#hand growth

- R.C.R.P. - Phone glitch -

‘You are getting BIGGER again, aren’t you?’ The text said.

Joey grumbled and he read the SMS his RP buddy Leon sent him. Ever since they’ve started chatting on tumblr, the two guys have become good friends and liked to RP a lot as they shared similar interests and kinks, especially on the transformation spectrum.

However, when Joey updated his phone the colours turned to their negatives on the app and the text grew blurry and non-uniform: random-sized letters in the middle of a word, some tilted to the side, letters disappearing and some another colour or style. The psychedelic-looking app didn’t seem to change even after Joey tried to re-update it. 

He talked about it to his online friend who did not come with any of the technical issues Joey mentioned. To no avail, even re-downloading the app did not change it. It was like a virus had spread into his phone but only affected his SMS app.

It is from that moment that things started turning sour. Every time Leon sent him an SMS, mostly when roleplaying, Joey felt himself change a little bit. The normal 5’6 and 110 lbs slim Joey had grown to 6’5 in a matter of a week and almost tripled his weight, brushing 300 lbs by now. Probably past that with the present SMS.

‘You really got to stop sending me messages like that, Leon!’ 

Joey replied back, his now Italian sausage-thick fat thumbs having a hard time to press the correct letters on his diminutive phone.

‘I’m already past the size of a footballer, now, I can’t get even bigger, those clothes are getting expansive!’

‘Just teasing ya ;-)’

‘This ain’t fun anymore, dude’

‘Sorry’

‘Np. It’s more cause I’m in public with the folks. Can’t start growing in too big or too fast. Lol’

‘How big are you now?’

‘Idk. 6’5? 6’6? 300+? Y?’

‘Your feet?’

Joey rolled his eyes.

‘15s. Wide’

‘I bet yer shoes are getting tight.’

And, suddenly, they were. Joey gritted his teeth at his online buddy, feeling his toes getting pushed and squeezed at the tip of the tight shoes. His sister asked him if he was alright, in front of him at the table but he just grumbled an annoyed “yes.”

‘Stop it’ Joey sent.

‘Sorry. Not my fault if you’re still in the middle of a growth spurt.’

“The fucker…” Joey thought as his whole body tingled in anticipation to grow and gain size.

‘Idk why you keep hurting yourself.’ Leon had texted. ‘You should put x-tra wide 19 boots to cover those big dawgs of yours’

Joey hit the table with a fist, eliciting a scare jump from everyone at the table. Joey’s toes kept on pushing and pushing against the tip of the shoes, the sides of the worn leather splitting as the mass inside just swelled and surged bigger.

“What is it with you today, Jo?” His dad asked, annoyed at his attitude.

“Stomach cramps.” Joey lied, before standing up and hitting and pushing the table away with his knees. “Going to the bathroom. Be right back.”

With each steps toward the bathroom, Joey grumbled and cursed at the fraying shoes around his growing feet. Finally inside, he locked himself in the lone stall and started typing back to Leon.

‘One more thing and I will block you I swear’

There was a pause. Joey breath in and out, looking carefully down at his feet while sitting on the toilet seat. Long and thick toes emerged from the broken shoes and tearing socks, small hair growing on them too. When a sudden PING resonated from his phone, he almost feared at looking for Leon’s reply. When he looked at it, he almost regretted doing so. Heck, he should have blocked the number before giving a warning. Now, simple horror filled his eyes. 

‘But why? You’re just some perverted big bellied giant that can’t get enough of his size.’

Joey’s phone started to shake in his thick hands when a sudden, very strong, erection threatened to break through his checkered shorts’ fly.

‘You can barely stand it in public. You just crave jacking off all the time.’ Another message popped on his mobile.

‘You’ve got such big calloused hands.’

Joey’s hands suddenly started to firm up a bit, growing weatherbeaten. Holding the phone with his left hand, he placed his right one on his tented crotch, rubbing the sensitive member through the shorts.

‘Hands bigger than dinner plates. Heck it’s a mystery how you can even type on your phone… well… can you even type?’

The hands grew suddenly so large and long, thick and meaty that the phone in his left hand simply looking comical, almost like an eraser in comparison to an average man’s hand. Under the other monstrous hand, the tent just felt smaller in comparison.

‘And, lucky you, you’ve got an enormous penis to fit perfectly in your hand. Thick and long.’

And the tent in the shorts grew bigger and bigger, stitches actually popping and threads breaking as they couldn’t contain the monstrosity lurking inside.

‘You are so horny… always horny… and so sensitive that you could cum at nothing…’

Joey moaned and panted, hearing more tearing from the shorts as he could start to really see his cock breaking through. He was getting so close from just rubbing through.

‘And now, whenever you cum, you’ll just grow bigger. Taller. Larger. And you crave that feeling more than anything.’

Joey came countlessly in his shorts, his moans surpassed only by the sounds of ripping clothes and buttons popping off his shirt.