Harry's Rugby WG

Chapter Three

As soon as I got home, I eagerly put on the magic rugby kit. It consisted of a tight-fitting suit that covered my entire body, and as I pulled it on, I felt a strange energy coursing through me. It was like a jolt of electricity, and I could feel my muscles twitching and tensing.

At first, I felt great. The suit was snug and comfortable, and I felt stronger and more powerful than ever before. But then, as the night wore on, I started to feel different.

I felt heavier, like I was carrying extra weight around my middle. And I was hungry - so hungry that I couldn't stop eating. I devoured everything in my kitchen - sandwiches, crisps, chocolate, anything I could get my hands on.

I didn't think too much of it at first. I assumed it was just my body adjusting to the magic in the suit. But then, as I lay in bed that night, I realized something was wrong.

I was growing.

Slowly but surely, I could feel my body expanding, stretching the seams of the suit. It was like I was inflating, getting bigger and bigger with every passing moment.

I tried to take off the suit, but it was like it was glued to my skin. I couldn't get it off, no matter how hard I tried. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that something was very, very wrong.

When I woke up the next morning, I was shocked by what I saw. I had grown overnight - not just a little, but a lot. I was easily a stone heavier than I had been the night before, and my clothes were straining at the seams.

But even more worrying than that was the suit. It had grown with me, stretching and expanding to accommodate my new size. It was like it was alive, feeding off my body and growing with me.

I felt a pang of fear in my stomach, but also a strange thrill of excitement. The suit had given me power, but it had also given me something else - something darker and more dangerous.

I didn't know what was happening to me, but I knew that I had to keep wearing the suit. I had to see where this strange, magic rugby kit would take me.