Size Loop - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Jake’s days were getting worse and worse after this point. Day after day, he kept losing more and more size. He kept going down and down as the world seemed to grow bigger.

He had no hope, there’s no one who would understand what he’s going through. No one who could neither. Even if he managed to convince someone, even if anyone would believe him, there’s no chance they would remember a thing the next day.

Or should we say… the same day’s morning?

Today, he woke up. Just as he had the same day. Feeling the same as he did yesterday, or today, it was all the same to him now.

The ceiling kept rising higher, his bed kept extending, as if it was growing wider and longer. In reality, he was aware of his circumstances. He was aware of the shrinking.

He woke up from bed, not in the mood to do so, but what other choice did he have? He could easily spend the rest of his life in bed. Everyone would believe this is the first day, he could lie and say he feels sick. This would always be the first day, this would always seem as if he had been all good yesterday, but only he knows how many “yesterdays” there’s been.

Jake walked down the stairs, tired of feeling them bigger and bigger. The steps seemed taller and taller. Life was not easy when he became aware of the shrinking, everyone else felt the same, but he didn't. The only good thing was that, as reality adjusted to him, his clothes shrank with him.

He was pretty sure someone was going to notice the shrinking when his pants fell off his waist, or when he wore t-shirts that seemed more like gowns. But his new reality was way smarter than he was.

—

He made it to the kitchen. His stomach was feeling empty.

He turned at the fridge, once looked down at it and now he could see how the whole thing towered above him. The whole thing seemed wider, the door felt heavier, even the breeze coming out of it felt chillier.

Jake did the very same thing he’s always done, pulled out the milk and went straight for the cereal box. In order to reach said box, he had to climb a chair now, it was annoying, but it didn’t matter if he put the box in a lower cabinet, it’ll return to the top shelf in the morning.

Jake sat at the kitchen’s table, tired of this same routine. But there was a part of the routine that had certainly changed…

—

Andrea came home, his little sister not looking so little anymore. Instead, he could tell the difference in height just by looking at her. She was practically the same, but his point of view had changed drastically. 

It would’ve been a good idea no to piss her off. But he’s been doing the same thing over and over. She sang the same song she’s been during the past weeks. Or should we say past day?

“Where’s the milk?!” She said, her voice sounding deeper and upset.

Of course, this led to the same fight. However, this was not the same argument it had always been. There was something a bit… different.

“You took all the milk? How come?! You’re so tiny!” Andrea said.

Jake was mad enough about how things were for him nowadays. He didn’t need to be reminded of his diminishing height, but that’s one of the things Andrea loves, to tease someone for their insecurities.

Even when she was unaware of his shrinking-loop, she was aware of the new reality. Her whole life had been rewritten, things had always been the same way he woke up to today. So he’s always been short. Something the 5’9” sister didn’t mind pointing out. In fact, her main hobby was to tease the suffering fella.

“Tiny?!” He immediately jumped off his seat. 

It was enough to suffer in this new, and awful world, he didn’t need any of Andrea’s stupid comments.

If things had been the same they were supposed to be, he would’ve towered above her as soon as he stood up. But at this moment, Andrea was the towering one. Standing now at mere 5’3”, Jake was no longer the tall guy he used to be. Not even average in height. As she often says, he’s the runt of the house.

“Of course, tiny runt. There’s six whole inches that prove who the tall one is.” She chuckled.

“Fuck you! This…!” He wanted to scream to her that this is not how things were supposed to be. But he tried this a few times already. The first time she laughed, the second time she called him crazy. It was of no use.

“Quiet, lil’ bro. Now, why don’t you help your big sis out and give me your bowl. I’m sure I can pour enough milk on my cup to get a decent amount of shake.” She smiled, with the annoying grin someone draws whenever they think they can boss you around. There are people who don’t deserve power because they get fed up with it, Andrea was one of them.

“Fuck off! It’s already in my bowl!” He said.”

“So? I don’t mind a little cereal-taste on my shake. Us, who are big and strong, need protein.” She argued.

He was not going to give her anything. And when he made it clear to her, she got upset. Upset to a point he had never seen before.

It used to be so fun to make her mad, so funny to see her face crimson in rage, but it’s no fun when he’s half-a-foot shorter than her. Andrea was a big bully, his personal bully around the house!

