This choice: Ryan only notices once the growth speeds up, his head approaching the ceiling • Go Back... Ryan could already feel his thighs and calves straining by the time he finished twenty squats, his muscles tightening and relaxing with every fluid movement, his eyes closed in concentration, arms out to keep his balance. He would breath in as he squatted, then exhale as he rose back to the starting position and each time he rose, he grew a little larger. It was slow at first; each squat only produced about a quarter of an inch. The longer he went on, however, the faster the process became. A quarter of an inch became half an inch. Ten squats later it was three quarters of an inch. By the time he finished fifty squats, sweat standing out again on his forehead, his legs shiny from the sweat building there, he was growing an inch a squat.
"Tomorrow at practice, I'm going to show EVERYONE what I'm made of." Ryan thought to himself, in the zone of his workout, not noticing as his every squat pushed his head closer to the ceiling. Already his tank top was beginning to grow tight around his chest, the waistband of his shorts cinching around his middle. The waistband was elastic, however, allowing more give than a normal set of shorts would, hiding the extent of Ryan's changes from himself. "I'm going to walk onto the diamond tomorrow and when a pop fly comes over my head, I'm just going to crouch down and JUMP so high that everyone's mouths are going to drop open!"
The floor began to creak as Ryan's weight increased, his bare feet spreading out across the carpet, toes gripping and relaxing rhythmically, his stance shifting unconsciously. His tank top was beginning to ride up his lean stomach, the faint outline of abs visible there, though,due to his stocky build, it was more of a four pack, than a six pack, the ridges only barely visible. The hems of his shorts slowly rose up his thighs, the openings tightening around them, clinging like spandex.
"Seth is going to be the most shocked of all!" Ryan thought, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. "Once I catch the ball I'll just stroll over to him and casually toss it and he won't even be able to grab it, he'll be so surprised!"
Ryan's breath gusted out of his mouth, rustling some nearby papers on his desk, his tank top now hugging him around his chest, the straps straining to hold back his thickening arms. The entire room was creaking and groaning now as he moved, the sounds lost on Ryan, the boy's mind focused only on his workout and tomorrow's practice. "And then, EVERYONE is going to cheer and they'll... OUCH!"
Ryan's voice, noticeably louder from his growth, rang out with enough force to rattle his window, his head colliding with the ceiling. A sharp CRACK preceded Ryan's cry of pain, his upward momentum on his latest squat propelling him directly against the barrier above. The boy stepped back, losing his balance and falling to his butt, the force of the fall quaking the entire room to the point that books fell from his shelves, along with a trophy or two, crashing against the ground in a cacophonous clatter. "What the heck?"
Ryan moaned, rubbing the top of his head, looking up as plaster rained down from above, a very visible dent directly above him with cracks radiating out from it. "Did I just... hit my head... on the ceiling?"
Ryan's gaze slowly moved down, his eye line now above where it usually was, even sitting down. He gasped as he saw how far his legs stretched out in front of him, his bare feet looking like they were on the opposite side of the room. He gently placed his foot down against a nearby shoe, eyes widening as he saw the bare appendage utterly eclipse it, hiding it from view. Ryan's attention moved up his legs, over shorts so tight they were practically briefs, the briefs underneath faring far better at keeping his modesty than they had any right to. Above that, his tank top looked ready to give up the ghost, Ryan's breathing alone stretching it beyond capacity. "Holy cow... I'm... I'm HUGE!"
His voice rumbled forth once again, louder, but no less childish, rattling the window yet again. He reached out and grabbed one of his weights, a ten pounder. He grinned as he felt how light it was; he could easily pick it up with just two fingers! "I bet I could hit a ball that goes like... for as long as TWO home runs now!"
Slowly, gently, Ryan got to his feet, rising up, and up, and up, until his head connected with the ceiling again. Smiling, he pressed up against it a bit, already feeling the structure giving way to his strength. He stopped himself and hunched down, his posture needing to be in a bit of a slump just to avoid hitting the ceiling again. Ryan had no head for numbers, but the height of the room was around nine feet, which meant he was clearly taller than that by a significant amount. All he cared about, however, was that he was BIG. "If I'm standing in the outfield, NOTHING is going to get past me! This is AWESOME!"
The window buzzed and rattled some more, Ryan's footsteps around his now much smaller room shaking everything with every movement. He was causing so much of a ruckus it was a wonder that Andy hadn't investigated.
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