Jeff sat down at the Chronivac, and started typing. First, he adjusted his dad's stress levels. And the squeaking stopped. He glanced over his shoulder. His tiny father was stretched out under the sunlamp scratching himself with a stupid grin on his face. Jeff grinned, and knocked 30 years off his dad's age. The younger version of Jim stopped scratching and started jerking off. Not only had Jeff made him younger, but he had elevated his hormones and libido to almost their max. Jeff snickered. He started to target one of his brothers, when he had an awful thought. His super horny micro dad still had sperm, and maybe twenty times as many as he used to have, Jeff could end up with lots of little brothers, if dad got out. To Jeff the logical thing was to make his father gay, at least for now, so he wouldn't be able to impregnate a woman. 100% gay. Click.
He glanced back, and his young dad nodded at him and winked as he continued to masturbate. Jeff hoped that would do it.
Rob was in the shower. Using all the hot water again, thought Jeff unhappily. He grinned, dad always used to warn the boys that if they used too much hot water, they'd shrink. The Chronivac toggle appeared for relative size, all features would adjust proportionally. The viewing window opened showing Rob shampooing his hair with his eyes closed. He dropped six inches in height, and reached up to adjust the shower head. He rinsed and reapplied, and the shower head seemed to have moved again. He turned to look up at the shower head, it was now three feet above his head. He couldn't reach it with his shrunken arms. He panicked, and turned off the hot water completely. He shivered in the ice cold spray, and the faucet valve receded from his grasp. He reached over his head and managed to completely turn off the water. But he found himself hanging naked from the valve with his feet kicking in the air over the tub drain.
Jeff was grinning, He picked up a small animal carrier, in which he had brought mice from the pet store to feed his long gone snake. He glanced back at the screen. Rob had let go of the faucet valve and dropped into the tub. He was rubbing a bruised knee and looking up at the steep walls of the tub. At eleven inches tall, Rob wasn't going anywhere. It was definitely more fun to slowly shrink his victims than to do it instantly.
Dave opened the bathroom door.
"Rob? Jeff? Bill?" he asked. "Damn, they know the rules, door closed only when using the bathroom. Otherwise open when it's available. I know I heard the water shut off five minutes ago, and I've been waiting out here for three minutes," he grumbled, and headed to the toilet which was next to the tub.
He walked over and moved Rob's towel, and raised the toilet seat, and immediately sent a hot stream of piss into the bowl.
Rob was jumping up and down in the tub shouting in his now wee high pitched voice.
Dave glanced around, and then he looked down and saw tiny Rob in the tub. He turned and gasped, and the continuing stream of pee blasted Rob in the chest and face sending him backwards into the tub.
Jeff now had selected Dave as his next subject. And slowly began shrinking him.
Dave looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. Then he looked down at tiny Rob.
"Someone must've slipped me some acid at the party?" Dave said uncertainly. He knelt down to examine his tiny brother more closely.
"I wish you were hallucinating, but I've really shrunk," squeaked Rob.
"That's impossible! How?"
"I don't know how! Maybe that new bodywash? Or some weird experiment? I don't know. Just get me out of here, and get me cleaned up, I smell like a urinal!" whined Rob.
Dave carefully took him over to the sink and washed him with a washcloth under the tap, while repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, Rob."
"Let's find dad, he'll know what to do," Dave said brightly. He wrapped Rob in a toga-like dry washcloth, and turned toward the door. He tripped on his pant legs, and stumbled catching himself against the door. It was then his normal size pants fell from his shrinking waist. He must've lost 3 inches at least. Dave let out a shriek, and pulled up his pants. He didn't want to be the same size as Rob. Holding Rob in one hand, and his belted waistband in his other hand, Dave rushed down the hall to his father's bedroom.
Bing. Subject Four is out of range. Dang, Bill left the house. Jeff would have to deal with him when he got home from wherever he had gone off to.
Dave was now shorter than a third grader. He dropped his heavy pants, and instead held on to his over size boxers. Rob was growing heavy in his hand, as their relative size differences decreased.