Ty found himself a safe hiding place to watch the mayhem and restarted time.
Ethan continued his walk down the corridor, stood on the banana peel, slipped and fell, landing painfully on his bare ass. The sensation of the cold, hard tiles on his naked skin alerted him to his nudity. Ethan's eyes widened in shock as he looked down to take in his bare body. They widened further into a look of pure horror as he caught sight of his crotch, saw that his mighty truncheon of a cock had shrunk. Sitting flaccidly over his ball sack, it looked barely the same size as a chipolata, less than half the size it had been.
Ethan didn't have time to work out what had happened, though. The classrooms were letting out, and students were spilling onto the corridor. He sprang to his feet and, cupping his shamefully tiny genitals with his hands, he ran as quickly as he could to the locker room, blushing as his classmates whooped and jeered at him - presumably they thought he was streaking for a bet.
Safe in the empty locker room, Ethan began to survey the damage to his transformed crotch. He stifled a sob and tried to hold back the tears as he took it all in. Just minutes earlier, his cock - even soft - had hung pendulous and weighty from his pubis, reaching below the bottom of his large, well-packed ball sack. He was used to feeling the heft of it when he walked, as if it wasn't entirely part of his own body.
Now, though, his soft cock was two inches long, maybe not even that. Rather than hanging from his crotch, it seemed to jut out from his body. His balls seemed smaller too, two marbles almost lost in the folds of a scrotum that now seemed too large for them.
What was he going to do? What was he without his cock - his old cock? It was his best feature, what he was known for. All the guys on the sports team, all the girls knew, he had a massive tool. How was he going to live with this tiny dick? How was he going to satisfy his girlfriend?