The urge is too tempting. You slowly point to gun back at your chest and pull the trigger again.
The blast hits you and the nauseating growth starts again. Despite your fear at the sounds of your skin and bones stretching and getting bigger, you keep your fingers pressed on the trigger and try to keep calm. By the time you've passed your previous limit the wet grass is crunching loudly beneath your mammoth soles and your collarbone is already past the tree. You let your toes clench and grab at the damp earth leaving jagged trenches in the lawn, savoring how big you're getting. It's getting hard to think the bigger you get, like you're getting dumber, but still you keep your finger (now that it's so big, it's more like your fingernail) pressed on the trigger.
Back in the house, your mom and sister are on separate floors, you mom reading in bed while your sister's watching TV. Suddenly the side of the house completely breaks open and your giant foot crashes into the living room with your sister. She screams and falls of the sofa right under the shadow of your wiggling toes. Back in your mom's room the wall rips free and she shrieks up at the towering boxer-clad god stretching up through the hole in the roof. It's impossible to see her son's face, but the giant merely clenches his fists and lets out a mindless groan. A giant belly button puff in and out over her head and gurgles loudly...
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