There didn’t appear to have been any adverse alteration to
Ryan’s buff body, unless he counted the the fact he now stood all
of 12 inches tall!
Ryan arrived at that conclusion rather swiftly, considering that he
wasn’t known for academic prowess at school, by comparing
himself to the variety of everyday objects in the now enormous
room.
One foot tall! Ryan cursed, only to feel dismay at the puny sound
of his weak, shrill voice.
The little man raised his head and stared at the candles
flickering on the three prongs of the towering candelabra he had
left on the floor. Each dripping wax taper now matched the length
of Ryan’s body.
Ryan ran across the floor, leaving an obvious trail of wee
footprints in the thick layer of dust covering everything in the huge
room. He came to a stop, heart pumping fast, his breath coming
in heavy gulps. He felt the same surge of adrenaline he did
before a big game, but it was mixed with something else.
Something...
He felt a tingling sensation crawl along his spine and spread out
warmly through his entire compact body. He experienced a little
splash of fear and a hearty dose of fascination as he wandered
the room, now so alien and large to the 12-inch-tall jock. He felt a
cool draft and noticed the erect nipples on his bulging pecs.
And, as he wandered, naked, he fought to escape the nagging
and overwhelming feeling that someone, or something, was
watching his every move.
He heard a creaking noise that caused his heart to nearly leap
into his throat. He felt it, but glanced down anyway, confirming
that he was sporting a hard-on.
“Damn!” Ryan muttered. He felt so hyped and hard. Was it a
bizarre consequence of shrinking down to this compact size?
How could this have happened to him?
What if he didn’t ever grow back?
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 the same size as most of the
plastic action figures.
He gazed up at the towering bookshelves that lined an entire
wall of the room. The building-sized shelves were filled to
capacity with many-paged tomes.
He also saw a glass cabinet filled with figurines. “What is this
place?” The shrunken jock said aloud. His questioning voice
seemed swallowed by the shadows on the edge of the big room.
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.
At first, as he always did, he admired his hard, muscular body
reflected in the mirror. Until he realized he was being reflected in
the lower section of the huge mirror.
“Hey, guys!” Ryan yelled, after first cupping his hand around his
mouth in an attempt to amplify his tiny, squeaky voice. His shout
faded quickly. No one could hear him, he thought dismally.
Nothing like this had ever happened to the big jock. He always
had everything go his way. People looked up to him...or at least
they used to. What could he expect from life if he remained stuck
at a foot tall.
Suddenly...