"Genie," laughed the burglar, while pointing at Drake, "make this idiot stop growing."
"He's already stopped," replied the genie, "His wish was to grow until he ripped out of his clothes. Now that he is naked, the growth has stopped."
"I can't move..." mumbled Drake, his voice a deep rumble in his half-ton body.
"Hmmm... How much does big boy here weigh?" asked the would-be thief.
"One thousand pounds," replied Beldazarr.
"Well, Genie, I think I have the solution. Take a quarter of that muscle of his, and give it to me. And while you're at it, make me six inches taller, and make him a foot taller, so that we can handle all this muscle."
"Done!" exclaimed Beldazarr, with a nod of his head.
Drake's body tingled strangely. He sighed with relief as he began to feel less constrained. He grew taller, while his muscles became less bloated (although they were still immensely large.) He brought his arms up experimentally, and then slowly brought them together in front of him. He was able to touch one hand to the other, barely. Drake was thrilled. The 750 pounds he had left were still a lot of weight, even for his now seven foot, two inch body, but at least he could move.
Meanwhile, the burglar was growing taller as well, while his body bulged and rippled with swelling muscle. His formerly trim, 150-pound frame bloated with powerful muscle until he was a 400-pound monster, his size making his new six feet, three inches of height seem insufficient. He would be the big man in any room - any room that didn't have Drake in it, anyway.