Rage, The

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By Anonymous

If you havent already, you might want to read the first one, that way this stry makes since:) As I was heading out of the pool, I noticed that at the 3' mark, my les were all the way out of the water. I couldn't tell you how that happened, when I got in the pool, the 3' mark was halfway up my chest. I thought that maybe I've grown, but who grows one foot in one hour? I headed for the changing room, when I saw myself in the mirror. There I was, at 16 years old, standing at 6'6", with muscles being toned out all over my body. My stomach now had faint ripples coming out of it, my pecs were obviously not fat anymore, and my arms were definitely showing muscle without flexing. Then I traveled down. Where my 4" cock was when it was hard was now 6" when it was soft. Pubic hair obviously had filled in, and my legs were now filled with muscle. My feet had to be at least size 18,and something told me this wasn’t' over. I went over to my locker, took off my trunks, dried myself off, and grabbed my cloths. As I was putting on my boxers, I then realized this was going to be a problem. As I was pulling it up, i heard the most embarrassing sound in the world. A rip. I could barley get this on, and now they rip. I'm glad no one was in the locker room. Then came my shorts. I got them on over my endowment, but I could only zip them up halfway. I told myself that wouldn't matter, as long as I got home, this will be fine. I grabbed my shirt, and managed to pull it over my broad shoulders. Only problem, it showed my belly button and 3 inches above it. Then I threw on my flip-flops. Oh boy did that hurt. My foot was well beyond the back of the sandle; buy about a half of a foot. I then told myself that I might want to get out of here. As I exited the swimming center and went to my car(i couldn't tell you how many stares I got) I noticed that my face was starting to itch. I thought nothing of it, and scratched it, then opened the car door. Hmm, that was interesting. My legs went right next to the steering wheel; as well I had to duck my head so I didn't bump it against the ceiling. Then I scratched my face again, and stopped at midstroke. What was that weird feeling on my face? I looked up in the mirror, and saw myself trapped in a clown car with chestnut stubble all over my face. As I looked, I also noticed that now my shirt was showing all of my new 6-pack, as well as starting on my pecs. It hurt incredibly. I also noticed that my zipper on my shorts were now all the way down, and begging to go down farther. as quickly as I could, I went home.

As I exited the swimming center and went to my car(i couldn't tell you how many stares I got) I noticed that my face was starting to itch. I thought nothing of it, and scratched it, then opened the car door. Hmm, that was interesting. My legs went right next to the steering wheel; as well I had to duck my head so I didn't bump it against the ceiling. Then I scratched my face again, and stopped at midstroke. What was that weird feeling on my face? I looked up in the mirror, and saw myself trapped in a clown car with chestnut stubble all over my face. As I looked, I also noticed that now my shirt was showing all of my new 6-pack, as well as starting on my pecs. It hurt incredibly. I also noticed that my zipper on my shorts were now all the way down, and begging to go down farther. as quickly as I could, I went home.

When I got in, I raced upstairs to my room so my parents wouldn't see me, and so I could see myself. When I looked in the mirror, I was in for a real surprise. There I was, looking about 20 or so, with a very close to full grown beard, a shirt that had a huge rip down the front (where did that come from???), pecs that anyone would dye for, an almost 8 pack, arms with muscles as big as baseballs, shorts that did not cover any amount of my legs, an endowment that could easily reach 14" when half-hard, and legs of a god. I also looked up...the ceiling was only a half a foot away from my head (my ceiling's 8 feet high). Oh man, did I look good. Now all I have to do is go down and tell my parents... •


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