"Ahhh!" Franz yelped as another shot of growth hit him. Or rather, the growth didn't. The ceiling did instead. Franz was definitely very tall now, his head brushing the 10 foot ceiling. Miraculously, Knoll must have enchanted his clothing too, because they expanded to his vast new height quickly - and thank goodness for that!
Gasping, Franz attempted to bend over. He didn't want to break the house if the spell was going to force him to titanic heights.
And then he remembered. Forde was still upstairs! If he was going to bring destruction onto the house, then he needed Forde out of here! Running and stumbling on the now too small stairs, Franz rushed upstairs, his head bumping the ceiling in various places. His growth seemed to subdue for now, but who knows how long it'll last?
Thrusting open the door to where his "brother" was napping, Franz yelled, "GET OUT!" Forde snapped wide awake and took one look a Franz before questioning him. "What's going on? Hey Franz, you seem tall.."
He didn't get a chance to finish. Another growth spurt had started and Franz was now at least 15 feet, smashing through the door frame.
"I said GET OUT! It's not safe!" Franz yelled once again and this time Forde obeyed, running downstairs and exiting the structure as fast as he could. Standing outside, he could see the house start to tremble slightly. What was happening to Franz?
Meanwhile inside the building, Forde had to sit down. He was too big to leave the house now for none of the doors would have allowed him through. Instead Franz closed his eyes and waited.
Seconds later, the real growth started. Both of Fran's legs shot out from in front of him, each smashing into an exit stairwell. Franz's arms stretched out, his hands pushing against the walls of the room. His head hitting the ceiling, threatening to smash through and break free.
Soon the weight of Franz could no longer be supported by the second story. With a loud smash, the floor gave away and Franz found himself sitting on the first floor, debris and wooden planks scattered around him. But the growth was only beginning.
Franz's gigantic leather boots that were pushing against the house's two exits shot forward and rammed both doors down, his legs expanding and growing. Franz's arms were no longer pushing against the walls of the house - they too had smashed through and were now exposed outside. The only thing left was Franz's head, which was now once again close into the ceiling...
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