Todd drove home in a daze. It wasn't far -- he lived about a mile away -- and traffic was
so light he barely noticed the trip. Sitting at the very front of the seat, he was able to
manage the pedals as the big steering wheel rolled under his hands. His truck gave him a
little elevation over most of the other cars, but his reduced vantage was clear every
moment of the trip. Pulling along side a convertible, he looked over and down at the large
man who drove it. Of course the driver wasn't unusually large, but every man seemed
large to Todd now. "I've shrunk," he mumbled aloud. "I've actually, fucking shrunk," he
said louder, with a shake of his head, still somewhat disbelieving it despite his senses.
Pulling into the driveway and turning off the truck, Todd wrestled his toolbox out of the
car. It was heavier, but the real inconvenience was its volume. Along each dimension the
box was larger than usual. To make matters worse, his hands and arms were smaller. For
a split second, Todd thought of leaving it in his truck, but he had plans for the magic
wand which was hidden inside. He couldn't afford for that to go missing. With a little
awkwardness he got out of the truck, toolbox in hand, and headed to the front door.
This brought up a new problem he hadn't really noticed while driving. Cumming in his
clothes had seemed extremely hot at the time, but was getting very uncomfortable. As
everything dried and started to stick in place, the skin and hair in his crotch was getting
yanked with every stride. Sliding the key in the lock, he quickly went inside and started
stripping off his clothes for a shower. His roommate wouldn't be home for another half
hour, but he stashed the toolbox deep in his closet anyway. He thought about taking the
wand out just for a moment -- just to look at it, but his groin discomfort brought him
back to his original plan of getting in the shower. He tossed his clothes into a pile and
closed the door to his room behind him.
Once in the bathroom, naked, with the lights on, Todd was reminded of his new smallness.
He had never forgotten his size, but for a few moments his mind had been crowded with
more mundane thoughts. The man in the mirror looked oddly small as Todd watched his
synchronized movements. The proportions were wrong for a child, but the size was
wrong for an adult. Watching the small creature move off the edge of the mirror as Todd
approached the tub was both arousing and disturbing at the same time.
The shower, on the other hand, held none of the afternoon's other discomforts. Todd had
the water on in a moment, and it had the same familiar feeling as always. The soap was
large, but not so dramatically that it was a problem. The shower head was a little high,
and the angle was a little funny, but it was really just like he remembered from being a
kid. He looked at his body in the shower. It wasn't particularly masculine. He had no hair
on his chest or face, and only a little on the rest of his body below the neck. Pulling the
shower curtain back slightly so he could look out into the rest of the large bathroom he
wondered if he really was just a kid -- maybe he wasn't an adult and his body had never
"grown up".
Todd often had such fantasies. Sometimes they were about age regression, and other
times his body just shrunk or had always stayed small. As a child he had wanted to be big
and manly, but after all the intervening years he had long since given up on that and
instead really enjoyed the idea of serving a musclebear's pleasure. Just thinking about it
made his little dick stand up again in the shower.
Soon the afternoon's events were replaying in his mind's eye as he jacked off. For years he
had wanted to get a close look at Paul's body. Today was so much more than that. Paul
had actually been holding him and kissing him like he really enjoyed Todd too. And then
the shrinking! First, realizing he'd shrunk, and then continuing to reduce while the hairy
bear jacked off next to him. At first Todd was Paul's same height, then eye level with
Paul's nose. Todd was stroking himself faster now as he went through the reverie. Paul
started shooting and Todd's eye level was reduced to Paul's chin. The shrinking seemed to
go faster while Paul's dick was unloading, squeezing Todd down.
Visualizing Paul's swelling dick, remembering the weight of the larger man's balls and the
warmth of his arm was too much for Todd. He started shooting hard, with cum flying high
in the air as his short rod spat out the pressure. Shot after shot, Todd's orgasm gradually
wound down and he looked at his hardon. It had always been small, but right now -- fully
hard -- it seemed even smaller than usual. Todd measured it against his palm with a sigh
and said to himself, "Well, you finally have a good reason to be so small." While the rest of
his body had contracted proportionally, his penis had definitely taken an extra hit of
shrinking.
Todd turned the water off and was soon wrapped up in a big towel, and in his own
thoughts. Drying off, he took in more of the bathroom than he had on his way to the
shower. Reality started to set in about just how small he was now. It was impossible to
tell his height for sure, but he guessed it had to be around five feet based on his
recollection of standing next to Paul. His cock started stiffening again at the focus on his
diminution, and he caressed it thoughtfully. "Maybe we can do something about your
size," he said, wrapping the towel fully around his body and looking forward to holding
the silver wand again. In truth, he wasn't sure if he would use the wand to enlarge his
dick, or shrink it even more. Just the thought made his erection pound at full-mast.
