Drew wasted no time sending Jared home. Once he arrived, 5 seconds later, he went straight to his room.
Jared had barely dropped his backpack by the door when it hit him—a strange warmth spreading across his chest. He froze, wide-eyed, as his t-shirt began to tighten like shrink-wrap.
“Drew…” he muttered under his breath, already suspecting the culprit.
The fabric strained as his pecs pushed outward, swelling larger and rounder with every heartbeat.
"Ohhhhhmmmnngggg!!!" Jared groaned.
His timid frame was suddenly betraying him, transforming into something massive. The seams of his shirt screamed in protest until—*rip!*—the cotton split down the middle, exposing the impossible bulk beneath.
"AAACK!!!"
Jared stumbled back, clutching at himself, but the growth didn’t stop until his chest looked like two sculpted half-basketballs jutting proudly from his torso, veins snaking across the surface like lightning bolts.
"MY CHEST! Ack!!!"
He rushed to the bathroom, nearly tripping over his own sneakers, and stared at the mirror. For a moment, silence.
"Holy crap! My PECS!!!"
Then, a grin spread across his face. He flexed experimentally, bouncing his new pecs up and down like living pistons.
“Okay… this is insane,” he whispered, half horrified, half thrilled.
Back in his room, Jared rifled through his closet, but every shirt he tried was laughably small.
"Urrrghhhh... Now, nothing fits.... What shirt am I gonna wear????"
He gave up, tossing them aside, and wandered shirtless across his bedroom, his chest casting shadows it had never made before.
Somewhere across town, Drew was probably laughing, waiting for the next round of alien-powered mischief.
"HAAA HA HA HA!!" Drew roared. "Ohhhh man.... The look on his face when his pecs exploded! CLASSIC!!! Whoohoooo!"
Jared sighed, shaking his head—but he couldn’t stop smiling.
"Urghh... Okaaaayyy... Today is gonna be a No-shirt-day!"
Jared was still pacing shirtless around his room, marveling at the impossible bulk of his chest, when the warmth returned—this time lower, spreading across his stomach. He froze, bracing himself against his desk as his midsection tightened like stone.
"WHOA! Hey! What? No! NOOOO! NOT again! Nooooo!"
His timid frame began to ripple with definition. One by one, blocks of muscle pressed outward, carving themselves into a perfect six-pack, then an eight-pack, each ridge sharp enough to catch the light.
KKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRKKKKKRRRRR!!!!!
Veins traced across the surface, highlighting the deep valleys between the muscles.
Jared lifted his hand and ran it across his abdomen, stunned at how solid it felt. His nerdy, bookish body had been rewritten into something out of a fitness magazine. He twisted side to side, watching the muscles flex and shift like armor plates.
“Drew… you’re insane,” Jared whispered, half laughing, half in awe. He knew Drew could hear him.
He turned back to the mirror, striking a pose he’d only ever seen athletes do, his pecs bouncing while his abs rippled beneath them. For the first time, Jared didn’t look timid—he looked powerful.
And somewhere, Drew was grinning, already plotting the next growth spurt.
"Operation Blow-Up-Nerd Completed!" Drew grinned.
What does Drew do next and where does Jared go?
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