David watched as Logan climbed into the graffiti covered bus. His best friend flinging his skinny legs over one of the empty window frames and heaving his slender form into the guts of the old bus.
The bus was an urban legend for their town. David’s parents had talked about it being around when they were kids, Logan had even said that his grandfather knew about the buried bus.
The story was that the bus was an old red London double decker bus. A London bus which had somehow found its way across the Atlantic and then across the United States and found itself buried in a rocky valley in California. Everyone from drunk British sailors or aliens had been blamed for the buried bus, but for kids its was a place of horror.
It was a place where you showed off how brave you were, a place where dares were made.
“I dare you to touch the bus”
“I dare you to sit in one of the seats”
Logan hadn’t been dared at all, he was just curious, not that David wasn’t curious, he was just scared. Even though David was a senior in high-school and heading off to college soon the buried bus still scared him. Even beneath a cloudless blue sky with a bright sun shining the rusty colour strewn bus was creepy, there was just something about it.
It didn’t seem to affect Logan, he wanted to know what was on the bottom deck of the bus. Not one of the stories about the buried bus explained why it was buried or what was on the bottom floor. No one had even seemed to have gone down the stairs to the bottom floor, no one even mentioned that it had a bottom floor beyond saying it was a double decker London bus.
So David stood about 20 ft away from the bus as his best friend vanish into its interior.
“You see anything” David called
He could see Logan head of messy brown hair popping up from behind the rusty frame of a window.
“Nothing, just graffiti and rusty seats” Logan called back
While Logan had a very youthful voice, almost like puberty had skipped him, he was still able to throw a lot of authority into his voice. He always sounded confident even though a strong wind would blow him away like a plastic bag.
“You see the stairs” David called
He watched Logan’s messy hair move from the front of the bus down towards the back.
“Yea, they are here” Logan called back
There was a moment of silence and then the sound of a rock bouncing down the metal stairs.
“Its not buried” Logan called, some excitement in his voice “I’m going to head down”
Logan gently took his first step down to the lower deck of the bus. His small flip flop clad foot tested out the integrity of the rusty step.
The step held and he descended down into the bus.
He expected it to be dark, but it wasn’t. Sun light was pouring down through small holes in the upper deck’s floor.
The entire lower deck was clear. While the glass from the windows was gone the ground hadn’t caved in. Instead flat slabs of rock covered ever window. It was like the bus was encased in cement.
The rock had been covered in graffiti, but these weren’t the tags of artists or obscene images. They looked like cave drawings. Spirals and letters in foreign languages. With each aisle of rusty seats the drawings became thicker and thicker, new stuff drawn over older stuff.
Logan’s confidence was fading with each step, the bus was beginning to scare him.
He came to the drivers cabin. The drawings that dominated the areas where the windscreen should be all pointed towards the cabin, driving Logan to look inside.
Gingerly Logan leaned forward to look into the cabin, his small skinny body shaking from fear.
There was nothing inside the cabin. No drivers seat, no gear box, no steering wheel.
Where wasn’t even a cabin, just an empty void.
Logan tried to pull away, but he couldn’t. The void was pulling him in. His small hands gripped at the rusty door frame around him, the void now rushing air pass him as it sucked him into itself.
The rust beneath his fingers gave away, crumbling into red dust and Logan fell into the void.
Logan screams as he fell. His body twisting in the void, his arms and legs swinging wildly. He could feel air howling pass himself. He was falling, the void wasn’t just empty space, it went somewhere.
His chest felt tight as he fell, like he was struggling to breath. Logan could barely see himself in the darkness, but he could see that his chest was growing.
Expanding upwards and outwards with each breath, the void’s air growing his flat chest into a meaty pair of pecs that straining as his shirt.
He moved his hand onto his chest, feeling the muscle, it was real. Logan’s eyes widened as he watched his hand widened and this fingers thicken.
The change was running up his arms, his forearms exploding in size with thick veins appearing. He could feel his stomach crunching and just knew that his abdominal muscles had suddenly appeared.
His biceps expanded, popping the short sleeves of his shirt opened. Logan’s skinny shoulders ballooned with muscle, tearing his shirt apart. The tattered remains fluttering into oblivion as they escaped into the void, only the neck of his shirt remained.
It didn’t last long, it exploded as his neck grew into a tree trunk holding his tiny youthful head aloft.
Logan shorts grew tight as his thighs grew, matching his now meaty calfs. His feet now overhung his flip flops. His thick toes gripping onto them so that they didn’t fly away into the void as he fell.
Logan could see a light, a dim dot beneath him. It was growing brighter and brighter. He held his massive hands out to protect himself from the fall. His face cracking as he hid the light from his eyes. The bones rearranging themselves into a wide jaw and high cheekbones.
The light was blinding as Logan hit it.
He fell out of the void and into the rusty lower deck of the buried bus. His thick hands gripping the frame of a rusty chair. Logan was breathing heavily, his pecs rising and falling.
He stood up to his full height, and had to duck a little as his head hit the ceiling. Logan slowly made his way to the stairs, uneasy with his new long muscled legs and huge clown feet.
“Hey, you down there” David called
“Ummm, yea…” Logan called in a deep voice
His hand shot up to his thick neck, his voice was different. He went to explain to David why his voice was changed and what he found on the lower deck, but he didn’t need to.
“Oh, ok, didn’t hear from you for a little bit” David said, nothing in his friends voice indicated he’d noticed anything different
Logan went up the stairs, each step creaking loudly under his new weight. He continued to duck as he reached the upper deck. He now could see David clearly, his friend nervously waiting for him.
Logan stepped over a window frame, his long legs making it easier. He hiked up his shorts as he did, his big hand getting a handful of enlarged balls and a slab like cock.
“Fuck” Logan muttered quietly as he let his cock flop down the leg of one of his shorts
Logan rose out of the bus, his head level with the top of it. He felt his chest flexing instinctively, each pec bouncing.
“So” David asked eagerly, not noticing anything at all “What did you find”
David stared up at Logan as the now bigger boy stepped up to him. David just smiling like nothing was different. Behind David was Logan’s car, they’d driven up to the buried bus in Logan’s rusty hand me down wreck, now it was a big red truck, just like the one that Logan had wanted for his 18th birthday.
The void had changed him, he had the body of dreams, and now had the car of his dreams. Is that what it did, did the void grant you all your wildest dreams.
Logan felt his heavy soft cock against his thigh, he’d always wanted a big dick, he used to pray for a bigger cock.
It must grant wishes.
“Come on, what did you find” David asked again staring up to his best friend
Logan smiled down at his best friend and put a big muscled arm over his shoulder, turning him away from the buried bus and leading him to Logan’s new red truck.
“Nothing, nothing at all” Logan lied as he wondered how much cement he’d need to block up the buried bus’ stairs