Kent felt himself starting to shrink and compact, the incredible lankiness starting to slide downward as he sat coiled like an eel in the corner of the bathroom. His dick, however, did not shrink up too, but kept the same overall length it had gained since it had grown along with him. Worse, each foot of height he lost converted into an inch added to his penis.
Ty was actually making it ratchet: shrink a foot, gain an inch, shrink a foot, gain an inch. Finally, he was down to something over seven feet with a cock two and a half feet long. "Stop!" Kent cried out. "Stop!"
"What's the matter?" Ty said and waved his hand.
Kent looked at himself, relieved that the shrinkage--and growth-had stopped, at least for the moment.
"Look at me," Kent said. "It's down past my knees. If I go back to my old height, I'm going to start tripping over it."
"Won't your mom freak at your new height?"
"Not as much as I'd freak out tripping on my dick."
"Okay," Ty said. "You can stay that height, and length. And I'll even make it so your mom thinks it's normal." Ty added, "For you, at least."