Ty watched from behind the lockers. He was rather pleased with himself. It looked like Marco gained a pound up to three pounds of muscle each time someone said his nickname.
Marco began to panic as he realized what was going on. Teenagers just don't randomly gain muscle. He figured he looked like a regular high school swimmer now, size wise. But he surely didn't want to swell up to the point where he couldn't do a proper breast stroke! Marco bolted for gym teacher's office connected to the boy's locker room and locked himself in, and picked up the phone to call his parents to pick him up.
"Come on, come on!" Marco chanted, feeling a bit strange.
"Hello, sorry we're not here right now~ You know what to do." A man and woman said in unison, followed by the dreaded beep.
"Crap. . ." Marco sighed, resting his head on his knees as he crunched up behind the gym teacher's desk. "This is too weird! I mean I always wanted to be stronger and never could pack on the muscle but. . . This might wind up being too much if it continues!
There was noise from inside the locker room that distracted Marco's thought process. It was the sound of someone turning the doorknob, and noticing it was locked. It was. . .