“What the fuck?!!” cries a band member as he looks at you.
His voice echoes throughout the stadium, and the crowd murmurs amongst themselves as they wonder what is going on.
The band continues to play on but are still disrupted.
You see security dashing in from the sidelines to capture and reprimand you.
But they are too late.
Nobody could stop you now.
You envision your body expanding, muscles bloating and expanding everywhere.
“Bigger bigger bigger…” you repeat to yourself.
You are in the spotlight.
“Grow grow grow! STRONGER!!!”
The audience murmurs increase in volume as your chant is projected everywhere by the speakers, interrupting the song’s flow.
You feel the platform beneath your feet quake and tremble as your whole body strengthens and enlarges at a rapid pace. You feel unstoppable. Absolute growth is your only goal here.
As you focus harder on your goal you feel the growth getting faster and harder.
“WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!” the crowd shouts again as the electric guitar solo cuts in.
Your shirt quickly bursts apart as your expanding chest and arm muscles outgrow their confines.
The growth continues as your belt buckle snaps off, flying 50 metres away from you, followed shortly after by your fly being forced open by your amassing giant snake.Your throbbing, fire-hose penis flops out and continues to snake it’s way down towards your knees.
The sides of your pants then split, starting from the top sides of your massive thighs. Then your tightly-knit knee area bursts free, followed by your swelling, thick, diamond calves.
You now stand naked and sweaty on stage, in the spotlight, in front of tens of thousands of spectators.
The song quickly draws to a halt as all attention re-focuses on you and your spectacular growth and strength.
The band members are forced to step back and off the platform as your swelling, pumped muscles demand more room.
You are now at 8’3” and you feel fucking fantastic.
You feel your cocky attitude reigniting as your muscles blimp up into an amazing display of manhood.
The crowd is beginning to sound afraid and shocked now, as some women’s screams are heard amongst the quiet roaring.
“Am I not the most hugest son of a bitch you have ever seen?! Hahahaha!” you laugh in your deep, manly voice, as your gloating is relayed to the audience through your microphone headset.
You groan in delight as your back and chest swell so large that your arms are forced to sit at an almost 90 degree angle. Your giant quads and calves ripple with power as they expand below you.
“Larger! Stronger!” you cry out in desperate joy.
The platform collapses below you as your body mass continues to rocket sky-high. You easily maintain your stature as now that you are over 12’ the platform is barely nothing.