As Rick disappears back to the basement, Brandon returned to the Kitchen. His stomach growled like an angry wolf and he made his way over to the refrigerator.
He took out meat, eggs and milk. He had previously wanted some instant noodles but was now compelled to eat the meat as it was and mix the milk and eggs together in a blender.
Brandon was feeling incredible. He couldn't describe it. He felt like he was going to explode with energy, and it seemed to centre around his nuts. He had a powerful urge to jack off but it was superseded by his urge to eat.
After consuming over 3 kilos of lean beef steak from his mothers catering company store fridge, he drank two dozen eggs in two litres of milk.
Brandon assumed this would make him feel bloated. But instead it just made him feel better and better. As he finished off the last of milk, he felt the arm holding the glass twitch. The bicep jumped and swelled. He felt fantastic. He moved to the large mirror in the dining room. He had never been that interested in his lanky, greasy guitar players build before. Until today. He looked in the mirror and looked great, his shoulders a little wider, arms a little bigger and face a little more masculine.
He glanced out of the window to see Mrs Freeman tending to her garden. She was an young to middle aged lady who had always qualified as a MILF in Brandon's eyes but she had no children. Her husband, an ex-marine worked abroad training as a security officer.
Brandon had been aware of Mrs. Freemans advances on him for a while now as her husband was away for months at a time she craved companionship.
Brandon had never given those advances a moments thought, that was, until today. Confident that her husband was away on business he went outside and over to the garden boundary to talk to her.
"Hello Mrs. Freeman" Brandon said. As he walked across the lawn he felt his burgeoning teenage balls pulse with energy and felt a sudden rush of powerful testosterone into his bloodstream. If he didn't go through with this he felt like the energy building in his body would kill him.
"Well hello there Brandon!" she replied glances quickly down at his larger looking thighs.
"My, have you been working out?" she asked.
After marrying a marine, Brandon knew that she must have been into muscle. He absent mindfully flexed his taught biceps. Nowhere near as big as her husbands but defined and youthful.
After pleasantries and innocent conversation, Mrs Freeman did as she always did, and invited Brandon in for lemonade as it was a rather hot day.
"Yes that sounds fantastic" Brandon breathed back whilst removing his t-shirt.
"It's too hot to refuse"
Mrs Freeman, after weeks of advances had finally gotten a yes, her skin flushed and eyes widened as the eager, toned young teen followed her back into her home.
After lemonade, Mrs Freeman asked if Brandon would examine her broken bedroom light. Commenting on how nice it was to have a man around the house still and gently squeezing his bicep.
In Mrs. Freeman's bedroom Brandon felt another almighty surge of testosterone and before Mrs. Freeman could say anything she was flat on her back on her bed.
Brandon wasted no time in removing all of her clothes and his and getting on top of her.
Her large pert breasts had Brandon's cock grow to its full length and then a little more, he couldn't believe that his cock had grown since he jacked off this morning. It was now exactly 6 inches long erect.
"My God, thats big"
It became clear to Brandon that Mrs Freeman had obviously been with very few men. As he licked her nipples, her legs went behind his ass and pulled him closer. He guided his rock hard cock into Mrs Freemans gaping hole. Brandon thrust vigorously into her tight hole, massively enjoying the sensation. He felt his nuts surge with more energy, Brandon felt as powerful as man three times his size.
Mrs Freeman screamed with joy at the top of her lungs as Brandon's toes curled and he blasted hot white man juice deep within her.
"What the FUCK is going on here?" shouted a deep masculine voice
Brandon looked casually over his shoulder. He knew he should be feeling fear right now. But all he could feel was an arrogant and cocky overconfidence. Brandon gave Mrs. Freeman another two thrusts for good luck and pulled out.
Mrs Freeman couldn't speak and barely move as Brandon got off the bed and went face to face with Mr Freeman, the large, bulky ex-marine.
"I'm gonna fucking mess you up, you son of bitch" he shouted
"Mate, just gonna warn you, you don't wanna try" Brandon smirked
Mr Freeman, grabbed Brandon shoulder and threw him onto the floor, before he could do anything to retaliate he was in a headlock.
Brandon's eyes darted back and for, where had that confidence come from as his face began to turn pink.
"Take this you little smarmy fucker" laughed the ex-marine
Brandon tried desperately to breathe. As he did he felt something amazing. His balls surged massively. Testosterone powered through his veins and he felt his arms twitch again. But this time they began to burn, they began to swell bigger. He felt his chest widen, his spindly legs began to thicken and grow, elongating to make him taller. Then he felt it, his traps widen and his neck explode with power. It started to give him room to breathe and then it started pushing Mr Freeman's hands apart.
"What the fuck...?" Mr. Freeman gasped
Brandon began to laugh. Louder and louder. He back to stand up. Looking down as his thicker forearms, he now looked like a decent swimmers build. He turned around and removed Mr Freemans hands. But now Mr Freeman was too busy looking at his own body. He was alot shorter, paler and flabby. His muscle was gone. Brandon pushed him away.
"You should have taken better care of your wife. Call me Mrs Freeman"
Brandon grabbed his clothes and jumped the fence back into his house. He went straight up to his room and began to examine himself in the mirror. He had literally drained the strength out of Mr Freeman. He felt pumped and strong. He looked like a semi professional rower now. Strong sinewy shoulders and tennis balls sized biceps. His face, more angular and attractive.
He felt himself bone-up just looking at his new body. He was more than happy to see the newest acquisition from Mr Freeman, another inch added to his impressive length and a newer wider thickness.
Brandon looked into the mirror and felt his balls relax for the time being. He smiled, knowing that there was someone he needed to take his revenge on, and check how his friends had been effected...