Somewhat shocked by Joe's reaction, John decided to have some more fun and prove his point in the process.
John focused and thought, I wish I had Joe's height.
Suddenly, John felt this warm and tingly sensation as his body began to change once more. His body began to shift upward and you see Joe's trending the opposite direction, shrinking slowly with each passing moment.
For a split second your eyes meet at the same level, his in complete disbelief, yours in enjoyment as your body feels the warmth of the growth spurt take over.
When it's complete, your clothes are even tighter, your abs clearly showing under the bottom of your now muscle tee and your shorts coming inches above your knee. Joe meanwhile is swarmed in his once fitted workout clothes and looks stunned, scratching his facial hair and staring up at you for a change in his new 5 foot frame.
"Now do you believe me?" you ask him.
Joe's shock quickly turns to anger. He races towards you.
He tried to hit me in his new body, but I grabbed his now oversized workout shirt. He started hitting at my stomach but it didn't hurt at all, which was sort of sad as I never realized how much of a weakling I was before.
"You little punk, give me back my muscles and height!" Joe shouted as he kept swinging away, the punches had to be hurting his tiny little fists more than it was affecting me as my now solid abs didn't even flinch at the blows.
"Do you know how hard I worked for those amazing muscles you stole from me. Now look at me, I'm a literal man child. Give me back my hot god-like body!" Joe shouted.
As Joe continued to throw his tantrum, John realized what he'd do next.