Jack, still in astonishment, finally felt the tingling sensation become less intense in the growth come to a stop. For a minute, he just stared at the mirror, not really being able to comprehend what had just occurred. When his brain finally began to work again, he was able to marvel over just how big he was. His pecs jutted noticeably out of his chest, right above his hard six-pack. He rubbed his calves, feeling how hard and bulky they were. He noticed that his waist had shrunk down, giving him a v-taper to die for. Finally, he flexed his bicep, watching his new baseball sized peak rise up.
Jack grinned. He figured the rock had caused it, but he wasn't complaining. He had the strength he had always wanted, in addition to a great new body. Plus, he felt even stronger than he looked! He thought about how the bullies at school would now be powerless against him. School... maybe that was where he should go first! Settling on this new idea, he slipped on some new clothes (his old ones were ripping under his new bulk) and headed towards the school.
Walking down the street towards the school, Jack had time to think. With his new muscles, there was a lot he could do, and he was having trouble deciding what he wanted to do most. Sports wouldn't be a problem, and there were a lot of occupations where his strength could come in handy. Jack focused on some certain ideas that he like, but couldn't really decide on the best ones.
Finally, Jack saw the front gate of the school in sight, and he began to plan out the best way to show his new body. However, his thinking was interrupted by an odd sight. It seemed that the students that had stayed after school and some of the teachers were crowding around the main gate in a crowd of about 50, talking to one another. Jack walked briskly up to the other side of the gate, curious.
"Hey, what seems to be the problem?" Jack asked, getting the students' attention.
The other students saw him and began to talk more rapidly to one another about the muscular fox on the other side of the gate. Some thought they recognized him, some didn't, but none of them could figure out that it was really Jack, the school punching bag, standing right in front of them! Finally, a student near the front got up the courage to answer Jack's question.
"The gate was jammed! We can't get out!" The student cried.
Jack frowned, thinking hard. There had to be some way that he could free the students with his new muscles! He looked around and noticed the steel bars that lined the gate at even intervals, which really got the wheels in his brain churning. What if he could pull the bars apart to make a hole big enough so that the students could get out. Jack was unsure, as he wasn't completely sure of the limit of his strength, but he had to try.
Jack walked over to a section of the gate as the students looked on questioningly, whispering to one another to try and figure out what Jack was trying to do. Jack, trying not to pay attention to their stares, rubbed his hands together in preparation before grasping the metal bars. Using all of his strength, he pulled outwards, groaning under the pressure. It was hard work, but the bars quickly bent enough so that the hole was wide enough for the students and teachers to go free!
As the students filed through the hole one by one, they thanked Jack for letting them out and saving them. Some girls wanted to feel his muscles, and he let them, feeling proud of himself. His day had certainly began to turn around.
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