“Fuck,” He grumbled as he grabbed
his head, “I didn’t think I drank that much last night.”

His eyes were still closed as he
pulled himself into a sitting position, worried that the sun light would cause
his headache to get ten times worse.

            “Fuck me,” he said once more as he
curled his knees up against his chest and tucked his head in between them.

            Fighting a wave of nausea that was beginning
to loom. He really didn’t want to throw up, but the chances were good that he
just might do so. He also knew that he couldn’t keep his eyes pressed shut all
day. As much as he would like to lay back down and go back to bed, he knew that
there were things he had to get done. A job that he had to get too and as much
as he would like them too the bills were not going to pay for themselves.

            So, with one last deep breath and a
prayer to a god, that he wasn’t even sure he believed in, he opened his eyes.
The light him like a mac truck and for a split second he couldn’t see anything
at all but that flash of light. As his eyesight began to normalize, he felt
like he could very well still be in a deep sleep after all.

            The ground underneath his feet was
wood and though clean it showed signs of wear and tear. That was about the only
thing that could be considered normal about his current situation. To his right,
what looked like miles away was a keyboard and before that was computer
monitor. Both appeared to be much bigger than his current form but my how much
he couldn’t say from this distance. To his left was the base of a desk lamp.

            This gave him his first true sense
of scale as the base rose above him for what seemed to be miles. Stories and
stories tall. Directly above him, was not the sun, but a light bulb which
rained light down upon him. It appeared as if someone has purposely angled it
to point at him.

“What
the fuck,” he said giving himself a good slap.

            There was pain. A lot of pain as he
did not hold back in the slightest as he was determined to pull himself out of this
weird dream. Was he not dreaming? They said you couldn’t feel pain in a dream.
The thing is how many dreams could he actually, truly, remember anyway. Most of
the time as soon as he awoke the memory of the dream flittered away. Sometimes
in seconds. So, was it actually true that one didn’t feel pain or was that some
kind of old wives’ tale?

            He looked beyond the desk and noticed
that he, at least, appeared to be in some kind of bedroom. Though the furniture
was limited. There was a bed pushed up against the window, the window being partly
cracked open. He could hear the wind rustling the trees outside. On the opposite
wall was the door to exit the room as well as the closet (which was currently
closed). Other from that was the desk (at least that is what he figured it was)
that was pressed against the back wall and a dresser that was placed on the
other side of the desk on the left-hand side.

            He couldn’t even begin to comprehend
the size of that dresser. It was like his brain would not allow him to do so in
fear of going insane. There were four things that were blatantly obvious from
his quick glance around… 1) He had no idea who this bedroom belonged to in the
slightest. He was certain that he had never stepped foot in it before today. 2)
The lights were currently off. Other from the one that was centered on him of
course. 3) The room, save for the desk, was a pig’s sty. It was littered with
trash, clothes, and whatever else he couldn’t make out from his current vantage
point. Not that he really wanted to find out anyway. 4) The occupant of the bedroom
was currently not in here. Unless he or she was currently hiding in the closet
waiting to pop out at him.

            No, it appeared that he was completely
alone and after another quick thought, why wouldn’t he be? Why would whoever do
this to him have to worry about leaving him alone? With his current size and
the size of the desk it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere. It would take him
minutes to reach the edge of the desk and then what? Jump? He didn’t think so.
He would probably die before hitting the ground at his size.

            In his current state he was stuck
here. He couldn’t do a damn thing but wait for someone to come in here. Maybe
then he would get the answers to his current predicament. He slapped himself once
more. Hard. His cheek stung. Was it true? Can one not feel pain? He hoped whoever
had said that was wrong. Making a note that if he did happen to wake up to tell
people. To not forget. 

            How did he get here? As, what seemed, the hours rolled by, he sat there silently and tried to work his way backwards. To find out what was the last thing he remembered happening to him. As his stomach began to unknot and his headache began to fade, he found it easier and easier to focus on this task.

            He remembered getting a text from his three best friends through a group chat. They were wondering if it was at all possible if he could come out and have a few drinks with them. Something he hadn’t done in quite some time to be honest. He was married now with two daughters. Twins, two-year-olds, and to be frank he just wanted to lay down and catch up on some much-needed sleep before he had to get up to go to work in the morning.

