Upon taking a sip of the growth solution-tainted Coca-Cola, Joey dropped his glass onto the floor, causing it to spill. He bent over in discomfort.
"Uh, I don't feel so well..." he said to you, clutching his chest. Even bending over, Joey was now almost taller than you. You noticed that his shirt was getting tighter, riding up his well-sculpted abs. His boardshorts gained the appearance of boxers more and more with each passing second. Joey stood up, the initial pain apparently passing. He looked down at you, bewildered, still getting taller. You looked back up at him in awe. His package was now above your head, barely contained by far too small of shorts. His shirt was beginning to rip, exposing his smooth, muscular chest.
Joey stopped growing at a height of twelve feet. His head brushed the ceiling, and he had to crouch a little to avoid hitting it.
"Dude," Joey said, "what the hell?", looking at his now much larger body, then down at you.
"I dunno," you said, innocently,
"This is awesome," he said, smiling his cute, boyish smile. Obviously, you thought so too, but you didn't say anything.
Joey sat back down on the couch. You noticed as he did so that his round butt was sticking out of his shorts. The house shook a little as he sat down. You went to go sit by your now giant friend. The couch, which normally held three people comfortably, was now almost entirely taken up by Joey's thighs and bubble butt. He sat with his legs spread apart, causing his organ to show prominently through his tight shorts. Instead, you contented yourself to stay standing.
Joey flexed his tan arms a little, causing the sleeves of his t-shirt to rip. You watched, transfixed. Joey noticed you looking.
What will Joey do to you? Will he be a nice giant?