Stunned, Paul looked down at himself and around the room, finally realizing what had been happening to him. From below, Brett looked up in wonder and fear. His father looked so big to him, how could he also have shrunk?
"This is impossible," he muttered, then addressed his youngest and smallest son. "What did you say you were doing when you . . ." Paul couldn't bring himself to say the word "shrunk."
Brett paused before blurting, "I was jerking off."
"I was, too," Paul whispered, leaning against the wall for support. How could this be happening to him?
"You WERE?" Brett squeaked, trying to imagine such a thing. He thought playing with yourself was kid stuff. Paul didn't answer. Instead he turned around and saw Bryan, looking, except for his horrified expression, the same as he normally did. But, since Paul had shrunk, that detail meant . . .
"Bryan, you are shrinking, too," Paul said quietly, realizing that as the adult here, he needed to set a calm example. Inside, he was shrieking with the greatest terror he had ever felt.
Bryan swallowed and nodded, having just figured this out for himself. What was happening to all of them?
"Were you, uh, touching yourself, too?"
"NO!" cried his son, blushing. It was true, but his scandalized reaction made Paul think otherwise. Still, he didn't press the issue.
"We need to turn on the television and see if this is happening anywhere else," Paul decided. "And if not, we are going to have to call someone to come over and help us figure out what's going on. Bryan, help your brother and then follow me downstairs."