Hiro felt a twinge in his muscles. As if they were asking to be challenged. Perhaps this new power was really changing Hiro. He didn't fancy physical work at all, but his body began to say different.
Hiro set Guy down on the floor, allowing him to relax a bit. Guy, however, didn't stand for long. He collapsed right on the ground, mostly because these beatings were too much on his little frame. He was still muttering and sobbing in a fetal position, like he was a little child. Hiro began digging through drawers to find some clothes for Guy, but stopped when the sobbing became a bit louder and more annoying. "Keep crying like a little kid and I'll make you one." Hiro threatened as he pulled out a pair of sweatpants, a tee shirt and some boxers. Which was then tossed at Guy. Guy reacted oddly, for once he felt nervous about something not too conspicuous... Like there were millions of butterflies in his stomach.
"Remember all those times you took me to the gym? You made me do work out routines... You made a fool out of me... Everyone just stared and laughed at my weakness. And you just kept pushing me to keep on going so they could laugh some more! Well, today I'm not going to entertain your little gym buddies. You are." Hiro said with a forceful tone, it was almost frightening to poor Guy. The butterflies in Guy's stomach confirmed his suspicions by fluttering madly about. Guy recalled something different, he thought he was helping Hiro, but his guess had changed now.
Hiro was so angry now he was so forceful. He was nothing like he had been before. Maybe Hiro always felt that way. Guy did embarrass him a lot without realizing it. Maybe Hiro just liked the way he looked. But now the shoe, was indeed, on the other foot. All that power was surging to Hiro's mind, killing whatever Guy found unique and wonderful in Hiro. Perhaps that's another reason why Guy was actually sobbing...
Guy straightened up and put on the clothes Hiro gave to him. They were far too large for him. "That won't do... With that fat, you look like you might have some muscle going on... I know what to do..." Hiro slowly said as a mischievous grin spread across his face. He had made Guy skinnier, much much skinnier. The pants were about to slide off his waist, not to mention everything became much baggier. He looked ridiculous, to say the least. Here Guy had thought being a bit chubby was bad.
Hiro hardily laughed as he began to put on some work out shorts and a muscle tee. They weren't too tight... He fixed that right up by allowing himself to grow, until the fabric was strained. Stretched over his body enough to the point where his muscle's definition was clearly noticeable. He forcibly took Guy by the arm and dragged him out to the car, in which they drove down to the gym... This was going to be horrible. The butterflies in Guy's stomach were more like bees now, stinging every inner fiber he had.