You both took Troy out to the playground for the afternoon. Of course, keeping his growth in check was easier said than done. By the time you were ready to leave, he had grown to an impressive 15 feet tall, his oversized t-shirt and shorts barely keeping up with his size. He didn’t seem to mind, though—he loved every second of it.

After finishing the errands your parents had asked you to handle, you headed back toward the apartment. The walk was pleasant enough until you reached the building. You turned to see him staring at the doors, nervously tugging at his shirt. “Do we have to take the elevator?” he asked quietly. You sighed but gave him an encouraging smile as you tried to comfort him.

He reluctantly ducked through the entrance and followed you to the elevator. When the doors opened with a ding, he froze, staring at the tiny, confined space in front of him. “Stupid door,” he grumbled under his breath before crouching down and awkwardly squeezing his huge frame inside. His knees were bent awkwardly, his shoulders hunched, and every slight movement made the elevator creak under his weight. You could tell he was holding back another complaint.

You suggested to tell him to cry, keeping your tone light but firm. Troy’s face scrunched up as he concentrated, forcing himself to think of sad thoughts. After a moment, a single tear rolled down his cheek, and his massive body began to shrink. Slowly but surely, he shrank just enough to fit a little more comfortably in the elevator.

But just as he wiped the tear , he glanced at you and smiled, clearly amused by the entire situation. The moment he let out a soft chuckle, you heard the faint creak of the elevator as he shot up another two inches. His shoulders pressed tighter against the walls, and his head nearly grazed the ceiling again. “Troy…” you groaned, shaking your head, though you couldn't hide your grin.