Paul looked at the plant for a long time. His dick was hard, but other than that everything seemed ok. The delicious aroma seemed to have dissipated, and the plant hadn't jumped up off the tinfoil to attack him. Nor had he lost control and pounced his catch. He took a deep breath and swung himself off the bed.
Pleased with his self-mastery so far, he pulled off his pants and took out a porno magazine to help him with his swollen manhood. Sitting down on a corner of the bed, he flipped through the pages. He thought this was one of his favorite issues, but as he scanned the pictures, he knew they weren't really doing anything for him. He tossed the magazine aside and pulled out another one, but found it just made him limp too.
Well, the magazines were all old anyway, he realized as he tossed it away. He could get some new ones tomorrow. Putting on a video, he saw these two women having sex -- something that usually got him pretty hot, but tonight it was just not holding his attention. He pressed fast-forward on the VCR, picked up the remote and turned around to move to the head of the bed and try laying instead of sitting.
The first thing he saw was the plant. He had tried to forget it, but of course it was there the the whole time, in the back of his mind. He froze for a moment, and then picked the foil up and set it on his nightstand. He took another look at the video going by at high speed, squeezed his soft cock one more time, and said, "OK, just a little." Carefully, he pinched off one of the flat leaves and put it in his mouth, chewing it and then parking it under his tongue. Then he threw back the covers and reclined, pressing play to watch the next scene of the video.
The video was of a woman getting fucked, and by the time the guy on screen got his clothes off, Paul started to hear his heart pounding in his ears. He started to feel a little floaty as his dick throbbed up to meet his waiting hand. The girl on the video was starting to suck a big cock, getting it good and hard. Paul looked down at his own boner. It was pretty big, but the guy seemed to have one that was even longer. He looked back up at the TV, which seemed to be both bigger and further away than usual.
He remembered the leaf, which he quickly swallowed as his masturbation got up to full throttle. He stroked his balls while he pounded his pud, feeling the bed slide against his hairy body. He knew he was shrinking, and thought he should be concerned about it somehow, but it just didn't seem as important right now as that huge prick on TV.
Every now and then they would cut away to the woman doing something, and Paul would just look down at his own rock hard manliness. He started to run his fingers through his own fur, over his packed abs and strong pecs. Being so hairy had always seemed obnoxious before, but now it really felt great.
He looked back at the TV to discover the stud was now fucking this woman for all she was worth. In and out, in and out, it was hypnotic and soon Paul was stroking his own cock in the same rhythm. "Fuck with that big dick," he said, "oh yeah". He closed his eyes and imagined watching the scene in front of him. "Fuck, fuck fuck" he murmured, feeling the rising tide of his orgasm, and as he watched in his mind's eye the woman started to change, getting hairier. Then, he saw that it was two guys fucking, and that seemed all the hotter. "Oh, yeah," he said, his cock getting as hard as it could. Paul saw that HE was the one getting fucked in his mind's eye now, his asshole tightening as he shrank around the massive cock.
That final image did it, and Paul started to shoot, sending hot streams of cum up to his neck. The orgasm was just as intense as the afternoon's, and lasted just as long, but a lot less came out this time. Finally, as his dick settled down, he turned off the TV and took stock of his situation.
Things in his room seemed bigger -- a lot bigger, even from the kleenex he used to wipe himself. Standing up to measure himself against other things in the room, he decided that he was probably about four feet tall. Way short by anyone's judgement, but not so small that maneuvering around the house would be a problem.
He sat back down on the bed and decided what to do next.