That's impossible, John is a scrawny little freshman and you're..." Mr. Croston's sentence trailed off as he began to piece things together. "It can't be."
The man reached into the pants pocket of his skintight shorts and pulled out his wallet, grabbing his ID he handed it over to Mr. Croston.
"John Brown. Freshman" the card read, a photo of John pre-transformation on the id.
"Not so small and worthless now, am I?" John chuckled as he folded his massive arms. "You on the other hand."
"You little piece of sh..." Mr. Croston's sentence cut off as he was hit with a wave of anger. Mr. Croston began to charge at John but in doing so he fumbled to the ground tripping on his oversized shoes as his shorts fell from his waist to the fool.
His scraped his weak body from the floor, fumbling as he kicked off the remaining shoe and his shorts in the process. It was actually quite the site with Mr. Croston standing there in a baggy shirt that drooped over his body and nearly came to his ankles -- a stark contrast to how it snugly fit him this morning when he left for the day.
After dusting himself off, he once again charged at John who this time extended his massive arm and placed his hand on Mr. Croston's head. Holding his back with ease, Mr. Croston swung his tiny little arms trying to get a punch in but it was useless. John was able to easily leverage his newfound height and strength to hold his teacher back preventing him from landing a single blow.
After tiring himself out, Mr. Croston looked to John disbelief and disgust in his eyes.
"How in the world did you pull this off?"
You quickly explain everything to Mr. Croston, who can't believe the story he's been told.
"And that's when I walked in." John said bringing his story to an end. "Now that I've filled you in, I better be heading off to class."
"Now just one minute, you're not leaving here like that--" Mr. Croston said before John interjected.
"You're right..."
"You're right, give me you clothes. As you can see mine aren't suitable for class." John said smirking as he looked down at his flawless body.
"No way in hell!" Mr. Croston said.
"Fine, I'll just have to take them." Jake replied back.
John's shirt was far too small now that he had bulked up, but Mr. Croston's shirt on the other hand was perfect. John wrestled it off of Mr. Croston's crumpled body and put it on himself. The shirt fit perfectly on his much taller body. All the contours of his abs, chest, and biceps were visible, but the shirt fit much better.
Next he picked his teacher up and threw his little body over his shoulder.
"Put me down, put me down," Mr. Croston squealed as John removed his shorts before setting him back down.
John put on the shorts, which now had an obscene bulge in them. He then grabbed the pair of massive shoes Mr. Croston had stumbled out of and put them on too.
He took one last look in the mirror at his new body, the tent in his jeans growing as he got hard. We'll deal with that later he thought to himself.
A frail and now sobbing Mr. Croston looked up at his former student standing there in nothing more than an oversized pair of briefs and socks that slumped down to his ankles.
"Please, just give me back my body and my clothes." he pleaded
"Sorry, not going to happen. I won't leave you high and dry though, here's my spare change of closets from my locker," John said tossing a backpack Mr. Croston's way.
"Wait, my wallet." Mr. Croston begged.
John reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a wallet. He smirked reading the license details which no longer were true.
"Looks like you might need to update your id, Brian," John said as he tossed the wallet to Mr. Croston.
And like that, John walked out of the locker room and left a skinny, frail Brian behind in shock.