"Well," replied Timothy, "we can't climb up to the key and buttons anymore... Not with you like ... like -uh- *that*..." He trailed off, licking his lips nervously as he tried not to stare at how enormously overendowed his tiny friend was.
Scott rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. He grinned despite his situation and shook his head. "Don't do that, Tim; you *know* you always wanted to see a really HUNG guy in your house..."
Tim blushed. "Uh, yeah, but -well- I guess I never thought I'd be looking down at *you*...!"
Scott scowled and nodded. "Good point; you were always the good little bottom-boy..." He looked up at his giant ex-lover with some appreciation. "And while I don't mind the view, I think I'd rather have you as my little bitch rather than the other way around..."
Timothy snapped off a salute, trying not to snicker. "Yessir!" Scott always had been the dominant one, but it was kinda funny to see him so tiny and so helpless with that deliciously huge cock between his legs.
Turning around, Timothy walked towards the base of the Chest. Scott followed, dragging his cock and carrying his massive balls in both hands. The little Chest was raised off of the table on its four, tiny legs ... tiny enough that there was only about an inch of clearance underneath. Timothy looked down at Scott. "Care to do the honors?" he asked.
Scott scowled and muttered something about putting Tim in his place, but then nodded and hobbled his way under the Chest.
"Hey, Tim..." came his tiny, shrunken voice. "There's something under here!"
"Besides you?"
"Very funny. Yeah, there's a seam ... and ... and a latch! Hey! I think this is a tiny door ... a tiny, hidden door!"
"It goes inside the Chest?" asked Timothy, shocked. "I didn't see it before..."
"Yeah, well," replied Scott dragging his cock after himself as he walked out from under the box, "you were probably too big. Hell, even *I* will probably have a hard time suqeezing through it, and I'm not big at all...!"
Timothy nodded and reached down to pat Scott's head. "Awww... Don't worry; you're still cute to me!"
Scott scowled.
"Ok," said Timothy, realizing he wasn't going to get anything more out of Scott at the moment, "why don't you see if you can't open it and get inside? Maybe you can find a lever or some way to trigger a growth effect..."
Scott looked up at the giant man looming over him and raised an eyebrow. "Getting awful bossy, aren't you?" he asked.
Timothy grinned. "Hey, it's kinda fun t' be the big man for a change, shrimp..." He chuckled. "But, Ok... I'll lay off... Just go see if you can get through the little door..."
Scott harumphed. "It's not *that* little..." he muttered as he turned around and started to drag his enormous genetelia back with him...