It was easy for Matt to carry the tiny, squriming, rat-sized boy back into his home. His father barely acknowledged him, as he continued to watch the evening news. Matt only had to wave into the living room, promise to be down for dinner in a half hour (delivery pizza), and wash up, first.
"Sure thing, Dad..." he said, grinning conspiratorially as he went up into his room and shut the door. This wand of his father's was *amazing*!
Slowly, he put the shrunken Brett on his bedroom desk and comtemplated him. The tightness in his pants finally demanded some relief, so he got up and looked for his stretchy sweat pants. "Stay put," he said, as he slowly undressed.
The tiny Brett could do little else. He stared around the expansive plateau that made up the older boy's computer desk, and just shivered. Matt, on the other hand, was reveling in his new size; staring at his huge, horse-sized schlong that dangled all the way to his knees...
"Gods, this is great... If only..."
His voice lowered and he smiled, looking back over his shoulder at the tiny boy on his desk. Would it be worth it to risk a side-effect?
Holding his sweat pants in one hand, Matt turned around to face Brett. "So, tiny," he said with a chuckle, "you ever had a boyfriend?"
"What?" came the squeaking response.
"A boyfriend." Slowly, Brett came closer, swining his hips a bit to make his huge shaft sway and his massive, grapefruit-sized balls bounce against his thighs. "You ever had a boyfriend?"
Matt shook his head, nervously.
Brett continued. "You don't know what it's like, having to hide all the time, tiny. To have to pretend you like girls and that it's Ok for your friends to make 'Queer Jokes' in school." He scowled and absently stroked his long, soft cock with his free hand. "I used to dream of having someone at my side; to even just have someone who understood me and could be my boyfriend. For support, if not the sex..."
"But ... but I'm a boy..." said the confused, little Matt.
"Yeah, you are..." came Brett's reply as he aimed the wand.
Tiny Matt ducked reflexively, covering his head and squeaking, "No! No smaller! No smaller!"
"Don't worry," came the reply. "This won't hurt."
With that, Brett calmly pointed the wand and wished.
"I wish that Matt would be my boyfriend; my age, my size, in my control and in love with me..."