I thought he was cute, and by then I was kinda wondering what he looked like without a shirt on. Luckily, I had a wand...
"Wand, make Tim grow slowly, with a little extra in the chest." Thinking for a second, I hastily added, "Don't let him figure out he's growing, unless I tell him."
"You picked one heck of a day to move. It's a little hot, but I bet you didn't plan for it." His tight black T-shirt was looking a bit tighter, and it was showing some hints of being damp with sweat in places. Inspired, I got up from my newly wished-for comfy chair.
"No, but I'm prepared. Want something to drink?"
"You wouldn't happen to have a root beer, would you?" A catching, hopeful smile flashes across Tim's face. I smile back, lingering a little too long before answering.
"You're in luck." With the wand, he really was, and I made sure I had his favorite kind in the refrigerator by the time I got to it. It was a Virgil's. "Do you like Virgil's?"
"Do I?!" Tim got up from the couch in excitement. By then, he was about a foot taller than I was, making him about 6'7", and his abs were peeking out from beneath his shirt, which couldn't completely cover his stomach anymore. "There isn't a better one out there."
"Cheers, then." We clinked our bottles. I wanted a better view, so I sat on the back of my chair like a stool. Tim was as gentlemanly as he seemed so far and did the same with his couch. His shirt was stretching awkwardly across his increasingly muscular chest. It looked uncomfortable, and he was certainly tugging at it unconsciously every so often. His navel was showing now, and his pants were starting to expose his ankles and stretch awkwardly around his thighs.
"You look smaller than you did when you opened the door. Were you wearing heels or something?" I gave him a mock scowl for calling me small, and giggled a little.
"No, but you're a pretty tall guy. Most things must look small!" By then his pecs were at my eye-level and jutting out a good three inches, and the seams in his shirt were starting to pop quietly.
"Yeah, suddenly everyone was looking up to me in high school, but I got used to it by the time I graduated." He tried to adjust his shirt, and failed to get it to reach his stomach. "Huh. Speaking of small, this shirt must have shrunk in the wash. I don't know how I didn't notice it when I put it on, but I'll be sure to get rid of it when I get back home." The towering Tim flashed me a genuine but an uneasy smile. Then I started teasing him.
"It looks good on you," I laugh. "We've got something in common: a few years ago, everyone started looking down at these." I cupped myself, tricking him to look--he blushed. "I thought they'd never stop growing, and they give me no end of trouble finding good shirt that fits well." He blushed some more and stood up suddenly, and I saw that I was eye-level with the space below his pecs.
"Well," he sighed. *Riiip* "I take it we..." *Riip* "both got..." *Riip* "WHAT'S GOING ON?"
Sighing was apparently too much for his shirt, which fell away to reveal his beautiful, chiseled body, and I was in awe.
"This is embarrassing," he continued. "This is so, so embarrassing." His face was beet-red, and I started to laugh out loud. "I'm so terribly sorry. I didn't mean for you to see me like this." I laughed harder.
"It's alright. I'm enjoying the show!"
"My pants too?!" He looked to be in a bit of genuine pain as the 7'3" and growing Tim was much too big for the pants he was wearing. "Are my clothes SHRINKING?!"
After my laughing and his panicking died down a bit, I think we were both still breathing heavily, but we certainly didn't do anything about that right away.
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