Mark shuddered as soon as the word Tiny left his mouth. His normally tight shirt felt a little loose. In a panic he lifted up his shirt, looking as his taught six pack reduced slowly to a four. Mark mulled this over in his mind. "Damn, curse is real. And it seems to be really touchy, I mean that wasn't even that bad."
He looked up to see the nerd staring blankly at him. "Fuck off, lard ass. This isn't some show." He turns away and storms off, another wracking shiver coursing through his body. He just grits his teeth.
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Kyle was talking to his friends about the curse, and having a hard time convincing them. That is until Jenn walked up to him, planting a kiss on him right there in the school hallway. "There you are, sweetie. I need to talk to you, you'll love it." She pulled him away from his friends, giving them a nice smile.
She pulled him out back, where few people ever came. "I cursed Mark, every time he's nasty he looses five pounds of muscle which go to you." She ran her hand along his stomach, lifting his shirt. She ran her hands over his already tightening abs. "Mmm.. I knew this would happen, he can't control his temper." Pulling his shirt off, Kyle feels his forming pecs.
"Wow, he must be out of control.." Kyle smiles to Jenn, "You're the best girlfriend I could ask for." Kyle's arms begin to swell, his shoulders pushing out with new muscle. His abs tightened into a six pack, his pants becoming taught over his meaty thighs. Kyle flexed for his girlfriend and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
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Mark slammed shut the door to his truck, cursing himself mentally. He had run through the schoolyard, shrinking, and cussing out anyone who stared at the sight. Halfway through his run his pants fell, down, fortunately his shirt was like a robe now, hanging off his limp shoulders. Looking down at himself he sighed, no one would believe he was a football jock, he couldn't pass as any kind of jock anymore. He felt his side, feeling his ribs through his skin.
Leaning back in his seat he just began to cry. He hadn't cried since he was a child. A knock on his window brought him out of his daze, it was the fat nerd, Graham. Mark rolled down his window.
"Looks like you got taught a lesson, serves you right." Graham's fat face twisted into a sneer.
Mark just stared at him. "Fine, Graham, transform or dare?"