Joce and Nikki giggled, amazed at seeing the giant Peter walking down the sidewalk in front of them, clad in nothing more than his stretched-out swim trunks.
"Joce, I feel like a freak!" Peter complained.
"You are a freak!" she called, laughing. "My freak!"
Joce considered what she should do next, how she should make Peter grow, or what part of him to grow, when she failed to note that they were walking down the sidewalk near a relatively busy street, and the driver of a green pickup truck suddenly saw the rather shocking sight of a fifteen-foot-tall teenager walking along wearing nothing more than Speedos, and while gawking in shock, paid no attention to where he was driving, plowing right over both of the girls and into a brick wall.
Airbags deployed, but only inside the car, and Joce and Nikki were fatally squished as Peter found when he lifted the car off them.
Peter started to panic--his girlfriend was dead and he was now stuck as a fifteen-foot freak for the rest of his life!