Brendon stared upwards. His eyes watched as Alex's boxer shorts began to grow loose around his waist. The tip of the bully's butt crack was exposed to the air as he continued to get smaller.
"Where are you?" Alex asked, whirling a hungry eye around the room.
Brendon ducked back further into a corner. He was lucky enough to find a dark place where the pink clouds had shied away from him. If Alex stayed looking around the room long enough, Brendon could overpower the pervert.
Alex took a step forwards. His shorts were only kept up by the tent his still-large penis created. No doubt his hard-on kept him from noticing the bagginess of his pants, or even when he stepped out of his own shoes. His ass was perfectly visible in Brendon's direction.
Wanting to be disgusted, Brendon turned his gaze away from Alex's round rear end. Yet something caused Brendon to look back. Though Brendon knew he was a stereotypical straight, hormonal teenage guy, the idea of watching someone shrink before his eyes, sent his small penis into immediate attention. He watched in horror as it lifted and hardened.
"Shit no." He whispered. "I'm not gay!"
Suddenly, Alex whirled around. The shorts fell off Alex's waist leaving him completely naked. He still stood several inches taller than Brendon, and was now small enough to see him at two feet.
"There you are." Alex murmured turning around. He glanced down at Brendon's erection. "And here I thought you weren't enjoying this."
Brendon stayed huddled up against the corner. He silently prayed that Alex would stay amidst the pink clouds long enough for him to become shorter.
Even if Alex became a little shorter than Brendon, it would be a significant difference comparing the two foot tall Alex to the four inch tall Brendon.