Size Loop - Chapter 1 (NEW STORY!!!)

Here's the winner! A shrinking story, but here's the summary:

Size Loop

Like groundhog day, man wakes up, standing at 6´4”, he´s tall, his family´s tall. His sister stands at 5´10”.

His girlfriend´s quite the opposite, she´s 5´.

The day´s the usual, however, the next day´s the same. And then, he realizes he´s in a loop!

But there´s something different, he´s shorter each day! Loosing one-inch per day. The opposite happens to his girlfriend, she seems to find that lost inch of his on each passing day.

Sisters teases him about his height, size comparison, and so on.

And now... the story! Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

He heard the birds singing out the window. He saw the light through his closed eyes. Slowly, he began to open them. The feeling of grogginess was persuading him, five more minutes? Ten? A whole hour? Who would mind? He’s got nothing to do today.

As he turned to his side, he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to clear his vision. Soon, he turned to the side and picked his phone. The time? Exactly 10:00 am, not a minute earlier, not a minute later.

“Fuck…” he grunted. This time, he overslept, just as he had done yesterday, and the day before, and the one before.

His whole morning was half-way gone, so who cares if he stays in bed a little more?

Finally, after half-an-hour, he woke up.

It was Saturday, September 20th. Some people have Saturday as a free day, but he doesn’t. Or he does? Every single day since he was fired has been his “free day” so technically, he’s got no work to do. But literally, he’s unemployed.

His name’s Jake, he finally woke up and walked out of his room. Standing at 6´4” he was not far from the top of the door’s frame, only five more inches and he’d have to duck. He felt tall, he knew he was tall. And he also knew he was hungry.

Jake made his way down the stairs, scratching his head and trying to accommodate his hair. His brown hair was a bit long, but not too long, a bit shaggy but that’s how he likes it. Messy? Well, better this way than short, so he thought.

He walked into the kitchen and began to look around for something to eat. First, he checked on the stove, he was curious if his mother had left something for him. Jake moved into his parent’s house a while after he was fired, he could no longer afford rent and his time was over. Moving in would allow him to keep enough money while he looks for a new job.

The bad thing was that he hadn't found any. It’s been over a month, close to two months and his luck hasn't changed. He went past the point of having hope, he went past the point of being worried about it, he was at the point where he’s just tired of trying. Something will show up, he stopped searching last week. If nothing came up while he was searching maybe something will while he’s not. Or could it be harder this way?

There was no food on the stove, and he didn’t feel like cooking so he just walked towards the cabinets. Cereal will do, at least until lunch.

He pulled the door open and then picked the cereal box from the top shelf. Only there, his cereal is safe from his sister’s hands. Then he opened the fridge and pulled the gallon of milk out.

“Almost empty…” he thought as he pulled the nearly empty gallon out the fridge, but there was still enough milk for his cereal so everything’s fine.

He filled his bowl, poured the milk, grabbed a spoon and sat at the table. Jake was not sure what the problem was, why was he still unemployed? He went to college, got his degree, after he got his first job he thought he was safe, no need to keep searching, and then the company closed.

Now, at 23-years-old, he was unemployed. Bad luck? Well, it was their bad luck, but he was still terminated. He worked there for over a year, he was certain he’ll have it easy finding a new job, but so far he was proven wrong.

He was tired, so annoyed. What could he do? Pick whatever job where they were hiring? Could be, but he wanted something else, something more than just a part-time job. Besides, those jobs only hire college students to pay them the lowest salary they can. If he was going to work hard, then he wanted to receive a decent pay.

As he ate, someone walked into the house through the kitchen’s door.

A lady, young and standing at 5´9”. This was his sister Andrea. She was 21-years-old, with a lean, toned body. She was jogging and now she wanted to get back home for an after-jogging protein shake.

She wore a matching top and yoga pants, there was a little sweat over her bosom. She pulled her head-phones off and headed towards the fridge.

“What? Where 's the milk?” She asked, immediately turning at him.

“There’s no more milk.” He said, driving another spoonful of cereal to his mouth.

“What?!” She seemed upset, he just rolled his eyes, he knew she was going to make a scene. “Wait… what are you eating?” she asked.

“Cereal, isn’t it obvious?” He replied, pointing at the bowl.

“So, you finished the milk with your cereal?!” She argued.

“Yes, so?” he asked.

“I need the milk! I always drink a protein shake after my morning jogging! I need milk for that!” What a scene, but this is the way she always is. She’s the little sister, she thinks she’s the “princes” of this house. She always acts the same whenever she doesn’t get what she wants. How annoying.

“Why don’t you skip it? It’s just one shake, right?” He said, not really caring, just looking for the easiest solution there was.

“WHAT?! I need it! Unlike you, I have a diet, and I need the protein, else I might lose the gains I’ve developed!” She said.

