Paul was in absolute horror at how his giant neighbor was treating him like a sex toy, but he couldn’t help but be incredibly turned on at the same time. As Jake’s giant tool rubbed against his thigh, Paul’s own penis hardened.
“You like this little man, don’t you?” cried Jake.
Paul was confused, yelling, “Stop, Stop!” But Paul’s little cock couldn’t take it anymore as the intense musk of Jake’s sweat pored over him; once again he began to cum.
“Fuck!” Jake cried, watching his captive grow back to size and feeling his own erection deflate at the sudden loss of a fantasy-come-true. “Dude, you’re not supposed to grow back. At least, not yet!”
Don meanwhile stood back, still in shock. He had been disturbingly aroused watching his manly daddy reduced in size and being used by Jake. What was going on?
Paul, back to his normal height, saw his son’s reaction and subsequent erection, and felt aghast. “Donny, don’t tell me you enjoyed watching me get smaller!”
Don awoke from his trance, and then scowled, “Fuck, dad! You wouldn’t understand! For years I’ve been turned on by the fantasy of big guys like you getting little. I’d like to get small, too! But when it happens to you, you just waste it all!”
Paul didn’t know what to say. Internally, he knew exactly what his son was feeling. All day long he had been craving to shrink more. But how could reveal that to his son?
Jake meanwhile was pissed, “So how do you do it?” he asked, huffing his massive chest. Paul may now be the taller man, but Jake was by far stronger, and had no fear intimidating his neighbor with his superior strength and musculature.
Paul felt confused; there was nothing more than he wanted to shrink down with his hunky neighbor, but he also felt frightened by Jake’s aggressive attitude and his son’s presence. He lied. “I don’t know. It just happened.”
But Jake wasn’t buying it. “C’mon guy, there must be some kinda trigger. We saw you earlier starting to grow back before shr…”
But Paul cut him off before he could finish, “Listen! I don’t know, it just happened, but it’s all over now!”
Don looked disbelieving, “Dad! You must have some secret. People don’t just normally SHR-”
Paul tried to interrupt again, but it was too late.
“-INK!”
Paul felt his body once again contract, and watched as his son grew taller than him.
Jake, still a couple inches shorter, was thrilled. “Fuck yeah, it’s happening again!”
Don looked down at his dad, and questioned, “But what’s causing this to happen? How are you SHRINKING?”
“No!” Paul said, watching the two men by him grow taller, as he slipped below five feet.
Don began to smile mischievously, and Paul realized he had figured it out. “So that’s your secret, little father.”
“What? What?” Jake asked, incredibly excited.
“It’s a simple verbal cue.”
“Son, please don’t!” Paul whimpered.
“Watch this,” Don said to Jake. Looking down at his father, he smiled, and then said, “SHRINK!”
Paul cowered, as he reduced in front of his son. He wanted to run from the room, but something kept him back. Fear? All he know is he felt frozen.
He then felt two massive hands on his sides, as he was physically turned around. His eyes were aligned immediately to the largest set of pecs he had ever seen, and he looked up to see Jake looking down at him. “Hi shorty!”
Jake smiled and looked to Don, and said, “My turn." Looking back down at Paul, he cried, "SHRINK!”
Paul’s eyes widened, as those large pecs grew even more and rose up above him.
Don was excited. “How tall do you think he is?” he cried out.
“I dunno, maybe 4 and half feet?” Jake paused. “Too tall in my opinion!”
Paul began trying to step away and escape, “Guys, please! Hold on!”
“Yeah, he’s too tall!” agreed Don.
Paul continued pleading, but it was to no avail, as both Don and Jake turned to him, and began to chant, “Shrink, Shrink, Shrink, SHRINK, SHRINK, SHRINK…”