You finally release the button on the remote as Matt stops growing at around 150 feet tall. You stare up, and up, past the tight denim clad trunk like legs, letting your eyes linger on the huge bulge in his crotch that could dwarf you at this size, up past his heaving chest and flat stomach, his shirt not leaving much to the imagination as to the enormous muscles rippling just below the surface, pushing and stretching the already tight shirt in and out as he took a few deep breaths. You finally gaze up at his face as he looks around, a bit bewildered, not believing that he had crushed most of the school beneath his bulk.
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?" he says to himself, though causing you to clutch your ears in pain. The guy doesn't realize how loud he is! He begins to shift his weight slightly, and you look up to see a giant wall of denim coming right at you! You jump out of your desk just in time as you see his gigantic thigh obliterate the desk that, just a second ago, you were sitting in. You breathe a sigh of relief that you are still alive, though you cant help but be a bit turned on that this now titanic thug could end a life simply by shifting around a bit! You cant wait to see what happens when he actually puts effort into destruction! And it looks like you won't be waiting long.
Matt looks around and shakes some rubble from his head, causing you to have to dodge it. Your movement catches his eye and he squinted down at you. "HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE TINY!" he exclaims. His look surprise turns to a smirk as he takes in his surroundings. "HEH. WELL EVERYTHING IS TINY. ThAWESOME." As his realization rumbles through you, you can see the bulge in his pants begin to stir. "EVERYONE IS SO FUCKED!" He starts to stand up, his giant booted feet plant down on either side of you as he towers over you, a living tower of teen punk. You looks down and sees you still standing there. "WHY AREN'T YOU RUNNING, BUG?" You stand there, in awe and hard as a rock at this god standing before you, deciding whether you should tell him about the gun, or simply tell bim what a hot giant he is. His handsome face is glaring down at you as you come up eith your answer.
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