... was Brett. Matt looked around to see if he could run somewhere, but there was nowhere to go. He was going to be caught. His best chance was to hold still and hope he wasn't seen.
Brett didn't look around the room when he came in. His gaze stayed steady, straight ahead, and he went over to Mr. DeSoto's dresser. His movements were robotic and lifeless, as if he was under some kind of mind-control. Brett began to go through the drawers, and started picking out a set of clothes as well as Mr. DeSoto's wallet and watch.
Matt realized he was going to be OK for now. He grabbed the cordless phone off the nightstand and scurried back under the bed. Fortunately, he seemed to have stopped shrinking... but he hadn't started growing back yet. Matt waited while Brett gathered his package and left the room. In his inattention, Brett had left the door to the room wide open.
As Matt considered his options, he started to grow back again. Whew! No phone call was going to be needed after all. Matt heard the front door of the house close. He was three feet tall again, and starting to feel comfortable with the idea of making another sojourn into the house. In just a few minutes, he would be big enough to make the trip.
At about three and a half feet, Matt realized he had stopped growing. He waited, breathlessly, to see what would happen next... and sure enough, it was him shrinking. Down from 3 1/2 feet, Matt descended again to three feet. Then his shrinking stopped again. His growth resumed.
Matt went back and forth like this for about five minutes. Growing for a bit, then shrinking back down, then growing again. Steve must have been playing with himself. Damn him! That phone call was needed after all. Matt waited until he was just starting to shrink again and then dialed.
Ring. Ring. Matt noticed he stopped shrinking. The phone must have distracted Steve. Steve answered: "Hello?"
"Hi Steve!" Matt tried to sound friendly instead of pissed. "This is Matt calling. You know, we met at Paul DeSoto's house this afternoon." Oops. Matt realized that was the wrong thing to say, as he started shrinking again.
"Oh, sure," Steve said, "How could I forget?"
"Yeah, it was fun," Matt said, trying to hurry the conversation along. "Well, I'm calling to say you need to either get your rocks off or put that dick of yours away. This business of playing with yourself is causing me a real problem over here." OK! That comment surprised Steve. Matt's shrinking had stopped.
"I -- I don't understand." Steve said.
Matt considered his options. He was probably going to have to tell Steve what was going on sooner or later. Might as well try to enlist his help now. "Your dick controls my size. When it is hard, I shrink. When it is soft, I grow back." That was the wrong thing to say. Matt started shrinking again. He tried to press his point. "So, when you play with yourself, my size starts changing all over the place."
Steve was quiet for a moment. "You mean to tell me that you are shrinking right now?" Steve asked slowly.
"Yes," Matt said as his shrinking accelerated. This conversation was just turning Steve on all the more.
Another pause. The sound of breathing on the line. Matt realized Steve was probably jacking off right now. "So, this big dick of mine is making you smaller and smaller?" Steve asked. Matt almost lost his temper at that point, but he realized that playing phone sex operator might be the best way to get his height back after all.
"Oh, yes," Matt answered. "I'm getting so small for you. With every stroke of that giant rod, I shrink a little more. And those balls of your seem like softballs when I rub my hands over them."
"Yeah?" Steve said, breathy.
"Yeah," Matt replied, slipping below three feet again.