Size Loop - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Just as he had expected, he woke up in his same bed. Last night he was at Lisa’s place, and today he was back at his bed.

He was wrapped around his same sheets, looking up at the same ceiling as he opened his eyes. He could recognize the interior of his room, the same thing happened again.

Jake was so tired of the same thing over and over. Wake up at the same day again and again. It didn’t matter what he did the night before, it didn’t matter what had happened the prior day, he woke up at the exact same day, at the exact same time.

However, there was something that changed. His height, things were wrong, he was shrinking! No longer a 6’4” man, he was shorter! And as days went by, he kept shrinking!

He tried to keep track of it, so he wrote it down. But of what use was it? The piece of paper he picked returned to the way it was before he had written anything on it.

He tried drawing marks on the wall, and the same thing happened. The marks were gone. There was no way for him to track this down, no way to note it, no way to list it; no way other than by memory.

He checked on his size, he made sure to keep a mental track of this. It was hard since he had no exact idea when this all started. Unsure if he was missing a day or not, but doing the math he realized one thing, it seems he’s losing an inch per day. 

One inch per day! Each passing day he woke up shorter! And not just shorter, but smaller all over. It seems he was shrinking proportionally. And the strangest thing of all was that no one realized it! Everyone believed he’s always been this tall!

Random people at the street have no idea how tall he used to be, but his family does! At least they should!

But things were not normal. No one said a thing when he was down to 6’, a four-inch difference in height was noticeable! His perspective was a whole lot different! But it was not that way for his sister, or his mother, not even his girlfriend! 

And it wasn’t only them, everything seemed to be arranged to fit his new size! As if he had always been this way, his extra-large shirts became simply large size, his jeans were also a few sizes smaller. His shoes were also going back, from a thirteen-size to a twelve, then an eleven and things just kept going down! 

But the worse part of all… people treat him differently.

—

He’s been living the same day for a week now. At least a whole week should’ve gone by at this point. This was the eight day he woke up on the same day, and this means… he’s lost a lot of size.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, looking straight at a much lower point, looking at a man who was much smaller than the 6´4” guy he should be. How short was he?

His shirt, he pulled it off and read the tag. The size says medium, down two sizes? What about his weight? He didn’t even care of that, his body looks the same, but smaller, whatever he weighs now must be the proportional way to his old weight, but in a smaller frame.

He spent a little extra time upstairs, wondering what was going on. What was this? A bad dream? A nightmare? It was a catastrophe, that’s what this all was. Things were not just going bad, they were awful!

When was this going to stop? He wondered, when was he going to wake up from this? When was he going to wake up tomorrow and not to live the exact same day?

He couldn’t deny he felt like crying, he wanted to tell someone, but what use was it if they were all going to forget? By tomorrow, no one will remember what happened, or should he say today? Everything he did, everything that has happened today will be erased and happen again tomorrow, or today… It was so confusing to him.

But more than just that, it was annoying. He just sighed and went down to have breakfast, at least he shouldn’t starve.

—

He went down to the kitchen and picked the same breakfast as always. The same one he’s had over the last week. Cereal.

But this time he took a little more time, so his routine started a bit later. And instead of sitting down to enjoy his cereal alone for a while, Andrea walked in. Right before he poured the milk.

Jake was looking at the empty bowl, pouring the cereal on it. Then he grabbed the milk, and just before he opened it, Andrea walked in.

He turned at her, she was lipsinging whatever song she was listening to. She closed the door behind her and then turned at him. For a moment, they said nothing. He was so annoyed by her, they had been having the same discussion over and over, every single day this week. But she doesn’t know that.

She looked at him, he felt obliged to say something, but he didn’t want to. Then, she looked down at the almost empty gallon of milk in his hands. Her eyes went open widely and her jaw dropped.

“No! Please don’t tell me that’s the last milk there is!” She said as she walked closer.

“So?” he replied, annoyed, but as she approached he could notice something different.

Andrea kept coming closer and closer. Instead of looking down at his 5´9” sister, he was looking at her at eye-level! They were even in height! He should’ve anticipated this, today he woke up not just shorter, but at 5’9”, her exact same height!

He felt a tingle inside, concerned, but he was not going to show her he was scared. She doesn’t know what was going on, to her they have both been the same height since forever. So he acted normal.

“So?” she asked back, “I need that!” she argued.

“Well, I need this too.” He replied.

“No, you can have whatever, I NEED that milk. Specifically for my…” he cut her off.

“For your protein shake, yeah sure. Blah, blah, blah… listen. I got here first, this is MY milk.” He explained.

