Immediately before his lifted foot was to step on the reduced Bryan, Josh happened to look down and see the tiny teenager's jumping and waving form.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled, jumping backward. The giant lost his footing and fell on his muscled ass with a thump that shook the house and knocked Bryan off his feet again.
When the little man stood up again, he realized that his uncle's roommate was staring directly at him, his eyes bugging and his mouth hanging open, a caricature of shock.
"Josh, it's me! Bryan!"
"You really DID shrink! What happened?!?!?" Josh leaned forward but made no other move toward the six-inch-tall figure.
Bryan winced at the loudness of the giant's voice. "I don't know! Dad thinks it's because we . . . but I WASN'T!" He could neither meet the frisbee-sized eyes, not admit that his father thought they'd shrunk because they were masturbating.
"Wait, your father's that size, too?" A new edge had come into Josh's voice.
"Yeah, and Brett, too! They're in the living room!"
*
Listening to this exchange, Paul wanted to throttle his blabbermouth son. It was bad enough that he'd called Josh against his wishes, but to then give away Paul's location to his gay brother's lover was too much. Of course, neither Bryan nor Brett knew that their uncle was gay. They just thought Josh was his roommate. But kids should obey their parents, who know best. Because of Bryan, they were possibly going to enter a more unpleasant phase of their shrunken lives.
*
Josh turned and saw his lover's brother and nephew standing in the doorway to the living room, each also reduced to six inches tall. "Oh. My. God," he muttered, scooting over to get a closer look. He saw the uncomfortable look on Paul's face and allowed himself a smirk. He didn't know what he was going to do next, but it certainly was fun to see the arrogant and domineering Paul DeSoto cut down to size.