Timothy looked up at the giant man, his eyes unable to avoid staring at the huge man's dangling sex. The massive cock was beyond anything Tim had ever seen before and he had to wonder how Scott kept it hidden during the work day. It was hard to judge -exactly- given his own diminished size, but even though his initial impression was skewed, he could see that Scott's mammoth endowments hung limp and thickly down just past his knees. His balls hung just about half that distance and were full, round and heavy...
Still, as Timothy tore his eyes away from that huge beast, he saw Scott frantically grabbing for keys and trying them in the lock. Apparantly, he'd figured out that each one went with a different button.
"Damn it, this is impossible..." he was muttering as he shrank past five feet tall, "...gotta be a cure..."
Timothy noticed the button he'd matched a key with and he jumped forward, frantically.
"Wait," squeaked the tiny, boytoy-ish man! "Scott! Don't keep experimenting!"
But the tiny shout came too late as the shrinking, hyperly-hung man turned the key and hit the fifth button. The lid sprang open and a cloud of black dust puffed out and rolled over the table, Scott's hands and Timothy's tiny form. He coughed and sputtered, back-peddaling; this was definitely NOT the white, wispy mist he'd encountered before...
Scott fell back, his shrinking body falling onto the soft cushions of the couch as his ass retracted and his body grow more and more delicate from a "normal" perspective. Still buff, hairly and "big" to Timothy, Scott was frantically trying to brush the dust off of himself. But both he and Timothy were changing...
Minutes ticked by and Timothy stared at the giant, shrinking man; no longer entirely enraptured by his huge cock. Instead, Scott's body was growing hairier as it shrank. Indeed, as he got smaller, his body seemed to be growing black fur ... all over itself!
Tim gasped and looked at his own arms. They too were changing, slowly growing a soft, dense mat of fur; only his was more brown than black. He felt his nose pushing away from his face; his cheeks stretching forward to form the structure of a muzzle ... his fingers forming pads at their tips ... his nails growing into small claws...
Each of these changes, he saw echoed on the larger Scott as the bigger man shrunk down to only four feet tall...
Timothy squeaked out a shout and tried to stumble forward, but fell on his face. His legs were shifting, too ... becoming heavier and thicker...
Minutes passed and -finally- when the dust cleared, Timothy found himself staring at Scott ... now a shrinking, humanoid wolf, sprawling on the couch, blinking in surprise at the changes in his body and at the tiny, six-inch-tall brown wolf that was Timothy, on the table...