Wilfred looked down and saw his penis lengthening. As it got longer, it also got thicker, until it was not only big for Wilfred, but big for any man. Wilfred was mesmerized. “It's huge why, goooooddd… nnnngh…”
The fat boy seemed to be gaining weight, instead of losing it. His massive penis was rock hard and stuck straight up, and his belly was clearly receding, but other than that, the jiggly mass was growing. His arms were bigger, his shoulders wider, his legs thicker. Wilfred felt too fat.
“I can’t stay up… augh!” And he toppled over, writhing on the floor.
He could hear the gross stretching sounds of his own bones. The teen arched his back and roared, digging his fingers into the carpeted floor. His ribs started pushing out against his newly flat chest, and his boobs were hardening, thickening, until they were bouncy pecs.
“This is CRAZYYY…” Wilfred’ deepening voice cracked and splintered, like his stretching bones, until it was as low and husky, but still smooth and young.
Wilfred pulled at his naked skin, shrieking as it stretched tightly over his plumping musculature. The boy – now a strapping, sexy teen – was six-one, but his spine stretched and popped loudly, and pretty soon he was six-three. His coloring also slowly changed – Wilfred’ skin became increasingly darker, his gleaming white teeth popping out against the golden brown texture. The jock’s hair was getting shorter, and shorter, and shorter, until it was a closely cropped half-inch length, platinum blond – several shades lighter than yellow, almost towheaded.
Wilfred’ legs were getting thicker and thicker, gaining in mass as his waist became skinny and tapered. His shoulders bulged out farther and his collarbone receded into the mountains of muscles, ornamented with his round pecs and leading down into eight-pack and porn star dick. His gluteus was sticking out far enough to serve breakfast off of, with the cheeks so firmly exercised that they rippled with power, just like his legs and beefy biceps. The hair around his prick was becoming brush-like, leading up a treasure trail to his bellybutton. His balls bounced as he rolled against the floor, sobbing, moaning, laughing.
His face was changing, as well. He was looking more like an Abercrombie models. Wilfred eyes became big and blue, popping against his skin. His cheeks pushed out and his jaw widened, but his mouth stayed the same, and pretty soon Wilfred had developed a look of eternal youth, almost-but-not-quite babyfaced. With his ripped body and washboard abs, he could be a fitness model, with his cute, open face and blond locks, he became the picture of purity.
His pecs bounced up and down on his heaving chest. He was having trouble catching his breath. The man’s face looked almost comical due to the boy inside – the developed body quivered from the shock of a child. His blue eyes were bugged out and his lips were shaking.
Wilfred leaned back, his eyes relaxing. His breaths became longer and increasingly rhythmic. Slowly, he came to terms with what had just happened to him as new thoughts and feelings began to flood his mind.
He was a man and not just any man, he was a High School jock!