“Of course you got here first! You have nowhere else to be! You have no job, of course you can have breakfast at whatever time you want. And wake up at whatever time your lazy, unemployed ass wants!” Again, calling him unemployed, she was so annoying.

The same argument went on and on, but this time, she tried to fight him. Not a real fight, but she was trying to aim for the milk and take it off of his hands.

“Andrea! Stop! What… what are you doing?” he said as she threw her hands at the milk, he put a hand on her face and tried to make her stay away.

“Give it to me!” She argued as she wrestled his hands off of her.

“No! It’s… it’s mine! Get off me!” He demanded.

“Never! Give me that milk!” she kept pushing. It was so odd, they seem to be so even in strength now. Was it because they were the same height? Or because she works out and he doesn’t?

It was not his fault, he can’t afford a gym membership if he’s unemployed. Doesn’t really matter, the problem here is that she’s stubborn, selfish and nearly throwing him off balance!

“Stop it! You’re going to make me drop the milk!” She was not going to give him a break.

This kept on until their mother arrived.

“Enough!” She said from the kitchen’s door. He has never seen his 5´10” mother as a tall woman in a while. Now that he was shorter, he can tell she’s a pretty tall lady.

Not just taller, but she seems somehow thicker all over. Broader shoulders, wider hips, just… bigger.

She put all bags on the table and, with hands over her wider seeming hips, she commanded them to stop.

“My gosh! Why are you two fighting? Break it down!” What other choice do they have? He was tired of it, and Andrea would listen to their mother, so the fight was over.

Their mother, Marissa, kept looking at them with a stern look as they separated. And then her stern look vanished and turned into a giggle.

“Aww, it’s so cute how you two look like twins.” Same height, of course it makes them look more similar. But they are not twins, Andrea’s 21, he’s 23, there’s a two-year difference. And there used to be about a full head in height difference. But not anymore…

Same thing happened, she asked them why they were fighting, and when they told her it was about milk, she just shook her head to the sides. Why were they fighting all the time? That’s something she’ll never know. And she gave them kind of the same speech, but there was a little difference this time. Instead of the usual talk, she immediately ordered Andrea to go get the rest of the groceries.

All this because of milk! Unbelievable! There’s a new gallon in the car, Andrea, go get it.” Marissa commanded.

“Why is it always me?” Andrea argued.

“Just go get it, didn’t you want some milk? Well, go find it!” Marissa ordered.

It was funny to see Andrea getting bossed around, but he’s next.

“Jake…” His mother called.

He knew what she was going to say. Tell him to get a job, that everyone was talking, same thing she’s said over and over. But this time it was a bit different.

“Yes?” He asked. His mother was coming closer to him.

Marissa was a tall lady, and a thick lady too. It was hard to see for those above 6´3”, but for those who are beneath 6 ', she's much bigger!

Her bosom was big, her hips were wide. Those thighs were filling those pants in the thick milfy way. Her presence is bigger to him. Well, of course it will! She’s an inch taller!

Looking at her from less than three feet away, that was quite different. He hasn’t look up to her, literally, in years! And now, he was shorter than his own mother? Things were wrong, and getting worse each passing day!

He was hoping to listen to a lecture, maybe she’ll be even more stern on his smaller self, but the first words he heard were different…

“I’m sorry, honey. You know how your sister is.” Sorry? So she’s on his side? “Maybe she does this because you two are the same height… I don’t know.” she then put a hand over his shoulder.

He was looking at the hand and then back into his mother’s eyes. “Just be patient with her, ok? She loves you, you know that, right?”

“Eww…” He said.

“Now, come on Jake, don’t act that way. I love you too, you’re not going to despise your mother’s love too, right?” she said.

“No, but… please don’t say Andrea loves me… it sounds weird.” He argued.

“You’re siblings, of course you should care for each other.” This conversation was a bit different from the other ones.

But… does this mean she thinks he’s weak? Why is she acting as if Andrea was the problem? Well, she’s obviously the problem, but his mother also makes it seem as if he was the vulnerable one… this was odd.

And the she told him to get a job, but not in the same way, this was different. Encouraging even.

“Listen, I’ll cook you some breakfast. You can’t just eat a bowl of cereal, honey. And then, when you’re full of energy, you can use the time to find a job. I know something will come up this time!” She cheered.

He felt supported, not obliged, but… encouraged! Maybe for the same purpose., not to have him all day around the house doing nothing, but her words were different.

