Time flew by, now Melissa was at her place, she closed the door and locked it behind her. She was extremely tired. She immediately headed to her room. She took her shoes off, and that was it. She was too tired to remove the rest of her clothes. It will be one of those days where she´s too tired to change into her pajamas.

She threw herself over her bed and laid her head on a pillow, but even as tired as she was, she couldn´t help but to think of Jonathan.

“Poor guy, he´s going thru so much, and there´s no one to look for him.” She asked him if he could call any relative, but he said he was alone, he had been kicked out of his house a couple years ago and now that he has had some success, life seemed to be taking it away.

“I hope he´s ok until tomorrow… if I´m not there… at least he has a neighbor who… cares… I hope.” She was too sleepy to think straight, but still, she could recall Lillian, what she ignored is that she did care, but she didn´t knew how much.

As soon as Melissa closed her eyes, she passed out into a deep sleep. She figured the milk won´t do anything; the other day, no effects were shown on her. Or at least that´s what she thought, she didn´t mind to step in front of the mark on her kitchen and check if she was as tall as she used to. She only figured out everything was the same because of the way her clothes fitted; the same way they used to.

It was time for her to rest, she ignored the real reason for her extreme tiredness. How did she manage to remain awake, that´s something she wasn´t sure, but what´s for sure is that she ingested a big amount of milk, and now, it was time for her body to process it.

Melissa had tried to spend the most time she could with Jonathan, trying to make sure he didn´t have another episode of his now common shrinking, or vomit again. He assured her he was feeling well and that there was no need for her to worry.

She was so tired and had so much to do the next day that she couldn´t help but to head back home, leaving Jonathan alone.

It was around 10 pm, Melissa had been long gone by now. Jonathan simply walked up and down thru his house, just checking his new view of the world. He hated it. He was too short to look at what was above the counters. He had to look up to the door knobs too. He questioned the reasons as for why a man in his mid-twenties could shrink. It was very much impossible.

He decided that it wouldn´t help filling his mind with these thoughts, so he decided to distract himself with other thing. Videogames. Why should he feel sorry for himself when he could spend the rest of the night enjoying several hours of digital fun?

He went upstairs, taking a tat longer than he should, he didn´t recall the stairs being so long, or so hard to walk on. But it seemed just logical.

He hopped into his gamer chair and turned on his computer. He was ready for it, he hasn´t played in days, all thanks to the deep worry he was feeling. But he shouldn´t let it take control. He ignored what was causing it, so if he couldn´t stop it, he should at least enjoy small moments of happiness, such as this.

Playing online was something that always made him happy, even more when he was considered among the top players on certain games.

He didn´t need big muscles or an athlete´s condition to attempt such a thing. He only needed a good sight and fast reflex. “Ok, here I come.” He said as his monitors were turning on. This was it, time for him to enjoy, time for him to get some satisfying distraction from the outside world.

He was really excited at first, but that excitement turned into distress as he realized a couple things. The mouse he used was now much bigger; the thing seemed to be at least twice it´s size, he couldn´t handle it with such grace as he did. Besides, his keyboard was the same thing. His fingers were too short now, instead of just making small movements with his hand, he had to move it all the way closer to press the key. He couldn´t just place his hand on the table and move it from side to side as he used to.

He had much less control of his “tools”, he could adjust the chair´s height, at least, but he felt useless. He felt as if he was playing with numb hands.

He was known by some people now, and they were all asking if he was ok, or if he allowed some other person to use his account. He had never been that bad playing, not even when he first started. His skills seemed to be gone, and all thanks to his sort of “disease”.

After an hour and several games later, he gave up. He couldn´t enjoy it if he couldn´t play properly. He thought it was going to be easy, just another day of gaming. But it wasn´t. His hands were now too small to cover the length of the keyboard, which delayed his moves, a lot. Even with his mouse, he felt much clumsy trying to handle it with it´s huge size.

He logged off from everything. Then, he just fell back on his chair. He couldn´t believe it, this thing had affected him in more ways that he had though of. If he couldn´t play, then he will lose all he had worked for during these years. All he´d built will fall.

He rose his feet and hugged his knees. He had been greeted by several people once he logged in, he knew everyone was expecting to see his regular development on the game, but he failed.

He was too ashamed of it, so he logged off without saying a word. He was afraid. His main and only income came from gaming, if he couldn´t play, then how was he supposed to earn money? He wasn´t doing it for the money, he was doing it to be independent. But how was he supposed to achieve so if he couldn´t play?

He knew it was just a matter of time before people to stop waiting and just leave him behind. He couldn´t tell them about his actual condition because no one will believe him. And if he tried to show them, how will they believe what they see it´s true and not some edition. He was in trouble.

How long will it be before he couldn´t afford living where he lived. He needed to pay the bills, and with no income, it will be just a matter of time before his money vanishes away. He had savings, but not enough to pay for everything during years. If he spent his money wisely, then he´d be able to stay there for a couple months. But what will he do next?

Where will he go? He had no family at all to support him. He could count on his close friends, but, how close where they? He didn´t tell anyone about his current condition, and no one had texted or called to check on him.

