Bruce says "Fine than prove it by making me well-hung. "Fine" says Andrew and he quickly shoots another quarter into the mouth of the machine and recieves another card. He asks Bruce how big he wants to be. He says, "Make it so that I can control my groth with my mind." Andrew wishes for just that. Then Bruce whishes to have a 7 inch flaccid member. And balls to match. Soon he begins to feel an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. He grimaces in pain as a ballon like bulge fills his pants. He quickly lowers his pants to see that a huge fleshy package is filling his breifs. Then the briefs explode spilling their entire load out. Bruce pulls up his pants. A tubular shape extending midway down his thigh. Then...