As the front door clicked shut behind your parents and their car disappeared down the driveway, you turned back to the living room, only to see Harold already watching you with a knowing smirk. He barely glanced at the half-built Lego kit in his hands before letting it drop. He cracked his knuckles, as his smirk deepened.

"Well looks like it’s just us."

Before you could even react, a sensation rushed over you like a wave. Harold’s body swelled, his limbs stretching, muscles expanding beneath his robe. His height shot up rapidly, towering over the room as he grew to 10 feet tall. At the same time, you felt the air shift around you as your own body shrank, the floor seemingly rising beneath your feet. The comfortable space of your home transformed into a vast, intimidating place.

Harold’s robe barely contained his massive frame now, clinging tight to his broad shoulders and thick arms, while his blue boxer briefs stretched snugly around his lower half, accentuating his sheer size. He took his time, flexing his fingers and rolling his neck as if adjusting to his newfound proportions, despite how often he did this. The smirk never left his lips as he loomed over you, his glasses catching the light in a way that made his eyes gleam with amusement.

With a satisfied sigh, he reached for the door, ensuring that the two of you were completely alone. Then, he stepped forward, each movement causing the ground beneath you to shudder. The air trembled as he finally let himself drop onto the thick rug, his enormous weight sending a heavy THUMP through the floor. His leg stretched as he settled in, his thighs pressing against the fabric of his robe while his feet—now monstrous in size compared to you—extended forward.

His expression was downright smug as he crossed his arms, leaning back slightly, letting you take in the overwhelming scale of him. His massive toes curled slightly, just a teasing reminder of how small you were now compared to him.

"Ready for another cleaning sesh, tiny?” his voice rumbling like thunder.