Matt picked Brett up and crossed the ground quickly to the back door of the DeSoto's. Stepping up, he found the doorknob was higher than he expected, but with an easy turn he pushed the big door open.
The back door opened onto the laundry room, and Matt had stepped inside before he realized he was looking at the half-naked, hairy giant of his dreams: Mr. DeSoto. The 12 foot muscle man was pawing through the laundry with a towel around his waist, his hair still wet from a recent shower. Without looking up he said, "Homework, Brett!"
Brett found he was more scared than ever at the sight of a 70-foot tall man. He tried to speak, but his mouth was dry and his knees were wobbly. Instead he just sank down in Matt's hand and waited for his large neighbor to say something.
Matt stood frozen for a moment, just drinking in the dick-hardening picture before him. Long years of manual labor had packed muscles onto most every inch of his frame, and generous genes had given his body the masculine trimmings -- strong bones, thick fur, and large genitals. Matt watched as Mr. DeSoto pulled out a very large pair of underwear. If he just stood still another moment, Mr. DeSoto would let down that towel and be a fully naked giant right in front of Matt.
But instead, Mr. DeSoto said, "Brett, I said..." and then turned towards Matt. Seeing that it wasn't Brett at all, Mr. DeSoto closed his mouth at once and squinted a little to try and get a better look at the child in his laundry room. "Who are you?" he quickly asked.
This broke Matt out of his reverie. "It's Matt!" he said nervously, a little louder than he meant. "The kid next door, and I found Brett outside." Lifting his hand, Matt deposited Brett on the top of the washing machine.
"Brett!" Mr. DeSoto exclaimed. "What happened?" He quickly stepped over to his son's tiny form. Matt could feel the heat radiating off the man's large body.
"I don't know!" Brett was losing it again. "One moment, I was playing basket ball, and the next moment I was shrinking! Now look at how tiny I am!"
Mr. DeSoto picked up his very little boy and cradled him against his hairy chest. Matt felt a sudden twinge of jealousy seeing the scene, and piped up, "I saw the whole thing!" trying to get Mr. DeSoto to pay attention to him too. "I rushed out to see what had happened, and I started to shrink too. In fact," Matt added with emphasis, "I don't think I'm finished shrinking yet." With that, he willed himself down another three inches right in front of Mr. DeSoto.
Mr. DeSoto watched as his neighbor shrank right in front of his eyes. Matt was glad his T-shirt was getting so baggy because it hid his straining erection that grew as he watched Mr. DeSoto's muscular chest inflating as he shrank. 'I am fucking SHRINKING right in front of Mr. DeSoto!!!' Matt shouted in his head as he watched Mr. DeSoto lower his gaze to keep up with Matt's dwindling size.
The sight of his neighbor shrinking was enough of a shock to Mr. DeSoto that he dropped his towel, exposing his full beauty to Matt. Matt had often seen Mr. DeSoto from his bedroom, but nothing had prepared him for seeing his lust-object so close up. Mr. DeSoto's hairy tummy blended so nicely with his hairy crotch, framing a beautiful, thick, long, soft penis that hung down. The weight of the large penis was supported by the two biggest balls Matt had ever seen. Even if Matt hadn't been 2 and a half feet tall, these would have been real honkers. Matt shrank himself again three more inches, both to distract Mr. DeSoto and to enlarge the incredible form standing in front of him even more.
Mr. DeSoto watched as Matt shrank away. As Matt's shrinking finally stopped, he realized that he had dropped his towel. Flustered, he quickly set Brett down on the washing machine and pulled on the underwear he had picked out. He yanked on a shirt and some shorts saying, "OK, boys. Let's see what you've gotten yourselves into."
Matt was disappointed to see his living porno getting dressed, but tried to relax, remembering that Mr. DeSoto was probably not even attracted to him.
Picking Brett up, Mr. DeSoto said, "Show me where you were playing ball," and headed for the door.
"No! I don't want to go outside!" Brett had regained his voice.
"Brett, I'm sure you're upset right now, but if we don't figure out what happened, we'll never be able to set things right," Mr. DeSoto reasoned, carring his son out the door in his hand.