I grabbed the container Blake had busted the top off of and gave it a once-over. It read "MagiTech Protein Powder" and rambled on about health benefits. If the frog tongue stuff was any indicator, I knew exactly what was about to happen. "Blake, you're probably gonna want to take your sweatshirt off," I said showing him the label of what he had ingested. "Oh shit," he replied, quickly pulling his arms out of the sleeves of his black hoodie.
He tossed the sweatshirt and his backpack to Sandy, now only clothed with a loose graphic t-shirt. He looked panicked, "How long did it take?" Sandy I exchanged glances. "Did what take?" I asked. He barked back, "The pill! How long did the pill take before-"
But before he could even finish his sentence we heard a loud CRACK and saw Blake hunch over, holding his arms over his stomach. "Augh!" he yelped in pain. Another CRACK and I saw his veins on his body starting to bulge out. CRACK. His arms looked a little bigger, more defined. CRACK. Blake's shirt began to look less loose on him. CRACK. We could see a bicep form on his arm as well as the definition of a tricep forming.
Down below, his legs were starting to strain his skinny jeans. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. The growth was speeding up. His quads grew in size, causing a tightness in the jeans. Back on his chest, two pecs were starting to grow, pushing just ever-so-slightly against his now well-fitting t-shirt.
As quickly as they started, the sickening cracks went away. Blake remained hunched over for a second as his veins slowly returned to their original size. "...Owwww," he managed to whine before rising back up.
"HOLY SHIT," I exclaimed. Blake had always been the runt of the litter as far as guys went, but now he looked like he actually could hold his own in a fight. Biceps now showed themselves on his arms. Curious, he lifted up his shirt. Instead of a non-descript tummy, we now saw some defined six-pack abs.
"Holy shit..." Blake uttered. "Do you two know any other words? God," Sandy mocked. She had walked over to the protein powder on the floor and looked it over. "It says you're supposed to take it with water for smoother results," she said while reading the package, "I'm guessing that's what caused the pain."
Blake and I just remained in awe of the difference in Blake's body. "Boys," Sandy scoffed as she nudged me walked back to our side and took a seat. Blake stopped flexing for a moment, "Wow, my pants are really tight," he said while gesturing to his skinny jeans practically cutting off circulation to his legs, "Help a freak out?"
About 15 minutes had passed and we managed to get Blake's skinny jeans peeled off. Well, they _were _skinny jeans, now stretched beyond their initial fit. I sat against the aisle while Blake was standing in boxer shorts hugged by his larger legs. Sandy sat cross-legged on the floor between us. Blake had become completely obsessed with his changes and Sandy continued to play around with her new tongue. "So this is amazing," Blake said, still looking over his improved muscles, "Everything in this place works! It actually fucking works!" He flexed his arms showcasing the now-defined lean biceps on his arms. "We can't stop here, we need to check out everything we can."
Sandy looked at me with a coy grin, "You know, we've both sampled some of the stuff here," she said to Blake as she stood up, "But Cal hasn't had the pleasure." They were now side-by-side facing me. She continued, "I think it's only fair if he had to try something next." The two of them grinned while I felt a bead of sweat form on my brow.
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