Josh opened his mouth to retch and instead projected a beastly belch. As it rolled on, he felt his army uniform stretch. His flat abdomen began spilling through the widening gaps between the buttons of his shirt. The sleeves tore against his growing arms. He felt his pants shred against his legs. He felt like he was turning into the hulk, and to be honest, it felt sort of awesome. Liberating. He was easily eight feet tall, approaching nine. Would soon be ten, probably. He wanted to check out the size of his ass. He craned his head around to check himself out, and when he faced forward he had only a second to realize his army brothers had their guns pointed straight at him. He opened his mouth to speak and they blew his head off.
The street shook. A momentary pause, and then another isolated quake. A shorter pause, and then two more booming footfalls. From around the corner, brought by the sound of gunfire, emerged a much bigger Caleb. He had obviously eaten, and eaten well, since leaving the building. He was three-stories tall, and his belly hung out obscenely compared to the rest of his mostly muscular physique.
The street shook. A momentary pause, and then another isolated quake. A shorter pause, and then two more booming footfalls. From around the corner, brought by the sound of gunfire, emerged a much bigger Caleb. He had obviously eaten, and eaten well, since leaving the building. He was three-stories tall, and his belly hung out obscenely compared to the rest of his mostly muscular physique.