The witch waved her wand and immediately Chris felt himself change. He could feel himself spread. Expand. The roof seemed to come to meet his head. Even though his clothes followed, more or less, his shoes ripped, letting humongous feet free. It wasn't painful, just very weird. Now he was about 4 meters but he turned around himself and then scratched his head, feeling rather confused. He was... He was... Well, what was he doing? His mind was fuzzy. He was in house but surely it could not be his? It was way too small.
"Well, hello, big guy," the witch smiled up at him. "How are you doing?"
The giant tried to gather his thoughts and failed miserably.
"I... I not know..." he mumbled.
"It's all right. Is this your house?"
"No. Too small... I big!" he said, jabbing his thumb at himself and grinning goofily in pride.
Chris' intelligence was in effect gone, replaced by the simple thoughts of a giant. He was just a bit nonplussed at the vague thoughts swimming in his mind. He felt he should know the woman in front of him and the house but he could not place them in anywhere. And then his stomach rumbled, chasing away all of his other thoughts.
"I see you're hungry. Tell you what, you help me gather things and walk back to my home carrying them and I'll serve you a meal for your kindness. What do you say?"
Chris smiled widely. Now that sounded good!
"What food?" he asked eagerly .
"Soup. Or sausages. Or what about some nice loaves of bread?"
"Sausages! Sausages!" he said excitedly, clapping his hand and making the house shake.
"Good! Sausages it is!" laughed the witch. Now let's get ready."
Chris happily complied, focused all the while on his prospective meal and forgetting his hazy worries that had vaguely tried to erupt in his mind.
The witch was happy. The trip back to her place had been breeze. The new giant had broken through a wall to get out but had carried with no problem her belongings and what she took from the two thieves herself. Even better, the giant had taken her upon his shoulder as she held her prized goose in a cage. She had congratulated the giant all along the way and that charming oaf was very receptive to positive reinforcement. Saying how strong he was made him grin and giggle happily, leading to great bursts of exclamations.
"Me strong! Me strong!"
"You sure are, big guy," she cackled. "And fast! You'll receive plenty of sausages once we arrive."
This had only spurred dim-witted Chris on even more and once at her home, she had wasted not time in waving her wand, transforming a pile of leaves into a pile of sausages, which the giant munched with great happiness on. She herself went in to place Damon into a bigger cage, feed him corn and sorting out her possessions. She then made herself some tea and pondered what to do next. So many possibilities! First, Chris could stay a giant, making a fine servant. But he would need constant care and surveillance. Giants, nice or mean, were rarely smart and required being looked after for fear of unwanted destruction. Besides, she could change him back and appalled by his actions as a giant, she could frighten him even more. She smiled as she considered what to do with him. Second, what about his friend? Yet again, so many choices! She laughed, took a decision and went outside.
The giant had finished his meal and grinned at her. She smiled back and waved her wand again. In mere seconds, at her feet was a Chris shaking and looking downright miserable. With horror, he remembered his lack of intelligence as a giant and was appalled at his actions and thoughts. He flinched in front of the witch.
"No! Please! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.
"I'm sure you are, " she grinned. "But I have other plans for you and your friend who escaped. Don't worry, he won't enjoy having gotten away much. He won't escape my punishment."