The scream reverberated throughout the house.
Paul, about to cum, jumped out of bed and grabbed his robe, barely closing it around his naked form before darting out of the room. He nearly crashed headlong into Bryan, who was coming down the hall.
"What is it? Was that you?" asked Paul, simultaneously darting his head around to look for the source of trouble and making sure his erection was covered by the robe. It was. In fact, the robe covered a lot more of him than it usually did.
"It must be Brett," Bryan said. "Maybe he slipped in the shower!" Paul noticed that his middle son seemed to be unconsciously holding his pants up. He was about to ask him what was going on when the yell came again. Definitely Brett, definitely the bathroom.
"Brett, are you OK? Brett?" Paul banged on the door. The sleeve of his robe kept flopping over his hand, getting in his way as he tried the doorknob (was it higher for some reason?).
"Dad! Oh my god!" yelled Paul's youngest son. It sounded like someone was torturing him in the bathroom.
"Brett, open the door!"
"I CAN'T!"
"Stand back from the door!" Paul yelled, giving up on the locked doorknob. He threw himself against the frame, causing a tremendous thud but nothing else. The door remained shut.
Bryan watched his father throw himself again and again at the closed bathroom door. Something was wrong. Paul was a powerful man who should have been able to reduce the door to matchsticks with one punch, but he seemed somehow less powerful at the moment. Something was VERY wrong. His father seemed to Bryan to be the same size as ever, but why was his robe so big, and why did he look strangely small in comparison with the door?
Paul threw himself at the door again. This time, it did the trick, and he flew into the room, ready to rescue his son.
And there was Brett, curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing. What's wrong with him, Bryan wondered. He was almost paralyzed with worry.
Paul noticed it first. Gruffly he ordered Brett to stand up, and when the weeping boy would not, he reached down and pulled him to his feet.
It was then that Bryan, speechless with horror, saw what had happened: Brett had somehow been reduced to the size of a small child!