Mike is eagerly waiting for the big man to come through the door. He has already experienced some growth and he is trying to come up with something to say to his friend and soon to be victim to make him understand why he is doing this. The door starts to open and the big man enters to what seems to him to be a very strange sight. Mike walks over and locks the door.
"Mike is this some kind of fraternity initiation stunt? You look like you put on some muscle size. Shit, are you doing roids or something?"
Mike looks at the big man and can't understand why he isn't shrinking
yet. "This isn't working like it's supposed to."
Looking up at the big man, Mike asks,"Roger, aren't you feeling a little strange?"
Roger starts laughing, "No, I don't feel any different. What's supposed to happen? Are you sure you're alright? Can I get you something? Maybe some clothes perhaps?"
"No, you don't understand. I should be getting bigger. Oh, I know what's wrong, you have to touch your jock strap."
Roger backs up,"Look, I know we are friends but I'm not into that sort of thing. Maybe you can get one of the other guys to play out your fantasy."
Mike is getting very confused, "Roger, we are alone in here. Nobody will know. Please, as a friend, do me this one favor, I'll hold out the waist band just come over and grab a hold of your jock strap."
Now Roger is confused, "Ok Mike, I'll do it but if anyone hears about this I will not be responsible for what I do to you."
Mike thinks to himself, "You'll be in no condition to do anything to me."
Roger walks over to Mike and reaches out toward the waist band, "Mike, I am going to do this but there is one thing I have to tell you. This isn't my jock strap." Roger grabs the waist band with his huge hand and feels a shock run up his arm and through his body which prevents him from letting go.
Mike yells out "NOOOOOOOOOO" as he slowly shrinks in size. In his head he is thinking that in his haste, he must have sprayed the jock of the guy whose locker is next to Rogers in the locker room. "Roger, PLEASE LET GO!"
"MIKE, I'm TRYING BUT I CAN"T." Roger is stuck to the strap as he watches Mike get smaller and smaller while at the same time he feels his own body gaining muscle mass and he looks down to see his already large "package" is growing bigger as well. His shirt sleeves are straining to contain the growing mound of muscle within until they give up the fight and rip apart. His spreading lats cause his button down shirt to give in quickly and expose the deep valley now between two massive pecs and the super eight pack below. His thighs are filling in the gap between them and his calves push outward guiding the pants legs as they rise higher off the floor. The pants finally give in and tear right down the seem exposing the now massive long legs.
Roger is trying to comprehend what just happened but what ever it was he sure feels and looks great. He is still holding on to the jock strap which he lifts up toward his face. Inside the mesh pouch is Mike who is now three inches tall.