“Gains? Ha, come on, you look the same since you’ve started going to the gym. Besides, can’t you just use water? You want it for those protein powders, right? Any liquid can do, even the orange juice. You only need to hydrate the powder.” He said.

“Oh, so it’s THAT easy. It’s chocolate-flavored protein-powder! Only milk makes it taste good! And… did you just say I have no gains!” This was it, the point where she loses it.

They don’t have the best brother-sister relationship. It's not like they can’t stand each other, but ever since he moved out, he had forgotten how annoying she was. She always thinks people should stop the world for whatever whim she gets.

“Haven’t you noticed how firm and round my butt has gotten?” she said, turning and displaying her butt. It was quite a peach.

“Eww! I’m not looking at your butt, don’t be disgusting!” He said.

“Fine! But next time don’t finish the milk! You know I need it!” She added.

“Whoever gets to it first gets it, it’s that simple.” He’d rather not have this discussion with her. 

“Ha, as if you had the right. If you don’t pay rent, at least don’t finish up the things we need for our day.” She injected.

“What? You don’t pay rent either!” He argued.

“At least I have a job.” She frowned.

“Part-time job.” He said with a smile on his face.

“Call it what you want, but as far as I know you make ZERO money.” Now she was the one smiling.

—

While they were fighting, someone arrived.

Parking at the drive-way, there was a sedan. And from it emerged a mature woman. Standing at 5´10”, her name was Marissa. She was their mother. Who had just come back from the store.

“I hope there’s someone here who can help me with the groceries.” She thought.

Marissa walked into the house with a big bag of groceries in each arm and then made her way to the kitchen. Her mood was regular, until she heard the discussion a few steps ahead.

“Who are you calling a loser? At least I have a girlfriend! Unlike you, people like hanging around me!” Marissa just rolled her eyes and sighed as she heard his son’s screaming.

“I have lots of friends!” Andrea yelled back.

She better break this up before things get worse.

“Oh my god! I thought you two were adults, why are you two fighting like little kids?” Marissa said as she walked into the kitchen, heading straight to the table and putting the bags over it.

“She’s such a brat, this is not my fault!” Jake said.

“I’m not a brat! You finished the whole milk! And not only were you selfish but you show no signs of regret!” Andrea said.

“Stop! Andrea, there’s a new gallon in the car, now you two behave like adults, or else I’ll ground you both!” Marissa waved a nagging finger at both. “Now you two help me get the rest of the bags from the car.” she ordered.

“Fine, but I’m only getting the milk, you get the rest.” Andrea told Jake as she walked away.

“Whatever…” He just said, turning his eyes to the side, already tired of her.

When Andrea was out of the room, their mother had a few words with him.

“Don’t listen to your sister, you’re not a loser, none of you are. But please make sure to find a job soon, dear. The neighbors are already talking, you know…” She pretended to care and then "casually" dropped a stingy message.

“I’m working on that…” he grunted.

“Listen, you can stay here as long as you need, this is your house. But I’m going to need to see some more initiative, your sister told me you haven’t been looking for a job for over a week. I’m not saying I’ll kick you out, but it’ll be nice if you could find a way to put your share in this house…” A polite way to say get a job and pay some bills.

“Fine…” breakfast ruined.

—

A job, people bugging him, this is the reason why he moved out so soon. And now, he was back. Jake was certainly tired of the way things had turned. Everything sucks now, but there’s still some light at the end of this annoying tunnel. His girlfriend.

“Mind if I crash at your place tonight? I’m kind of tired of my family.” He texted.

“Jake, don’t talk about your family that way! That’s rude.” his girlfriend replied.

“Why? I didn’t say I hate them, I only need a break from them. And, maybe, you can help me with that ;)” The winking face meant something spicier than mere “relaxation”.

“Oh, someone’s in the mood for some fun? Well, why not? It’s been a while. But I warn you, I have stay at the office until late because my boss wants me to finish some paperwork before next week.” She replied.

“Your boss seems to be an obstacle between us, care to ditch him and leave early?” He asked.

“Haha, sorry but no. Listen, I’ll be home by 8:00, let me get a shower and be there by… 9:00, ok?” she wrote back.

“Fine by me. Can’t wait to see you.” He really couldn’t.

His girlfriend’s name was Lisa. She was the cutest woman he’s ever met. At 5´5” she was almost a whole foot shorter than him, something he didn’t mind pointing out, teasing her a little even.

She was short, but she had some sensuous curves. Thick thighs, a nice round butt and some perky breasts.

But there’s something that has always bugged him, and it’s not her, but him. Or maybe it’s her? he was a bit confused on how to feel about the height difference, and being unemployed and having so much time to think, these ideas really stuck in his mind.

He’s 6´4”, pretty tall as much said. His mother’s tall and his sister too, but he’s got six-inches on them. Ever since he reached this height he has always wondered about height. It couldn’t escape him since everyone was pointing out how tall he was. Saying he’s super tall and that they’d love to be as tall as he was.