            His wife had other plans. Telling him to get up and get outside. That he deserved some fun before he burned himself out. She sadly wouldn’t take no for an answer and before he knew it, he had texted them that he would be there, he had gotten dressed in something more fashionable, and he was out the door.

            For a second, he had thought about texting them once he got to the car, telling them that he couldn’t make it after all, before falling asleep in the back seat. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was excited at the proposition of meeting up with his friends and having a few drinks to his surprise. The groggy haze he had felt when he was sitting on the couch beginning to dissipate now that he was outside.

             Before he knew it, he was at a bar having his third beer and having a great time. Trying to keep track of how he was feeling, knowing that he had to drive home and the last thing he needed was to be pulled over and given a traffic ticket. It was during his fourth beer that his friends began packing it up. It had been a few hours already and they all had engagements the next day of some sort.

            He didn’t finish his beer. He left it on the counter, and they headed out into the end of summer air. It felt fantastic. They had all parked in the same general area, so they sat around talking about something stupid and that was it. That was the last thing he remembered. He believed there had been a woman or women who approached them asking for help with something, but that part was hazy.

            He honestly could be getting that part mixed up with anything else.  In his current state it wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest if he was more than a little off. With that task finished he decided it was time for him to get up. He couldn’t sit here all day. I mean his butt was starting to hurt after so long of sitting on the wooden desk.

            He pulled himself up and instantly regretted it as his legs fell asleep. He spent a good three minutes or so trying to pull them back together and when the sensation finally wore off, he began to walk towards the base of the lamp. At his current size he appeared to be a good half a mile away. Yet he was determined to reach it. To stand beside it to see just how tiny he was.

            It couldn’t have been more than five minutes when he heard it. An explosion. Loud. He paused and turned around looking out the window. Half expecting to see the world on fire outside. His heart almost leapt out his chest as another explosion was heard, closer this time. There wasn’t a pause like with the first one. The second explosion was followed by another, followed by another, followed by another. It was then that the door swung open, and he realized just what he was hearing. Footsteps.

            Footsteps. He laughed out of fear, he laughed out of disbelief, and he laughed because if he didn’t then he would surely go insane. A figure entered the room with another explosion and this time he looked around for somewhere he could go. Somewhere he could hide. There was none of course. Not up here anyway. Perhaps on the floor he could hide amongst the garbage and what not but then what would stop the figure from crushing him like a bug underfoot.

            “Holy shit,” A distant voice rang out, “He is awake. The fucking thing worked.”

            The figure that entered the room looked at the desk, “For how much I paid for the fucking thing it better have worked.”

            The voice was female. As was the one that had originally called out. So, his memory wasn’t as foggy as he thought. Women had approached them. The other woma

n had also said that someone else was awake. Was it one of his friends?

            “Shit,” A third voice rang out. This one had an accent. Maybe German. He couldn’t truly say, “Mine isn’t it awake. What about yours Emily?”

            “Give it time. The guy who sold it to me said it could take up to twelve hours for them to wake up. Remember their bodies have to go through a pretty big change,” The women who stood before him said.

            She had yet to move. She just stood there. Staring at the desk. With how far away she was and how dark the room was he couldn’t make out any features except for how big she was but that was given at his current size. He couldn’t tell yet if he recognized her or if this was just some freak random kidnapping plot.

            “To answer your question Hannah, no, my man is not awake.”

            This from a fourth voice. A thick southern accent coated her words.

            “So, what about yours Megan? I mean you bought the damn thing,” Asked Hannah.

            The girl with the German accent. That question seemed to wake the girl up as with those fateful words she took another explosive step forward and he prepared for whatever came next. The knots in his stomach beginning to return. 

As she walked into the light of the beside lamp his heart gave a leap before dropping into the pits of his stomach. He recognized her. Which meant that this wasn’t some random kidnapping but something that may have been planned. It was either that or she saw an opportunity and took it. Both options were far from ideal.

            His hope was the act was random. That they didn’t know each other at all. Perhaps, then he could have gotten through to whoever this was, to turn them back to normal. He could go back to his wife and kids. Pretend the whole thing didn’t happen. Turn a blind eye to protect himself.

