While the chaos of the water gun fight rages around them, the pair are chatting as if on an island of solitude. Their eyes are locked on each other, and with every breath their bodies seem to come closer and closer together. Kyle stands nearly a foot taller than her; were it not for her womanly curves Tara would look like a child within the grasp of his muscular arms. You see them laugh, and she reaches up to run her fingers through his thick blond hair.
A fire is lit under you. You have no idea what the strange gun will do; all you know is that you must break them up. Like a mobster committing a hit, your face bears the proof of your resolve as you squeeze the trigger. A stream of water leaps out, and an instant later the couple jump back, startled and doused.
“What the fuck, man?” Kyle roars.
“It’s a water gun fight,” you shrug.
“We were in the middle of something, bro!” Everyone around freezes as he stomps toward you. At once, the extra five inches he has on you becomes apparent, as do his broad shoulders and thick arms. Your nerve is about to break until Tara darts ahead of him.
“Wait, Kyle! Just forget about it, we were in the middle of the game.” Her delicate fingers are spread across his bulging pecs. For a moment, all is silent as the party goers await his next move. Every muscle in his body seems tensed to the point of bursting. His icy-blue eyes stab into yours like vicious icicles.
You feel so small beneath his gaze, but Tara’s presence is a levee holding back the tide of his wrath, and as such is an anchor to you. As long as she holds him back, you could keep staring back defiantly, even as your heart races and sweat pools between your palm and the grip of the gun. Never in your life had five inches meant so much to you.
Or was it six? Eight? A foot? The man seems to be growing larger with each passing heartbeat. Not just him, but Tara too; once a few inches shorter than you, she now seems as tall as Kyle had been earlier. Were you truly so afraid that your mind plays such tricks?
It is not until someone gasps that you snap from your tunnel vision. This is not an illusion: you are shrinking! No— Your eyes dart to the faces around you. You aren’t shrinking; Tara and Kyle are growing!
They notice it too. Kyle’s rage droops as he looks to his own body in confusion. His swimming trunks groan as he grows within them. Tears form across the strained material until the article finally falls away with a shrieking rip. All at once, the man’s impressive genitals are laid bare for all the world to see… and still, he keeps growing.
Tara is no better off; her assets fill her bikini until her body bulges around the already-revealing swimsuit. She winces, and then the straps finally give. Mammae several times larger than your head burst out from their confinement. Her bottoms fall to the ground in a heap. She is already twice your height… and still, she keeps growing.
The entire party stands astonished as they rise into the sky. You retreat backward some distance so as to not be caught beneath their feet as they grow. Finally, they stop expanding. By your reckoning, Kyle now stands around fifty feet tall. Tara remains in proportion to the man, putting her in the low forties.
As you gaze up at the undersides of the two giants, you suddenly realize what the plus-sign means.
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