Taking the wand, Tim shot Brandon with the wand. Almost as soon as the light hit Brandon, the guy started to change. The front of Brandon's shirt, which used to be flat, began to push outwards as a pair of pectorals began to develop. At first, the chest development did make Brandon look more attractive and more masculine, but after awhile the changes became more and more freaky because although Brandon's chest was getting bigger, the rest of his body stayed the same. The bigger Brandon’s pectorals became, the more ridiculous the proportions were becoming.
Bigger and bigger they swelled, blowing up like two pairs of balloons. They became the size of cantaloupes, no melons, no, even bigger! Brandon began to hunch forward because the sheer weight in those mounds of muscles were becoming too heavy for his normal sized body to handle.
Finally it was done, and Brandon was now a pec-freak. His chest were huge, bigger than Tim’s, stretching the front of Brandon’s shirt to the limit. He looked absolutely ridiculous that it took Tim everything he had not to laugh out loud and give away his position.
“Man, my back really aches today.” Brandon said, reaching up and hefting his protruding pectorals.
“Have you tried working out?” Jackie asked him. “Maybe you can put on some muscle so you can support them better.”
“Nah, the docs say that my medical condition won’t allow me to grow any muscle mass other than my chest. It really sucks, a lot of girls hate being a guy with bigger boobs than they do.” Brandon sighed, causing his already enormous chest to push out even further.
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