Andrew turned back to the wishing machine game, amazed at his new body, but also slightly freaked out because he was partially naked. Partially naked with a foot long cock and enormous balls.
Well, he'd wished to be older looking, and popular and more muscular, and he'd got all that and then some, but it would be nice to have clothes that fit too.
He reached into his incredibly tight torn jeans and finally pulled out another quarter. He put the quarter in the slot and aimed it at the little magician's mouth, but he wasn't as coordinated at his new height, his muscles were getting in the way, or maybe he was just distracted by his raging foot-long boner. Andrew got a little frantic and pulled out another quarter, aiming at the magician's mouth again, but instead of going of to one side, it went off to the other. Three more quarters missed as well and then he was out of change.
Andrew slammed his newly massive fist down on the machine in frustration and the little magician's eyes lit up red and a warning light came on reading TILT! Then a ticket spit out of the slot below.
Hesitantly Andrew took it and read it: YOU GET ONE WISH.
Andrew smiled. "I wish I had clothes that fit me perfectly."
The lettering on the little card changed then, reading: TILT CURSE. YOUR WISH WILL NEVER BE GRANTED.
Andrew then felt his muscles begin to cramp up as they swelled larger and larger and he grew taller and taller, his feet ripping out through his shoes, his jeans shredding further, and his already enormous cock growing from one foot long to sixteen inches, seventeen inches, eighteen inches and on and on until it finally stopped just shy of two feet. And his balls had gone from the size of tennis balls to bigger than soft balls, and he was over seven feet tall and closer to eight.
He was a giant, and he knew that while he still might be strong and popular and older looking, he would never have clothes that fit him perfectly.