Timothy decided to wait it out. Literally, growing through the roof of his house sent chills of anticipation down his spine. He couldn't wait to emerge from the ruins of a house, a GIANT among men. He wanted to see what the reaction of his friends would be. How would the construction workers outside the house react? How would his old man react, for that matter? His father had always been critical of Timothy's slight build and meager physical strength...How would he react to seeing his son towering over him, not even reaching his knee. Timothy smiled as he realized the endless possibilities. One thing was for sure, his life would never be the same again!
Timothy felt his giant foot pushing against the outer walls of the kitchen and dining room all the way at the other end of the house! There was almost a continuous sound of rumbling and crunching as his legs expanded crushing whatever appliances and furniture lay in their path. And then, the familiar sound of cracking windows, and more destruction. Plaster rained down on his legs and feet as his feet broke through the wall and emerged from the rear of the house. Timothy simply nodded his head and said, "Oh yeah...come on baby, more!!!". His voice was a deep rumble that shook the fragile walls surrounding him. He knew he was powerful enough to tear the walls down like newspaper if he so desired, but he resisted the urge, allowing his fantastic growth to do all the destruction for him.
After another minute or two, Timothy's head bumped up against the ceiling on the second landing. His swelling chest and shoulders had expanded the hole in his bedroom floor. With each passing second, his growing shoulders and chest tore apart more and more of the second landing, until very little of the second floor of the house was left. Furniture, bricks and sheetrock rained down harmlessly in his massive lamp; even bouncing off his giant erection (Timothy had never felt so hard in his life! In a corner of his bedroom (the only remaining corner of his bedroom!) Timothy spotted the box that had changed his life so completely. It looked no bigger than a matchbox. As his head cracked through the ceiling and began pressing against the roof of the now dilapidated house, Timothy wondered if enough was enough. If his head was hitting the roof just sitting, Timothy judged himself to be over forty feet tall. In fact he was on the verge of breaking FIFTY FEET TALL!!! And STILL he felt his body growing more and more powerful...growing unstoppably bigger...BIGGER...and BIGGER...the growth awarded to him by the box seeming endless! How big could he get!?! He wondered what to do...