He started taking deep breaths, he was going to some dark places now. He needed to figure things out, but at their time, right now, he needed to settle down. Breath. Try to fix things one by one.

He had an idea, could there be some sort of smaller mouse and smaller keyboard? One half the size of a normal one. If he could find one, or even have one made specially for him, then he could make things work.

It was barely past 11 pm, so he had time. He decided to do some research online. Now, a feeling of hope had him going.

Meanwhile, something else was happening next door, more precisely, someone else was awaking.

Lillian had been sleeping tight during the last couple hours. In part, because she was a morning person and always woke up really early to jog; on the other hand, she had drunk from her own milk. She ignored the effects this could have, but she needed to pretend as if there were not such effects, at least in front of Jonathan.

Her eyes were opening. Taking in the little light that crossed thru her window. It was night already, so the only thing that kept everything from pure darkness were the street lighting. At first, everything was dark and blurry for her, but in no time, her sight cleared and she was able to notice something, she fell asleep for hours now.

She thought she´d take a short nap and go back with Jonathan. She knew he´ll shrink again and if he woke up, then she wanted to be there for him. She wanted to be the one in whose arms he´ll run for protection. She wanted to be his everything.

But she had pretty much failed now. She didn´t know it but, a certain someone had been there for him. Melissa. She disliked the idea that she could become closer to Jonathan than her, imagine if she found out she spent the whole evening with him while she was sleeping. She´d be pissed.

For now, she had some stretching to do. She had been sleeping for hours now. She stretched her arms to the sides, as usual, but when she did, she hit her night´s light. “Oops” she said. She figured out she needed to be more careful. She knew she had long arms, so she figured out she was on that side of the bed, what she ignored was that she was right on the middle.

She wasn´t sure what effects the milk will have on her. As far as she knew, she could shrink like Jonathan or maybe not. Maybe there will be no effects on her. But she was wrong.

She turned on the night´s light she´d just hit, and once the light was on, it revealed something, her. She couldn´t see herself, but if she´d had some mirror on the ceiling, she´d see what the milk did to her. First of all, she´d be able to see that her feet hung from her queen size bed, they cleared the bed all the way passed her ankles, almost reaching her calves. And that wasn´t it, the clothes she had been wearing were all ripped. The seams of her pants had overstretched and set loose, allowing her growing body to take up the space it now needed.

Her yoga pants had stretched and rose all the way to her now swollen calves. Meanwhile, the fabric covering her previously thick thighs was unable to stretch that much. There where two huge holes to the sides of her currently sturdy thighs.

But that wasn´t it, her hips had widened, giving her a much matronal figure. On top of that, she´d put on some more soft flesh on her abdominal region, which wouldn´t be noticed since her boobs did some major growing.

Her blouse failed to contain her growing and bulging tits; her currently enormous feminine mounds had swollen breaking thru her currently shredded bra. How much cup sizes did she gain? That´s a good question.

As her shoulders seemed broader, her skin had maintained a soft look. Her hair seemed shinier too. Overall, she was now much more woman than she used to. Now, she had a much larger and hourglass shaped body. Even if she had gained some pounds, most of them were driven into her hips and breasts, giving her an imponent feminine figure.

The thickness of her body alone could turn any men into desire. Still, she wasn´t aware of that, right now, she was just getting the strange feeling that her clothes were too tight on her.

Lillian let out a loud yawn as she sat on bed and stretched one more time, even her arms seemed ticker now. She frowned as she felt her bra tighter than it should, so she decided to remove it, but that´s when she noticed.

As her hand touched her boob, she could feel something strange, how come it was so big? She knew the size of her breasts, they were big, but she wasn´t expecting to bump into something this immense. She grabbed her other breast with her other hand, just to confirm the whole thing, her chest had turned into gargantuan proportions.

She could feel her hard nipples as she ran her hands thru the swollen and soft flesh of her boobs. She felt the wet spots around her nipples. She figured she´d been dropping some milk during her sleep.

“Oh my… is this… is this what happens when I drink my milk?” she wondered, ignoring that not only her boobs had swelled, but that her whole body had done some augmentation too. As she became aware of her whole body, she noticed the soft breeze on her thighs, the over-tight fit on her calves. She even noticed her belly being slightly more pronounced.

Suddenly, a sense of fear came over her. But, unlike Jonathan, she had not become smaller or weaker, instead, her body had turned more imponent, stronger, she will stand way higher than if she´d wore any pair of heels. Her previously statuesque body was now more on the gigantesque side, which she was about to discover as she rose from bed.

Now, Lillian will be aware of the effects that her milk has on her, the question is, does it affect all people the same or, is there something in particular when it comes to a male or a female?

Back at Jonathan´s place, he was still sitting on his desk, looking at his computer as he made some online purchases. After a little research, he found out that there were in fact devices made in smaller sizes. He found a keyboard and a mouse that were about half the size of a normal one, so he added that to his wish list, then to the cart and finally, he hit purchase.

He felt more relaxed as his previous issue seemed to be resolved, even if it wasn´t the major issue he had, at least he could still play some games in a more decent way. Now, he had some hope.

