Sam decided that it was time to go to bed, he was exhausted from a long workout, and this whole "stuff getting bigger." business would probably clear up once he got a good nights sleep. He headed out of the kitchen, directly into Zeke.
"Oh, sorry shrimp. Maybe you'll be more careful next time?" He boomed as he thundered up the stairs. He shoved open the door to his room. Man was he tired. Sam dropped his sweatpants on the floor, his boxers soon followed. Sam heaved himself onto his bed, which creaked in response. He sighed, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Then, slowly, very slowly, Sam the titanic 6'6" muscle god began to dwindle. Smaller....and smaller...
Sam awoke with a start. He felt like he was being grabbed by a giant hand. He looked up, and to his horror that was exactly the case.
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