In the midst of an English class that was more Shakespearean torture than sonnet enlightenment, Justin felt an escalating discomfort within the confines of his clothes. The subtle pressure building in his limbs suggested an internal shift, a metamorphosis that eluded the awareness of his classmates. The lamp, now working its magic actively, began to weave intricate threads through the fabric of Justin's reality.
"Whoa, dudes, something's up," Justin mumbled to himself as tears started forming in the fabric of his shirt, betraying the subtle expansion beneath. The feeling of tightness was reaching an unprecedented level.
As the teacher continued the sonnet sermon, the rest of the class began to catch on. Whispers spread, and the teacher, sensing the disturbance, asked, "Justin, you good?" The class turned its attention to the unfolding spectacle.
Deciding to stand up to divert the attention, Justin found his seat stubbornly attached to his expanding form. His jeans, already strained, clung tenaciously to his skin.
"Uh, little help here, guys?" Justin chuckled, trying to downplay the situation. However, fate had other plans.
Attempting to remove his seat, Justin unintentionally unleashed chaos. The button of his jeans, strained to its limit, launched itself through the air, hitting the teacher square in the face. The class erupted into a mix of startled gasps and nervous laughter.
"Chill, everyone. Just a minor hiccup," Justin said, attempting to regain control of the situation. But the universe had a different agenda.
His growth accelerated, and the once snug shoes surrendered to the burgeoning size of his feet. The classroom fell silent as the shoes burst open with a resounding noise, and Justin's feet began to swell before their eyes.
"Okay, this is getting ridiculous," Justin quipped, trying to lighten the mood. "Anyone got a spare pair of shoes?"
The shirt, once a beacon of casual fashion, underwent a drastic transformation. The fabric raced upward, stretching and tearing, leaving Justin in an unintentional crop top. The jeans, now devoid of a button, surrendered to the relentless expansion, tearing apart and exposing Justin's now very tight boxers.
Desperation edged his voice as he pleaded with the classmates who stared in a mix of awe and disbelief. "Guys, I... I don't know what's happening. This isn't a prank! Seriously, someone help me out here!"
Before anyone could react, Justin's growth spiraled out of control. With an explosive burst, he shattered through the windows of the classroom, leaving behind a shower of glass. His towering form, now nearing ten feet, ran away, the echoes of bewildered students fading in the distance.
The lamp, silent in the Roderick living room, held within it the unspoken wishes and dreams that continued to reshape the destiny of the family.
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