Rick noticed that his body was feeling a little warm. Looking into the mirror, he could see his face changing, getting more chiseled. He could see his clothes also subtly moving, he could feel himself fitting more into them.
“I think my body’s growing,” Rick said to Brendon.
Rick unbuttoned his shirt, staring into the mirror, he could see his stomach receding, a slight six-pack developing. His chest also looked a little more muscular. He was also getting a little taller.
Soon, the changes stopped. Brendon stared in awe at his newly reformed stepfather. Rick now looked to be a guy almost Brendon’s own age, perhaps just a year or two older. Rick was still a couple inches shorter than his stepson, but he had sported a much more firmer, muscular body. With his young features and hard body, Rick was a real stud, and Brendon couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous about his father’s newfound attractiveness.
Rick left the bathroom, and headed over to his own bedroom. Pulling the scale out from under the bed, he stepped on it and saw he now weighed 165 pounds.
Brendon was beginning to get over his shock, and walked into the bedroom. “What the fuck just happened?”
Rick looked over to Brendon, “I don’t know, son. I had been working on an experiment downstairs, and your crappy music caused me accidentally to knock down some chemicals, causing some of them to spill. Somehow they reacted and caused this.”
Before Rick and Brendon could discuss this more, the doorbell rang.