"I wish that Andy was a kid bodybuilder!"
"Woah!!!" Andy cried, his voice already dropping, to a beastly growl. The room began to fill with his musk, the power of change. He rubbed his head and swayed on the spot.
"I feel funny," he said.
And now he was growing.
"I wish that nobody else thinks this is weird of strange," Ty added as the little Andys clothes began to rip and tear.
His Batman t-shirt fell to the floor, ripped to shreds. His chest bulged, his arms flexed, his quads were like tree trunks. As the kids jeans popped off, they revealed, not the tiny spider-man underwear that he had put on this morning, but a bright gold bodybuilder posing strap.
"Woah! is that me!" He exclaimed, catching a glimpse of his new beastly form in the mirror: a true mister Olympia.
The only thing that hadn't change was his face, his sweet innocent five year old face and smile atop a giant mans body.
He flexed. And he flexed again. His body knew what to do. He was a bodybuilder after all.
Just then, the door opens, and in walks...