But there’s still the same air of… her feeling he’s weak or something. Was it the size? The smaller he gets the nicer his mother is with him? She’s even cooking breakfast for him.

On the other hand, it seems Andrea tried to overpower him today. The smaller he gets, the more she’ll try to challenge him. This was not good.

—

Later that night, Jake tried to find comfort in the only person he knew he could count on. His girlfriend Lisa. There was no way he could find an answer for this, the best he could think of was to be patient and wait for this whole thing to stop on its own.

Where could he find answers? Certainly the internet, but there was nothing about anyone living the same day over and over. And even if there was, there was nothing about a change in reality where he’d wake up shorter and shorter. Shrinking as the same day goes on and on, who’d go through something like that?

Well… him.

He was waiting for Lisa right outside her apartment’s door. He needed to see her, he had nowhere else to go. Maybe this should be a nice time to share with her what’s been going on? She’s not the same as well. There’s something going on with him, but also going on with her…

“Jake! Welcome!” Lisa said as she opened the door.

Instead of greeting her as he would, his jaw dropped. He was used to looking way down at the adorable 5’5” Lisa, when he was 6´4” she was ultimately tiny! But not anymore. Even at 5´9” he should tower above her by four good inches. But this wasn’t the case.

Lisa was HUGE! She was the one towering above him! He swallowed, looked down at her feet, only to find out she was barefoot! Only nylons over her bare feet.

“Jake? Is everything ok?” Lisa asked, it was odd for him not to reply.

“Yes! I mean… yeah. I was just… I wanted to sneeze, but the feeling got away.” He lied.

“Oh, haha, it happens. Come in!” She moved aside.

Jake felt so odd. Lisa was so tall! Even taller than his mother!

Lisa had three-inches on him. Making her a 6’ tall lady! To him, she was an amazon! If he was still his same height, proportionally, she’d be close to 6´9”. But his reality had changed. And so has Lisa.

Her whole body was different. Her slim, smaller frame was a lot bigger now. Her shoulders were wider, and that made sense because they had to carry a huge rack! Her boobs were enormous! She used to be a D-cup, but not those things seem G-cups! So massive!

Her hips were wider, and as he looked down at her feet, he could see her thicker things. So plump, so big! He turned around as she closed the door, her butt was massive! So round, like a big, heavy peach! He swallowed again, but this time with desire.

But his concern was bigger than that. He was a bit agitated, and he needed answers. Looking at Lisa, she might be going through the same thing, she might be waking up taller and taller. Does she know? Maybe she does, and just like him, she’s too shy to say something.

He’ll say it, find the courage and say it!

“So, what brings you here, Jake?” Lisa asked, he told her by text that he was stressed and needed her. To talk to her, to be with her, any comfort he could get from her. It was time for him to tell her the truth.

“Lisa! You… I… there’s something going on here!” He said.

“Huh?” She was a bit confused.

“I… I don’t know what but, I’ve been waking up on this same damn day over and over! And that’s not it! I’m shrinking! Do you remember I was 6’4”? Lisa, is this same thing happening to you too? I… please don’t tell me you don’t remember being 5’5”!” He said it, he told her the truth.

He was hoping she’ll say the same thing. That she was indeed aware of the size changes. That she woke up taller and taller, and that she was aware of the same day going on and on, over and over. 

She walked towards him. With a tender look on her face. He was waiting for her to tell him he was right. That she’s been going through this endlessly seeming loop of size change. That she’s woken up taller and bigger, that her life is as odd as his was.

She approached him, spread her arms and wrapped them around him. This was so odd to him, to be shorter than Lisa. To be the one who’s held small by the taller lady. Her body was definitely bigger, her frame was wider than his. The three-inch difference feels like a lot!

On top of that, his face was much closer to her breasts. Lisa’s boobs were a lot softer. A lot bigger and much fleshier. He felt their softness being pressed against him. Her warm body was so close to his, her hug felt so tender. Comforting even.

But her words were not…

“Jake, I think the stress is messing up with your mind.” What? What was she saying?

“Huh?” This was not what he was expecting to hear.

“I’ve always been this tall. And you’ve always been this short. Do you have a fever?” She broke the hug a little to put her hand over his forehead. 

Fever? Stress? She thinks he’s hallucinating!

This was not good, this was not what he needed to hear! Lisa’s changing! She definitely is! How come she hasn’t noticed? Is it because this seems to be the same day to her as well? Does she feel like things have always been this way too?

He was losing hope. She must think he’s crazy! But the only comfort he has left is that… she’ll forget about it in the morning…