"Maybe I'm hallicunating." Jeff tells himself. He attempts to sit down, but can't. Closing his eyes, he wonders why he is feeling so much pressure. Upon opening his eyes, he realizes that it is because he is now much bigger. The outhouse basically explodes as his huge form busts out.
Bellowing like a wild beast, his growth shreds his sweats, tank top, shoes, and tighty whiteys. He steps away from the cabin as he grows to what he imagines to be anywhere between 50 and 70 feet tall. His weight is so much now that he sinks down into the soft ground of the island.
He feels pretty confident with the way he looks now. His arms are unbelievable - glistening in the sun. He's got bushy hair in his pits and crotch, a light dusting on legs and forearms, and not too much anywhere else - nothing like his buddy Ken. Oh, yeah - just thinking about Ken makes his dick stir. Jeff lifts up his belly and grabs his engorged meat. He thinks to himself, "I bet my cock is bigger than Ken now."
At first Jeff was worried about what the hell was happening. Now he was drunk on power and his new size. He needs to get Ken out here. It might be fun to have Ken as a little toy, or maybe even more fun if he could grow.
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