Zach started pulling me away from the window and back to the bed, screaming the whole time. When he pulled me into the room earlier, it was adrenaline that fed his strength, but this time, it seemed like his body was increasing in power… and size…
Even in the four steps we took from the window to the bed, I could feel Zach’s arms wrapping tighter around me, and I also felt them expand. He threw me down and I landed on the bed on my back. I looked up at him as he continued to scream… he was in pain from the swelling of his body. His pants were getting tighter around his growing thighs and calves, and his pecs and abs looked like they were growing as well. I looked up at his face. After seeing the hair on his head retracting into a buzz cut and the hair on his face grow out into a thin beard, I looked into Zach’s eyes. He was still grimacing from the pain, and he definitely looked different, but I still recognized him as the smaller young man who was hiding under the bedsheets a few moments ago.
Zach looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know…”
He trailed off as he began to scream again, and this time the screams were lower in pitch. Zach grew even bigger; his muscles were massive, and he was well over 6 feet tall. He reached down with his giant hands and ripped through his pants, as they had become skin-tight and uncomfortable. He had grown dense body hair on his chest, arms and legs, and a thick patch had grown above his penis, which looked massive to me. Zach’s screams changed tone gradually, they became moans, and eventually the sounds turned into soft laughter. As if his personality had changed…
I had never seen anything like it. One minute I saw this Hispanic guy, somewhere around my age, my height, maybe a little slighter in mass than me. Then I watched him turn into a man that was several years older, standing 6’4” tall, somewhere around 300 pounds, mostly muscle but a little thick around the middle. And he had an evil grin on his face.