Hannah slipped past Jack (something she clearly had experience doing, given Jack's absolutely unreal width), leaving her boyfriend just kinda of... standing there. It was a good thing for Jack that she swiftly moved to her bedroom and shut the door behind her, otherwise she might have been a bit troubled by her giant man just staring off into the distance for a good minute, only the gigantic inhales expanding his massive chest giving him signs of life.
This was just... unreal. He had always wanted to be big and strong, and had even fantasized about being the biggest and strongest man in the world before, but this was on a completely different scale of lunacy. Even turning his neck to look himself over caused wild muscular bulges from its sheer enormousness - the thing looked like an ultra-muscular pillar in its own right. Jack marveled at the sheer girth of all of his limbs. A muscle fiend like him knew that the largest measured biceps in history were 31 inches around - and even those were heavily disproportionate and obviously synthetically enhanced. Jack had easily more than DOUBLED that record with his seemingly all natural (or supernatural, more accurately) muscle... and he wasn't even flexing them! He was almost afraid to for fear he would break something with their sudden expansion.
His mind still starting to actually process things properly again, Jack relied on pure instinct, just following the last direction he was given, moving over to his own bedroom and towards his closet in order to put a shirt on. Jack was still acclimating to his new perspective and size, so he didn't even really notice that even the halls and doorways of the apartment seemed to be sized up to fit his bulk... well, mostly. He still had to tuck his shoulders in a bit, causing his titanic delts to flex out and push into his monster of a pectoral shelf, in order to squeeze into his own bedroom.
Throwing open his closet, he was greeted with another sight that confirmed that it wasn't just him that had changed, but the entire world around him. These clothes were definitely sized up to fit his bulk, and his bulk specifically - his shirts looked more like the size of bed sheets than the clothes he remembered. He picked out a plain white tank top, pulling it over his head and onto his bare torso. The action was so automatic it didn't even occur to Jack how incredible it was for a man of his size to still retain this level of flexibility... even if his bicep peaks did slam into either side of his head from the simple act of lifting his arms.
He did finally get the tank top fully on, though even this enormous piece of fabric was quite tight on him - his pecs and abs were perfectly defined underneath the strong material, and the actual straps were tugged so tightly between the immense height of his traps and the depth of his pecs that one could probably strum them like guitar strings. Still, at least it fit... and left the massive glory that was his arms fully exposed and ready for action.
But what to do now?
Jack's mind immediately wandered back to what Hannah said... specifically, about Kara Summer. It was, in fact, a dream of his to meet her one day - and aside from all of this craziness, that was a chance he was always going to jump on. He definitely thought she was hot as hell, and Jack and Hannah were secure enough as a couple that they had no qualms letting each other ogle to their heart's content - hell, being both bisexual, they were often ogling the same people. And Kara was definitely in that club.
Besides, getting out and getting some fresh air would probably be good for his state of mind.
By the time Jack exited his bedroom again, Hannah had already changed and left for class, leaving him alone once again. Luckily, he didn't have any more classes for the day... at least, not that he remembered. This was the first time Jack thought of the fact that him changing so dramatically AND reality changing around him might have more far-reaching effects than just his wardrobe...
... But he didn't really feel like poking at that thought right now. Instead, Jack squeezed his way out of the front door to the apartment and over to the stairwell. He didn't know what the weight limit was on the apartment building's elevator, but there was a genuine thought in his mind that he might be over that, all by himself. It seemed like an insane thought, but that thought seemed to be justified when even stepping on the reinforced steel steps downwards seemed to cause some amount of strain on its own. Jack felt like he had fine muscle control, but in the same way a person can feel the flimsiness of a piece of paper by tugging on it, he also instinctively felt like he could smash straight through these stairs if he applied even a decent amount of pressure.
He wasn't going to do that... but feeling like he could gave him something of an adrenaline rush. And he already had so much adrenaline running through his pumped-up veins...
Jack let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, feeling his heart pump loud and fast in his record-smashing chest as he exited the building out the wide back entrance, onto the street. Luckily, the apartment was only a few blocks away, so Jack didn't have much of a way to go to his destination, especially with his long, powerful strides powering him along. Honestly, even with his big bodybuilder's gait, it was kind of amazing he was able to walk properly with his two monstrous quads constantly flexing into each other - each of them was wider around than he was tall - but he supposed the button was taking care of some things for him.
The young hulk took up the entirety of the sidewalk by himself... and then some. And by 'some' he meant the entirety of the bike lane as well. Luckily, there didn't seem to be much of anyone out today who might be at risk of running head-first into Jack's bloated tricep.
What there WERE a lot of were people gawking at Jack. Practically every head he saw swiveled naturally towards him as he stomped down the street, quads erupting with every step - and nearly every jaw visibly dropped after that. Seeing more people around him really put it into perspective - he was so many times bigger and brawnier than even the next biggest person he saw that it was almost like he was a different species entirely. And that didn't even get into how dense his muscles were, how much that added to the already incredible weight differential... He was the object of so much awe, shock, wonder, even a bit of lust...
And he had to admit, it felt pretty good.
Holding his head up a little bit better, Jack finally made it to the beach, strolling onto the sand, which funny enough he felt more confident stepping on with some weight compared to the tough, durable concrete. It was a pretty beautiful afternoon, so even considering it was a weekday, there were a fair amount of people out and about, dressed in swimsuits and bikinis and just overall enjoying a nice day at the beach.
But there was only one Jack was looking for.
It wasn't hard to find her, especially with Jack's height giving him a better ability to scan the beach. But it was mostly because he had seen her in so many images and videos before, and she certainly stood out enough to be spotted quickly. Kara Summer was one of his (and Hannah's) favorite fitness models, her thick, ripped arms and rippling six pack all on display in her little two piece red bikini. She wasn't bodybuilder huge, but she was absolutely one of the most jacked and athletic women out there regardless. But that was just the 'fitness' part - there was also the 'model' half of her profession too. Sure, her muscles were the cream of the crop, but it sure helped that Kara was downright gorgeous. Even in person, without any Photoshop touch-ups to help, Kara was a stunner, her long wavy blonde hair flowing over her broad shoulders, while her bright blue eyes, long eyelashes, plump lips, and well-tanned skin just gave her the appearance of some sort of demigoddess.
She had a small crowd around her, including what seemed to be a professional photographer, currently chatting with what looked like some other fans. But of course, as Jack stomped up, every head turned towards him. That included Kara herself, whose eyes went wide as saucers upon laying their gaze upon Jack's sheer enormity...
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