Kyle's fist suddenly grows tighter. You realize that your body is starting to expand outward. You're getting heavier and it's harder for him to maintain a grip on you. He lets go and grabs his hand in pain. You hit the ground feet first and crack the pavement. You've only fallen what feels like maybe a foot or two feet.
The house, the pool, the crowd of party-goers, it's all rapidly shrinking around you.
Before you have time to process any of it, you're already at eye level with Kyle.
And then you keep going.
By the time everything settles and your vertigo subsides, Kyle is at roughly bellybutton height and the top of Tara's head is well below your hips. You're somewhere between 80 and 90 feet tall (let's call it 85).
The guests are in full panic at this point; Just a bunch of Polly Pockets and a few GI Joes wriggling around the backyard, tripping over the giants' three massive pairs of feet.
Perhaps the most bizarre development is what you didn't hear: the tearing of your clothes. You look down to see that your swim shorts have remained intact.
"Well that's bullshit," Kyle whined, looking up at your fully clothed, even more gigantic form.
"Yeah," you admit, "I have no clue what the rules on this thing are-"
You gesture with the hand that was previously holding the water gun, but now realize it's not there.
"What the fuck?" you mutter, scanning your immediate vicinity.
"Dan, you need to change us back RIGHT NOW!" demanded the birthday girl, suddenly not on board with the size-changing shenanigans now that her friend was in charge instead of getting hand crushed by her crush.
"Yeah yeah, hold on," you say, scanning through the uncoordinated stampede of swimsuit-clad tweeny-somethings.
Your massive fingers accidentally bump into a few tiny people as you scan the floor for the water gun. You accidentally clothes-line Sophie and she screams and struggles against your fingers as you try to help her up, accidentally knocking another fleeing couple into the pool.
"Uh sorry," you mumble.
Tara easily ducks under your arms and tries to reassure the crowd that's unsuccessfully trying to cram back into her house.
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