Mike stood in front of the posing mirrors. He looked at his 330 pounds muscle body bulging and tensing in a somewhat ridiculous manner after every movement he made. His pecs hardened under even shallow breaths, and he had to admit to Ty, it looked and felt pretty cool.
"It's a lot different than being really fat, Ty. I just didn't want to let on that I might be enjoying myself." He said as he flexed his huge upper body. Ty was only paying half attention, looking at his own, 15 year old body. Snapping out of his trance, he said. "Oh, I know what you mean, Mike. You know, you can have it both ways."
Mike looked in the mirror with a somewhat devious grin. "So... I could get really fat on top of this? Like a sumo wrestler?" Ty nodded with a little smile and pointed at the bodybuilder in the lime green trunks, who seemed pre-occupied with loosing the solid gut that bounded before him. "I did that to that guy. He was a big muscle man a few days ago, until he hit Dustin at the coffee shop. Now he's got that 70 pound mound to deal with."
Mike's jaw nearly dropped, as he hadn't noticed the man before. He looked strange with such a defined, sculpted back, arms and chest. A ridiculously large stomach blew up from underneath it, but it didn't sag in the least. It seemed to defy gravity, even in it's grossly disproportionate size. "Wow Ty, you do some good work! That can happen to me any day.... although...." Ty cut in on Mike's sentence. "Yeah yeah, he looks a bit skinny compared to your standards." Ty rolled his eyes.
Mike had a laugh, and continued to flex his ever swelling muscles. Peter had adjusted his wish before he went to help out Dustin at the treadmills. Mike was growing continuously in front of the mirrors, as long as he flexed. Ty hadn't wished any changes to his own body all day, and watching Mike slowly climb to 400 pounds of rock solid muscle made him realize that he was getting a bit bored.
Mike was distracted from his own body when he saw Ty shoot up a few inches in height behind him. He turned around as Ty began bulking into his T-shirt. Large biceps began to fill his short sleeved shirt, and his shorts grew tight around his guads. He stood up off the bench as his shirt began to transform into a white wife-beater.
Ty stood a few inches taller than big Mike, and his muscles were quickly catching up to his friend. in a few moments, Ty was weighing in at 280 pounds, which was still a bit unbelievable, but he let Mike stay as the bigger guy.
"Ty, you gotta warn people before you do something like that!" Mike shouted at his bodybuilding buddy. No one seemed to alarmed, and didn't bother to stare. Ty shrugged it off. "You might want to stop flexing now, Mike. You're about 400 now, and I don't think those shorts are going to last much longer."
Mike looked down at his overly tight shorts, and he realized that Ty was right. The canvas shorts were pulled taut at the seams. "Ty, I just want to be a bit bigger, would you make the shorts stretch please?" Mike turned back into the mirror and began to flex.
Mike's butt began to grow once again, along with his quads. He passed quickly by 410, and even quicker by 415. Then, in one quick burst, Mike shot up past 420, 430, and with a deafening "riiiiiip!" and before Mike could react, he found himself at 460 pounds, and in his stressed out boxers. He was a bit embarrassed, but still no one took note at the outrageously huge man who still stood, growing, and a bit tense in his underwear.
"Ty! Why didn't you change the shorts?" He said a bit nervously. Ty responded slyly. "You said to tell you before I did anything. I didn't get to say a thing before you started going again." Mike hung his head with a little chuckle. "Well, could I have some clothes then, Ty? It's a bit cold in here."