Paul DeSoto led the way across the yard from the Lairds' house to his own. He walked slowly, allowing his new pets to keep up with him. He'd never felt so powerful and in control of a situation. The want was his. The small men to whom he was magically attracted were his. Anything he wanted in the entire world--whatever he could imagine--was his.
Below and slightly behind him, Jim and Matt jogged to keep up with their new "owner." Jim wore a scowl, but his son wasn't sure how he felt about all of this. On the one hand, he'd always been a macrophile. He'd shrunk Mr. DeSoto the day before as a lark, but he was equally attracted to being small himself. And being gay, this turn of events was even more interesting. And yet, it sounded like his life, as he'd known it, was now over for good. He'd never finish high school or go to college or be an adult on his own in the world. His lust for Paul DeSoto notwithstanding, he'd never fall in love or go through all of the other ups and downs that billions of normal people all over the world would. Not to mention that the younger DeSoto men had never really liked Matt, and he couldn't imagine what they'd do when they found out he was now at their mercy.
And on the other hand, there was Mr. DeSoto, as big as a building and hotter than anything Matt had ever seen! The horny teenager started to get hard; he couldn't help it.
He was mortified when his father looked over at him and noticed. "Well, I hope you're happy, son. This is the worst thing that could have happened, and it's all because you had to get involved with things beyond your control. You've ruined BOTH of our lives!"
"I'm sorry, Dad." Matt started to cry then, the realization that he and his father were now nothing more (and quite a bit less) than slaves finally hitting him. But there was nothing to be done as the bizarre trio reached the DeSoto's front steps and Paul led the way up.