It doesn't matter to you one way or the other, so you push your thumb into the fleshy grow button. Sure enough, Eric's body begins to swell upward and outward at a steady pace, almost immediately outgrowing you since he was only an inch shorter. When you remove your thumb, your friend towers over you like a professional basketball player, only without the physique.
"Holy shit," the big guy laughs. After a full rotation, he beams down at you and says, "Dude, you look tiny."
You feel tiny in comparison. Hell, you're not even up to Eric's eyeballs anymore. Since you're both curious, you sneak down to your father's basement workshop to borrow a tape measure. Standing on the bed, you hold the tape close to your friend's head and exclaim, "Jesus Christ, you're six-and-a-half feet tall, man."
"And it feels incredible," Eric tells you, stretching out his long arms. "I mean, it doesn't really feel like I've gotten bigger, but, like, everything is a lot smaller, including you. It's like - well, I can't even describe it. It's a fucking rush."
After reeling the tape back into the plastic case, you notice the growing bulge in his shorts and jump down from the bed. "Come on, Eric, really?"
"Can't help it," the enlarged man bounces his broad shoulders. "This is amazing. I feel so - so powerful."
"I can tell. Don't get used to it, though. We'll have to change you back before anybody sees you like this. You want me to give you a minute? I can leave the room, just don't make a mess."
Eric angles his head to one side and says, "Not a bad idea."
"I was joking. You're not jerking off in my room."
"Dude, you can't shrink me down yet. Give me a day or something at least. I won't tell anybody about the remote, I swear to God. I'll just say that there was a UFO that crash landed. When I went over to see what it was, this beam of light came out and hit me, made me grow."
"Oh yeah," you snort, "people are gonna buy that."
"It's about as crazy as what actually happened, isn't it? Besides, man, I've gotta know what it's like. You know what I mean. I bet it's huge."
Huge might be an overstatement. It's definitely bigger, but Eric's bulge isn't exactly on par with those guys in the porno movies. As much as you'd like to indulge his twisted fantasy, you can't risk anybody finding out about the device, especially Allison or your stepsisters. If Emily found out, she'd do everything she could think of to steal it for her own personal gain. Just imagine a six-and-a-half foot Emily running around, shrinking everybody who wronged her. The world would never be the same.
"Sorry, man, we can't do that. People would-"
Before you can finish, Eric reaches out and snatches the remote from your hand. He lifts it high overhead and says, "Look, Robby, I get what you're saying, I do, but you don't know how bad I want this. Please, don't make me beat your little ass."
"Eric, seriously, you can't-"
"Oh, I bet I can. I can do whatever the hell I want. You can't take that away from me now." Lowering the device to his face, he asks, "What's this switch for?"
"I'm not sure. Haven't gotten there yet."
"Local and global? It's on global, and that's what made me big all around, so does local mean it's, like, targeted?"
"Targeted? What do you mean?"
Instead of answering you, your enlarged friend shoves the remote down into his shorts. You step back and scrunch up your face. "Damn it," you groan. "That's disgusting."
The bulge in Eric's shorts, which was finally settling down, begins to swell once again, only this isn't like the last time. It's not fully hard, not yet, but it's getting bigger. As it grows, the rod stiffens, the throbbing head pushing away from his body until it's no longer a bulge but a full-on circus tent.
"Holy shit," you gasp, trying not to stare.
Nudging the swelling pillar of meat with his free hand, forcing it to bend down awkwardly against the strained, stretchy fabric, Eric bursts into laughter, then shouts, "That's what I'm fucking talking about. Shit, I'm fucking hung now. I thought you said you couldn't use the gun on yourself, asshole?"
What Eric said before about being huge, it's not such an overstatement anymore. If anything, it might be an understatement, because the guy looks like he's smuggling a pound of salami. Those porno guys, they'd shit themselves if they had to compete with this monstrosity. Pulling out the remote, Eric closes his eyes and shudders, his cheeks red hot. It was unlikely before, but there's absolutely no chance in hell he's giving you that device back at this point.
"God," the towering man grunts, "I'm so fucking hot right now. Like, for real, you have no idea how good this feels.."
"Look, Eric, you've gotta relax, man. Okay? Don't do anything stupid. I get it, this is totally some kind of power trip, some kind of sexual rush or whatever, but you can't let it get to you. You have to calm down or you're gonna do something you'll regret when you're back to normal."
"Normal?" Lips curled into a sinister grin, your friend tells you, "This is my normal now, Robby. I'm not going back."
"But - but you have to. You can't-"
"I've already told you, I can do whatever the fuck I want to. Are you going to stop me? Fat fucking chance. Look at you. I'm five times the man you are, so why would I want to go back to being small and weak like you?"
There's no persuading the man. Worst of all, he's right. You can't stop him at this point. Maybe if you were on his level, but that would require getting the remote back, which is the whole point to begin with. You step aside as he starts toward the door. Whatever he's planning, it's not going to be good. What can you do, though? If only he wasn't so worked up, so blinded by lust, then he might be reasonable. You've never seen him like this before.
"Where - where are you going?" you ask weakly as he yanks the door open, nearly ripping it off the hinges.
"I'm gonna go see that sister of yours. I'm gonna fuck her brains out so hard that she forgets all about that little boyfriend." Eric's enormous cock twitches at the thought. "Then, when she's good and fucked and begging for me to stop, I'm gonna cum all over those fat fucking tits."
Even if Emily is a total bitch, that's excessively cruel. More importantly, she'll find out about the remote, what it can do, and possibly even get her hands on it. Surely Eric isn't gonna hold onto it the whole time. What happens then? With as much as she hates your guts, she's sure to come after you once she's done with Eric, or what's left of him. You let this happen, after all. If you can sneak in there while they're both distracted then you could take control of it and set things right, but that's still a horrible situation. Even if he shrinks back down, Emily will tell your stepmother what happened, then the police, and then they'll take the remote and throw Eric in prison for God knows for many years. Your only other option here is to somehow convince the horny giant to cool himself off so that he comes back to his senses.
As Eric steps into the hallway, you decide to…
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