This choice: Dylan stood up and up and up • Go Back... Dylan felt amazing as he sat in the chair in the waiting lounge. The ray gun's energy left him with a very subtle buzz running throughout his body that was barely noticeable. When he closed his eyes he could feel his body slowly but surely getting bigger, every so gently filling the chair and his increasingly inadequate clothes. The shorts he had found at home now only reached just above his knees and were getting tighter around his waist, while his t-shirt was almost skin tight and revealing a couple of inches of his stomach. His cock was still rock hard, hidden under his bookbag for now, pressing hard against the tightening shorts.
"Dylan Fisher!" The nurse called out his name.
Dylan stood up from his chair with his mother and as he did so the faint buzzing suddenly intensified, causing him to reach out and grab his mother's arm for support.
"M-mom, I think I'm growing again..." he said with a laugh, before closing his eyes and groaning as his body swelled.
His bag fell from his grasp as he shuddered upwards, growing taller than his mother. The button on his shorts sprung free as they burst open, while his cock tore through his strained underwear and undid his flies to stand rigidly at attention in the open air. His t-shirt sleeves burst apart, surrendering to his growing arms, as the hem slid further up his body with the seams beginning to split apart at the sides to make room for his growing frame.
He spurt stopped when he reached 6'4", his butt bulging over the waistband of his shorts while they clung to his legs like a second skin and his feet bursting out of the front and top of his shoes. He opened his eyes to find everyone in the waiting room in a state of shock, gaping open-mouthed, the parents of younger children not even having the presence of mind to cover their eyes as Dylan's enlarged cock throbbed gently in the open. He grinned, panting from the sudden spurt, sweat beading on his skin.
"Dylan! Come on, let's go! Now!" His mother whispered, her face burning red with embarrassment while her expression was one of concern.
Her son bent down to grab his back, splitting open the seat and leg seams of his shorts in the process, and he laughed as he followed his mother into an examination room.
"Did you see that? There's something seriously wrong with him!" Helen said to the nurse, almost in tears.
"I saw. I'll have a word with Doctor Hill to see what the best way forward would be. Please, have a seat and I'll be back shortly."
The nurse guided Dylan's mother to a chair in the examination room and Dylan followed, sitting in an adjacent chair as the nurse went into the room next door. He reached out and grabbed his mother's hand.
"Don't worry, Mom, it feels great! I'm not sick," he said, trying to ease her concern. He could still feel the very faint buzzing of the slow growth burst and was still growing very slowly. Helen just looked at him and smiled weakly.
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