Unfortunately, the door to the spare room didn't have a lock. Fortunately, Matt was big enough now to slam the door shut as Cody tried to open it, and hold it shut.
"Dude!" Cody said through it. "You okay? I heard you screaming and stuff."
Matt was looking down at the doorframe, slightly below his eye level. This was so weird. "Uh, yeah..." he said in his new deeper voice, looking at the bracelet on his thick meaty wrist, his hand against the door.
Matt wished that he was clothed again, and that when Cody came in, he'd be taller than him, like before.
He closed his eyes, concentrating as he stepped back, then opened them just as Cody opened the door and stepped inside.
The effect was immediate. Cody started growing taller and taller, his clothes straining as he screamed and then came the sickening crunch as his head hit the ceiling.
Luckily, sheet rock is weaker than skulls, so Cody only stood there dazed, somewhere over eight feet tall and muscled like a collosus. This wasn't exactly what Matt had planned.
But he could work with it. He concentrated, wishing that Cody were clothed again and that he'd think this was all normal.
The shredded clothing whirled up around him, forming a gigantic basketball jersey and shorts, and the burst sneakers reknit around his feet. "Hey there, runt," Cody said. "What you scream for? You made me jump and hit my head." He ducked down a bit, rubbing the top of his head with his huge meaty paw.
"Runt?" Matt asked.
Cody grinned. "Over seven feet, you get to be a runt. Under that, everyone else is midgets."
Matt was intrigued. "You like being that tall?"
Cody grimaced. "Sometimes. Sometimes its horrible though. Haven't had a date since I passed seven and a half feet. Wish I could give some of it away."
That seemed a good wish, and Matt decided to grant it, wishing that Cody had the power to give a away as much of his new height and muscle as he wanted.