never had it been more obvious the size discrepancy between him and Wes. Wes had previously been fat though - now that the two of them were becoming muscular however, the discrepancy took on a different dimension. One that made Bryan feel distinctly smaller for now. Though as he considered it, they were both remarkably good looking.
Just in their own ways. Maybe Bryan could just let it wait and then see if he could get any attention.
As the two of them went on, Bryan overheard some of the athletes talking near the back of the class as they waited for the teacher to arrive...
"Did you hear Ross has a new boyfriend?"
"Oh, yeah, I heard. Glad he can be himself in this day and age."
"Yeah."
Oh, well, the things you learn about people from this kind of chitchat. It seemed Ross might be...gay. Or at least bisexual. Or experimenting vividly. Bryan and Wes looked at one another briefly as they considered this. Maybe the reason Ross was so at home with the jocks was their surprising tolerance of his sexuality. Whatever it was. Neither Bryan nor Wes however remembered the exact wording of their wish.
Even as they sat just a little closer to the jocks this time around.