Hank was amazed at his new body. 6'6" and built like an olympic swimmer. He stretched himself to do the butterfly, not noticing how as he pushed himself more and forward, Ty's spell continued to develop his muscles and his skeleton.
Pretending he was in the olympics, he raced, doing turn after turn, pushing himself to his limit until at last he found himself scraping his kneese on the bottom in the shallow end.
Hank stood up. And up. And up. The mark on the side of the pool said 4 1/2 feet. The water came up to just above his waist, while above the waterline, his chest expanded dramatically, massively muscled across his chest and his to impossibly wide shoulders and arms that reached down to his knees with hands the size of paddles.
Hank realized, with his scientific knowledge, that his body had somehow evolved to make him not just the perfect physical specimen for a swimmer, but the perfect physiological shape for a butterfly swimmer.
His legs were long and lithely muscled, while his feet had become enormous even in proportion, as big and wide as they could possibly be without being flippers.
He stepped out of the pool and ran his huge hands down his massive chest and tiny waist. Yep. The perfect physical specimen for the butterfly.
He wondered if the Olympics would accept someone who was nine feet tall.