Matt turned away from the shower and summoned his wand -- he realized with another secret smile that he was already thinking of it as HIS wand. Quietly, he told it, "I wish that we'd all grow back quickly when we washed off, and I wish that we wouldn't tell anyone else about the shrinkweed." Then Matt sent his wand away and turned around to get in the shower. As expected, Mr. DeSoto was already several inches taller than when he got under the water.
"Hey," Matt said, stepping in behind his large lover and sizing him up with a long look. "You're growing!" Matt took Mr. DeSoto's spent cock in his hands and felt it sliding -- lengthening and thickening as he ascended back towards his starting stature.
Mr. DeSoto looked down at Matt's little form. "It just looks to me like you're shrinking," he said, watching his dick grow in Matt's hands. Looking around, he added, "But everything else is shrinking too -- the shower, the tub... I think you're right!" He was growing rapidly now, and picked Matt up under each armpit. He held Matt close against his hard body and turned around in the shower. "You stand under the water for a minute, I'm going to go get Brett." Pushing the curtain aside, he was gone.
Matt turned back towards the showerhead, and watched it shrink and draw closer, both at the same time. He hadn't felt anything except horny while he shrunk, but growing back he felt a slight sense of being pulled and tugged in his body.
Before he could spend too much time thinking about it, Mr. DeSoto re-emerged in the shower, almost back to his full size. Brett was in his hand, seeming both frightened and excited at the same time. "OK, Brett," Mr. DeSoto was saying, "Let's get you washed off." Cupping the tiny boy in both hands, Matt watched as hairy, muscular arms were extended into the shower's spray, and above his head.
Matt heard Brett sputtering, and he could only imagine what an incredible sight the shower-turned-waterfall must have been from a vantage point of six inches. His growing body was starting to crowd Mr. DeSoto, so he stepped against the side of the shower and watched at Brett emerged from his father's hands, growing rapidly. Mr. DeSoto turned the doll-sized body over in his strong hands, making sure that Brett was thoroughly washed on all sides, and in less than a minute, he set Brett's 18 inch body down to grow by itself. Then Mr. DeSoto got out and Matt heard him toweling off.
Matt was watching Brett grow, when he realized he still had his rock-hard dick, poking the air. Quickly, he stepped out of the shower before Brett was big enough to be concerned with Matt. Mr. DeSoto was wiping up the cum from the floor, and handed Matt a clean towel. Matt dried himself and then wrapped up in the towel about the time that Brett shut off the shower and pulled back the curtain. Mr. DeSoto handed Brett a towel and was also wearing one of his own as he blocked the door with his impressive form.
"Now boys," he started slowly. "You know we can't tell anybody about this -- any of it." Matt nodded quickly in agreement. Brett let out an exasperated sigh.
"Tell anyone?!" Brett exclaimed. "I'm staying as far away from that stuff as I can. With my luck, if I told someone, Bryan would hear about it and there's no telling when it would end up in my food or my clothes." Brett looked at his father, adding, "Dad, my lips are sealed."
Mr. DeSoto nodded and looked back at Matt. "Now there is the issue of how to get you home without drawing any attention. Let's look to see if your parents are home yet." The three went out to look through Mr. DeSoto's bedroom window. No cars were parked outside of Matt's house, so Mr. DeSoto said, "OK, I think we're good." Turning around he said, "Now, I'll get dressed and go keep Bryan busy in the kitchen. Brett, you take Matt down to the laundry through the back way and get him a scrap of clothing so he can run across to his own house. Matt, you can return it later when the coast is clear."
Used to being obeyed at home, Mr. DeSoto didn't wait for a reply, but went directly to his dresser and quickly pulled on some clothes. Matt sighed inwardly as his heart-throb covered up that amazing body, his stomach still giddy, and his dick still stiff from the evening's events. Matt could hear Mr. DeSoto's firm voice in the kitchen as he crept to the laundry with Brett. In a minute, he was back in his own bedroom, safe and sound, dick in hand and jacking off for all he was worth.