Chris had no question of what to do because the next thing that happened, he passed out as well.
Jason was the first to wake up, in the hospital. There was a sheet covering him, except his feet were sticking out of the bed over a foot at the bottom. He ran his hand across his face then over his shoulder and the first thing that he noticed was he was...hairier. Huh?
He sat up. What in the hell was going on? He was really hairy, pretty buff, and it looked like he'd been stuck in the children's wing because all the furniture was way too small. Chris was lying in the next bed, similarly not fitting, but unconscious.
Jason got out of bed, staggering to his feet and bracing one hand against the ceiling which was only a few inches from his head. What in the hell was going on?
At least he was wearing a hospital gown, but he went and leaned down and stuck his head out the door. "Anyone here?"
A doctor looked up from his clipboard and up at him. Up by quite some. "Oh good," the doctor said. "You're awake. I'm Doctor Sinj. You?"
"Uh, Jason," Jason said, confused. "What in the heck is going on?"
The doctor came over as he ducked back into the room and straightened up. "We're not exactly certain. You were discovered in the men's locker room along with your friend, unconscious. At least we're assuming he's your friend."
"Uh, yeah, that's Chris." Jason looked at him. "At least he looks kind of like Chris, but hairier. In fact, I'm hairier. What's going on?"
"We're not certain," the doctor admitted. "We did a blood panel on both of you and found highly elevated testosterone and human growth hormone levels. Though that's to be expected, given your height."
Jason looked at the ceiling. "This isn't a kid's room, is it?"
"I'm afraid not," said Doctor Sinj. "My thought is that you've been the subject some form of ill-defined magic."
"Magic?" Jason echoed.
"Magic," said Doctor Sinj. "You'd be surprised by how often we see it. Basically, someone has a wish and the power of positive thinking changes reality to conform to that. Swamis have done this for centuries."
"I'm not a swami," Jason said, "and I never thought about being a giant either. How tall am I, anyway?"
"About seven feet seven or thereabouts," Doctor Sinj said. "However, you don't have to be a swami to use magic. Swamis often put their power into objects and it leaks out until it encounters a sufficiently strong thought-form." He put up his hand, closing his eyes for a moment, then went over and placed his hand on Chris's forehead. "Interesting."
"What's interesting?" Jason said. "I'm a freak!"
The doctor shrugged. "Everything's relative. This was caused by some ancient source of power, likely an amulet. It left its power on some object which was then fueled by someone's powerful desire for large feet. Desire strong enough to count as worship."
"Someone worshipped bigfoot?" Jason asked. "Is that why I've turned into him?"
"Not exactly," said Doctor Sinj. "I believe what happened was that this foot worshipper placed the power onto Chris here along with some hypnotic suggestions which then reacted with Chris's desire for normalcy."
"Which means?"
"He grew to match his feet, then made you grow so you'd match him so he could look eye to eye with someone." The doctor looked at Jason. "I believe the power has passed to you now and is simply waiting to be formed by your own subconscious desires. Or by a hypnotic suggestion from a sufficiently potent swami."
"That sounds like complete bullshit," Jason said.
"Oh?" said Doctor Sinj. "Well, you have a subconscious desire to be convinced that magic really works. I'll grant your wish. Whenever you say 'bullshit,' from now on, you'll grow an inch taller."
"Bullshit," Jason said, growing an inch taller. "Complete and utter bullshit." He jumped up another three inches. He then looked at the ceiling, only an inch from the top of his head. "Holy fucking crap!"
His forehead smashed into the ceiling and he sat onto the bed, yelling "Fuck!" repeatedly, and each time he did, his dick got an inch longer as well and he got proportionally more masculine.
"Interesting," said Doctor Sinj to the gigantic Jason. "Well, I think we've taken care of the problem."
"Bullshit," Jason said, then clapped his hands over his mouth as he grew another inch taller. After looking at the doctor for a long while, he asked softly, "Can't you fix this?"
The doctor shook his head. "Magic is a tricky thing. The best you can do is direct it. At least we've contained it for you. So long as you don't swear, you shouldn't suffer any further growth."
Jason looked at himself. "But what am I going to do?"
Doctor Sinj shrugged. "Well, I think you'll do very well in basketball, if nothing else."