Paul continues to rapidly shrink. Steve looks on in shock, his head swiveling downwards as he watches his friend dwindle to only six inches tall. As Paul climbs out from under his clothes, he sees a gigantic work boot and looks up at his enormous buddy. Steve is a big guy normally, but this is insane. Steve gets down on one knee and picks Paul up. Paul gets kind of dizzy as he rises through the air, past Steve's titanic beer belly to his billboard sized face.
"What the hell happened to you?" Steve asks, examining his tiny friend.
Paul tells him the whole story and mentions that there is a pipe and a baggy of shrinkweed in his pants pocket, all the while hoping Steve dosen't notice his microboner. He thinks Steve is pretty damn hot, but he's straight isn't he?
Steve kneels down and fishes out the baggy. Opening it and taking a sniff dosen't make him shrink, but he starts getting hard looking at Paul.
And then he notices Paul's wood. And Steve is getting hard himself. He locks the office door and plops down in his chair. "You look ready for action there little man..." Steve says as he pokes Paul's cock with his pinky. Steve opens his pants and pulls out his cock. "You like something you see?"
Paul looks at Steve hungerly, incredibly turned on. "Y-yes..."
A mischevious grin comes across Steve's face. "Then why don't you take care of things..." He drops Paul into his briefs and moans as he begins to service that gigantic cock...