Chapter 2

Percy awoke the next morning to a strange uncomfortable tightness in his legs waist and chest and arms. It was his shirt and pants which he hadn't removed the night before. With a groan he recalled the night, his epic feeding frenzy and his hefty belly. When he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he realized the belly was gone! The tight clothes remained, causing Percy's curiosity to awaken him further. Stretched as tightly as his own skin, his Percy's bulging biceps stretched the sleeves of the shirt almost to breaking point, likewise with his pecs. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he noticed his pants also clutched his meaty thighs and calves as though holding on for dear life. The pant's legs ended his above his ankles too.

"What the hell..." Percy groaned standing up.

He froze.

Standing up took him much too high into the air. The ground appeared much father away than it had the day before. Every part of his body cried out that something differed. Percy looked down at his body, his long, large body...

The small clothes, the awkward feeling, the position of the floor...suddenly everything made sense. Before he latched on his his preposterous conclusion, Percy had to obtain the evidence. He crossed his room, an action requiring only a large step, grabbed a pencil from his dresser, and stood with his back to the closet doorframe once more. As he made a new mark he became aware of how unnervingly little space there was between his head, and the top of the doorframe. His stomach fluttered as he saw his new mark. He measured the distance from the floor to the mark five times before he wrote his new height next to the mark.

Percy Jackson stood six feet seven inches tall.

In the floor to ceiling mirror across his room, Percy got a clear view of what he now looked like. It was pretty much exactly how he looked before, just...bigger. A lot bigger.

As he took a step closer to the mirror, a loud ripping noise froze Percy before the tightness in his thighs lessened enormously. The seam, right down the side of his right leg, split from the pressure of his much larger thigh. His waist had already ripped apart the waist of the pants when he grew. While Struggling to peel his pants off his body while crouched over, another rip filled the air. His shirt had ripped down his back. After struggling to remove the tight clothes, Percy found a pair of stretchy shorts that didn't reach halfway down his thighs, and a large green t-shirt that had probably been Tyson's. It was too tight.

He paused for moment, unsure of what to do next. He didn't want his mom to see him. She'd have to eventually, but he hoped he could put being a full five inches taller off until he found out what happened. His mom left for her class 20 minutes ago Percy determined after a glance at his clock. The apartment should be empty.

Percy opened his bedroom door-he had to bend down to reach the handle- and cautiously crept into the hall. Silence. He tentatively stepped toward the kitchen. His new height put his head much closer to the ceiling, forced him to squat to see the lower shelves in the fridge, Set him at eye level with the top shelves of the cabinets, and left his legs no room to stand under the kitchen table. Thanks to his longer legs, Percy wasn't quite able to sit with his knees at a 90 degree angle without his legs pushing the table off the floor. As he finished his fourth bowl of cereal, the front door shut. Startled, Percy jumped in his seat, causing his cramped legs to smash into the table lifting it off the floor before it fell with a crash.

"Percy?" The voice belong to Paul. Percy scrambled to escape from the kitchen but while he stood, Paul already reached the doorway.

Paul's eyes expanded to the size of saucers as his briefcase fell from his hand. For a full minute he simply stared incredulously at Percy.

Unable to bear the uncomfortable silence, Percy pushed out a "what's up Paul" to which Paul responded with more flabbergasted silence. Finally, struggling to choke out words, Paul took a step towards Percy, until he stood a few feet from the gargantuan teen.

"What in Hades name Percy..." Normally an opportunity to ridicule Paul for using the "demigod lingo" as he called it, would not have gone unseized, however Percy deemed the time to be inappropriate.

"Me" Percy joked, although failing to provoke a smile out of Paul "I guess...uh..."

Paul looked down to Percy's bare feet and trace Percy's body with his eyes until his neck craned back in order to see Percy's face.

"I just woke up like this" Percy continued "i have figured out why yet"

Despite possessing no clue as to why he now stood five inches taller, the feeling of towering full head taller than Paul gave Percy odd pleasure.

"You're enormous!" Paul finally shook his head in disbelief. "Do all you demigod's turn into giants overnight?"

Percy laughed nervously "I don't think so"

Paul finally tore his eyes away from Percy muttering something about the world being crazy and backtracked to his briefcase.

"I came to leave these books for your mom, they're for her professor."

He pulled the books out of his bag and placed them on the counter.

"Ah" Percy replied. For a moment they awkwardly stared at each other.

"I've ah...I've gotta get to work so i guess I'll see you later?"

"Uh..yeah, I'll see you...tonight! Tonight. right?"

"Yeah I'm taking your mom to that Gala."

"You're so romantic Paul."

"Ha. I'll see you"

Percy bit his lip as Paul left the apartment. "You might want to get some new clothes!" He called before shutting the front door.

Percy looked down at himself. Paul was right, he needed new clothes if he stayed 6'7. And he really didn't have a choice.