And that's when he got his first inkling that things weren't quite normal. The table top looked lower than it should have. Not by much, but still noticeably. Don shrugged off the nagging unease. His perspective had altered so many times in such a short while that he couldn't be sure of anything's scale.
Still feeling intense relief at his returned height, Don padded over to the rest of his clothes. He grabbed his jeans and pulled then on, one leg at a time. As he hoisted the pants onto his legs, they squeezed his thighs. He applied extra effort and pulled the waist of the jeans over his hips and fastened the button. But that, too, took more effort than it should have and the jeans were uncomfortably tight. Don took the zipper between his thumb and forefinger and pulled up, but it only came an inch or so before the widening teeth of the zipper track made it impossible to zip up any further. He noticed the material from his boxers was pushing its way out of the open fly of his jeans. Don's head snapped up and he looked around the room with dawning realization. He sat down next to the table and took up one of his sneakers. Crossing his right ankle over his left knee, he put the bottom of the sneaker up against the sole of his bare foot. The tips of his toes extended past the tip of the shoe; not by much, but it was enough to confirm Don's suspicion. He made sure the sneaker was properly positioned and found that the heel of his foot extended slightly past the back of the shoe. Don swallowed in a throat that was suddenly dry. Either his shoe had somehow shrunk, or his foot was larger than it should be. He already knew the answer.
"Chris, come here for a second." His friend had gone back to the refrigerator for a drink, but turned and walked to the kitchen table at Don's call. He saw his friend sitting at the table and gave him an admiring glance. Chris knew his feelings for Don went beyond friendship, but he never once thought to pursue him. Holding the naked stud in his hand had been an incredible turn-on. He was glad that his friend was back to normal but had, on some level, hoped the shrinking would be longer-lasting. "If only..." he thought to himself. He broke from that line of thought when he saw the worried look on Don's face. "What's up?" Chris asked. "You still look normal." "Do I?" Don responded, and stood up. As he did so, the zipper on his jeans retracted the inch that he'd been able to zip it and the waist-band button, already under stress, popped open. The hem of his shirt crawled up his abdomen as his torso straightened, revealing his navel and a portion of the treasure trail above and below it. Don stepped up to Chris and looked him in the eye. "So what's the probl..." Chris began, and then suddenly realized what the problem was. His friend, always a good 5 inches shorter than him, was looking him straight in the eye. Looking down, Chris saw that Don was still barefoot - the cuff of his jeans a few inches higher than they should have been and his lightly-haired ankles visible - whereas Chris was wearing shoes whose heels added another inch or so to his own 6' 3". That put Don somewhere in the neighborhood of 6' 4".
Chris looked at his larger friend and said the first thing that came to mind. "Oh...shit!"