Satisfied, Matt finished wrapping the wand back in its bundle. The papers around it were still discolored from the soda he'd been drinking and he grimaced. Thinking quickly, he pulled some old bills from the back of the drawer -those that had avoided getting wet- and covered the discolored papers with them. With any luck, the next time his Dad opened the drawer, he wouldn't see the evidence that someone had been in here ... at least not for sufficient days to have gone by where Matt could make some sort of excuse...
Hearing the garage door slowly close, Matt closed the drawer and dashed out of his father's room. Quickly, he moved through the house and out the backdoor of the kitchen. A flush seemed to travel through his body as he did so and he slowed down to a walk and crouched down by the old sandbox in the back yard.
He had gotten *so* hard with all the ramifictions of what he'd discovered, that he felt bound up inside. He gritted his teeth and adjusted himself, listening beneath the kitchen window for sounds of his Father.
"Matt? Matt, you home?"
Footsteps moved slowly into the kitchen. Matt could hear the refrigerator open, the clinking of glass and then the door closing. The footsteps retreated and -a few minutes later- the seventeen year old could faintly hear the living room television turn on.
The tightness in Matt's pants was really getting uncomfortable. His father was safely watching TV now, so he was free to act. He looked down at his pants, as all his adjustments proved to have had no effect.
His face froze and he stared.
Starting at his crotch, he could see the bulge of his pants: a long, hyper-thick tube that ran down his left pants leg almost to his knee! He yelped, quickly putting a hand over his mouth to stifle his reaction. His pants were tight around his huge cock and he blinked several times as if to clear the false vision from his sight.
To no avail.
The massive bulge stayed put.
Slowly, Matt unzipped his pants and -with a guilty glance around the back yard- pulled his shaft part-way out. The giant shaft was mammoth-sized; easily fourteen or fifteen inches long and still soft! It's thickness was like a summer sausage and his balls ... oh god ... his balls were the size of grapefruits!
Next door he could hear Mr. DeSotto calling for Matt. Being brought back to reality, he quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants. It was painfully tight, but he couldn't be found like this! What had happened?
Then, it dawned on him. "Pay a price..." The words on the parchment! He'd wished to shrink Brett and ... and THIS was his price! In a strange way, his sexual desire to make another man small seemed to have had the side effect of making himself sexually huge...
He gulped and -grunting- zipped up his pants. Slowly, he stood, Mr. DeSotto's voice still calling out Brett's name next door. Matt shook his head. Mr. DeSotto would probably not find his diminutive son; he wouldn't know where to look...
A slow grin crept over Matt's face. This didn't change much; all he had to do was be careful with his wishes ... they seemed to have oddly related side-effects... He glanced down at the prominant bulge in his pants and smirked a bit. "Besides," he thought, "it's not all that bad..."
Being careful not to be seen, Matt slowly crept towards the bushes between his yard and the DeSotto's. Mr. DeSotto had finally gone in, and Matt could see the tiny, shrunken form of thirteen-year-old Brett in the tall, weed-filled grasses at the edge of the basketball concrete. As he watched, though, there was a flash of silver.
Right there, next to the tiny Brett, appeared the wand!
Matt was stunned.
"What th' fuck...?" he muttered to himself. Then it dawned on him ... he'd made a second wish! He'd wished to have access to the wand whenever he wanted; this must be the side-effect! Did this mean that Brett had access to it, too?