Now it was Brendon's turn to sit on the closed toilet lid alone, staring over himself in a mixture of horror and fascination as he waited for Megan to finish washing up. At practically two foot nothing, she felt extremely vulnerable and ashamed. She was never such a whore. She was a good girl.
As she emerged from the hot shower, and had to climb over the edge of the tub. Dripping wet, she managed to jump up and pull down the towel from the rod well above her head.
"All right." She motioned to Brendon, wrapping herself up in the giant towel. "Your turn."
"We need to get dad." Brendon said with pale fear. "H-He'll... I bet this is all his fault, somehow!"
"I know." Megan nodded to him. "You just get your little ass washed. I'll go downstairs."
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Rick grunted a final time as he dribbled only a couple drops of cum. Something pinged inside of him. He knew he was back to his normal size. Exhausted, blushing, he rose shakily from the corner of the basement and went for the clothes that had fallen off his body as he had shrunk. In moments, he was dressed, just in time to hear a knock at the basement door.
Rick hobbled up the stairs, hoping he didn't smell too much like sex, and unclasped the big metal lock on the inside of the door.
He opened it to find a pathetic and semi-damp Megan staring up at him. They exchanged eye contact and Rick gasped in surprise.
"P-Please, Mr. Johnson..." She gulped, her voice adorable and high pitched. "W-We need help. We've shrunk."
Rick considered HOW that had happened and nodded quickly. "U-Uh yes, of course. I..." He stared at the tiny young girl and blinked several times.