            That seemed outside the realm of possibility. The woman that now approached him was Megan Chloe Leigh. She was 22 years old, and she was obsessed with him. In his younger days he may have been excited by that prospect but now, at almost 34 years of age, he found it tiring to say the least.

            They worked together or at least used to. She had been with the company for about two years or so and as soon as she started trouble began. It was innocent stuff at first. She would stumble over her words on occasion and sometimes she would bump into him just to apologize. If he was on a break or not busy with a project, she would walk over and talk.

            He wasn’t blind or stupid. He knew what was going on, but he didn’t want to embarrass her, so he kept his mouth shut. His wife also thought this was a good idea. At the end of the day she was young, stupid, and sooner or later she would find someone and he would become boring. About six months ago though the situation went from innocent to problematic.

            Tired of waiting for him to do something she came onto him in the break room. Pushing him against a wall, she shoved her tongue down his throat, and just about ripped his pants clean off. He pushed her away, but she came on strong and as he tried to walk away, she punched him hard in the face. When he tried to get back up, she slammed a coffee cup over his head. You can guess what happened after that.

            She was arrested but posted bail. She was found guilty of sexual assault of course but she was only given a restraining order, anger management, and she had to do a year of parole. He had gotten a text from her twice since that moment. One was five months ago. It was short and brief.

“I love you and I forgive you,” It said, “You’ll be mine soon.”

             He and the wife decided not to contact the cops over this unless she came into contact with him in any way. She didn’t. In fact, he had heard rumblings that she had moved to another state from a co-worker who remained in contact with her. Then about a week ago he had gotten another text from her. A different phone number this time but he knew it was her.

            “It’s almost time. Soon we will spend the rest of our lives together. I hope you are as excited as I am.”

            He didn’t tell his wife about this one. Instead deleting the message off his phone altogether and blocking the number. Looking up at Megan, at his current size, he regretted that action. At long last she stopped in front of the desk and his heart hammered as he wondered what the hell was going to happen to him next.

Megan was not a bad looking young woman. On the contrary really. She was quite beautiful, and most men would find her attractive. She stood at 6’3 with jet black hair that went down to just past her shoulders. Her eyes were blue, and she had the cutest noise and a smile that would light up the darkest room. She was also quite muscular.

            Megan loved working out. She had ever since she was fourteen. So, though she weighed about 170 pounds or so most of it was just pure muscle mass. However, she wasn’t overly muscular. It was just enough to be intimidating but not unattractive for most men. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and looking up at her now from his new perspective he couldn’t help but piss himself.

            The warm liquid ran down his leg. He was embarrassed. He was scared and he began to cry. Tears ran down his face as he clenched his fists. Refusing to wipe them away. He didn’t want her to see him in such a state. He didn’t want her to feel like she was in control, though clearly, she was. He wanted to project strength. Hoping that she would get bored.

            He knew he was idiot for even thinking of such a thing. In truth she had him just where she wanted him. In her complete and utter control. He had to fight the urge to collapse on himself next. Though his legs felt more like Jello by the second he refused to give in to them. He watched as she bent down. Squatting so she was more on his level. At least as much on his level as she could get at that moment.

            “Wow,” She said,” As she looked at him.

            Her eyes widening and that smile beginning to form on her face.

            “Let me go,” He yelled at her.

            She chuckled, “I can see your mouth moving but I can’t hear you. You are just too small. Just the cutest little thing.”

            His heart sank once more. What did he expect? That she would be able to hear him? At his current size? That was wishful thinking to say the least.

            “However,” She continued, “If you are good for me, now that the effects have started kicking in, we can alter your size in the future.”

            It was his turn to smile now as hope returned. There was a chance for him to return to normal size. All he had to do was play his cards right it seemed.

            “Now before you start fantasizing Daniel just know that you will never be full size again. It doesn’t work that way. You can however become the size of a green army man, a barbie doll, or even a dildo. The tallest you can ever hope to become now is twelve inches.”

            His smile faded. His heart about leapt of his mouth as she used the word dildo. It was at this moment he couldn’t help but collapse onto his knees as he stared at the ground. The feeling of throwing up fast returning.

