MATT:
I grabbed the waist-band of his boxer briefs, but my dwindling height meant that I was lifted off the ground. I ended up doing an impromptue chin-up, my head and shoulders flopping against David’s gigantic crotch.
My boxers became looser and looser until finally they slid down my legs and landed at David’s feet. I became dizzy. Worried that a further shrinking spurt might make me so small that the fall would hurt me, I let go while I had the chance. Unfortunately, I landed just as another surge in the speed of the shrinking process made me stumble and fall bakwards – I was so small by this point that I landed not on top of my boxers, but in my boxers.
“David – help!” I cried feebly as the final surge took hold. I had landed next to the boxer short’s size label, which came up to my knees. With a sudden jolt, the label seemed to grow until it reached my torso, and became a good deal wider than my now tiny body. I lost my foothold and fell under a crease in the lycra material.