This choice: "How about we grow your calves?" • Go Back...Chapter #6"How about we grow your calves?" by: scriptboy   Jared was hunched over his desk, furiously scribbling down answers to his calculus homework. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of his desk lamp. Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation crept up his legs.
“What the—” Jared muttered, glancing down. His calves were… growing. Not just a little, but *a lot*. Within seconds, they ballooned to a staggering 22 inches around, looking like they belonged to a professional bodybuilder—or maybe a cartoon character.
He stood up, wobbling slightly under the newfound weight of his Herculean calves. “Drew!” Jared shouted, already suspecting the culprit. He stumbled to the mirror, gawking at his reflection. “What did you do?!”
From somewhere outside, Drew’s voice rang out, amplified by what Jared could only assume was some kind of telepathic prankster magic. “Relax, dude! I just thought you could use some *gains*. You’re welcome!”
Jared groaned, poking at his now absurdly muscular legs. “Undo it, Drew! I look like I skipped every other day at the gym!”
But before Jared could argue further, his legs suddenly moved on their own. One hop. Two hops. Three hops. Jared shot straight up, his head narrowly missing the ceiling fan. “DREW!” he yelled, flailing mid-air before landing with a thud.
Drew’s laughter echoed through the room. “Bro, you’ve got a *sick* vertical leap now! You’re basically an NBA draft pick waiting to happen.”
Jared glared at the ceiling, as if Drew’s disembodied voice was hiding up there. “I don’t *want* a vertical leap! I want my normal legs back!”
“Fine, fine,” Drew said, still chuckling. “But admit it—you felt pretty cool for a second.”
Jared crossed his arms, his calves still comically oversized. “I’ll admit it when you admit you’re the worst friend ever.”
“Deal,” Drew replied, and with a snap of his fingers (or whatever it was Drew did), Jared’s legs returned to their normal, non-terrifying size. Jared sighed in relief, sinking back into his chair.
“By the way,” Drew added, his voice fading as if he was walking away, “you might want to check your reflection again.”
Jared turned to the mirror, only to see his eyebrows had been replaced with neon green caterpillars. “DREW!” he bellowed, as Drew’s laughter echoed into the distance.
And that’s how Jared learned to never leave Drew unsupervised with his mysterious powers—or at least to invest in a good pair of sunglasses to hide his face.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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