Max walked down the sidewalk on the long journey back to his house. All that had happened over the last couple of hours titillated him as progressively more erotic ideas filled his young mind. At his side, he held a full cloth back filled with carefully wrapped potions and vials. The old couple had been incredibly supportive and even excited themselves by his fantasies.
He paused and bit his lip, fighting down a boner, as he replayed the sight of the attractive GiLF shrinking down to the size of a toy for him. It had been even more amazing watching her grow back to her original size.
Fuck, he had to get home before he jizzed his pants!
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the handsome young man turned a corner and reached his street. There, he found his house at the end of the block and took a deep breath as he casually unlocked the door and walked inside. There, he found his mother sipping wine in the living room while reading and his dad happily tinkering with a model plane on the kitchen table through his square glasses.
"Mom! Dad!" Max called. "I'm back!"
"There's leftovers in the fridge, darling!" His mom called back.
"Uh, I was thinking I might go out and visit with Lindsay." Max tried not to blush.
His dad chuckled and turned from his model work to wave a pen knife in Max's general direction. "You know, I think it's healthy for a boy your age to go see as many girls as he can! I just wish you'd bring one of them home to meet us one day."
"Daaaad, stop!" Max blushed.
His mom chuckled at her son's apparent embarrassment. "Oh, don't worry, Max, we'll keep our noses out of your business. I know you're a responsible young man. Go have fun! Enjoy your Saturday night!"
"Thanks, ma." Max smiled, awkwardly heading upstairs to his room and ignoring the little giggle from his parents.
***
Once upstairs, Max carefully emptied the contents of the bag onto his bed and began to examine his new toys. He had bought a little bit of everything to try out, something the old couple had been very supportive of. He carefully unwrapped the elegant hexagonal glass vials and the larger tinted beakers filled with delightful and exotic greens. He sloshed around some of the fluid and found the consistency much like colored water.
With a smile, he picked up one of the less concentrated vials and decided he needed to try it out for himself. Remembering the instructions he had been given, he knew he wouldn't need more than a cap to become a very tiny size. Any more, and he might shrink dangerously small. Smaller than an ant. Smaller than a flea. Small enough to get lost in a microscopic world until it all wore off.
He checked the vial he held in his hand and made sure it was the stuff that wore off quickly. It was. He would have about an hour from the time the shrink ended before he grew back to his normal self. Pausing to think clearly, he made sure he carefully rewrapped all the other vials and packed them away in his closet.
Max grinned as he realized he was rock hard with excitement. He held the vial in his trembling hand and took a deep breath. Carefully, he undid the cap, carefully set it on his dresser, and then *slowly* poured some shrinking potion into it. Just enough to almost fill the cap. He set down the vial, took a deep long breath in, and picked up the cap.
With a smile, he upended the cap in his mouth and marvelled at the delicious sweet and smoky taste in his mouth. He gulped it down. As he replaced the cap on the vial and left it on his dresser, he started to feel warm. He hard on twitched in his shorts and he staggered a little. Max felt the warmth grow more sensual. All of his body tingled with pleasure, just as he had asked.
If he hadn't of been already heavily aroused, he would have been forced to become so from the pleasurable tingles and warmth. Suddenly, he jolted. Just like the old lady, he realized. It was starting!
His 16 year old prick jumped in excitement and he almost let out a moan. He felt the shrinking happening. It was like all of him was experiencing the rush of falling at once. He opened his eyes and was startled to see he was only eye level to the top of his dresser. The feeling intensified and he felt his clothes sagging off of him as his height diminished.
Soon, Max was only tall enough to see over his bed. His clothes fell off of him and he stepped out of his giant shirt collar in amazement as he become the size of a Greg doll, no more than twelve inches. He tried to resist frantically masturbating. It felt sooo good. Still, he had a little more to go. He continued shrinking well past six inches and now stood ankle deep in his fluffy bedroom carpet. A few more seconds later, he hit the second jolt and stared in amazement at his giant surroundings, stomach sinking with vertigo as he looked up at the massive ceiling above him. He was only two inches tall!
"Holy shit!" He squeaked, awed at the carpeted wasteland before him, the hills of his piled clothing, and the mountains of the furniture he normally knew as unremarkable. With a huge grin and a burst of energy, he let out a squeal of delight and ran for cover under his bed. There, he sat on the comfortable carpeting and stared up at the cavernous bed frame above him. Everything was so huge!
Well, might as well enjoy his hour! With a sly grin, he closed his eyes and began to imagine what he could do to himself... and others. He began to squeeze and stroke his cock. His fantasy had become reality. It felt so surreal and so erotic to be a tiny young man masturbating under his own bed. Oh, he was going to have so much fun! Imagine, shrinking so small he could sneak into places he shouldn't be. Or... or making girls tiny. Or the jocks that tormented him at school. Or his teachers... or... his favorite teacher. The lovely Ms. Kim, his Asian teacher crush.
Oh man! That did it! He began to go to town on himself and tugged and masturbated in burning excitement as he imagined holding her in the palm of his hand.
Just as he was about to finally cum, though, the door to his room suddenly opened.