"Okay, Gym, let's see what you can do. Find someone who's by himself and make his dream come true."
{I am scanning who is inside me right now. 6 men in the weight room. 4 men, 2 women in the pool. 2 men in the men's sauna. 3 men, 8 women in the cardio room. 10 men in the gym. Correction, 4 men in the gym. A game just ended. Correction, 1 man in the gym. Shall I proceed?}
Ty was curious to see how Gym would do. "Go ahead, Gym. Can you shift the TV here to show the changes as they happen?" Ty was the only one in the room, so he'd be the only to see.
The TV changed channels from Sportscenter to an overhead shot of a lone teenage boy standing at the free throw line in the gym with a rack of basketballs. His tank top was soaked in sweat, and it was obvious he had just played a long game, but was still working on his shot.
"What's his name, Gym?" Ty wondered aloud.
{According to his membership card, he is Gustavo Balinbin.}
"What's Gus' dream?"
{Analyzing. Gus loves basketball. Wants to play in college and the NBA. Knows that he'll never be tall enough or big enough. Filipino heritage. No one in his family above 5'8". Shall I proceed?}
"Go ahead," said Ty. "This should be interesting..."
Ty felt just a slight rush of dizziness as power went out from him, even though he was not initiating the change.
Gus continued to shoot free throws, trying to perfect his stroke. Even if he couldn't outdunk or outmuscle the competition, at least he could hit his free throws. He was tired from a long game, though, hard to focus.
Even as Gus continued to concetrate on shooting, his body began to shift. It started down with his feet, which began to expand from size 7... getting longer and wider. 10... 12... 14... not stopping 'til they were size 17, with his shoes expanding to match.
Next, his calves began to itch and extend, thickening as they grew; then his thighs expanded in power and heft - roped in tanned muscle as his waste widened to accommodate his larger frame. His cock struggled in his jock strap as it expanded from its miniscule 3" soft to 4, then 6, then finally 8" soft...
Gus began to feel a bit woozy, and noticed that the angle on his shot was increasing inconsistent... why does the rack with the balls seem farther away? He chalked it up to fatigue, however, and continued shooting, oblivious to the changes.
Next his torso began to ripple - his flat, undistinguished midriff suddenly bulged as dense ridges of abs filled in, 6 - no 8 - no 10 pack filling in as his upper body inflated - slabs of pectoral muscles filling in to create a chest Adonis would be proud of. His arms stretched long, then longer as they became roped with beefy muscle.
Finally, his neck thickened with chords of muscle and the hair on his head reformed into a sexy faux-hawk.
Ty was impressed. This short, scrawny Filipino kid had shot up from 5'4" to 7'4" in a matter of minutes. The 110 lb weakling on the screen was now a 340' mountain of powerful, yet graceful man-meat. And Gym had all of this work without even letting Gus know he was changing.
"Nice work, Gym. Now, perhaps, put a mirror at the gym wall, so that he can see the new and improved Gus."
{As you wish, Father.}
Gus, frustrated that his shots just wouldn't go in, took a break and headed for the waterfountain. When he got there, it was so low, he thought he must be at the children's fountain. The spigot looked tiny in his hand. Then he glanced at the mirror above the fountain. "What the?"
As he saw, then felt the muscles in his chest and abs, a look of astonishment swept over his face. "Oh my Gaw---" Then his eyes rolled back as he fainted to the ground.