Day 3. There is no god. What I saw today truly instilled in me a sense of the gravity of this situation. I
never imagined something like this. God, I can’t get the images out of my head. But I’ve officially lost one
friend, that much I understand, as much as I can understand any of this. It all started this morning when I
was walking with Josh to class. We passed Mark. I tried to see if there was anything different about him,
hair, muscles, anything that would confirm my suspicions that he was one of the bros. Nothing to report, but
I’m sure the symptoms will start showing themselves soon. Its just a matter of time. He tried to talk to me,
I just kept walking with Josh and pretended I couldn’t hear. I felt safe with Josh. Small guy, quiet,
sensitive, always trying to help others. Not gay or anything, far as I know, but he just never jumped into
girls when everyone else did, pretty sure he was still a virgin. Nothing wrong with that I guess. He’s kind
of cherub like, that’s our joke. Still has rounded checks, doesn’t really shave, kinda longish hair and baggy
clothes. But its whatever, he’s a great guy, or was. As we were walking we ran into what’s-her-name. The
same girl that Evan had been hitting on yesterday, I think. She seemed completely out of it, her eyes showed
she was stoned as all Hell and barely on planet Earth. Her eye liner was much thicker than the day before and
hastily applied. The tame brown locks she bore yesterday had been replaced with wild blonde ones that moved
at the whims of the wind. She had, somehow, acquired even shorter shorts which were torn off and covered only
her ass and barely. Speaking of her ass if she had one before, it was nothing compared to what it was now,
looking almost grotesque on a girl so slight of frame, it bulged out behind her, thick and voluptuous but
almost too big. If her tight pink SoCal shirt that exposed her midriff wasn’t also struggling to contain
gigantic breasts I’d swear she should be falling backwards. But I guess they balanced out. The sleeves were
also torn off showing off her freshly tattooed arms, a butterfly on her left with wings spread wide and a
frothing mug of beer on the other with a heart below it. Weird, but to each their own. Still, this couldn’t
be right, Evan must’ve done something to her. She barely seemed able to walk, just swaying to and fro like a
broken marionette and showing off her body, her tan which she didn’t have yesterday and her newly pierced
navel. To me, it was a shame, a once beautiful creature turned into something nasty. I could smell
cigarettes as she walked by and almost gagged. Josh apparently thought differently. He zoned out completely
and just stared at her like a lost puppy. I’ve never seen him so completely lost over a girl, almost like he
was entranced. He started to walk after her, forgetting about me entirely. Worried, knowing her new
connection to Evan I followed him. She turned around smiling as if she knew he was behind her the entire
time. That was pretty much it for Josh, he all but collapsed into her arms and away they went leaving me
alone and very confused.
It didn’t take a genius to imagine what was happening, I just couldn’t imagine Josh doing it, and with a
complete stranger. I didn’t see him again for a few hours and I worried the whole time. When I found him he
was pacing the halls aimlessly with a dazed look. I started talking to him and he kind of came around,
claimed he didn’t remember anything between seeing her in the halls and me finding him. We sat down while he
tried to remember and clear his head. He pulled out his iPod and we both plugged in and he put on some
classic rock, he’s a bit ACDC fan. Me, not so much, but whatever relaxed him while he tried to figure things
out. I told him about how he went off with her and how he probably had sex with her. I tried not to notice
as the front of his pants bulged instantly. I swore for a moment the song got kind of screwy, like there was
interference or it was bad quality. He shook his head and seemed to tremble a bit as if he was recalling a
nightmare. I asked why he would do that, give himself so easily to such trash. He stopped shaking and stared
at me with a look I’ve never seen before, his eyes burning. “I know you ain’t bout that life bro, don’t mean
I’m not.” His voice came out deep and imposing and he seemed as surprised as I was about what he said. The
song distorted again and this time I was sure I heard someone rapping for a second instead of ACDC but he
didn’t seem to notice. His face scrunched up in pain and his eyes glazed over again as I asked what was
wrong. I heard a tearing sound that brought my attention downwards. His shoes were bulging out, the fabric
straining. They started to tear open at the sides as his feet actually widened right before my eyes. Josh
always had small feet, those size 8s or whatever didn’t stand a chance, just pop out of both sides. It was
unbelievable, except there it was, even as I blinked trying to force the world to be normal again they just
kept growing and soon the top and front broke as his toes broke through and pushed forward, getting bigger and
longer until the material was as good as gone and we barefoot. Josh was back in his trance or whatever though
and didn’t seem to notice, just wiggled his toes. I looked around and students passed by, just going about
their business, what the Hell was going on? A little guy just grew to size 15 feet in a matter of seconds and
no one even pauses except me…
Thinking back, I should’ve gotten up right then and there and ran like Hell for the nearest exit. But I
didn’t. The music cut out again and switched to rapping and I could hear Josh rapping along under his breath
to whatever was playing, not even noticing the change. He kept rapping even as ACDC broke through again. He
kept at it mindlessly like a zombie, his eyes empty and aimless. I looked down again and caught something
shifting in the corner of my eye. Trying not to be too obvious I looked at Josh’s legs. Short, thin, pale
and well pretty hairless but that was changing. I saw a lone brown hair gradually push out from his skin, get
longer and thicker and darker as it curled. A few more started to appear and the growth spread up as they
gradually formed a small forest over his legs, going up from his ankles and into his shorts. His shorts
bulged again, even more than before and Josh giggled like an idiot and felt himself up. Again, no one even
noticed or cared. He shifted some more as the music started changing again, his shirt started pushing out and
I noticed two giant round indentions. God, those were his nipples. They were hard as cast iron and digging
into his shirt as I watched his pecs expand underneath. He rubbed them, seeming to make them grow faster and
moaned in between rapping. I doubt his shirt could take much more, but it stopped just as it was skin tight.
