Steve lay on his bed watching his underwear tent out in an enormous boner. Damn, he was horny. What was happening to him, anyway? Until yesterday, he'd had women on the brain 24/7. Now all he could think about was that shrinking kid.
His cock throbbed impatiently, waiting for him to take it in hand.
No, thought Steve. That's wrong. He's too young for me, and the fact that he's a boy makes things a lot worse.
So Steve tried to ignore the insistent message from below.
***
Under the bed, Matt felt himself grow smaller and smaller and cursed his impossible situation. Damn Mr. DeSoto for making such a malevolent wish! How could Matt go through life when he might start to shrink at any moment, a transformation incited by the sex drive of a man he didn't even know!?!
"I've got to get in touch with this guy," he thought, making sure he still had Steve's contact information. "I could call him on the phone and tell him to get soft quick. That's my only hope!"
It was a distant hope, though. As soon as the two-foot-tall Matt slid out from under the bed, the bedroom door swung open. There, framed against the hallway light, was . . .