There was a sharp knock at the door, before her 14-year-old brother, Séamus, walked into the room. Georgia took a good look at him.
In those awkward stages of puberty, Séamus had hit that point where his growth spurts had kicked in, leaving him tall but not filling him out at all, a gangly, stick-like boy. He was just beginning to grow facial hair, the beginnings of a scraggly moustache and wisps of stubble around his jawline. Acne had his him hard, leaving his face blotchy and red, every inch of his skin oily. Georgia wrinkled her nose. There was the body odour. No matter how much he showered or used deodorant, he still smelt distinctly of week-old pizza.
He collapsed on her bed. "Hey, freak."
"Hey, loser," she shot back, their customary greeting. Despite playing on each other's nerves often, the siblings really did care deeply for each other. "How was school?"
"Shit, as always," Séamus replied. "I can't believe you got a day off, meanwhile I'm stuck getting my lunch money stolen."
"Wait, again?"
"Yeah, again. It happens every day. And if I don't bring any in, I just get beat up instead."
Georgia could remember the last time that happened. Her brother had come home with a black eye and swollen lip, and she lent him some of her foundation in an attempt to hide it from their mother. "Geez, Shay, you gotta stand up for yourself."
"And what am I supposed to do, huh?" He gestured angrily at his pre-pubescent body. "I'm a twig. I couldn't hurt a fly, let alone Gérard Leblanc. Have you seen the guy? He's like a gargoyle or something."
As tempted as she was to suddenly transform Gérard into a literal gargoyle, that wouldn't help her brother's case. However, she had just gained an idea for how to help Séamus with his plight. Quickly, she typed out: Séamus is 6 foot 4, and has the physique of a bodybuilder. She pressed enter, and watched the show.
On her bed, Séamus felt a tingling as his body stretched out even more, but instead of his stick-like limbs, muscles bloomed all over his body. Quickly pushing past toned, his bi- and triceps grew huge and sinewy, his back forming an intimidating V-shape as his lats took form. Two pecs burst from his chest, puffing out a good 4 inches past his chin. Eight, enormous washboard abs took up his chest, the chasm dividing them nearly an inch deep, and immense obliques puffed out to highlight their glory. A defined adonis belt wrapped around his hips, directing her attention to the large bulge tucked away within his boxers. His thighs grew large and powerful, the size of watermelons, followed suite by his calves, as thick as Georgia's waist. Even his feet grew larger, accommodating his incredible size.
As the transformation finished, he stretched his large, muscular arms above his head, and Georgia blushed as she watched the striated muscles popped with veins. "You know, you're right," he said, and she startled to find that his voice had remained pre-pubescent, as had his head. It was an absurd sight to see, a 14-year-old's acne-covered face atop the hugely powerful form of a body builder.
"I really shouldn't let them push me around. I've warned them, it's time to stop holding myself back and show them what these puppies can really do." With a wink, he curled his bicep down, making it explode in size. Georgia wondered faintly just how strong her brother was now.
"Thanks, freak," Séamus said, walking out of the room.
"No problem, loser," she whispered back. She couldn't get the image of her younger brother's impressive body out of her head. Without thinking, she placed her fingers back on the keyboard.