            “Can you believe it though,” She exclaimed happily, “It’s night one of our brand-new lives together and look what I got to mark the occasion.”

            He looked up slowly to see her gigantic hand outstretched before her but still far enough back that it wasn’t over the desk quite yet. His eyes about popped out of his head as he saw the wedding ring placed on her ring finger.

            “I know. I know. It’s probably not one that you would have bought for me, but I just saw it and fell in love. I knew you would understand. You always do.”

            “Are you fucking insane,” He couldn’t help but yell up at her.

            He knew she wouldn’t be able to hear him, but it didn’t matter. He had to get it off his chest anyway.

            “I know that this must be a lot for you. So, I am going to give you some time to process. When I come back you better be ready Daniel. Your wife is eager to consummate her marriage to the man she loves.”

He awoke slowly. He felt like he had been hit by a bus. Twice. The damn thing backing up to make sure it finished the damn job. He had a wicked headache and he felt exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept in days. He wanted nothing more than to crawl up into a ball and go back asleep. He grabbed his head and winced.

“Holy shit,” A distant voice rang out, “He is awake. The fucking thing worked.”

            With that he opened his eyes quickly and screamed. The feeling of exhaustion seemed to flee from his body as fear and terror seeped in. Looking down at him was a woman, no more then twenty-two years old with bright blue eyes. As he looked up at the gargantuan face, he slowly realized that he recognized her. It was his ex.

            They had broken up a few days ago after she caught him cheating on her with three different women. When she confronted him about it, he told her that she was horrible in bed and boring as fuck. The only reason he had stayed with her at all was that she let him use her credit cards to buy shit and never asked for money back. He was beginning to regret his words and actions now as he rolled over and began to crawl away.

            He could hear her chuckle and with speed he wouldn’t have believed possible a few hours ago her hand crashed down mere feet in front of him. The shockwave from the flesh hitting the wood of the desk was enough to cause him to topple onto his back.

            “For how much I paid for the fucking thing it better have worked,” a voice called out from somewhere.

            He believed that he recognized the voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. It was obviously from one of her friends.

            “Were do you think you are running off to so fast,” Roxanne whispered as if talking to a baby, “We haven’t even started having fun yet.”

            “Shit,” A third voice rang out. This one had an accent. He couldn’t even guess where it was from, but it was perhaps the most unattractive accent he had ever heard, “Mine isn’t it awake. What about yours Emily?”

            He jumped to his feet this time and began to sprint to the right. Crawling was a stupid idea to begin with, he thought. Mere seconds later though he felt a rush of wind and when he looked over her hand was gone. Lifted off in the desk like a rocket into space. Still, he kept at it. Only a quarter of a mile away or so was an open chip bag. He could easily hide in there. 

            A few seconds later he was on his back side again, her hand slammed on the desk in front of him, and she chuckled.

            “Give it time. The guy who sold it to me said it could take up to twelve hours for them to wake up. Remember their bodies have to go through a pretty big change,” The women whose voice he recognized said.

            He couldn’t help but wonder what she meant by a change as he looked up at the face of Roxanne. Smiling down at him, nice and bright.

            “I know you weren’t the smartest tool in the shed when we were together, but I needed know you were this stupid.”

            “Fuck you,” He yelled flipping her off.

            If she could hear him or if she understood the gesture she made no sign.

            “From my vantage point I am basically God staring down at your tiny form. I can easily see you and react to what you are doing well before you even have a chance to succeed. By the way, what kind of idiot runs for a chip bag.”

            She lifted her hand and it was only then that he stood back up.

            “To answer your question Hannah, no, my man is not awake.”

            This from a fourth voice. A thick southern accent coated her words. He was wrong, that was the worst accent he had ever heard.

            “I mean you do realize that I would eventually get a snack right and what do you think would have happened to you if I didn’t realize you went in their to hide?”

            She opened her mouth and mimicked lowering food inside of it. Followed by a swallow before she rubbed her belly. He understood what she was alluding too, and he shuttered.

            “So, what about yours Megan? I mean you bought the damn thing,” Asked Hannah.

            “Face it. You might as well get comfortable because you aren’t going nowhere.”