Now he was lifting up his shirt and rubbing his abs as they toned up, his pale stomach flattened out instantly
and lines started appearing as it developed, the slight creases becoming rock solid crevices as he grew a 4
pack, no 6 pack, 8 pack. Each ab sculpted and smooth, pale but ripped and hard like a Greek god‘s. He was
smiling like an idiot now as he kept going on and changing more. There was no ACDC now, just the rap song. I
tried to tune it out as I saw his shoulders pressing out like they were desperate to get away from each other,
further and broader as his back began to ripple with monstrous amounts of muscle, even from this position I
could see every small detail. His shirt began to tear from the strain especially at the sleeves as his biceps
started inflating like balloons, smooth ivory muscle in tight but bulbous orbs that appeared all down his arms
even as relaxed as he was. His fingers twitching as they were stretched out, pulled further and made wider,
his palms expanding and veins pushing out on his hand as he clenched and unclenched it rapidly. I heard a
strange sound from below again and watched the shredded material that was once his shoes start to reform over
his feet. The colors all faded to a dark color and the material thickened and expanded into expensive
leather. The socks beneath vanished as soles reformed beneath his feet and the material crept over his hairy
toes across most of the top of his feet. Cream colored laces materializing out of nowhere and weaving
themselves in and out the forming holes closing the lip of the new shoes over his feet, covering his feet once
again, as a fresh pair of Sperry’s top-siders.
I called out his name, trying to get him to snap out of it, but he wouldn’t or couldn’t respond. He was
blank, enthralled even. His pants stretched tighter as his legs thickened with some muscle, his thighs
expanding into his shorts painfully until they began to strain and rip as his calves developed runner’s
muscles and pushed out, thick and taunt. They grew longer as well, I could even hear the bones cracking as
they broke and grew, endlessly smashing and repairing. It was almost too much, I don’t know what kept me
there, fear, confusion, loss maybe? I knew from the start he was a goner. The torn sleeves were vanishing,
curling up into the shirt which somehow got even tighter, impossible as that seems. The sides opened up a
little more and the neck ripped down further exposing more of his impressive chest. The material started to
thin out and change, becoming softer. The color breached into a bright white A shirt that clung to his giant
pecs for dear life. Even as his shirt finished changing the brown hairs started growing on his hands and
creeping up, taking over his arms and through the painted on A shirt I could see them growing up to his navel
while his chest remained perfectly smooth. He gave another dumb giggle as something passed through him,
tanning him perfectly, from head to toe to a perfect sun dedication, a true bro tan. His torn shorts expanded
a little to let, whatever growth occurred there, breathe. He was already wearing pretty preppy shorts, the
only noticeable change besides the size was that they shorted a little to reveal a little more of his grown
legs. They hung down a little more and still bulged out in the front, but somehow I felt like he was going
for that. Showing off. I knew what was next, but it was the hardest to watch. His already spacey eyes drew
in more and emptied out like a braking dam, all the intelligence rushing out. The pupils changed as his face
relaxed, he was high. His hair drew in, shortening and lightening. The jaw sharpened and slackened at the
same time as he gradually took on the visage of a dumb bro right there in front of everyone, not that anyone
but me noticed. Josh was gone, I knew it as he let out a long deep “woah.” He looked at me and asked if I
was “digging the dope tunes.” I shook my head, still in shock. “Bro this is Wiz, the fuck is wrong with
you?” He stormed off, and that was it.
I’m scared guys. In just a few minutes one of my most boring friends became a bro, what did she do to him?
It’s not just the video anymore, its like a super virus infecting everyone I care about. I don’t know how
much longer I can go on, everyone around me is dropping. I’m sorry for the late post I just spent so much
time sitting there wondering what happened. Signing off, thank you as always guys.
- Tom.