Brandon stood up from the kitchen table and headed over to the basement. He didn't realise
it but he was slowly growing taller and stronger.
Walking down the stairs he called down, "Yo, Rick. I am heading out and I need some cash".
"Erm, sure Brandon. Just take my card... please don't spend too much though," the older man
said. He could swear that Brandon was taller then before.
"Fuck, I will spend what I want." He snatched the card and headed back to his friends. Who
cared about that looser and his funny smelling basement.
It felt good to order this loser around. He felt young and powerful. His shirt was
tightening, showing off the growing 'v' of his back and his full chest. It was almost as if
he surged larger when he asserted himself over the weaker man.
"Hey guys, time to hit the town!" Brandon held up the card. "Its on me!"
While Brandon clearly benefited most from the growth his mates had also put on a few pounds
of muscle. Young strong and dominant (and becoming more so) they headed out to the car.