Jonathan decided to call it a day, it was midnight already, not the time he normally goes to bed, but it´s been a long day, so why not ending it as soon as possible.

He hopped down from his chair and semi-climbed over his bed, he had no sheets on it since Melissa removed them and placed them on his washing machine. Still, he had a pillow and a blanket, which was enough for him.

The bed was so big now that he had much more space, and the pillow seemed insanely big. He just took a deep breath and tried to find the right spot to sleep.

He thought he´ll take much more time, but he didn´t, in a matter of minutes, he was sleeping. But, inside his mind, there were some thoughts coming to life.

Jonathan found himself standing in the middle of nowhere, looking at either side he could see nothing but darkness. He tried to yell, or that´s what he thought, but there was no answer.

Suddenly, he heard something, a stomp. It was loud, but he couldn´t see where it came from, he turned everywhere, but nothing showed up, then, the stomp became two, then another and another, loud sounds that he could actually feel.

The floor beneath him was quaking, and, as the sound became louder and closer, he began to move too. He was actually jumping, but not on his own, but because of the movement the heavy weight of whatever was causing the stomps made. It felt surreal.

Then, he felt it, a presence, only that it was a big one, he turned back and was finally able to see what was causing the whole thing. When he turned back, he clearly saw a foot, but not a regular one, it was a gigantic foot, the ankle must´ve been leveled with his head. He swallowed, how tall was he? Two or three inches?

“JONATHAN!!” Said the voice coming high above the foot, he recognized that voice, it sounded like, Lillian! He turned up, but he couldn´t see much. The thickness of her hips and thighs was not allowing him to see much further.

“LILLIAN!” he tried to yell, but he knew his voice could not make a sound loud enough for her to listen.

“JONATHAN!!!” she yelled, making his ears hurt because of the loud noise she made.

“I´m HERE!!” he screamed and waved, but it was useless, she didn´t saw him.

Suddenly, she began to move again, this time, in his direction.

Jonathan was running, trying to run away from Lillian. He gave his best, but her strides were much longer, then, he tripped, falling tight on his chest. He turned and looked up, only to see a huge foot about to step on him, at his size, he´ll be mashed. He covered his face with both hands, to keep himself from looking.

“NOOOO!” Yelled Jonathan, but not beneath a giant foot, but on his bed. Turns out, it was all a dream, more like a nightmare actually. He was so scared that he sat on bed without noticing.

He could feel the sweat on his forehead, it was all so real, even if the whole thing seemed made up, but he could feel everything that was going on. He accommodated himself in bed, rubbed his eyes and turned at his digital watch, 6 am, that´s the time he read.

It had been months since the last time he woke up at that time, usually, he´d be sleeping thru the whole morning. But now, his sleep had been interrupted by some bad dream, he was sure he won´t be able to sleep again. Not because he feared he´ll be stomped on but because of one thing, his height.

How tall was he now? Did he shrink overnight? There was only one way to find out, he stepped out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He figured he´d be able to check if he was as tall as the previous mark that was made on the wall, there´s no need to make a new one.

Every step he gave just made his heart beat faster. What if he was shorter? What if it wasn´t the milk? So far, he could remember Melissa´s words, she told him that he should stop drinking from the milk, to discard it as an option of the things that could be shrinking him.

He walked slowly, thinking more with each step, but even that way, he arrived to the kitchen. He wasn´t able to reach the light switch, but the morning light coming in thru the window made the room clear enough for him to look.

He stopped, standing right in front of the mark Melissa made the day before, he didn´t like it. He was scared, what if he wasn´t that tall anymore? He felt the same, but everything else didn´t. Even if his body felt the same way it always did after he shrank, there was one thing for sure, he wasn´t the same. Everything was out of reach and his clothes were much bigger than they used to.

But he had to do it, he had to be a man and take it. Not knowing won´t make things easier. Even if he doesn´t do it, there´s the inevitable fact that he´ll be thinking about it the whole day. He was alone and had nowhere to go, so his mind will come to think of it constantly.

Jonathan took a deep breath and then stood right in front of the mark. He stood straight, drove his hand over his head and then placed it tight on the wall. He turned, leaving his hand right where it was. He didn´t dare to look at it, he was still having second thoughts, but he decided to peek, and that´s when he saw it.

His hand was right where the mark was, he didn´t shrink. For the first time in days, he woke up with no shrinking episode. It felt almost like a miracle. He decided he should tell Melissa, so he rushed for his phone.

He called her, but there was no answer. “Oh SHIT, she must be sleeping, it´s like… 6:15 in the morning… I´ll text her.” He thought, he was aware that she had a job and worked on a 9 to 5 basis, but he wasn´t sure at what time she left for work or the time she woke up, so he decided to text her. He sent around three messages.

The main thing was that he told her he didn´t shrank. But, as he remembered, on the last message he sent, he asked her: “What about you? Any changes?”

He decided to wait, most likely, she won´t answer so quickly. Jonathan sat on his couch, for the first time in days, he had a small victory, and he was happy about it. But he ignored one thing.

As his messages arrived to Melissa´s phone, they made it buzz over the night´s table next to her bed. It buzzed once, twice and by the third time, a hand grabbed it, only that, it was a really big hand.