This is no good. This boy needs to be able to get away from that diva mother of his, or he's always gonna be a loner. Maybe if he gave him a better chance with the ladies . . .
The boy pulls hopelessly at the bags at they try to slide down from his lap, but the paper is smooth and the bags are larger than his arms can surround. Ty can barely see his face through all those bags - but he can tell that this kid is at least 12, but not exactly a giant. If he's gonna have any luck with the ladies then he'll have to be at least a couple feet taller.
Just with that thought alone, the boy grabs the bottom of the slipping bags and pauses, clearly confused at how he did that, since his arms are definitely not long enough to reach around the pile he's holding. He tilts his head to the side to get a better look, and realises that his arm has become freakishly long, by comparison to the rest of his body. Ty chuckles to himself as he watches the boy's limbs stretch and the bones grow longer, due to his will alone. Looking more and more baffled by the second the boy watches as his other arm extends before his very eyes.
Ty can only imagine what he's thinking, until he realises that he can do much better than just imagine. Ty looks inside the boy's mind to see his thoughts floating around. Ty can literally feel the thoughts around him, like he's floating through them, but weirdly he's still in the same place. He discovers the boy's called Logan, or 'Little Logan' as the other kids call him. Well not for long, Ty thinks to himself as Logan's limbs stretches outwards.
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Logan had been in the shopping Mall for about 3 hours with his snappy mother and they weren't even half way through the shops, but he'd already been loaded with stacks of bags that she'd bought with his dad's money. He sulked at the thought of how he never got to go anywhere with him. He knew it was because he was too short and skinny and that a big money business man couldn't be seen dead with a skinny little faggot boy.
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Woah, Ty popped back out of Logan's thoughts momentarily. He didn't expect that.
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If only he was taller, bigger, stronger, then his dad might accept him and he might even get noticed by other boys. "Well get real" he muttered to himself. He sulked as he couldn't even reach the bags, but before he knew it - he'd grabbed it.
Eh? How'd I . . . . . ?
Then he saw it. His arm was three times longer than before!
Well maybe not that long, but it had definitely gotten longer.
Logan felt a tugging feeling in the other arm and looked at it just in time to see it too was stretching out. But he could feel it happening this time. He could see it too. Then his legs started growing too, but this was even more intense than his arms - he could feel them growing, stretching, and getting longer. And it felt amazing! Not just because he could feel it, but because he knew what it meant. He wasn't going to be little Logan anymore. He couldn't be now.
He stood up in the open and if he had to guess Logan would put himself at about 6 foot! He was definitely taller than most other people in the area. And his torso hadn't even grown yet!
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Ty realised how much Logan was enjoying himself and started to wonder how tall Logan should get?
Should he keep going or leave him at a reasonable height?