"Well," thought Jonathan, "I've got to live this way. There's no antidote and the formula's results are permanent." He stood naked in his giant pile of clothes wondering if he should have considered all of the ramifications of using himself as a guinea pig. He couldn't even reach the basics in life: food, water, toilet. "I guess I should call someone."
He thought of his younger brother Kyle, the single father of teenaged Ricky. They could keep him safe.
He thought of his friend Sam the amateur bodybuilder. No one could hurt him while Sam was around.
He fished around in his enormous pants pockets and pulled out his cell phone. It was half his size and heavy as a moving box. He hoped he'd get used to being so small and weak since that would never change. The fingerprint and face readers would no longer work but he was able to type his PIN on the touch screen if he used his whole palm.