As soon as his name and number formed on the jersey, Jim fell to the floor in pain.
"What....is...happening....to....me....." he whimpered, pain overtaking his stomach as abs
begin to form, leaving behind a six pack under the jersey. The pain continues to move
around his body with his pecs swelling up next, leaving behind a noticeable shelf,
stretching the Astros logo on the front of his jersey nicely.
The growth continues on his back, thickening his torso, while his legs become incredibly
toned and thick, perfect for running bases. As most of his body continues to fine tune
itself, Jim's arms begin to swell incredibly fast as if they are going to blow up, leaving
behind thick forearms and 17" biceps.
With most of his growth finished, his jeans, incredibly tight on his legs and ripped in a few
places, begin to form into baseball pants, with his sneakers becoming black Nike cleats.
An Astros hat also forms on his head while his eyes begin to twitch, fine tuning his vision
for seeing the ball. The acne on his face clears up quickly, only to be replaced with a
neatly trimmed goatee and sideburns, the hair under the hat retracting into a buzz cut.
Finally, as Jim begins to get up off the floor, a wad of chew forms in his mouth and he
starts gnawing at it unconsciously. "Fuck man, where am I at?" Jim says out loud in a new,
deeper voice as he wonders who's kid's room this is, "I gotta get to the game!" With that,
he ran out of the house to a waiting sports car outside, peeling out when leaving the
driveway.