I wouldn't let him get away too easily with his disparaging remarks. I started growing slowly. I farted the whole time I grew. If there had been a match dropped below me, this whole outhouse would have gone up like a nuclear bomb. The smell was nasty. The entire time, I couldn't help but laugh and picture how awful it must be for Jeff.
When I took up nearly the entire outhouse, I bellowed out, "Fire in the hole." Unfortunately for Jeff, I'd been eating crap all week and had the shits. And, at my current size of at least ten feet tall, this was going to be messy. I pushed hard with my stomach muscles. I could feel the diarrhea splash out of my ass. It must have been like a huge shit storm for Jeff. Sure hope I don't accidentally drown him - ha!
In a burst of growth, I broke out of the filthy tiny building. I must have been around 12 feet tall. I looked down and saw the pitiful little shrimp still trying to swim. He was completely coated in my shit. "Glad to see you made it through my shitfest. Don't worry, I'll be back. But, first - I need to wipe my ass. I think Ken will make good toilet paper."
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