Drake the toddler was having trouble standing up until he finally tottered over and sat on his ass. "I wanna be a big boy!" he bawled, "I wish I was twenty-one YEARS OLD again!"
"Granted," Beldazarr smiled and snapped his fingers and at once, Drake felt himself getting taller. 2 years, 3 years, 4 years, 5. Up and up he went as his babyfat melted and he continued to grow. But something wasn't right.
He realized it when he looked and felt like a ten year old, but was standing there looking nearly eye-to-eye with Beldazarr, and the djinn was huge.
"What's happening?" Drake asked. "Why am I so tall?" He grew another year older and then found he was looking slightly down at the djinn.
"You wanted to be a 'big boy,' o master," the djinn grinned. "You are still a boy as of this moment, but are quite big--about seven feet tall--because I gave you an adjustment to your pituitary while you were a toddler. You have gigantism, and will continue to grow."
Drake watched as he did, going to 12 and 13, and then puberty hit with a vengeance and he hit his head on the ceiling. "Ow!" Drake cried, hunching over and continued growing older and taller until at last he reached twenty-one.
"Congratulations, master," Beldazarr said. "You are now the tallest man who ever lived. The last tallest reached almost nine feet by the time he was twenty-one, but you have reached nearly eleven! And surely you will surpass that...if you live that long..."
Drake felt the pain of the crushing weight of his limbs and not just from where his back was pressed against the ceiling.
"Do you have another wish?" asked Beldazarr.