Zeke took his seat, eager to see what the results of his work would be. The next 45 minutes ought to be pretty eventful.
Mr. Fletcher launched into his lesson quickly. “What is puberty, class?” he asked.
As the man went down to age 60, something barely noticeable, David’s hand shot up. “Puberty is the physical and sexual maturation of the human body.” Immediately he felt a discomfort as his T-shirt suddenly seemed tighter, not knowing he’d gone from 145 pounds to 155.
“Yes, David, that’s exactly what puberty is,” as Fletcher reached age 57.
Brendan had clearly been hard at work on his poetry, Zeke noticed as he looked that way. The boy’s face seemed leaner, and although his shirt seemed tighter, it was around the chest and arms, not the gut. He’d gone from 180 pounds of fat to 200 pounds of predominantly muscle. As Zeke watched, Brendan finished another line, sighing as his legs filled out and abs started to appear beneath the hem of his shirt.
By this point, about 5 or 6 minutes of class had elapsed. Glancing at Clyde, Zeke saw the nerd tugging at his shirt sleeves. Already he’d gone from 120 pounds to nearly 140, and as his sleeves pulled back the definition of his forearms became clear.
Over the course of class, Mr. Fletcher mentioned the word puberty 11 more times, including in 7 questions which David rapidly answered. The former regressed to age 24, and he now looked quite different from before. His gray hair was once again dirty blond, in thick waves; his beard had shrunken to a nice clean trim, then retracted to stubble; his muscles bulged in every place one could think of.
David, meanwhile, had grown to 205 pounds, much bigger than before. His shirt had torn across his chest, though his long sleeves still barely managed to contain his bulging biceps. His pants, too, were hanging in there.
Brendan had cranked out poetry like a machine. He had become a beast at 6’4” and 320 pounds, and was clad only in straining boxers. The former chubby guy was now the most jacked guy in the class.
Clyde had done pretty well also. As his frame had ballooned with muscle, he too had unexpectedly grown taller, to 6’2”. His shirt had long since exploded, but his pants were hanging on, clinging to every contour. Clyde’s face had also filled out, becoming chiseled and masculine, highlighted by blond stubble. Blond hair also appeared lightly on his pillow-sized pecs and arms like melons.
The lesson had long since gone out the window; everybody had noticed what happened to the four men. Zeke, though thrilled with the results, worried about what would happen if everyone remained aware. Clyde and Brendan were pleasuring themselves and David and Mr. Fletcher were sweating as they tried not to give in as well.
Leaving his prior experiments on Danny, Nate, Brad, and Chris alone, since most were subtle and he wanted to see Chris’ adaptation to his new body, Zeke focused on what happened in this class. He found a way to alter reality. Now this would be the way things had always been.
Having done this, Zeke looked up. Everyone was acting normally again. Fletcher’s clothes weren’t nearly as tight, more appropriate for a young teacher. David wore the same clothes, but they too had grown to match his body. Brendan’s clothes were also bigger, but since he was so huge it was clear he still had trouble with them.
Clyde was the only one who wore different clothes: Zeke recalled that the boy was still very smart, but was very proud of his body and highly athletic. He played football and basketball, wrestled, and competed in physique competitions. He dressed to show off, now wearing a thin long sleeve white shirt that had buttons a quarter of the way down. These were open to expose his prized chest, with smatterings of blond hair and a thin gold chain visible. His name wasn’t even Clyde anymore; it was Cole, a cool name in keeping with his cooler appearance.
The bell rang and Zeke headed out satisfied.