What kind of best friend would he be if he didn't help out his bro a bit? Thought Dave. But how to help him? He looked him up and down a bit. Skinny, punk... hmm. And then it hit him.
"I'm going to turn him into a punk rock Adonis."
And so, with a flick of the wand, Dave imagined what the ultimate in hot rockers looked like, and made Brandon that reality.
First, his body. Dave decided that, while he still wanted to be the biggest, Brandon needed to compete a bit. So the growth began right before his eyes. Pound by pound, inch by inch, Brandon grew bigger, stronger, more muscular. Meat piled on his thin frame, bulging instantly and turning meaty and striated. His abs grew more and more defined. His pecs grew bigger, until it looked like he had a couple of baseball base plates on his chest. His arms exploded with growth, growing to 28 inches around. As they did though, tattoos began to snake around his skin, and his clothes began to morph. Gone were his average duds. Soon, he was wearing nothing on his torso but a ripped leather vest, barely fitting over his robust frame. His back widened, while his hips remained slim. His legs bulged with diamond-hard power, as his jeans turned into skin-tight leather pants, and his crotch began to bulge with his enlarged cock. His hair became wilder, dyed bright green and spiky. He began to tower, and finished his growth at about 6'8" and over 300 pounds of lean, packed, raw muscle.
Dave smiled at his handiwork. His best friend became the ripped rock god of every squealing teenager's punk dreams.
He looked at his friends, and wondered, what now for the group? Now that they have become what they dreamed, where to go?