Randy got an idea, if this gun could grow a spider it probably worked on humans too. This could work on him! He was by no means shorter than the average teen, but his peers love to make fun of him. Though he kind of deserved it as he was quite a creepy kid, he didn't think of himself as such. Randy loved to stare at girls, so much it freaked others out. Also, spending his between hours catching glimpses of the girls in the locker room wasn't doing his reputation any good.
Without even considering any dangers that might be involved, Randy switched the gun to the growth function and aimed at himself. He decided to start off slow, didn't want to overdo it, for now. As he pulled the trigger a pleasant warmth began to course through his body. Taking a nice hot bath, was the only thing he could imagine getting close to this feeling.
He groaned, clenching his fist. His cargo shorts slowly crept up on his legs. The shirt his stepmom bought him, which was at least three size too large, began to fit neatly around his expanding chest. His shoes were having a hard time, the laces couldn't take the pressure. One of Randy's left toes made it's way though the fabric.
The teen licked his lips. His mind was racing, all the different dirty thoughts were fighting each other for control. Inside his pants his cock hardened, forming a bulge in his tightening shorts.
The growth process faded, due to the small burst Randy only gained a few feet. Already he stood seven feet tall, larger than any grown man he knew. With his new height girls would no longer ignore him, maybe even throw themselves at his feet. Throw themselves at his feet? Maybe he should grow more, forcing everyone to look up to him.
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