This choice: "let's go to my place and play that new fighting game i got." • Go Back...Chapter #5"let's go to my place and play that new... by: Friar96   Looking at Alex's front door, Tom lets out a nervous chuckle.
"I don't think I'll be able to fit in your house, Alex. I'm just to huge," Tom explains as Alex lets out a huff of mild annoyance.
"Dang Tom, if we go to your house, I'll do of the toxic fumes you call 'body odor' and I'm too young to die now," Alex replies.
"How dare you accuse me of letting such a rank stench infiltrate my room!" Tom exclaims in mock offense. Alex laughs at Tom, giving him a soft noogie.
"I only speak the truth big guy. It smells like a wet gym sock in there." Laughing, Tom lifts Alex off of his shoulders and lowers him back onto the ground. Alex gains his balance, having stumbled a bit on his landing. Looking up past Tom's immense muscular chest ( which is a challenge, as he doesn't even reach Tom's nipples) he blows a raspberry.
"Hey little man, I can't help that me body just overflows with manliness," Tom jokes as he places his hand behind his head, only accentuating the size of his biceps to his head. Alex laughs, mock punching Tom's rock hard abs.
"Yeah, more like REEKS of manliness," Alex fires back. "I can't wait for your body to stop growing. Maybe then the smell will go away!" He exclaims as he pinches his nose.
'Stop growing huh?' Tom thinks to himself. 'I wonder how big I can really push my body.' As he finishes his thought, he feels something materialize in his hands. His eyes bulge as he feels the wand. 'I could have sworn I left that in my room!' Noticing his expression, Alex chimes in.
"Hey man are you okay? I was kidding about the smell! It isn't bad! We can go over to your place if you really want!"
"No that's not it! Calm down Alex. I'm fine. I just remembered that.. Uh.. My mom has company coming over! I gotta go clean my room now before try come over! You're used to my smell, but I don't want it to kill them! Well do something later tonight in promise!!" Lowering his arms Tom turns to run back to his house, leaving a slightly bemused Alwx behind.
""Yeah that would really suck! Don't want 'em dying before they can even get in the house. Call me when you can okay! I'm not going anywhere!"
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"Okay so I left the wand on my bed. I don't have any pockets so I wouldn't have been able to hide it. Then how did it get back in my hand?" Tom mumbled to himself as his paced his room, his huge feet thudding across the hard wood. "All I did was wonder how big I could make myself and suddenly it appeared. Okay." Tom scratched his head in confusions as he passed the mirror. Catching a glimpse of himself, he returns to the mirror to study his body.
"Well, I'm here now, so I might as well see how giant I can make myself." Having never put down the wand, he levels it with his reflection and allows the beam of light to reflect off the mirror and back to himself.
Tom moans in pleasure as the familiar sensation of growth runs through his body. He feels his already huge pecs swell bigger and bigger. He sees his nipples grow fatter and thicker, angling down due to the swelling of his chest , being cast in shadow. His abs swell beneath his pecs, separating into deep cuts as the valleys deepen. His traps flare out further than ever, forcing his arms to angle out from his body. His legs, already brawny from his previous transformation, grow so large he has to spread them to stay comfortable. His butt, each cheek once the size of small bowling balls, grow to the size of large basket balls. His biceps explode from his arms, raw power flowing through them. He feels his body inching up in height even more to keep his muscles from immobilizing him. Everything grew bigger and bigger until it all ceased without Tom releasing the beam. It was as if his body told him that it ha shad enough.
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