A rather 'lanky' individual suddenly caught her eye, another boy she had never seen before. He must have been at least 6' 3" tall, but he was as thin as a perverbial beanpole, nothing about him at all. Kristi studied his clothing, his white t-shirt, his checkered, long sleeve top shirt, his beige cargo shorts and his hi-top basketball sneakers. His hair was pretty messy, and didn't exactly improve his lackluster appearance. He was stood not far from Kristi and he looked like he was waiting for someone. "Maybe a stylist!" Kristi chuckled, looking at the boy's hair again.

"Well, I can't do anything about his hair, but..." she grinned as she focused on his rake-like legs. Why he'd chosen to wear shorts was beyond her. The boy felt a tingling in his legs as his muscle tissue began to grow. Kristi did it in increments, so as not to cause the boy to notice too much...at first. Another moment's concentration...and the boy boasted a pair of legs that an Olympic cyclist would have been proud of. Moving up to his crotch...Kristi felt a little embarrassed for him...but also turned on as she increased the size of his penis and the size of his scrotum. "Oooh...big boy!" she giggled as she saw the bulge in his shorts getting bigger and bigger. By now of course the boy was aware something was happening, but he tried to act normal.

Kristi moved up to his torso...giving him a solid six-pack and superb pecs, and the boy looked down as the sleeves of his shirt were stretched by his expanding biceps and forearms. He heard a tear as the sleeves of his undershirt lost their fight against his growing muscles. "Crap!" he mumbled to himself, as several veins appeared in his thickening neck.

"There...much better!" Kristi admired her handywork from her seated position. The boy, stood in his no ill-fitting clothes, had the body of an adonis that any girl would love to drool over, herself included.