Doug stepped back, frightened as the behemoth of a bear swaggered up to the computer desk, and then, he chuckled as Scott grew perplexed as to the how of sitting down.
"Dang, man, Look at this!" Scott muttered as his knees are nearly level with the desk's top. The seat looked as though it wouldn't fit ONE of Scott's thighs, let alone the mammoth butt. Scott batted away the chair with a swipe of the basketball sized palm, knelt down and began to work on the computer.
Doug watched, looking at Scott type with the aid of two pencils. Scott's thick large fingers were way too big for the keyboard. Doug walked around the room (and picked up Scott's spent cigar, tossing it in a can). Only then, did Doug notice the pizza boy, standing in a corner, frightened.
"What's your name, boy?" Doug said, feeling a strength build within him.
"Uhh ... I'm Tyler" the pizza boy said. Doug looked him up and down. The youth had that trendy goatee that just barely covers the chin and hangs down a half an inch. Tyler had barely any meat on his bones, and at 5'11" it made him look like a stick. Doug shook his head. For a second, he thought Tyler had shifted about, but that's just his mind playing tricks. "Sir?" Tyler asked, and Doug raises his eyebrow, indicating the boy could talk. "What's going on? why do I feel so odd? I mean, I can feel myself delivering another pizza a block away, but here I am, in your den.. And, What the hell is happening to you two?" Tyler exclaimed.
Doug looked back and saw that Scott has stood back up, towering like a Colossus over them. 'Odd,' Doug thought. 'Scott looks bigger...' Doug does a double take, and then looks at Tyler. "Oh no" Doug says, his voice growing more rough and gravely.
"What's that, Little man?" Scott boomed, as he lights up a third cigar, tossing the remnants of the second onto the floor. Doug heard the emphasis on 'Little' and turned to see Tyler looking down on him. Doug waddled over, feeling his body grow shorter and looked into the mirror.
Doug smiled, wryly, as his body shrank to what looked like just under 5 feet tall. To compensate, Doug's body was piling on pound after pound of Grade A Man-beef. Biceps the size of footballs began swelling larger, ripping the already tight shirt up the middle. His chest grew wider, and wider; his shoulders unfolding like the wings of a Roc. "How ..." Doug began, but a stern look from Scott made him watch in peace. Doug felt the pressure of gravity, sucking down on his immense body, as the changes to his form slowed. Doug's arms were no longer in the view of the mirror; in fact, a good bit of his chest hung outside the mirror as well. Doug stepped back and guessed that he was now wider than he was tall. Thick oaken legs gleefully flexed in the dim light of the room, as Doug twisted and turned.
A beep brought Doug back to the present, and Doug felt his body start to itch. Hair started to sprout growing thicker all over his body. A pelt began to form, stretching from under his beard, around his neck, all the way down his immense chest and back, and all the way to his thick ankles. Feet the size of dinner platters braced Doug so he wouldn't fall over, but Doug would have a decided waddle anytime he walked now. Doug's beard began to grow thicker, creating a noise like wind through a bush, as it descended. It grew, inch by inch, foot by foot, until the massive beard touched the floor. Then the strands of hair began to knit themselves into two massive braids just barely brushing the tips of Doug's feet.
The itching intensified as thick tribal and Celtic images carved their way across the flesh of Doug's body. Spikes, curves, knots, all decorated the hairy flesh. The computer beeped again, and Doug's pipe, since extinguished, flamed anew, as it too grew. It stretched forward, becoming a long Churchwarden pipe. When it hit a foot and a half long, the bowl started to swell, blossoming like some smoking fruit on a limb. The bit in Doug's mouth grew wider, filling Doug with the very aromatic smoke. At last, the computer went still, letting Doug know he was finished.
"How's my full-blooded Dwarf doing?" Scott bellowed. A thick hand, easily able to cup Doug's giant pecs, landed on his shoulder. "You like this?" Scott said, smiling around a cigar that was equal in length to Doug's new pipe. Doug smiled as he looked in the mirror, realizing his body could have just stepped outside a Tolkien novel.
Tyler shrieked as he looked at the Giant and the Dwarf. "Who the... What the hell are you?" He cried as he dug his shoulders into the wall, trying to escape.
"I'm Scott, your new master, and this is my partner, Doug. Now what shall we do with this long streak of piss" Scott grunted as he pulled out his pouch of Redman and loaded up one cheek full, with his cigar and his lipper still fresh. A slight trickle of Tobacco juice slid down his yellowed beard.
Doug was about to reply, when a beep and then, a low rumble started from the computer. Doug and Scott looked back at the screen.