Bursting through the hedge, Matt dashed into the DeSotto's yard. He groaned aloud as his mammoth cock was *squeezed* and bound by his pants, but his fear at the little shrimp getting ahold of the wand was just too great!
The tiny boy looked up at the approaching behometh and let out a tiny, shrunken squeak, falling to the ground and curling up in a ball, covering his head. Matt swiftly reached down and grabbed the wand, holding it triumphantly. "There," he said, looking down, "there'll be no wishes for you, tiny..."
He grinned, despite the tight pain in his pants and idly turned the wand over in his hands... Such power...!
Brett looked up from next to Matt's shoe, his eyes travelling slowly up, Up and UP the giant's towering frame. Matt's voice was like thunder to him, and it took him nearly a minute to recognize his older neighbor. "Matt?" he squeaked, in confusion. "What's going on?"
Matt barely heard the tiny voice. His smirk of triumph stayed in place as he looked down at the shrunken toy at his feet. "What's going on?" he asked, echoing the question in his booming voice, "what's going on, is you've had a change of position. You're not a boy any more, you're a toy..." He grinned at his own lame attempt to rhyme and pointed the wand at Brett. "And," he added, "whenever I want I can make you dance ... Pinochhio..."
The tiny DeSotto looked up in horror, taking in the towering collossus that loomed over him possessively. "You...you can't! I'm a human being!"
"Not any more..." replied Matt as he bent down to pick up his shrunken neighbor.