Seven days, seven inches. Gone. Completely gone. Dan and Jay had watched them diminish from their former, statuesque glory, towards a pitiful 5'2", and a five-foot zip. Sean had, not so graciously, offered them his old wardrobe in exchange for theirs.
They'd refused at first, but after the next three days, they'd had no choice but to acquiesce. Meanwhile, they watched Sean fill out every outfit they'd once so boastfully worn so loosely, till they stretched over his rippling pecs and smooth abs. He'd become a monster, towering over them at 6'8".
And he wasn't done growing. Sean knew this. Dan knew this. Jay, the shortest of them all, knew this. Four o'clock, came and went, and the familiar draining feeling left the smaller boys, and Sean grew yet another inch.
Dan and Jay had no idea how this had happened. They lived in complete silence, taking care of the very chores they'd forced Sean to do, while he sauntered around, sometimes in the nude--just to humiliate them. They would exchange silent glances.
They'd had this coming to them.
A few days later, Jay hit rock bottom. He'd felt the shrinking sensation, and realized that when he looked in the mirror, he was no taller than a kid. 4'5". How long? How long would this keep up?
Sean controlled their existence now. Just the other day, he'd refused them to leave the house, and began ordering them to bake and cook, reducing them to the mere status of servants. They couldn't even venture out to buy new clothes that fit them, and only watched the clothes grow even larger on their ever-reducing frames.
They couldn't keep living like this. Sean was getting bigger every day, while they grew ever smaller. How small would they get?