The sound of the loud, mysterious booming noise was enough to cause Justin go jolt awake from his slumber. He was about to go to town on the two hot nurses in his dream, and something had the audacity to wake him? That will not fly in his home. Come hell or high water, he’ll figure out what woke him up from such a pleasant dream of worship, but what was it? What was the booming noise that disturbed him?
With a stretch, Justin failed to notice his herculean pecs now resting ever so slightly beneath his chin, nor the impressive eight pack abs tight enough to grate cheese on. He rubbed his eyes, not noticing the increased size of his hands. Becoming more alert and awake, Justin looked over his newly swollen pecs and noticed his feet, which had grown so large that his toes to the sole had burst out of his black ankle socks, leaving only his ankle and heel covered in the tattered fabric. “Damn, the maid must’ve shrank my favorite socks in the dryer. I need to make the note to fire her. Where’s my pen?,” he said out loud to himself, not yet getting up off the coach, which has been crushed under the model-now-the-size-of-a-professional-bodybuilder’s newly acquired weight. Stretching out his much thicker, heavier arm, his now large hand wrapped around a pencil,
On the notepad with yellow stationary, he began to write, talking as he did so. “Fire mai-,” he was cut off due to shock. As he was writing with the normal grip he’d always used, the puny pencil snapped in half in his hand. Still not taking the hint, Justin simply shrugged. “They just don’t make things as good as they used to. Can’t even write notes anymore.” Eventually, he stood up, his increased weight and the new size of his mostly bare feet, there was a loud THUDDD from his feet hitting the marbled hardwood of his floors, but he paid this no mind as he stretched his arms and twisted his back. As he stretched, he failed to note that his now-longer fingers touched the roof nor that his hair was a few mere inches away from the roof.
Forgetting his reason for even getting up in the first place, Justin then decided to walk down his hallway, his large feet thudding on the floor with each step. Opening a door to his left, he entered into his bathroom. Still not noticing the growth that occurred to his pecs that he could see under his chin in the mirror, he still gave them an ample bounce, pleased with his reflection. Who wouldn’t want this gorgeous man on their magazines? On their TVs? In their beds? His publicist was crazy to even suggest it, although, Justin had to concede that the demand for him to transform and grow into a bodybuilder was a fantasy he’d always desired for himself. He wanted to be the biggest. Be the strongest. Be the sexiest. This demand was just the perfect opportunity to make the best of the opportunity and finally grow into his dream body.
Snapping out of the fantasy of envisioning himself growing bigger and outgrowing his bathroom that would no longer be able to contain him, Justin wrapped his hands around a blue toothbrush and begun to brush his teeth. Compared to the newly acquired size of his hands, his toothbrush looked mediocre and small. Rinsing and using mouthwash, his focus returned to his reflection in the mirror. “Goodbye model loser, hello hulking god! I wonder when that shot is gonna kick in, I’m eager to see just how big I’ll outgrow, I mean, get,” he said, admiring his biceps in the mirror. He was oblivious to the fact that his peaks rested much higher than just less than hour before. Turning around, he attempted to exit the bathroom, but his pecs trapped him in the doorway. Unbeknownst to Justin, his growth was still not over. Even as he admired his new body in the mirror, he didn’t notice as his wall of pecs continued to increase in size.
“That’s funny. I just walked in here fine.” He still didn’t question the reasoning, he merely just turned his torso and exited the bathroom and walked back down the hallway to his living room, then to his black refrigerator in the kitchen. As he walked, his feet continued to grow, swelling even further than before as the threads remaining on his half-socks were distending and bursting even more. Opening the fridge and grabbing a can of carbonated water, he walked back to his busted couch. Cracking open the can of water, he sat down, then grabbed the remote with his free hand.
Flipping through a few channels, he became invested in some reality television program, watching it intensely. As he was so engrossed in whatever he was watching, he had no feeling as the size of his hands only increased around the can in his left and the remote in his right. “Come on, that’s obviously fake! Man, these casting directors need fired. Hiring boring people like this who couldn’t carry a storyline if it was handed to them… They should hire me! I’ll give them the drama and ratings they’re desperate for!”
He was so invested in his show, that he had to keep lowering his head as his legs and torso extended, increasing his height. His thick member got the memo as well, extending down to his kneecaps and swole a little thicker. He couldn’t feel a thing until his growing hands had crushed the half-full can of water in his left hand, causing the liquid to erupt from the remains of the can and gush down his fingers, onto his even tighter abs, down to the floor, some drops hitting his swelling cement stompers.
“Huh?,” was all he simply uttered at first, but he was soon brought to his new reality. Looking down, he saw his hands just growing longer, but soon were further away as his legs and torso extended. “There’s no way! It’s finally…” His voice was much deeper now from the growth of his member, causing him to sound as if he was growling “happening!” His vision was then starting to become obscured from the incredible growing shelf of pecs extending from his chest while he could feel another rack of abs form across his stomach, giving him an amazing total of ten study abs.
Enjoying the feeling of his growth, he had become incredibly aroused and grabbed his swelling member. However, he was immediately shaken from the feeling as the couch once again broke beneath him, Justin’s new, and still climbing, weight had flattened the couch once and for all. Rising to his feet, Justin’s head hit the ceiling, causing him to crouch down to be able to walk.
As he rose…
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