Drake slapped his brother on the back "Well you deserve a little extra muscle. Now you can ask out Adrianna from Botany and Bioengineering, she likes big guys, but doesn't like that all the ones she's met are stupid. Plus you can help her carry dirt and stuff, that's your opening."
"Yeah? Thanks for the tips. I know she was out in the forest collecting samples today, think you could send me there?"
"Sure," Drake replied, "Also" he paused and snapped his fingers, making a second body appear beside his current one, an exact clone and when he next spoke he used that one instead "If you want I can change this into a duplicate of her for you to practice on."
"No, I think I can manage on my own."
"Alright, off to Adrianna you go," Drake said and Matt immediately vanished.
Drake hoped his brother didn't mess things up. Of course he could see the future if he wanted, but he wanted to let some stuff still be a surprise. And now that he'd sent Matt off he wanted to focus on some fun of his own. First he changed his haircut a bit, shifting it so it was slightly shorter and had a windswept look, especially the fringe. Next, in the blink of an eye he dispersed his second body and teleported himself to the mall, and had even willed his socks and shoes; a pair of high-top sneakers, onto his feet as he'd teleported. To his surprise, as he walked in, he saw his best friend Tyler.
Tyler was the same age as him, and had brown hair in a similar windswept skater cut to the one Drake had just given himself, only Tyler wore his shorter. Tyler had blue eyes too, and was also quite athletic. He currently wore a blue t-shirt and denim shorts with a cloth belt, as well as high-top sneakers. "Hey Ty!" Drake called, dashing over to him.
"Oh! Hey Drake, sup?"
"Nothin' much really, just wanted to get out, you want to hang?"
"Actually yeah, I was just about to text you actually."
"Sweet! Let's see if we can find anyone else."
Tyler nodded, "Can I see you flex first?" he asked, looking at Drake's bare, muscular arms.
"Of course," said Drake, flexing his bicep and letting Ty feel the ball of solid muscle.
"Sick! I wish I had muscles like you."
"You do? Well then I might as well bring you into the muscle boy club then," Drake said.
"What do you mean?" Tyler asked.
In the blink of an eye Drake watched his friend's frame fill up with lean, athletic muscle, his arms gaining size and definition, his pecs pushing out against his shirt, and plenty more growth and definition that his clothes currently hid. It was only two seconds, but in those two seconds Tyler had grown to match Drake's lean-but-almost-bulky physique perfectly. To save time on explanations Drake filled Tyler's head with the information about the god formula and the cosmic gem. "Shit," Tyler muttered, "My best friend can do anything? Including make me look like a superhero? That... is fucking awesome!"
"No so loud," Drake hushed, "Let's keep this on a need-to-know basis okay?"
"Oh yeah, sure," Tyler agreed, feeling his abs under his shirt and how solid they were, "But couldn't you just make it so they couldn't hear?"
"Yeah I suppose, but I think it's easier this way. But if you want," Drake said, and in an instant they were entirely unnoticed by everyone in the mall. They weren't invisible, they just weren't seen or noticed by anyone. "There, now they'll never know we're here."
"So, what else can you do, besides that?"
"Well... I can do this," Drake said, seemingly doing nothing.
There was a brief moment of confusion on Tyler's face before he fell to his knees and felt a powerful, sourceless orgasm wrack his body. "Oh... oh..." Tyler moaned in pleasure "Duuude, this... oh man."
Due to his body still being prepubescent there was no way Tyler could actually ejaculate, but Drake was having fun giving him the sensation. After about fifteen minutes Drake caused the orgasm to raise to climax, and then fall away and leave Tyler normal. "What the fuck was that?" he asked.
"Orgasm. I got the idea from someone's head, didn't bother checking whose. I think he lives in Japan. So, want me to keep demonstrating on you, or should we go find someone to change?"
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