Richard Reed got up, put his bottle in his jogging backpack, and resumed his jog.
"AH well," he thought. "I must be imagining things. Still gotta keep fit. Maybe jogging will take my mind off it."
Richard Reed carried on with his jogging... or tried to.
His now baggy tracksuit was making it rather difficult to jog. It seemed to bounce and flop around loftily, and since his feet weren't filling his shoes, he kept stumbling.
And he seemed to be getting more tired than usual.
he soon became tired, and soon found a bench, and sat down.
"Whew!" he said. "This jog's taking a lot of energy outta me."
He took another drink, and yu can guess what happened next, can you?
That's right!
Richard Reed shrunk another small bit in size.
It was then Richard Reed saw his tracksuit - it was now as baggy as an oversized coat. And when he looked down at his hands, all he could see were sleeves.
"Oh God." Richard Reed muttered. "I'm not half the man I used to be."
He lifted his feet up outta his sneakers, and watched in shock as his sagging white socks slunk off of his feet and fell onto his sneakers, leaving his feet bare.
Richard Reed stared at his bare feet, jaw hanging, as his toes wriggled and flexed like worms.
His feet used to be size 9, but now they seemed more like size 5.
he put his bare foot into one of his sneakers. It looked like he was wearing a clown shoe on his foot.
"Something is very odd here." he muttered. "It seems that every time I have a drink, Everything, including my clothes, seems to get bigger."
Of course, Richard Reed didn't know that wasn't true - in actuality, {b}he{/b} was getting smaller. he was now approximately half his size.