Slowly, carefully, Ty snuck from his room and down the hall towards Dustin’s room. His step mother was busy downstairs making breakfast, with the clatter of dishes and the smell of sizzling bacon. That must have meant Mark was sitting in his chair at the head of the table reading the paper.
Ty glanced back down the stairs behind him and confirmed this was the case. Slowly, Ty approached Dustin’s door. He concentrated, and gasped as he could suddenly see through the wall. Dustin was staring at himself in his bedroom mirror, naked. He whimpered as he saw how pathetically small and weak he was. Ty stared at awe for a moment at his once huge and imposing step brother.
What if he was even smaller? How far could he go?
Ty looked back to the stairs nervously, back to Dustin, and smirked slightly.
***
In his room, naked, Dustin felt a sudden twinge and his back straightened in alarm.
“What?”
Without warning, he suddenly shrank a full foot smaller, gasping as he felt himself rush downward. Horrified, he looked down and found he was even thinner and shorter.
“No!” He cried, in a much higher pitched voice, and suddenly bolted for his closed bedroom door.
He almost made it before another shrinking spurt hit his body, stopping him cold in his tracks.
“Auuuuugh!”
Dustin grunted through a grimace as he shrank further, his height dropping fast to a mere three feet tall. As it passed, he stared down in bewilderment at his scrawny emaciated form, and then realized with dread how small he had become.
Whimpering pathetically, it was this moment that Ty opened the door and slowly swung it open, staring down in delight at a small and helpless Dustin.
“T-Ty!” Dustin squeaked. “Help me! Please!”