Gabe took off his shirt, revealing his small frame. Mr. Kilgore let out a laugh. "Ooh, I'm scared little man, going to try to beat me up?" he mocked.
Gabe said nothing, but closed his eyes and made a new wish. He focused all his energy on his desire to become stronger, to become the kind of person who couldn't be pushed around anymore.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. But then Gabe felt a strange tingling sensation in his muscles, as if they were waking up from a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and looked down at his arms, which were now covered in veins.
Slowly but surely, Gabe's biceps began to grow. The muscles swelled, stretching the skin on his arms. Mr. Kilgore's laughter died away as he watched in disbelief. Gabe's chest began to expand as well, pushing outwards like a barrel. His abs rippled as they grew more defined, like a washboard.
Gabe's shoulders widened, becoming broad and powerful. His back muscles grew thicker, making his spine almost look like a mountain range. His legs swelled, with his quads growing so big they pushed out against the fabric of his shorts.
As Gabe's muscles grew, Mr. Kilgore's expression of disbelief turned to one of fear. "What the hell is happening?" he muttered, taking a step back.
Gabe opened his eyes, his irises now a fierce shade of blue. "I wished for strength," he said, his voice deeper and more commanding than before. "And the coin granted my wish."
Mr. Kilgore took another step back, looking up at Gabe with a mixture of fear and awe. "You're...you're huge," he stammered.
Gabe flexed his massive biceps, causing the veins to bulge even more. "And you're small," he said with a smirk. "Just like I used to be."
Gabe looked down at his former gym teacher, now reduced to a small, weak man. "So," he said with a sly grin. "What's your first name?"
Tom hesitated for a moment before answering. "It's Tom," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Gabe's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Tommy it is then," he said, emphasizing the nickname. “ Since I'm the bigger man now, I think it's only fair that I get to give you a nickname."
Tom looked uncomfortable but didn't say anything. He knew he was no match for Gabe's new size and strength, and he didn't want to provoke him.
After a few minutes of flexing in front of the mirror, Gabe turned to Tom and said, "We should switch clothes now. I don't think my clothes will fit me anymore, and you look ridiculous in those oversized clothes."
Tom was hesitant. "I don't know, Gabe. It's not very appropriate for us to be changing in the same locker room."
But Gabe cut him off. "Come on, Tom. Don't be a wimp. It's not like you have a choice."
Reluctantly, Tom began to undress, revealing his shrunken, emaciated form. Gabe couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he watched his former teacher squirm. He was no longer the scrawny kid who had been pushed around and humiliated in gym class.
Tom looked down at his own scrawny arms, feeling self-conscious. "I don't know, man. This is kinda weird."
Gabe rolled his eyes. "Come on, Tom. We're both men here."
Gabe quickly stripped down to his boxers, revealing his massive, bulging muscles. Tom couldn't help but stare in awe.
Gabe noticed and flexed his biceps, causing them to bulge even more. "Like what you see, Tommy?"
Tom quickly averted his gaze. "No, I mean...yeah, I guess. You're just so...big."
Gabe laughed. "I know, right? It's amazing what a little wish can do."