Safely back in his room with the door closed, Todd let the towel drop. He had planned to
go straight to the wand, dick in hand, but the room felt cold against his damp skin and his
boner was wilting. Looking over, he saw the window was open. Instead of closing it, he
turned towards his dresser, now taller than he was. With some difficulty, he managed the
drawers and soon had a few clothes handy.
Stepping into his underwear, he knew immediately that it was wrong. He pulled it up
anyway just to confirm, and it fell promptly back to his ankles when he let go. These
clothes were too big for him -- way too big. It was like playing with his dad's clothes
when he was 8. Obviously this wasn't going to work, and it suggested that there might be
a lot of problems with being small that he hadn't included in his fantasies. On the other
hand, he realized he could correct everything with the wand in a minute anyway.
Kicking the clean clothes aside, he went back to his pile of used ones. They had shrunk
with him, so they should be able to keep him comfortable while he decided which wish
was his most important one. The underwear were beyond salvaging, so he started with his
shirt. The neck and sleeves which had fit perfectly when he pulled them off were clearly
meant for someone much larger. His jeans barely stayed on his hips, and he rolled the
extra material on each leg into cuffs. The clothes weren't comically large, as his normal-
sized underwear had been, but they were definitely many sizes too big.
Todd had a sinking sensation in his gut. Grabbing a pencil and tape measure off the top
of his dresser, he quickly stood against the wall and marked his height. Holding the tab of
the tape measure with a toe, he counted out the inches up the wall mumbling, "12, 24,
36." At 36, he knew something was wrong... he wasn't bent over enough. "Come on 60,"
he coaxed the tape measure as it passed 42, knowing that 60 inches would confirm his
previous expectation of being 5 feet tall. But the tape didn't go to 60. Instead, it stopped
at 51.
51 inches. That was 4 feet 3 inches. He double-checked his measurement. Maybe it was
51 1/2 or maybe 50 1/2, but he knew he had done nothing incorrect. Todd's mind
wheeled, shocked. "4-3," he mumbled. Todd knew Paul was 5' 10", so that would make
him more than a foot and a half shorter than his hunk. But Todd knew there was no way
that he had been that small standing with Paul. On top of the evidence provided by his
reduced yet still oversized clothes, Todd knew he had to accept what was happening. "I'm
still shrinking," he whispered harshly, simultaneously thrilled and terrified.
Terror became the dominant emotion as he heard the front door open. Brad was home.
Now Brad was also a hunk, but their relationship was cordial, not close. Todd dropped the
tape measure with a clatter and backed away from the door as he felt his enlarged
roommate softly vibrate the house with each step. Brad was the subject of many of Todd's
fantasies -- probably most, in fact, because it was easy to see Brad's hairy chest around
the house and occasionally catch a glimpse of something more. Brad was blissfully
oblivious to Todd's interest, and Todd planned to keep it that way.
Like a sudden sugar rush, Todd felt his face flush with excitement. He had a magic wand
in his closet! What was he worried about? A few inches? An alarmed roommate? Brad
was about to become a horny sex god, enjoying every moment of being worshipped by a
slowly shrinking supplicant! Todd practically threw his small body into the closet and
dove for the toolbox.
The lid flopped open in the dim light, and Todd reached exactly to where he had placed
the wand. His hand closed around the long, rough handle of a wrench. Leaning back,
Todd looked hard at the top tray of his toolbox. He saw his old, familiar tools, but
nothing that could be mistaken for a magic wand. Heart beating faster, Todd pulled the
toolbox out of the closet and tipped it over. Maybe the wand had fallen into the bottom of
the box. But the wand was nowhere to be found. With escalating alarm, and noise, Todd
spread the contents of his toolbox over the floor. After 60 seconds, there was plenty of
hardware arrayed at his feet, but no wand.
By now, terror had completely won Todd over. His head was spinning from the emotional
roller-coaster. His dick was soft and small, his skin cold but dry, and his heart pounding
in his ears. Without the wand, what was he going to do?
As if in answer, he heard a knock on his door. "Hey, Todd, I need to do some work on my
car in the driveway. Can you move your truck to the curb?" Brad called in, his baritone
voice loud in Todd's small ears.
Todd froze, except for his eyes. They slid around the room looking for options. He had
made way too much noise to pretend he was asleep now. The window was open... he
could escape, but then what? The bed... at his size, he could slip under the bed, and Brad
wouldn't look for him there. The door... he could open the door, all 51 inches of him, and
watch Brad levitate in shock.
The knock came again. "Hey. Todd. Open up."