David:
Matt landed on his discarded boxers. His tiny, sexy body grappled for a foothold, but suddenly shrank again, causing the lower half of his form to disappear under a fold. I scooped up the underwear carefully, boyfriend and all, and upended it gently onto the desk. Matt tumbled out, landing sprawled, face-downwards in the middle of an A4 xerox I was reading for my universirty course. He picked himself up.
Matt:
“Ah!” I cried feebly as I landed on a white surface. Quickly looking to my left, I realised that it wasn’t completely white – there were lines of black symbols. I pushed my chest up with my hands and looked closer. My heart sank. Lines of writing about the width of my head stretched for meteres in either direction. And to my right was a pencil about three times my size. My hand would barely grip the nib, let alone fit around the implement itself. I got to my feet and looked up angrily at David. And gasped.
David:
As I looked at his tiny, naked form I got an instant hard-on.
“David!” Matt shouted. “I hope you’re happy now!”
“Oh, yeah,” I said, “This is so awseome.”
“Yeah, for you!” Matt yelled back.
Matt:
But, I had to admit, it wasn’t all bad. From where I was standing, scary though it was to be so small, so vulnerable, so out of my depth, there was something incredibly alluring about viewng David from this angle. I was level with his giant crotch, and his already strong body looked even more satisfyingly powerful when it filled my sight in this way. My hand went uncoscously towards my cock, which had once again become an enormous erection.
David:
It looked like Matt, for all his protesting, was having almost as much fun as I was. His massive package was just as erotic in his three-inch state, so perfectly proportioned had the shrinking process rendered him. He was like a tiny, more helpless version of his full-grown self.
“You’re having a little fun, then,” I mocked, extending my hand towards him.
Matt:
A sudden wave of panic swept over me again as David’s huge finger came towards me. I backed away and tripped backwards over the pencil I’d noticed earlier.
“Awww, you’re so fucking cute like that!” David said.
He meant it, but I was suddenly very aware of just how vulnerable I was in this state.
“Stop it!” I cried, earnestly, “Please David, change me back!”
“Oh, I will,” David said, “In an hour or so.”
“What?! What are you gonna do in the meantime?”
David:
I knew exactly what I was gonna do with my tiny boyfriend.
“First I’m gonna take some pictures, then you’re gonna work on my cock,” I said.
“What?” he said, “In your boxers?”
“Yep – I’m gonna pull the elastic back and drop you right down there. My dick’s probably bigger than you are now. Be back in a second - I'm just gonna get my camera.”