Jeff could hardly believe the news as he recounted the phone call to Jennifer. The offer from Watkin's mARket research seemed almost too good to be true—a two-year supply of undergarments in exchange for their feedback. The couple exchanged excited glances, imagining the savings and picturing the packages arriving in neat little bundles. "Just think, Jen, no more shopping for underwear for two whole years," "It sounds perfect, Jeff. Let's hope they're comfortable,"

Jeff stands at the door, bewildered by the size of the delivery—far larger than he'd expected. The driver, clad in a crisp blue uniform, steps out with a stack of papers and a clipboard, his demeanor brisk but friendly. Jennifer joins Jeff, curiosity in her eyes as they glance over the contract, the fine print barely legible. Without hesitation, they sign, eager to see their promised bounty. "This must be for a lot of testers," "Or maybe they packed extra,"

As the mist settles, Jeff and Jennifer feel a sudden wave of dizziness, their surroundings spinning before their eyes. They slump onto the sofa, the familiar cushions now seeming vast and distant. The driver, unfazed, begins unloading enormous boxes, lining them up in the hallway with practiced efficiency. The air feels charged, anticipation mingling with confusion as the couple struggles to stay alert. "I feel... strange," "Me too. What's happening?"

Jeff and Jennifer's clothes pool around them as their bodies shrink, limbs and features softening until they resemble toddlers, bewildered and helpless. The driver gently lifts the tiny couple out of their oversized clothing and places them into disposable diapers, arranging them on the sofa as if it were a crib. The boxes loom large, their contents suddenly far more ominous than anticipated. Delivery Man: Tall, methodical, with an air of detached efficiency. "We'll be calling back each week to see how you like them,"

Jeff peers at Jennifer, his voice barely a squeak, yet the bond between them remains strong. The reality of their situation settles in, and the couple tries to make sense of their new predicament. The boxes of undergarments seem endless, a reminder of the contract they'd signed without reading, and their home feels suddenly unfamiliar. "Jennifer, we need to figure out what was in that contract," "I wish we'd read it. We have to find a way out of this,"

Jeff and Jennifer huddle together, determined to face the bizarre challenge ahead. The silence is broken only by the ticking clock and distant sounds of life outside, their world forever changed by one impulsive decision. As the shadows deepen, hope flickers inside them—they will find a way to escape the experiment and reclaim their lives. But for now, they must endure and adapt, their comments on the product more critical than ever.