Suddenly, Conner hunches over in pain.
"Are you okay!?" You ask in fear of what might be happening to your friend now. Conner, obviously in to much pain, doesn't reply. You lay you hand on his back, which as at your head height, and start rubbing in an attempt you comfort him. Suddenly all his muscles convulse terribly causing you to retract your hand and step away. Conner continues groaning in pain, but he doesn't seem to be growing any taller. You stare on in shock and wonder, hoping that the pain ends soon. Then, as soon as the thought crossing your mind Conner stops fidgeting and groaning, and sits up, slightly bewildered.
"But wait a minute... nothing happened..." You think aloud.
"Thank god." Conner says, panting loudly.
You look on in silence, mustering enough manners to close your jaw that seemed to be scraping the floor.
"I still feel a little bit weird, but for some reason, it kind of feels good..." Conner says, voicing his situation.
Then suddenly, as soon as you begin to relax the sound of stretching fabric emanates throughout the room. You both fall silent. Then all of a sudden, Conner's shoulders start widening, and his biceps get noticeably wider. His previously flat chest begins to gain shape and a six pack starts appearing beneath his shirt. His thighs begin gaining definition beneath the sweat pants and his exposed calves start getting bigger and more muscular.
"Dude, you're getting buff!" You say in astonishment.
"Awesome!" Conner whispers barely containing his excitement. His shirt and pants grow ever tighter as his get bigger and bigger, veins popping up. His pecs are huge now, rounding themselves out before your very eyes. His arms get wider and wider and his six pack protrudes from his abdomen as if carved from stone. His legs get more and more defined, looking like those of a bodybuilder. Suddenly you hear a rip a rip and his shirt falls to the ground, rips clean and half by his big, perfect muscles. You gaze in awe at his new form, sculpted, sexy and still getting better. His sweat pants barely holding on, rip and fall off his now gorgeous legs. Colin stares at himself, a massive smile on his face.
"This is awesome!" He exclaims. "I'm getting ripped!"
You look down at his boxer shorts, which are barely holding out, and your jaw drops. Conner's manhood is growing along with him, and it's reaching huge proportions. As it pushes forward on the thin fabric, Conner notices too.
"Oh. My. God. This is the best day of my life." He says, staring at his still-growing bulge over his massive pecs which are also still getting bigger. Looking closer, you see the head of Conner's huge penis coming out the bottom of his boxers. It's huge. At least as thick as soda can.
Suddenly, his boxers rip and the full glory of his humongous manhood is revealed. He makes no attempt to cover it up, instead opting to stare at it. It's at least ten inches long. By now Conner is big enough to trump any bodybuilder. Perfectly sculpted and undoubtedly sexy, you can't tear your eyes away from him.
"Yes! Yes!" Conner whispers excitedly under his breath.
Suddenly, Conner's growing stops. He stares at himself for a few more seconds then looks at you.
"Dude, I'm freaking sexy." He says in amazement. He turns his head to look in the mirror, and gasps at what he sees. His biceps are huge and bulging against his enormous lats. His pecs are massive and perfectly rounded, hovering above his perfectly chiseled eight pack abs. His thighs are perfect showing all his muscle, and his calves look like footballs. And in the middle of it all, his massive penis. He directs his attention to his penis as it becomes the biggest erection you've ever seen. Every time you think it must be almost done growing it grows more and more and then even more.
"Wow." Is all Conner manages to say, as he gawks at his penis, now twenty-four inches long, and at least twenty inches around.
"All the girls are gonna want me." He says to himself, having completely forgotten your presence. Staring at his perfect form suddenly you begin to grow jealous. You wish you had a perfect body like that. You wish you had such a huge penis. You wish you were that tall. You want Conner to shrink. To lose all his muscle and all 25 inches of his penis and shrink down to two feet tall. You want lightning to strike him. You want him dead.
"Um, hey..." Conner says gently, attracting your attention. "This must kind of suck for you. Just standing there looking at me. You probably want to be in my shoes, don't you? I'm sorry." You sigh, releasing all your jealousy and anger.
"Don't be sorry Conner. It's not like you made this happen. Besides, I'm fine. I'll just have to start working out, and maybe one day I'll be two thirds your height." You say, smiling. Conner smiles too. For a second you look into his eyes and see the friend that you've always known. Kind, gentle Conner, who wouldn't even hurt a fly.
"Thanks for being such a good friend." Conner says to you, happy at your understanding. You try joking a little bit.
"Well, one thing's for sure! No ones ever gonna try and pick a fight with you aga-"
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