Brendon looked down at his stepfather, his eyes wide as he stumbled back out of the collapsed pile of his clothes. The small, naked man quickly stepped back in the other direction to avoid getting stepped on as his son soon appeared to only be twice his height.
"Dude, what's goin' on?" Brandon, demanded, standing naked over Rick.
Rick shivered in the cool, kitchen air. He shifted from foot to foot on the cool linoleum floor and looked up at his shrinking step-son. The booming music seemed even louder, now, forcing him to cover his ears. "Turn that damn shit off!" he shouted in a tiny, squeaking voice.
Brandon could just hear him, but the radio was high on the kitchen counter; now many feet over the 18" tall teenager. Looking down, Brandon gritted his teeth and picked up his stepfather.
The little man looked stunned and struggled as the teen giant carried him bodily back into the living room.
"Damn it," squeaked Rick, "put me down! I'm not a toy!"
Brandon snickered, his own voice somewhat higher, but not quite as distorted ... his own shrinking having stopped at a foot and a half. "Look like it to me," he replied with a grin.
Back in the kitchen, the loud music boomed on.