Matt was less than two feet tall and running out of things to say. It was true he'd been a macrophile for as long as he could remember, and that he'd had a lot of sexual fantasies on the topic, but Steve was so demanding that he used up all of the material he could think of . . . and STILL no results. He was still shrinking. Even using the phone was awkward at this side, and Matt wondered how long he'd be able to keep it up . . . or if Steve's cock would make that decision for him by shrinking him to nothingness.
"And I look up at your gigantic body . . ." Matt was saying, when suddenly he stopped shrinking. He was eighteen inches tall.
"Steve? Did you cum?" Matt was unsure of this. Steve had made no sound, nor was Matt yet growing back. Steve's cock must be in between hardness and softness.
"No," said the older man. He sounded as if he was taking deep breaths to control himself, calm himself down.
Matt was unsure of how to proceed. "Uh . . . are you going to? Or maybe you're, uh, done for the evening?"
"I've been holding myself back," Steve growled. "Talk is cheap, little man. I want you to come over as soon as you can."
"What?!?!"
"You heard me. Get over here, or else I'll get hard again and put a rubber band around it. We'll see how long you can hold out then."
"But! But! It's late, and I've got school tomorrow. I just want to go home," Matt whined.
"Tough shit. I'll let you grow back now, but if you're not here in an hour, I can't promise what will happen."
Tears came to Matt's eyes as he started to grow again. He couldn't believe what was happening. Paul's wish on Steve was making the other construction worker crazy, and Matt was the object of his twisted affections! How was he going to get out of this? He only had an hour to either grow back and get to the address Steve had written down, or else to get the wand back from Mr. DeSoto, who was this moment doing god-knew-what with it.
What should he do?