After his exhilarating session with Matt, Paul felt he needed to work out to burn some
energy. As he did reps on the gym machine in the DeSoto family's spare bedroom, he
suddenly felt a tickling on his crotch. A glance down at his tight green shorts showed a
lump that was moving around in there . . . and it WASN'T his cock.
Although now that he thought of his cock, he could feel IT rustling around, too. Man, he'd
never felt so horny as when he was a tiny man having sex with his giant teen neighbor. It
was like a dream . . . couldn't be real . . . could it?
But back to the matter at hand, he gingerly lowered his pants, prepared to find a mouse or
something, and he found instead . . .
"Jim?!?!"
Jim Laird, Matt's father, was there, one inch tall on his cock.
"Uh, Paul, this isn't what it looks like," squeaked Mr. Laird. What he thought it might look
like, Paul couldn't imagine. As he squinted down at his tiny neighbor, he noticed the even
tinier erection, which Jim couldn't help grinding into Paul's enormous monster. "Uh, Matt,
well . . . he got a hold of something magical and has been very irresponsible with it. He
made some wishes on me, on both of us, and--"
The minuscule man broke off with a grunt, threw his head back, and howled as his
minuscule cock shot pinpricks of cum over Paul's hairy cock.