I always used to be the smallest person in my grade, I remember that I first noticed it in fourth grade when I was the smallest kid. Everyone else was a good few inches taller than me. It only got worst and more noticeable as I grew older. As the other boys grew taller and began putting on muscle, I stayed short and as thin as a rake.
What made me feel even worse was that fact that my father was so large, I had no idea why I had gotten such bad genetics.My father had had me when he was just about a year older than me, and I never really knew my mother, she has left when I was young, so growing up it was just me and dad, I always thought I would be just like him.
“You’ll hit your growth spurt soon, I used to be your size too” he always used to say, but I never believed him until I woke up like this. As I explored my body that had grown over night my dad walked in with a massive smile on his face. “I knew it would be today” he smiled.
My Dad when on to explain that, my great-great-grandfather had made a deal with the devil to be more muscular and this had been passed down through the generations, with each son renewing the deal and becoming muscular and then passing it on to their child. There was a catch though, I just needed to have a child within a year, but I don’t think it will be that had with this body, even if girls were never really my thing, I couldn’t give this body up.
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