“Listen, this is MY breakfast.” He started, ignoring the growing anger on her. “I don’t give a fat shit if you have no milk for your stupid shake. So go cry somewhere else. Or go to the store and get some milk for yourself. Go ahead, go burn more calories…” She didn’t like his tone.

He used to be big and strong, so there were a few things that never crossed her mind back then, but his current self he was just a runt to her eyes.

Jake turned, looking at the bowl, with no need to keep going with this nonsense. More worried about his cereal sagging, but he should’ve been aware of Andrea.

“The FUCK did you say?!” She pulled him from one shoulder, made him turn around and then grabbed him by his t-shirt’s neck and pulled him into her with both hands.

Maybe he should’ve been aware of two things. One, she’s never been a patient person, and he always found his way to make her furious, to the point where she wanted to kick his ass, but was not strong enough to do so. Now, second thing he was unaware of, she’s gotten strong enough to want revenge, and get physical.

She pulled him by his t-shirt’s neck, he ignored how strong she truly was. When he was 6’4”, she was just a lady who worked out, nothing impressive about her. Now, she looks like a muscular amazon.

Looking at her, her biceps seem rounder, stronger as she tightens them with anger. Her grip’s like twice as strong as it once was. Her whole body seems thicker, rather than just fit she truly seems to have bulging muscles beneath her feminine frame. He’s screwed…

“Listen here, you little shit! I’m tired of your stupid nonsense! You’re just a runt who’s allowed to live here because mom feels sorry for you! She thinks the world’s too dangerous for your sorry ass, that’s why she doesn’t mind you being unemployed and staying home all fucking day!” He swallowed.

So he’s overprotected now? His reality changed to the point where he’s this pathetic? Things were about to get worse.

“You should be more respectful when talking to me, you runt. I was nice enough to ask you for the bowl even when I could easily just take it! Now, I’m going to kick your ass! And then, I’ll get what I want, I always do! And you know it!” He’s the beta brother and she’s the alpha sister now? Well, it was soon to happen, right?

He tried to escape, but Andrea was just too strong now, he couldn’t escape her grip. It would've been nice if Andrea had changed too, together with reality, and shifted into some sort of comprehensive sister.

Instead, he’s before a devilish woman who’s about to beat his tiny ass! This was fucked up! She never got physical before! Was this another shift in reality? Or was she always like this and never actually went for it because he was stronger? She never fought a battle she knew she’d lost, but now it seems he’s the one who stands no chance.

—

“You’re so dead…” Andrea said, grabbing him with one hand as she made a fist with her right hand. Then she drove her fist back as she was preparing to give him a big, heavy punch.

“Andrea, wait!” He began, maybe he can surrender?

“Oh no, no way! We’re past the negotiation point. Now, you’re screwed!” He closed his eyes, knowing very well that Andrea was going to smash her now bigger fist on his face, and who knows how much worse this will get.

He was doomed, he couldn’t fight the enraged amazon, this was not going to hurt in the morning, but it was certainly going to hurt all evening. Jake’s big mouth got him into this, and there’s no one who’ll save him… is there?

—

“ANDREA! What do you think you’re doing???!!!” Came the voice of his savior, his mother.

Andrea’s fist was half-way through the punch, if their mother had only taken a few more seconds, he would’ve received a punch straight to the nose. But she was not that lucky, or was he the lucky one?

This time, Marissa was not called into the room by arguing or screaming, she just arrived at the right time.

He opened his eyes and turned at the kitchen’s door, his mother certainly seemed bigger, a lot bigger. Had her hips always been this wide? He wondered as she stormed towards them.

“You’re unbelievable! Why are you manhandling your brother?!” Marissa questioned as Andrea let go of him.

“But… he started it!” Andrea argued.

While he was taken by surprise by this, his mother walked past Andrea, who gave a step back, and stood next to him. Her hand now placed over his shoulder as she defended him, sheltering him, quite literally, beneath her wing. His 5’10” mother felt monumental!

“I don’t care who started it! You know what I think about you two fighting! And now, I come home to you about to hit your brother? You know you’re a lot bigger and stronger! You could’ve sent him to the hospital!” His mother was furious! And all of her anger was going straight to Andrea. How nice it felt.

“But, he finished the milk!” Andrea complained as if there was no favoritism at this precise moment.

The big sibling about to punch the smaller one on the face? It was clear that Andrea was the big bully and that he was the helpless victim who needed a hand.

“Milk?! You were about to punch your brother over milk!” Andrea just swallowed

“It’s not just the milk…” Andrea began. “I wanted to use it for my protein shake. And he refused!” 

