Bryan lay in the underwear drawer, watching the room outside get brighter with the sun. It was morning, and he'd survived the night as a shrunken man. The question was, would he survive the day? How about the rest of his life? Whatever had made him this small had not worn off in sleep, and there seemed little enough hope it would ever wear off.
Curled up on his giant friend's socks and underwear, Bryan began to cry.
***
David had been unable to sleep much since his dream woke him. He lay in bed thinking about what had happened and what he WANTED to happen. Even though he had cum, his erection never faded.
"This is wrong," he told himself. "Bryan is my best friend. I've got to help him!"
But how? From where he lay, he could see that the drawer was undisturbed from how he'd left it. Bryan had not grown back in the night, and now they had to decide what to do next. Should they contact Bryan's father? Would Bryan want David to keep him from anyone else he knew?
As he lay there, David heard a high-pitched vibrating noise coming from the drawer. It was soft but audible. Was something else happening to Bryan? Carefully, so as not to disturb the small man, David climbed out of bed and tiptoed across the room.
Peeking in the drawer, he saw his friend curled up into a sobbing ball. Oh man, thought Bryan.
The next thing he noticed was that that sobbing ball was a lot smaller than it ought to be. Bryan, it seemed had shrunk by half in the night. The doll's clothes he wore bagged ridiculously around the six-inch crying boy.
Oh man!