As Jake ate, he noticed that the food was fuel for his body. It was raw materials as well, the protein providing the building blocks for his growing muscle. He felt more connected to his body, and he seemed to intuitively understand what it needed to grow. And grow it did. He could feel his muscles tingle, could feel them drawing what they needed from the food he was eating. He loved it. In minutes his plate was empty. He looked down at it forlornly, as the amazing tingle in his muscles slowly slipped away.
Jake stood, taking his tray back to the counter. Seconds were unusual, but the school allowed them. Today, he was ravenous. He piled his plate twice as high as before, again picking food that would fuel his growing body. Grinning, he sat down and dug into the cafeteria-provided feast. Again his muscles responded, seeming to hum with growth as he ate. He could feel his strength increasing, could feel the power building inside his body. He felt strong and capable. He felt incredible.
When Jake finished his second plate, he decided he had to check out his body. He strode down the hall, his body feeling bigger and sexier than ever. He grinned as he saw eyes turn toward him as he walked past. They all looked small, now. Shorter and thinner than him, it emphasized to him how big he was getting. He went into the bathroom and slipped off his jacket, holding it in one hand as he walked over to the mirror. His tee shirt looked painted on, it was so tight, and the outline of the tank top underneath was clearly visible under the tight fabric. Jake grinned, flexing his powerful chest under the shirt, watching his pecs mound up and strain the cloth even more. He brought up his arms and flexed, grunting with excitement at the softball-sized muscle rose at his command, forcing the sleeves of his tee-shirt to stretch more and more to accommodate his bulk. Jake wanted to be bigger. He wanted to be so big that his arms would tear through those sleeves! He looked at the jacket. Grinning, he slipped it back on. Looking square in the mirror he flexed again, his arms rising up, the ball of muscle clearly moving under the leather jacket. It wasn't as obvious, because the leather was looser and thicker than his tee shirt, but that didn't matter to Jake--he could feel that tingle come back as he flexed with the jacket on, just like it had hit him when he ate with the jacket on. "Gonna do it," he whispered to himself, "Gonna get even bigger!"
Jake heard a soft gasp from one of the stalls. He dropped the pose and turned toward it, seeing an eye in the space between the door and the stall wall.
"Who's there?" the big jock demanded.