You decide that you want to be the tallest in your family by growing to 14 feet tall. You go into your room and lick the door. You stand in front of your mirror and look over your body. Smiling to yourself, you begin your transformation. Slowly, you inch upwards. Your formerly six foot frame is expanding before your very eyes. The mirror, being nailed to the wall, begins to morphology before your eyes. It grows longer and wider while inching up the wall to keep up with your sprouting body. Within a minute, your nine feet tall. Your head brushes the ceiling before the ceiling moves upward to give you some growing space. Pausing your growth at nine and a half feet, you look around your room. Nearly everything has grown to accommodate your size: the bed is longer, the doorway is higher, the desk chair has grown AND changed from wood to metal to support your weight. You notice the ceiling fan is gone. It must be to prevent you from bumping your head. You do, however, spot a new A.C. in the window. Despite all the accommodations, however, you realize that you don't want to feel normal. You want to feel big everywhere you are. Focusing, you will the room to shrink ever so slightly. As you concentrate, you see the room begin to shrink. In about thirty seconds, your head is pushing on the ceiling. You stop the shrinking of your room and look it over once more. The mirror is touching the ceiling so that you can still see yourself. Your bed looks smaller now. The A.C. is still in the window (THANK GOD), but you appear to have a broken ceiling fan. A memory sweeps your mind as you see yourself slam your head on it in a half-asleep state of mind. With that memory gone, you bring your attention back to your room. As odd as it sounds, you like being to big for your room and decide to continue your growth. But since you don't want to have to stoop, you sit down on your bed. It creaks loudly under your weight due to of not being up to scale with your size. Brushing that off, you resume your growth. Watching the floor move away from you, you continue to inch up. Passing eleven feet tall, you loon ridiculous in your room. It was like looking into a carnival room with a giant freak. The only difference being a teenager with an honest smile on his face. You continue to grow until you hit fourteen feet tall, where you force yourself to stop. You are literally bouncing for joy at this point, you fail to note the ominous creaking of your bed. With a snap!, the bed posts snap and you land with a heavy thud. Realizing this, you note that you should focus more on being careful. Cautiously standing, your head bumps the ceiling gently sooner than you expected. A
stretching your legs, your entire back is pushing up against the ceiling. Smiling, you make your way to the mirror. You can't even see your entire body anymore. It's amazing! But, you also notice something: you look almost ...older. a new wave of information sweeps your mind. Puberty was apparently much kinder to you than before. Not that you weren't good looking before, but now you looked more masculine than a 16 year old would normally appear. Not only do you look older, but you notice your shorts are a nit tighter than before. You begin to fidget with you shorts to make yourself more comfortable. As you do...
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