This is based on a fanfic I read on the Internet years back. Enjoy!
"My, my how things have changed haven't they my little Kenneth!" said Dr. Maphesto as he stood there towering over me laughing. I was now only a little taller than knee high to him! "How did all of this happen?" I cried. All of what he laughed. So I begin the story where everything just started to go wrong…
My name is Ken McCormick. I used to be 6'5" tall. My wife, Wendy used to be 5'7" tall. I have an older brother, Kevin who is 5'10' tall. My father Stuart is 6'2". My mother Peggy is 5'8" and my 18-year-old sister, Karen was 5'5".
We owned a family business (DVU) that had done very well over the years. As a research based corporation we were involved in everything from pharmaceuticals to genetic engineering. We were also delving into the aerospace market. I was a top-level executive working directly for my father (the CEO). My dad was always so proud of me because I had grown so tall, even taller than my older brother. He was so proud in fact that I was promoted into this position. My brother always resented that fact that I had gotten promoted before him. But really, who could blame my father? I was a former pro basketball player. Well, I was for about 3 months anyways! I was an outstanding college ball player, but pro basketball is another story! I was better off being the big fish in the little pond, but once I got in the pros I found out I was the little fish in the big pond. I figured I'd quit while I was ahead and came to work for my father's corporation.
As I got older, I became a naturally outgoing person. This had enabled me to sell our products to many domestic and foreign markets, which make our corporation very prosperous. As I walked down the hall to my brother's office to drop off some reports, Red bumped into me. Red was my father's personal secretary and she was a firecracker! She was a 6' redhead that always wore 3" heels to work, which my brother despised. He mainly despised these heels because they made her tower over him even more. With them on she was about 6'3" and 5" taller than him and she would walk by him and pat him on the top of the head all of the time. That just pissed him off to no end! He would complain to my father, but my father would just tell her not to do it anymore. Red would stop for a few days then start antagonizing my brother again. She would get away with it too because I think my father secretly had the hots for her, besides she knew her job top to bottom! As I walked into my brother's office I almost ran over his secretary, Bebe Stevens. It really isn't hard to miss Bebe that is unless you are looking down! Bebe is every bit of 4'10" tall! I just caught her from falling and asked her to put these reports on Kevin's desk. She smiled up at me and said she would. I told her, "I'm sorry Bebe, I didn't see you! You are so short!"
As I was walking back to my office I ran into my old elementary school buddy Stan Marsh who was 6'4" tall. I had gotten him a job in lower management. He asked me if I was going to the big party our company was throwing to celebrate our dramatic 4th quarter earnings increase. He said he was put in charge of it and he needed to know if I was attending. I told him my wife and I would be attending. He smiled and said, "Good we'll see you at 7!"
I called my wife at home to make sure she remembered the party. She said she certainly did and couldn't wait to go! She wanted to have a reason to show off her new gown. Well I didn't have anything pressing to do so I took off early, about 3:00. I arrived home and Wendy was there waiting for me. She jumped up into my arms and straddled my waist, wrapping her legs around me. She said, "So, big boy I see you're home early! Want to kill a little time before the party?" How could I refuse her sexy little body? She was the most gorgeous little cheerleader at our college and I swore she didn't change a bit since then!
She always acted like she wanted something more for herself in college, but then when we got married she seemed to not really care anymore. She seemed to be happy just being married to me.
We messed around for a while and then realized we were going to be late. We skipped dinner and got ready for the party. We got into my Mercedes and drove to the party.
I think that was where it all started! "Yes Kenneth it was!" Said Dr. Maphesto.
I remember drinking a lot of whiskey, and I got very drunk. Usually I don't get very drunk, but I hadn't eaten anything because we skipped dinner so we wouldn't be late. I remember meeting Dr. Maphesto and his wife for the first time. Dr. Maphesto was about 5'7" and I was surprised to see his wife to be about 6'3" tall and about 260 lbs.! They were quite the odd couple and I couldn't resist commenting to my wife. I looked at her and said, "Honey, did you see Dr. Maphesto and his wife? Why would a buffarilla like her want a little man like him? I bet she couldn't even have sex with the little shrimp."
Just then, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and it was Dr. Maphesto's wife. She was obviously upset and I tried to apologize, but she ran over to her husband. I could see her pointing at us and crying. I walked over to them and tried to apologize, but they were just too upset. They left the party. As the Dr. walked by me he looked at me with an evil glare and said, "I will teach you a lesson you'll never forget! Then we'll see who's the "big man" then won't we!" It kind of upset me but I just blew it off. We stayed until the party was over and then my wife drove us home.