"... shrinking ..., shrink..." Even from the kitchen, Paul still overheard snatches of the dinner conversation. As his height retreated another 6 inches, Paul realized he had not yet moved to a safe distance. His pants were down around his ankles, and his underwear was being held up by his throbbing boner.
Before he could be shortened further, he stepped out of his shoes and pants, also leaving his underwear and socks behind. Wearing just his oversized T-shirt, he scurried into the adjacent laundry room, thinking it wouild provide enough privacy for a quick jerk before returning to the dinner table. If everything worked out right, the boys would barely notice his absence.
At a little more than four feet, the laundry room was taking on the apperance of an alien landscape. The washer and drier were both large boxes, and the water heater now extended well into the air. Paul took his large balls in one hand and his dick in the other and got to work.
No sooner had he touched himself, but through the backdoor, he heard the squeek of Don's breaks as the college-aged boy drove up. The car door slammed, and Paul realized that Don was going to be in the laundry room in a matter of moments.
The dirty clothes hamper was the obvious place to jump, but half-full of used garments it would never fit him. "I need to shrink, shrink, shrink," Paul muttered, laying his oversized shirt on the top of the pile. Immediately the sides of the hamper began to ascend into the air, and Paul stepped over the edge the hamper swaying uncomfortably with his added weight. "Come on, shrink shrink, hurry up, shrink shrink shrink."
Don's footsteps were on the concrete stairs outside, and the lid of the hamper closed on the two and a half foot man at the same time the knob turned. Paul's heart was racing as he compulsively stroked his straining erection. He could feel the hamper shifting as he moved, so he whispered "just a little more, shrink, shrink, shrink," as he heard the russling of a giant pass outside.
Finally Don was into the kitchen, and Paul started beating his meat firmly. His skin was tingling, and his head was swimming a little. He was so small! The shirt he had worn just a few minutes ago was spread out underneath him like a carpet, and that excited him even more as he rubbed his hairy front on it.
Paul heard Don shout, "Where's dad?" to his other sons. He tried to ignore it, as he was just starting to get comfortable. There was some russling elsewhere in the house, and Don's voice came again, "Well, a pile of his clothes are right here."