"I wish all the Desotos would just get bigger!" he exclaimed in a panic... Still these demons haunted him... if one of them got killed, it was his fault. In his anxious state he hadn’t realized what he had said...
"Mr. Desoto!" he cried out.... nothing still. But something caught his ear, he heard something, it sounded like something from the bedroom...
Meanwhile...
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Don flinched. He felt a weird sensation. What was going on?!? Chris had gone to the refrigerator. When he called out his name, seeking help... Chris didn’t hear him. Something wasn’t right.... Was he shrinking again?!? What horror over took him. he was so frightened by this new sensation. It felt different- he felt different... was he getting smaller?! what was happening?
He looked down, at his hands... it felt so odd to him. He looked to his legs. He didn’t feel any smaller. tilting his head up again, his eyes seemed to bug him... wait was he... taller? "Chris!!!" He yelled at the top of his voice. This time Chris turned around. Chris dropped all that he was doing and came rushing to the table. "Dude?!? are you ok?" Chris asked.
"Whats happening to me?!? Can you tell?" Chris stared blankly for a moment or two... a look of astonishment swept across his face. "I--I think you're growing!"
"Are you sure?!?" Don asked forcefully... "Yeah, I’m pretty sure..." Chris replied.. Still stunned by everything that had happened.
A huge wave of relief overtook Don. He nearly fainted. He didn't know if it was the growth or his anxiety, which was making him so dizzy, but he felt helpless to stop it... Chris, still attentive, didn’t know what to say. He was at a complete loss of words. Don WAS growing, he could tell. That little nude figure of a man was already several inches bigger. Maybe he stood about 9 or 10 inches now... and he was growing...thank god!