Suddenly, they noticed that Blake was spitting something... He looked at Cooper in rage.
"You asshole! You spat in my mouth!" Cooper just laughs after Blake says that.
"Like you have never done that before." He just responds with.
"Oh yeah! Well how about you..." Suddenly he... He stops... As he feels something in himself move as he gets a little bit lightheaded.
“Hey, what the hell?” Blake yelped. But his irritation quickly gave way to confusion as a strange warmth began to spread through his body, starting from his mouth. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant—in fact, it was oddly comforting, like the embrace of a cozy blanket.
Then, the changes began.
Blake’s chest tingled as a subtle pressure built beneath the surface of his skin, quickly growing into an undeniable force. His pecs began to push outward, swelling with size and definition. The fabric of his t-shirt pulled tight, outlining the growing contours of his chest before splitting with an audible tear. The exposed skin glistened, smooth yet unyielding, as his pecs became firm and sculpted. Each breath he took seemed to inflate them further, the muscles flexing involuntarily as if testing their newfound strength.
The warmth spread outward to his shoulders, and Blake’s deltoids surged with growth, rounding into powerful caps that gave him an imposing silhouette. His traps followed, rising like thick cords on either side of his neck, which itself thickened slightly to match his expanding frame. He rolled his shoulders instinctively, marveling at the sheer power radiating from them.
Blake’s arms came alive next, a strange tingling crawling down from his shoulders to his fingertips. His biceps swelled dramatically, the muscle fibers twisting and coiling under his skin like steel cables. Each pulse of growth sent his biceps higher, forming impressive peaks that stretched the limits of his sleeves before they finally burst apart. His triceps flared out behind his arms, giving them a horseshoe-like definition that made his arms look both massive and perfectly proportioned. His forearms thickened as well, veins snaking across their surface in intricate patterns, a visible testament to the strength coursing through them.
His core tightened suddenly, and Blake doubled over slightly as a powerful contraction rippled through his abdomen. One by one, his abs emerged, each muscle carving itself into sharp relief as if being chiseled by an unseen sculptor. His six-pack quickly turned into an eight-pack, the ridges so defined they cast subtle shadows in the midday sun. His obliques followed, slanting diagonally along his sides in perfect symmetry, giving his torso the appearance of a living, breathing statue.
The heat traveled lower, pooling in his legs. Blake gasped as his thighs began to expand, the muscle fibers multiplying and thickening with astonishing speed. His quads ballooned outward, forming powerful teardrop shapes that strained against the seams of his shorts. The fabric didn’t stand a chance, shredding audibly as his hamstrings rounded out behind his legs, adding to the sheer bulk. His calves swelled into diamond-shaped pillars of strength, their definition so sharp that every step he took made them flex dramatically. Even his feet grew larger, the muscles in his arches and toes strengthening to support his enhanced frame.
Blake’s back was the final piece of the transformation. A ripple of energy surged along his spine, and his lats flared outward, giving him a broad, wing-like appearance. His traps rose higher, framing his thickened neck and making his posture seem regal, almost predatory. He could feel the sheer power in his back as he stretched, the muscles moving like tectonic plates beneath his skin.
By the time the transformation subsided, Blake stood taller, his entire body radiating vitality and strength. His tattered clothes hung in shreds, unable to contain his new form. He glanced down at himself, his hands trembling as he took in the sheer size and power of his body. His fingers traced over his chest and abs, the muscles hard and unyielding beneath his touch.
“This… this is insane,” Blake breathed, his voice deeper and more resonant than before. He flexed experimentally, his muscles responding with a satisfying tightness. His hands, now larger and more calloused, curled into fists, and he felt as if he could crush a rock with ease.
Cooper and Julian just look at him... In awe, and a little bit of fear.
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