Grandpa Max and Gwen had left the young hero a note on the fridge telling him that they had gone to the nearby city without him, which left Ben plenty of time to rush outside into the woods. It was a hot day as Ben Tennyson ran through the woods, already his black and white T-shirt was clinging to his damp torso, especially around his young hairless armpits. Not to mention how his feet in his socks and sneakers were beginning to perspire, "Man, today must be the hottest day of the summer!" He muttered to himself before finally stopping in a clearing.

"Hmm...something fetish related huh?" Ben fell on his butt and stared at the watch.

So many possibilities, of course, most ten year olds wouldn't have a clue what a "fetish" was. But this was Ben Tennyson we were talking about, hero of the omnitrix! He had erm..."researched" on Gwen's laptop various things that his parents would probably call "dirty". Even come up with some things that he even thought were weird, although interesting.

There was something called macrophilia he recalled, where people really liked giants. And there was a sweat fetish, where people were into sweaty people. These two fetishes kept circling around in his head until he got an idea.

"Hmmm....I wonder what would happen if I became a sweaty giant? I mean, its cool being able to wield the omnitrix and all....but that would give me so much more power! Not to mention it would be really fun! Haha, I can imagine the look on Gwen and Grandpa's faces when I come stomping back to the Rustbucket all big and sweaty!"

Taking this idea and running with it, Ben twisted the omnitrix dial until he found a symbol that showed a growing person emitting beads of sweat. Ben raised his hand and slammed his palm down onto the button, a bright flash of green light overtook him, and soon he felt himself growing and getting sweatier than he already was.

Once the green light faded, Ben opened his eyes and looked around. He was so big he could touch the treetops, his clothes had thankfully grown with him. He felt his forehead, noticing he was literally dripping. "Alright! This should be a fun day!" He wiggled his toes in his socks and shoes, feeling how wet they were, they were literally squelching.

Now he lifted up his arm, seeing the damp patch on his shirt, he sniffed it and turned a bit green. "Wow....I stink too! Awesome!" Ben stomped through the trees, his sneakers uprooting them without care as he stomped back to the Rustbucket.