“As if you needed those shakes. Matter of fact, I think those protein powders, they are making you swell dear. Have you seen how big your ass is getting? Maybe you should skip the shakes for a while.” He smiled, holding back some laughter, was she actually calling Andrea fat? This was hilarious!

“Mom! It 's muscle!” Andrea felt so vulnerable now.

“Call it what you want, but you’re gaining weight dear. You wouldn’t want to burst out of your clothes one of these days, do you?” Marissa added.

“UGH! You’re unbelievable!” Andrea complained then turned her back and left the room.

“Honey, now that you’re on your way, I left a few bags of groceries on the car, can you fetch them for me? Thank you!” Andrea: cero, Mom: one.

Jake felt so thankful, but he could also feel a lecture coming his way.

He felt victorious, but then his mother turned at him, her face drawing a cold expression and her towering size making her look intimidating.

Then she rose her hand, he closed his eyes instinctively, but before he could tell, his mother’s soft hand was on his cheek.

“My poor baby. Did your mean sister hurt you?” She was concerned for him, right now he was not a participant of the argument, he was the victim who needed mom’s help!

Does this mean he’s truly overprotected? He’s not a momma’s boy now, is he?

“I’m fine.” He replied.

“Are you sure? Because if she did something to you, she’s getting grounded. No matter if she’s 21, I’m still her mother and she still lives under my roof.”

“Hehe. I’m sure. I’m fine, mom.” This side of hers, it was kind of nurturing, sheltering and a little pampering, but that’s fine every once in a while, right?

“Aww, of course you are. You’re tough, aren’t you?” She pinched his cheek as she spoke.

Ok, maybe she was a little too sweet. But that sweetness saved him from a beating.

However, more than giving him hope, this had an opposite effect. Does this mean his own mother perceives him as weak? He’s a 23-year-old man, he doesn’t need that kind of reassurance from his mother.

Supportive or not, he’s not frail, even if he had shrank. Even when he’s lost over a foot in height already, he’s not a push over! Right?

His life was certainly changing. The next thing she told him was that there was no rush on him finding a job, the world can wait a little more for him. At this point he fully understood she was literally overprotecting him. He’s barely seven-inches shorter than her, well to say “barely” was not fair to his circumstances.

His mother was a full head taller, of course she finds him small and vulnerable. She certainly wants to keep him close where she can protect him. This was not good. And the worst part was… he’ll be shorter tomorrow. And even smaller after!

—

The next few days, at least the days that went by according to his own calendar, were a confirmation of how messed up things were.

At this point, it was all getting to him. The effects of the shrinking kept getting worse, and not because he was getting smaller and things seemed as if they were growing bigger. Even when it was all a hassle, even when the struggle, which was not over, kept increasing, the worse part was the psychological effects this was having.

Even when Andrea had no memory of what happened the other day, he still saw her as a threat. He didn’t want to face the angry Andrea any more. Sometimes he just skipped having milk, some other times he just grabbed the whole thing and went into his room, where he was certain she wouldn’t find him when she was looking for someone to blame for the empty milk gallon.

The good thing, if it can be called that way, was that his mother was a lot more supportive, if that was the right word. She didn’t encourage him to find a job, she didn’t nag on him to find something to do, instead, she seemed not to mind if he stayed at home for a while, or even his whole life.

This was not a good thing, in fact this was further proof that he needed to find a cure soon! But how can you fix reality? In fact, what did he do to mess it up?

If he was the only one aware of the change, of the shrinking and the constant lost of his size as the same day seems to come over and over, then he was the one who messed things up. And he should remember what he did and find a way to reverse it! Before it’s too late!

Standing at five-foot-nothing was no fun, and things will get worse if he was four-foot-nothing! Bad thing he can’t stop time, he only managed to live in a loop, the most messed up loop he could think of. He was the one who got affected the most. No one to help him as they all think he’s always been that way.

Not even his girlfriend, Lisa, it was so hard for him to know he couldn’ t even count on her. But there was something else, even when everyone seems to grow, Lisa’s the only one who actually did!

The other day, well this same day a few same days ago, he could’ve sworn Lisa was a giantess! At 5’3”, he was sure they should’ve been around the same size, but when he got to her apartment, a 6´6” giantess opened the door!

He was barely boob-level with her! Everyone else was the same height, except for them both. Was there a chance she knows something and was just pretending?