Mario struggled with the fabric of Clay's underwear, but it was pushed up tightly against the giant's hairy skin. Pushing, pulling, it was all no use. He was too small and weak to make a dent in the material... and he also seemed to have stopped shrinking, so there would be no escape by going under. At once, his world began to shift. His efforts were bearing fruit, but not the kind he had expected.
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Clay let up on Adam's horsecock and stood up. Something -- probably Mario -- was tickling his balls more than he could take. Quickly, before the speck could escape, Clay whipped down his underwear and spread his legs to tighten the fabric. A dark sliver, less than a fingernail clipping, bounced against the white background. Carefully Clay scooped him off and into his hand. The little man was waving his arms and shouting something, but Clay couldn't hear a single word of it. Adam asked, "What's that?"
"What's left of Mario, I suppose," Clay said, transferring the insignificant form to the nearby desk. Adam put his hand on Clay's four-inch boner and started stroking it softly. "Hey, that feels funny," Clay said, turning back to his cock-stud. Looking down Clay saw his dick had shrunk by at least a third. "Did you do that?" Clay asked, looking down at his short rod.
"No," Adam said, "You've been hard since before you pulled down your pants."
"Not that!" Clay said impatiently. "Did you shrink my dick? It should be a lot bigger than this!"
Adam chuckled. "I think you've got shrinking on the brain, buddy. It was this size when you first exposed it to me, and I bet it has always been this size. Don't worry; lots of guys have short dicks. It's OK."
"OK?" Clay said, getting more upset. "That is easy for you to say, Mr. Two Foot Dick. I wish your dick was the same size as mine... then I bet I'd get more sympathy out of you." Clay barely finished his sentence when Adam's huge member started to vibrate, and then collapse. First, it shut up like a telescope, shortening with jerks and starts, but staying the same thickness the whole time. Adam gasped and cluched as his beautiful thundering erection dwindled below one foot, then below six inches, and finally stopped at about four. Then, like a balloon deflating, the circumference tightened up. His bloated firehose-wide cock was soon only as big around as a soda can, and then a carrot, and finally a healthy, short, four inch penis.
"What did you do to me?" Adam asked, horrified.
Clay just smiled. "Looks like you'll be doing whatever I say," he said with a grin. "But don't worry, I promise to be good to you." Clay hefted Adam's still-giant balls in one hand.