Jeff wasn't a nerd, he wasn't anything really. Not smart or dumb, just there. He didn't get picked on and he wasn't popular, no one really noticed him. Jeff was just the unremarkable quiet kid in the back of class. One uneventful day he was daydreaming in the back of the classroom when he noticed a word carved into it. Rampage. He traced his finger over it and suddenly felt a shock run through him but it passed. The rest of the class he felt weird. He kept having strange urges to fight and the problems seemed harder. He noticed he got even the basic review questions wrong and started to panic. He shifted in his seat, feeling like a caged animal. Man he hated school, it sucked! He could feel the rage building inside him. School made his head hurt, fuck school. Fuck school for making him feel dumb. Being smart was stupid anyway. When the bell rang he stormed out of the class, not caring that he was a little taller than before. When he reached his locker he saw the word again written there. Rampage. It triggered something inside him and he opened it to find fighting trophies that somehow he remembered winning, even though he didn't ahve a clue how to fight. He also found larger clothes and a note telling him to put them on. As if in a trance he grabbed the clothes and headed to the bathroom. He stripped and watched his skin darken and his muscles grow, especially his arms and chest. He was really proud of all the hours he spent in the gym getting those big pecs. He felt little dark hairs grow on his arms and legs and a little on his chest. He also got taller again and his face aged and got harder and meaner looking. He moaned and his voice dropped as his dick grew along with his confidence. Finally he started putting on the new clothes which fit perfectly and checked himself out in the mirror. Damn, he thought, I need a good fight! And he went out to find someone to beat up.