There didn’t appear to have been any adverse alteration to his
body, other than the fact he now stood all of six inches tall!
Ryan arrived at that conclusion rather swiftly by comparing
himself to the clutter of everyday objects in the now enormous
room.
The little man raised his head and gazed up at the candles
flickering on the three prongs of the towering candelabra he had
left on the floor. Each dripping wax candle now exceeded the
length of Ryan’s body.
He sprinted across the floor, leaving a tiny trail of tiny footprints in
the thick layer of dust covering everything.
Ryan felt a tingly mixture of terror and fascination as he
wandered the room, now so strangely large and alien to the
six-inch-tall jock. He felt a chill and noticed the erect nipples on
his pecs. He also had to fight the overwhelming feeling that
someone, or something, was watching him.
He heard a wooden creak. His heart nearly leaped into his throat
and, when he happened to glance down, he saw he was
sporting a hard-on. That struck him as patently absurd
considering he was now less than the size his own dick had
been prior to shrinking.
How could this have happened to him?
His first thought was to head back upstairs, find his friends and
get them to help him.
But, reality splashed him like a cold bucket of water. He could not
possibly climb the stairs— not at this puny size.
He found himself among the stacks of toys— building blocks,
Legos, board games, dolls and action figures. He gulped
nervously when he noticed he was smaller than most of the
plastic action figures.
He got an idea. If he borrowed G.I. Joe’s uniform, he could cover
up his naked body. He took a deep breath and began to peel off
the action figure’s clothes. The clothes turned out to be rather
ill-fitting, but Ryan didn’t care.
“Beats walking around naked,” he said to himself.
He gazed up at the towering bookshelves that lined an entire
wall of the room. The building-sized shelves were filled to
capacity.
He also saw a glass cabinet filled with figurines. “What is this
place?” Ryan wondered.
He glanced back toward the center of the room, dominated by
the large carpet in the black and white pattern. He shivered.
Knowing that he had shrunk there, he wanted to keep some
distance from the carpet and the weird boxes.
On the other side of the carpet, against the back wall, was an
ornate full-length mirror. Ryan saw his tiny reflection near the
bottom of the mirror. He looked ridiculous in his tiny, baggy
camouflage fatigues.
“Hey, guys!” Ryan yelled, but his tiny, squeaky voice sounded as
if it had been swallowed up in the enormity of his giant
surroundings.
He felt like crying. Nothing like this had ever happened to the big
jock. He always had everything go his way. What could he expect
from life if he remained stuck at half a foot tall.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps...