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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1774600
You're trapped somewhere with a boy (or boys) who is smaller than you... But not for long!
This choice: The "shirts" all agree to grow, to fair things up.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Even the Matchup

    by: citywalker Author IconMail Icon
"Okay, fine," one of the skins says, "if we need to even things out, I guess we could let those little squirts catch up to us height-wise."

"Uhhh," you stutter. "That's not exactly--"

"Yeah!" The boys on the shirts team all seem to be in agreement. Before you can say anything, they all close their eyes and hold out their arms, grasping each others' wrists.

"Wait!" you call out, but it's too late. The shirts team has already begun to grow, having a lot of work to do to match their bare-chested teammates. Each boy shoots up, their torsos widening and filling out their chests with pound after pound of muscle, and their legs elongating and thickening, turning into massive sculpted columns.

Their clothes seem to be getting bigger as well, though not at the same rate as their expanding bodies. The fabric and nylon stretch in an attempt to keep up with the bodies of these young boys-becoming-giants. By the time they are able to see eye-to-eye with their larger teammates' waists, their clothing should have been torn to shreds. Instead, though, the shirts and shorts seem to be holding up, though much more strained than before.

The shirts are now riding up their well-defined abs, revealing a bit of midriff as the shirts pass ten feet tall. The boys' calves expand to the size of bowling balls, forcing their long socks to go lower and lower, revealing even more toned muscle and firm skin. The shorts seem to have to work the hardest to stay together, as the boys' powerful thigh muscles, tight chiseled butts, and, most troubling of all, clearly-visible bulges are all being showcased by the ever-stretching nylon.

Finally, the growth stops, each boy more or less the same height as his skins counterpart. You crane your neck upward, looking back and forth between the two teams, unsure of which sight is the more impressive, or the more horrifying. The skins' almost-naked bodies definitely give a clearer view of their impressively large muscles, and as they run back and forth along the grass and stretch their arms and legs to warm up, you could see their skin ripple with each movement of their pectoral and abdominal muscles, their biceps and triceps popping up with each flex of their arms.

The shirts team seems equally impressive but in a different way, the skin-tight uniforms sculpting and enhancing the boys' definition, tempting whoever looks at them with the wonder that lies underneath. The six or seven inches between the bottom of their shirts and the top of their shorts serves to show a taste of the incredible physique of these boys, and their shorts only cover the bare minimum, coming just a quarter way down their thighs before revealing skin again. In many ways, the extra clothing on this side, tight as it was, could be considered even more alluring.

It certainly is an amazing sight to see. The boys can no longer be confused with other little kids, but instead resemble mini-titans, or gods. The only things that still remind you of the ten-year-olds they started out as are their boyish, youthful faces, and the playful demeanor and attitude they have. You see a skin with a mischievous smile on his face jump on the back of his newly-grown shirt teammate, his arms wrapped tightly around the other boy's neck. The shirt laughs and claws wildly to try to get the skin off of his back, a wide smile plastered on both faces the whole time. Another two boys roll around in the grass together, reveling in the ticklish feel of the blades against their skin, gleefully aware that they're getting green stains on their otherwise-clean shirts, shorts and socks. You're somewhat surprised that these boys don't seem to be marveling in any significant way at their incredible new physique and height. You almost could swear that they do this kind of thing at every practice.

As you keep turning your head back and forth between each side, you only now become aware of how excited you've become. At first, you're extremely embarrassed and try to hide your arousal; you have a girlfriend and a reputation to uphold, and you shouldn't be getting turned on by other guys, especially those seven years younger than you. But, looking back up to the boys, you notice that some of the boys also seem to have their manhood at a heightened state. Staring into their eyes, you see that these boys have some sort of fiery emotion in them; passion, lust, you're not sure what. Part of you is afraid of what this could mean, but you shake it off as the rest of the boys gather together, looking like they're ready to resume play.

"Okay," you say, trembling a little as the boys' restless footsteps pound the ground. "So this will be the start of a new scrimmage. We're back to square one; it should be fair from here."

"Got it," Lee said, nodding. "So that means we have to make a new rule about scoring."

You look up at him, questioningly. "It does?" you ask, a slight sense of dread in your voice. The other boys all seem to nod, confirming Lee's statement, causing you to gulp.

"Hey," Luke, the shaggy redhead boy on the shirts team, says, his face lit up in excitement. "I've got an idea! How about…"
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