Jake stared, massively turned on. “How… how is this possible?”
Ben shrugged. “I just have to think about it and it happens,” he said as he stared straight ahead into Jake’s stubbly chin.
“That’s weird, though,” said Jake. “Why would you want to be short? I’ve always wished I were taller. Being short sucks, because y… oof,” he grunted.
Ben looked over and noticed that he was now eye level with Jake’s clavicle. “What gives?” asked Ben. “I didn’t think about shrinking any.”
Jake grunted again and Ben watched as the young man grew another few inches. “Ow!” Jake yelled. “My feet!” He reached down and tore off his Nikes, then tore off his tight shirt.
“You’re getting taller!” Ben yelled in his new tenor. “Your feet are growing! You’re not a size 7 anymore!”
Jake stared down at his body, which stretched again. Ben was now looking at Jake’s hairy chest. “How tall am I going to get?”
Ben ran over with a tape measure. “Let’s measure!” He reached up but couldn’t get to Jake’s head. After finding a step stool, he said, “You’re five eleven.”
“Look at my feet! They have to be size eleven now! I’ll have to buy new shoes!”
“Just wear my old size 14s, it’s better than nothing. Here, just put on my gym clothes.” Jake stripped down—showing off a respectable package and long, hairy legs—and put on Ben’s old clothes, which hung a bit loosely on him.
“I wonder if maybe all that height you lost had to go somewhere,” said Jake. “You were about five seven when I came in, and you’re five one and a half now. Maybe I gained those extra five and a half inches!”
Ben stared at Jake. “Do you think so? But I was much taller than that before… I think. It’s hard to remember. But those workout shorts didn’t come to my knees like they are on you, that I know. And my feet were bigger than yours are now.”
Jake shrugged. “This is pretty awesome,” he said. “ I love being t… AAAAH!” His voice dropped an octave as he exploded in height. The formerly loose gym shorts now came to mid-thigh; “These shoes are a little tight,” he boomed in a baritone voice.
“Oh my God,” whispered Ben. “You’re six foot six! You’ve gained more than a foot of height! You look like a football player!” He could barely contain himself as he measured himself next to his friend, sparingly hungrily at the nipples just above eye level. What would it be like to look child-sized next to this hot man?
Just then, his view of the room dipped as Jake appeared to grow again. “No! I didn’t mean it!” be cried as Jake’s gym clothes slid down and his size 7 gym shoes slipped off, still tied.
“Dude. This feels insane,” grunted the enormous man next to Ben. “Let me measure myself.”
Ben hid his eyes as Jake stretched the tape measure. “Seven foot three!” He did some calculations. “Let’s see if I’m right about conservation of energy… yep, you’re four foot four and a half! You’re a dwarf!”
Ben couldn’t decide whether to be horrified or aroused. He stared over and Jake’s enormous cock sprang to attention.
“You’re just the right size for a standing BJ,” said Jake…