Marco's height dwindled shorter and shorter. His clothes were getting looser, and he was holding his pants up with his left hand. The spell shrank him the full 6 inches. He was 5'10", a very normal height, but for someone who was just 6'3", it was a big drop. He let go of his jeans to pick the book back up, and they slipped down to his knees. Turning a bit red at the embarrassment, he pulled the jeans off, then his now baggy shirt. He looked his body over... he looked the same, but shorter, so his proportion's had stayed the same. He saw the slightly empty front of his breifs, and thought about how he could change his 3 inch dick... well, it was 3 inches when he was 6'3"... He rifled through the book, looking for a spell to make it bigger, seeing a word he always equated with his dick, he read aloud.
"If growing larger will give you mirth,
This spell shall increase your girth.
Growing heavy, pulling down.
Growing larger pound on pound?"
Marco scratched his head at that last line. Maybe it meant his dick would grow until it was two pounds? Francisco, who was still under the couch could tell what it meant though. He looked on in amazement as his already huge boyfriend began to grow larger. It started most noticibly at his abs, they softened, slowly fading as his tight stomach became soft. Marco looked down as he felt the changes, not seeing an enormous bulge, he got a little confused, but was caught off guard when his beginner belly exploded with size. The little stomach heaved out before him, and his slender thighs grew until they met in the middle. His hard pecs started to get covered in a fatty goo. "oh no! I read a fattening spell!" Marco's breifs were tight again. Not because his member was filling the fabric, but because his fat ass was. Rolls were bunching up on his hips. The breifs were fighting to hold his butt in. His stomach sagged over his dick, and his chest drooped on each side. In a few seconds, the breifs popped and fell from his fatty legs. Marco stood for a few seconds, just growing fatter... soon, it stopped. He was no longer the fit bodybuilder... now he was a fat bellybuilder.
Marco sat on the couch... all 450 pounds of him, the couch whined as he sat. Francisco scurried out from under it, fearing it's collapse. He rubbed the huge erection he got from watching Marco chub up like that, and made his way to the leg of the coffee table. He climbed on and began to make his way up the almost tree-trunk like leg. After much effort, he reached the top of the table, and ran over to Marco as he read the book. "Why can't I find a way to reverse this?" he said out loud. He looked up across the table, and standing there was a tiny francisco with a raging hardon. He looked at the tiny man with amazement, then picked him up in his palm. "What happened to you?" he said, knowing full well the book must've been responsible. Francisco shrugged, then shouted to the big man. "I got some bad news for you... you might be stuck like that! The boys can't find the page that reverses the spells, so they went back to where they got the book!"
Marco's heart sank... he might be stuck as an enormous fatass? And francisco might be stuck at 3 inches tall? His mind raced. If their lives were ruined, they might as well have fun with the book. Even if they can't change back... if the boys found the page however, they'd both be fine.... Marco picked up the book, then rifled through it.