“Mr. DeSoto? Is that you?”
Paul stepped forward from the bushes. “Er, hi Jake.”
“What were you doing in the Lairds’ bushes?”
Paul thought fast of some excuse so that his neighbor didn’t think he was some kind of pervert: “Um, well. I had stepped outside from the house to take out the trash, and accidentally locked myself out, but left the keys inside. I was waiting for the boys to come home, but in the meantime I really had to pee, and well, I had nowhere else to go.”
Paul began to sweat wondering if Jake bought it. It was a lousy lie he had just told. Nearly all the lights in Paul’s house were on, and he was sure if you looked long enough at the windows, you’d be able to spot at least one of his kids moving about.
Thankfully, Jake didn’t seem to notice. “Man, that sucks. You should have just knocked on my door.”
“I didn’t want to bother.”
“It’d be no bother. When are your boys coming home?”
“Late. They’re at a high school basketball game tonight.”
“Oh. Well, you’re more than welcome to wait for them at my place.”
“Thanks.”
The two men walked away from Paul’s house toward Jake’s. Even in the dark, Paul could see the outline of Jake’s muscular body. He had always admired the young muscular man, and though Paul himself was in great shape, he had always desired to have a body like his neighbor.
As they approached Jake’s yard, Jake commented: “It’s scary how soon it gets dark these days.”
“Yeah, fall really snuck up on us, didn’t it?”
“Yeah. It seems like the days just keep on shrinking.”
Paul stopped for a sec, feeling his body suddenly tense up at the sound of the trigger word. He could feel his tight shirt suddenly loosen, his pants begin to slide down his waist. He grabbed his belt and without Jake noticing cinched it tighter.
“You okay?” Jake asked, as he opened his front door.
“Um yeah.” Paul replied stepping inside.
Jake looked at Paul quizzically. “You look a little strange.” He began to laugh. “I don’t know why, but I always thought you were taller.”
“Me, no.”
“Well, anyway, grab a seat and make yourself at home.” Jake removed his jacket; underneath he was wearing just a tight tank top. “Sorry, I was just returning from the gym, and haven’t had time to shower yet. Would you mind if I left you for a few minutes? There are some beers in the fridge.”
Paul couldn’t help but check out his neighbor. “No, go ahead. I may use your phone to call my boys.”
Jake left the room, and Paul wondered what to do. He knew he’d have to return home sometime tonight, but he also didn’t want to leave Jake’s just yet. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he shrunk some more. He began to imagine Jake as some sort of musclegiant, and felt his dick stiffen.
He knew what he had to do, and grabbed the phone and dialed Don’s cell number.