And by the time they had eaten their lunch, they noticed that Jon had once again changed.
And it was quite an obvious change, because just as he was getting up to put his dish in the sink, his feet slipped right out of his shoes. Jon was already his mother's height, but now it seemed he was starting to lose mass to match her. His shoes were too large for his now much more petite feet, his shirt hung loosely about his thinner arms, and his pants were about to fall off from his slimming waist.
In fact, it seemed the changes were not just becoming more drastic, but occurring faster. It hadn't escaped Jon's notice that his only real change during the night was his hair; and yet now his height and weight were both changing drastically within the span of a few hours.
"Oh God," Jon lamented in his mother's voice. "It's getting worse. I can't even wear my clothes now."
