Adam stepped back, nervousness growing in his breast, at Clay's words. "'Be good to me?'," he echoed, backing away. His enormous balls slipped from Clay's hands and bounced against Adam's thighs with a heavy slap.
Clay slowly stood, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, not like poor, Mario over there," he said, pointing to the general region of the counter where the teensy, quarter-inch-tall man had been put. "But I'm no fool..."
Looking over his new roommate with an appraising air, Clay took in the sight of Adam's physique. The larger man still had gargantuan balls and a potent, muscular build; easily a match for anyone in a fight. And 'anyone' included Clay.
"Let's see..." he said, clearing his throat. "We want to have fun, but -first- I wish that you wouldn't be able to attack me or harm me or act against me anymore..."
A flash of light seemed to flicker behind Adam's eyes as the smaller man's wish settled over his mind. He knew he could still *want* Clay to not do things to him, but doing anything to stop him ... that was now out of the question...
"And second, I wish you would be horny whenever I wanted you to be..."
Almost immediately Adam's small, four-inch cock stirred and got rock-hard again. He shivered, his pulse starting to pound faster as he felt his lusts urging him on ... urging him to have his cock sucked or his sexual pleasures met. "Damnit, Clay... You just got here! You can't do this...!"
Clay chuckled and sauntered forward to caress Adam's cheek. The touch of the other man sent tingles of desire through the physics student's body and his little penis started to pulse in need and desire. "Adam, that's no way to talk to me... Of course I can do this... I can do anything to you..."
He shot a glance at the area where the shrunken Mario had been put and laughed as Adam followed his gaze. "And, if you're not careful, you'll be smaller than Mario over there..."
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Mario moved as carefully as he could across the uneven terrain of the desk. His tiny, bare feet stumbled on the speed-bump-sized ridges of the wood grain as he jogged towards the edge of the vast plain that was his desk. Nearby, a cliff that looked at least seventy-five feet tall loomed upwards in the form of his American Liturature text book.
The once short man was now tinier than anything save for a few insects. On top of that, his cock -once a respectable size- was now nothing more than a pimple-sized bump between his legs along with slightly smaller bumps representing his ballsac.
The booming conversation rumbled across the wooden plain like the voice of Gods and he could see -in the vast distance, on the horizon- where God Clay confronted God Adam. "I've got to stop this," he muttered to himself, "but how?"