You watched as the beam hit not only your brother, but his two friends, too. You watched as all three kids started growing, their muscles swelling before your eyes.
Within a minute or so, not only was your brother a heavily-muscled kid, but so was Seth and John. They all looked like professional bodybuilders now. Their clothes grew right along with their bodies, their shirts going from a small to a large in a matter of moments. They also shot up a few inches in height, to accommodate their massive frames now.
You stare open-mouthed at your brother and his friends now. They each grew probably close to 40 pounds of muscle, making their compact size all the more intimidating.
"What are you looking at, Dave?" Tim asked, a confused look on his face. "Do I have something on my face?"
"N-no," you respond, wondering why no one else noticed the changes that took place.
"Wow," Brandon says, walking over to Tim and his friends' huge bodies. "How did you guys get to be so big?"
"Just good genetics, I guess," Seth responded, flexing one of his arms. "I mean, it's like we don't even have to lift weights that much. Just do a few sets, head back home and the next morning,we've grown even more."
"I wish I could be your size," Brandon said, motioning down towards his own skinny frame. "But I was stuck with the worst genetics you can have for building muscle."
"Hey, don't sweat it, man," Tim said, slapping Brandon hard on the back. Well, hard for Brandon, anyway. "You'll get there someday."
"Well," Tim said, remembering why they all walked into his brother's room in the first place. "Mom wanted me to tell you to go ahead and just warm up leftovers. She's going to be late in getting home tonight." He glanced down, noticing the wand on the floor. He picked it up, deciding to keep it for some reason.
"As for us, we're going to hit the gym one more time today, then we're spending the night at John's house." The three muscular children left the room, changing into their gym clothes before they leave.
"Wow, I am SO jealous of your brother, Dave," Brandon said. "I mean, he has PERFECT genetics."
"Yeah, yeah," Dave half-mumbled, not really paying attention. Then it dawned on him. The wand! His brother had the wand! If Tim or any of his friends figure out how to use the wand, there was no telling what would happen. He had to get it back.
But how would he do it?
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