Almost Done

 

 

Oh shit. 

Oh fuck! 

He wasn't supposed to wake up. I had to be the only person this had ever happened to. The universe was out to get poor Terry Blake. I just needed the easy job. Walk in, ensure all the campers were growing right, check them off, walk out. A camp that promised to toughen up boys into men. Hey look, I didn’t understand much about it either, but they were willing to pay an entire year's salary for a single night. What else was I gonna do, not sign up?

Honestly, I did have some doubts, and thought that my employers were full of shit, paying me so much for one night. But the free room and board for the summer was too perfect. When I walked in the first cabin, the campers were all already growing. The strict rules of the camp made them sleep with no bed sheets for the first night. Mostly an excuse for me to do my job as easy as possible. I thought I was hallucinating, but their limbs were all stretching in unison. Checked them off. By the time I reached the second cabin, clothes were ripping as chests were tearing through. Underwear popped out as pajama bottoms ripped, expanding asses and bulging pouches. The sounds of bones growing and muscles shifting, was hard to ignore. Was it the food, the air, the drinks? Shifting between the bunk beds, I watched abs carve themselves onto their torsos. Apparently, that’s what the bosses wanted, so another check. Then there was the last cabin, by then their clothes were reforming into uniforms. How did the camp even accomplish that? But I saw it, fabric and string reweaving itself anew with more material than what laid around them.

There was one person who seemed to be lagging behind. He had grown a bit, but his clothes were still the same. My bosses told me it happened sometimes. I stepped closer just to verify and wait, as were my instructions. Then his body jerked and exploded out of his clothes, like his body had been waiting to go off. It was like his potential had stockpiled and built pressure like a dam until it finally burst out at once. His clothes immediately began converting into the camp’s assigned attire. As I went to leave, however, his eyes snapped open, his face remolding with a sharper structure. Now here I am with this young man grabbing at his shirt as his new abs etched into place. What the hell was I supposed to do? There were no instructions on a camper ever waking up.

I am so fucked!