"I know you were laughing at me, Ty..." Trent mentioned as Ty and him entered the locker room. "But it's okay,
I know this is silly."
"Aw come on now, it's not silly."
"It is! I'm a weak pushover and I crack under pressure. A wrestler on the other hand... They're strong,
massive men with superb fighting skills and super high confidence. I want to be like that, strong, dexterous,
confident... I don't know where to start, but I hope doing this will bring me one step closer." Trent said. He
had slipped on his wrestling singlet and put on his pads in silence. He adjusted his cup, which was slightly
too big for him, and finally, he put in the mouthpiece. Then it happened, the magic began taking effect.
Trent went into a trance-like state, his mind being bombarded with the magic. It was rearranging his knowledge
of wrestling. He now knew how to get out of locks and all the moves possible; he became fierce, quick,
skillful, and cocky - virtually impossible to go against. After that, he snapped out of his trance and began
breathing heavily. His skeletal frame was changing in shape, each bone growing sturdier and longer, they were
almost like steel. Trent was now 6'2", and incredibly bony now due to not gaining any mass. That was about to
change... Trent's breathing got even heavier, his growing Adam's apple causing the noises to get deeper and
deeper. He beat his chest like a gorilla, letting out a series of feral yells.
With each beat, his chest grew little by little. Soon his chest was so far out that he could no longer see his
feet, measuring in 58" wide. Below his chest was his abdomen going wild, quickly growing to look like eight
perfectly identical cobblestones. He looked back and forth between his arms, and decided to flex.
"Fuck yeah, I'm huge, I'm a beast... You can't stop me!" Trent yelled, flexing his arms repeatedly.
Trent's bony arms inflated, along with his hands which grew to match his arm's size. With each flex his arms
got harder, thicker, stronger, 14" flexed, 15" flexed, 17" flexed, 20" flexed and finally 24" flexed. Trent's
shoulders were now massive, broad boulders, while his hands became quite large; all so he could put his new
arms to use on the wrestling mat. During this growth, his thighs and calves ballooned out, preparing
themselves to hold up Trent's new muscle mass. His thighs must've been 32" thick, with calves that were 21"
thick - massive support beams to hold up a massive man. Between the gigantic wrestler's legs was a large
endowment, 8" flaccid and 14" hard, with balls the size of cantaloupes; all of which was virtually impossible
to hurt or harm like the rest of his body.
Trent's face, much like his new body, became more masculine. His jaw was more square, ready to take a few
blows without flinching. Trent's entire face became solid, chiseled, indestructible, and incredibly handsome.
Hitting him in the face wouldn't pose a threat, but it would cause his opponent to cry out in pain. His teeth
were like white pieces of steel, immobile and indestructible, like the rest of his massive body. No amount of
blows would wreck his good looks, but his face could wreck some fists, elbows, or whatever else tried to hit
his face.
Lastly came the "aesthetic" touches. Veins snaked their way around his gigantic body, pulsating, pushing their
way up towards the skin. Thanks to the large amounts of testosterone, a modest coating of hair grew over his
arms, legs, and torso. In short, the "cute, skinny boy" had become a "rouged, muscular man".
"HAH! Let's fucking do this!" Trent exclaimed, pumping his fist. "I'll show them who's the alpha dog of this
god damn school, I'll make 'em all my little bitches!"
Ty couldn't help but think that the wish went too far. Trent would never curse... He wondered if it was
possible that the magic could've changed Trent's mentality.