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Question: Write me a story about a 13 year old guy wearing a thick yellow hoodie with a white undershirt, blue jeans and black and white shoes walking through a park in the middle of the night. Suddenly he gets a weird feeling and he turns around and looks up at the full moon. As he stares at the moon in a trance his body starts to slowy grow and expand with his bones elongating, muscles expanding, height shifting up and feet growing as he transform into a muscle bound beast tearing his cloths and completely losing his mind Go into as much detail as possible and make the story and transformation as long as possible

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Under the silvery glow of a full moon, Jared, a thirteen-year-old boy, ambled absentmindedly through the park. He wore a thick yellow hoodie that hugged his small frame, a white undershirt beneath it, blue jeans, and a pair of black and white sneakers that were starting to show signs of wear. The park was almost sinister in its quietness, shadows of old trees dancing eerily under the lunar luminescence. No one else was there; the hour was late, and the air had a whisper of something unknown, palpable with a sense of foreboding. Jared felt a shiver run down his spine, though the evening was warm. His steps faltered as the hairs on the back of his neck stood stiff. It was the kind of feeling he’d read about, where the primal instinct kicks in to alert you of something wrong, something unseen. Unable to shake the sensation, he spun around, his eyes darting over the moonlit landscape, but there was no one in sight. Except for the full, unblinking moon that seemed to hang impossibly large in the inky night sky. His pulse quickened as he stared up at the luminescent orb, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The world felt like it had narrowed to just him and the moon, connected by some invisible thread. He couldn’t pull his gaze away; it was both terrifying and mesmerizing. Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain ripped through his chest. Jared’s breath hitched, and he clutched at his heart, doubling over as if struck. His mind clouded with confusion and terror. It felt as though his very blood boiled underneath his skin, his bones molten and shifting like clay. "M–Mom?" he gasped, though he knew no one could hear him. With agonizing slowness, he felt his bones begin to elongate. The sensation was brutal, like his skeleton was being stretched on a rack by invisible hands. His legs grew longer, his knees creaking and popping with an almost audible sound despite the park's stillness. His jeans, once snug, became taut and then began to tear at the seams as his thighs and calves swelled with layers of burgeoning muscle. The denim ripped open, splitting helplessly to expose skin that was growing and expanding at an unnatural rate. Jared’s spine arched involuntarily, and he tried to scream, but his throat made only a guttural growl. Vertebrae lengthened one after another, a grotesque ladder of pain climbing his back. His torso bulked up, his ribcage broadening while thick bands of muscle crept across his chest and stomach. The white undershirt beneath his hoodie shredded almost instantly, no match for the rapid expansion of his newfound physique. The hoodie itself ballooned and split, yellow fabric tearing wide open to reveal spreading increments of a hulking frame. His shoulders popped and widened, orphaning his now useless tatters of clothing. Unbearable pain radiated through his arms as they, too, lengthened and bulked, biceps and triceps swelling with unnatural power. His fingers stretched, becoming thicker and more brutish, nails growing into sharp claws. Jared’s feet grew next, elongating and bursting through his black and white shoes. His sneakers couldn’t hope to contain the massive, claw-tipped appendages forming at the end of his legs. Each time his foot expanded, another rip split through the shoe, plastic and fabric snapping like old rubber bands. Pain covered him head-to-toe like a suffocating blanket, and yet his body continued its horrifying transformation with a relentless pace. And then, there was his face. His jaw cracked and lengthened, pushing out from his skull in a beast-like snout. Teeth sharpened into points, more suited for a predator than a human boy. His senses turned delirious; hearing sharpened, smell intensified, and his vision became uncannily acute. By the time the transformation was complete, the moonlight reflected off a monstrous figure. Where a thirteen-year-old boy had once stood, now there was a towering, muscle-bound beast. Jared’s thoughts dissolved into a muddle of primal, bestial instincts. Rationality was torn away, replaced by a savage hunger and an overpowering urge to hunt. He let out an earth-shattering roar that echoed through the park, sending nocturnal animals scurrying in terror. With another growl, he took off into the night, a monstrous blur disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind shredded remnants of clothes and a haunting sense of loss. There, under the vigilant gaze of the full moon, Jared was no more. The beast had been born.

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June 25, 2024, 4:16 a.m.

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Published: Tuesday, June 25, 2024

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