He never really asked for it, never truly cared about becoming tall, it was just his genes. A tall guy like him could date a tall lady, right? He often wondered if he’d find some woman about 6’ or maybe 5´11”? And then, he met Lisa, she was truly an angel.

Short? Well, she’s average, it’s just him who’s really tall. But what she lacks in height, she compensates for with her charisma, her confidence, her smile… and also her butt. She had some sexy cheeks, he always looks for a chance to mention it.

These thoughts had been running in his mind for quite a while. To the point where he searched for it. To see if there were other couples with such a contrast in height. And yes, there were, in fact there were other couples where the guy was much taller than his girlfriend, way more than a foot.

This was his regular, normal to him, but then, he found something else, something different. Couples where the lady was the one who was taller. A tall woman and her short king. At first he wondered who’d date a taller woman? Which woman would date a shorter guy?

Maybe for the same reasons he dated Lisa? But that’s normal, right? The man has to be taller, right? Well, what if it wasn’t that way?

So he searched for more, and he found more! First there were couples where the man was barely a few inches shorter, maybe two or three. But then, he found couples where the woman was towering above their man! A full head taller, a whole foot taller, where he was chest-leveled!

This made him realize he had a kink. He was too tall to find a tall woman for himself, and too in love with Lisa. But he wonders, what if he found an amazon? What if Lisa becomes a tall lady? He knew this was just a thought, but he felt it like a fantasy that should come true…

—

He spent the rest of the day playing whatever videogame on his phone, scrolling through social media. He did look for jobs, but nothing truly caught his eye. He hates to admit this but, if nothing pops up soon, he’s going to have to look for something out of the estate.

Something he doesn’t want because Lisa lives here, and he’d hate to have a long distance relationship. And if that was the case, then there wouldn’t be nights like this when he can come to her place and have some “fun”.

“Hey there…” he said as she opened the door to her apartment.

“Hello, handsome…” Their eyes met in such a romantic way, and then he couldn’t help but to check her up.

She was wearing a nice dress, tight around her curves. He could see her hips sticking out and the dress hugging her thighs in such a sensuous way.

She took him by the hand and pulled him in, a moment he took as a chance to glare at her butt. Now that was quite a sexy ass. It bounces so sensuously, and he often wonders, how will it bounce if it was bigger?

They both knew what they wanted, so there was no dinner here, they both headed straight to her bedroom. 

They got undressed as they kissed. The touch of their skin, the feeling of her body. So soft, so tender. The only thing he minded was how much he needed to bend in order to reach for her lips. Something that wouldn’t be a problem if she was taller. Or if they were lying, which he did next.

It must be clear that he loves Lisa, he’s not mad because of her height, and he’s not thinking of breaking up with her. But he just wonders, what if?

He’s had so much free time, maybe too much for his own good, he’s been checking out way too much about his tall lady kink, even now he had some ideas up his mind. What if Lisa was taller? What if she had longer legs? Fuller legs? Bigger boobs? She’d certainly have a massive butt, right?

As they had sex, as he thrusted his hips back and forth, as she moaned, he was coming to a climax. Was it cheating if he was thinking about another woman while having sex? Well, he was not thinking of someone else, just a different version of her. A taller one.

—

In the end, they were both lying in bed next to each other

“So… you don’t mind if I stay the night, right?” He asked.

“As long as you don’t hover the sheets, you’re free to stay.” she giggled.

“And… how about moving in?” he asked.

“Jake, my place is not big enough for both of us, look! Your feet hang from the bed! My apartment’s tiny.” she pointed out.

“Maybe… but not by much. Listen, can you consider? I’d prefer to live here with you than at home. My sister’s a pain in the ass…” he said.

“Jake! Don’t be such a jerk! Besides, don’t you think it’s a little weird to mention her at a moment like this?” she giggled.

“Hey! No! I was… this is just my way to, you know, I was trying to persuade you on letting me move in.” he said, trying to save this.

“Listen, if you get a place where both of us can fit comfortably, I’ll move in with you.” She said.

“You will?” he asked.

“Yes… now, can we get to sleep? I’m very tired. This was a very long day.” she said.

“Oh, yeah of course.” So there was a hope. All he had to do was… find a place.

But she said get, not find. He has to rent the apartment, or buy it. For which he needs a job, this was so annoying. But worth it.

And maybe it’ll be a lot better if Lisa was a taller lady. Curvier maybe? Taller than him, definitely! But then she’ll be the one who’s too big. Maybe he needs to be shorter? He smiled and giggled at the thought. He’s 6’4”, he can’t picture a life where he’s shorter. A different reality? Maybe then it’ll work.

He just closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Tomorrow it’ll be a new day, a day full of new hopes. Right?