author: gitan
Standing up, your head grazes the ceiling of the laboratory, all the equipment and furnishings laid out in front of you as if you were inside a museum of miniature science equipment. Visually comparing common objects against your now twelve foot frame, a sense of awe comes over you as you realize how powerful your new perspective truly is. You are not only the biggest, most powerful man in the world, you are the biggest and most powerful man who has ever lived. No one would dare challenge you. The time has come to take your rightful place as "big man on campus".
You are an unstoppable, behemoth of a man, and know you are sure to get your way. But what exactly is your way? You pause to think of what it is you want now that you have all this power, and the ability to expand upon that power with the simple press of a button. The first thought that comes to mind is getting revenge on various people that have wronged you during your time at the university. Your mind begins to flood with thoughts of professors who had a grade bias against you, girls that turned you down when you asked them out, and those jocks that made your life rougher with their mean practical jokes and stealing your girlfriends. Yes, these people will pay, and pay dearly you assure yourself.
Smiling, knowing that the tables are turned, you begin to think of new ways to abuse the transposer for your own personal gain. You're a big guy, and there's no way the girls will be able to handle you. Unless you enlarge them too, and then you'll be the only person on campus, or the world for that matter, that would be able to fully satisfy them, leaving the jocks to feel inadequate and small. Marginal. Insignificant. Your smile broadens as you gain a new confidence, relishing the sudden turn of events and how you alone can forever shift the social landscape of the university.
You aim the transposer at the clothes you managed to get off in time - your boxers, jeans, and flip-flops, and enlarge them to the same factor you enlarged yourself. Your shirt, however, is beyond repair. Fortunately, you remember you have a t-shirt in your backpack that you left in there in case you head to the field house to shoot some hoops. Your oversized fingers fumble with the zipper, but finally get the bag open, delicately fishing the shirt out. Enlarging the shirt, you get dressed and begin to put your plan in motion.
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