Growing Alex more was certainly tempting to Tom, but at this point it would be like trying to add on more dirt to the top of Mount Everest. His friend was already so enormous, it didn't seem fair or right to keep using the wand on him, at least for now. "I'll see ya in a bit, buddy," Tom said to his sleeping muscle-god friend. He turned around, his eyes sweeping over the rest of the beach, looking for other subjects to test the wand out on, not seeing anyone interesting at first.
People that walked by who had never seen Alex before certainly took a double take when their eyes landed on the huge muscle boy, staring at him almost lustfully, no matter what their leanings were. Tom couldn't blame him; he was straight, but he still had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Alex's ginormous body, his muscles just begging to be admired. No one stopped to talk to either of them, though several people certainly slowed down as they passed.
Tom then noticed a couple of guys he recognized from school a few hundred feet away. They were playing beach volleyball with seven or eight guys that Tom didn't know. Jon and Will were both nice guys, and even though Tom wasn't good friends with either of them, they always would be open to chatting, and sometimes the three (or four, if Alex joined in) would work on homework together. Jon was a bit overweight, and Tom noted he was the only boy in the volleyball game who still wore a shirt, ashamed of his physique, Tom guessed. Will was much skinnier and shirtless, but his pasty thin body definitely looked unimpressive amongst the more toned guys the two boys were playing with.
Watching the game for a bit, Tom soon realized that both boys were not very active in the game, hanging out at the back of the side of the court that their team was on. Every once in a while, the ball would come their way, and Jon or Will would make an effort to hit it, only to either whiff at the ball completely and let it fall to the ground, or hit it too hard and in the completely wrong direction, out of bounds.
The other boys on the team, put off by their lack of skill, started to grumble at them. "C'mon, losers," one of the taller, more athletic boys finally berated them. "This is the winning point. Either get your heads into the game, or just go make sand castles or whatever with the little kids." Will and Jon hung their heads lower, definitely appearing depressed.
Tom felt the hair on the back of his neck bristle a bit, upset that these nice boys were being treated so meanly. "It's just a game," he said to himself, "why are these other guys being such jerks?" He thought about the situation for a moment, realizing there was something he could do. Smiling, he picked up the wand and edged closer to the court, making sure to stay out of the sight of the volleyball players for the time being.
As the other team got ready to serve, Tom aimed the wand at Jon first, pulling it back and letting it fire. The beam shot out again, and hit Jon straight in the chest. Tom watched in awe as the boy's flab began to morph into muscle. Instead of being loose and a bit jiggly, Jon's arms and legs now were becoming rock-solid, pulsing with the power of the wand. His shirt was pushed outward, forming around the firm hills of his chest muscles, and his sleeves started to strain against his biceps, while his legs became like firm pillars of steel.
With Jon's changes finishing, Tom thought to himself, "Not bad. Let's see if the sequel is any better than the original." He changed his aim to Will, firing the wand at the skinnier, bare-chested boy. The pale skin began to bulge outward as powerful ridges of muscle started appearing everywhere. Will's abs were the first change Tom noticed, a six-pack quickly forming, widening his narrow waist and giving the boy a washboard stomach. Will's shoulders broadened as his pectorals pushed apart, the swelling also making its way to his biceps and triceps, making them more powerful than one would have thought possible on such a skinny boy. His legs swelled too, his butt becoming more firm and round, the glutes stretching the fabric of Will's board shorts, and the calves now looking like hard softball-sized slabs of muscle.
Tom stepped back, watching his handiwork. The two boys now seemed to be much more enthused and energetic, and as the other team served, Jon quickly ran underneath the ball, hitting and popping it high into the air. Will then used his enormous leg muscles to jump up high into the air and spike the ball right into the ground. A boy on the other team dove for it but wasn't able to save it, the ball hitting the sand, giving the point, and the game, to Jon and Will's team. Their teammates mobbed them, giving each of them a series of high-fives and lifting them up into the air, heroes. The two boys just beamed, blissfully unaware of the weaklings they had been only moments ago.
Tom smiled to himself, happy to help out guys who had been so supportive and helpful to him and his friends. He pocketed the wand, trying to decide what to do next.
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