Tom gulped. His stepfather Tony looked huge. He had to tilt his head way back to look up at the man's face. Up? He was as tall as his stepfather.
He lowered his head. His eyes fastened on his stepfather's powerful chest.
"What is going on?" Tom cried.
A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, directing him to turn around. "I think you better stay in," his stepfather said.
"No!" Tom broke loose. His tight T-shirt was no longer so form-fitting. And his pants were falling off his waist. He looked again toward his stepfather. The man looked so big. Tom felt like a grade school kid.
"Why are you so big?" Tom asked.
His stepfather grinned and walked toward Tom.
"No! Stay back!" Tom turned and started for the front door. He tripped on his overly long pants and sprawled onto the floor.
His stepfather's hand grabbed his T-shirt, bunching lots of the fabric in his fist. "It would be better if you calm down, Tom."
Tom struggled, slipping out of the T-shirt, leaving the garment behind in his stepfather's hand.
He stared ahead and found his head about level with his stepfather's crotch.
"I'm getting smaller," Tom said in horror. He saw the confirmation in his stepfather's malevolent smirk. "You're making me smaller!"
"Don't resist," Tony advised Tom.
"Get away from me." Tom's pants slid off. He was standing only in his boxers, and he needed to cinch them about his waist to keep them from heading south.
His gigantic stepfather moved closer. Tom screamed and ran for the front door. He came to a halt when he reached the door. The knob was overhead, too far for him to grasp. He was only slightly more than two feet tall.
He turned and saw that his stepfather was now looking down at him. At that time, Scott entered. The 17-year-old looked huge, too, and he was grinning down at Tom.
"Looks like it worked," Scott said.
"Oh, it's not over yet," Tony said.
Tom listened in horror. "Help! Help!" Tom screamed. His boxers were now too big, and he found himself naked in front of the two leering giants.
He dashed between the two giants. He needed to get out of the house! He needed to find someone to help him.
"Damn! Get him!" Tony ordered.
He heard their footsteps pounding the floor, catching up to him.
He was still growing smaller. He ran into the kitchen. There was a pet door in the back door that opened into the yard. If he could only get out of the house—
"That's far enough, little bro," Scott's loud voice said from behind him.
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