Francisco Mendes closed his eyes as he grappled with
the waves of sensation that had suddenly began
coursing through his body.
He knew he needed to control himself in front of the
boys, but he was so consumed by the pleasurable
feelings.
Ric and Josh watched in amazement as they saw their
mentor's body begin to diminish quite rapidly. His
body began to disappear into the billowing folds of a
suddenly much too large T-shirt. Suddenly, the T-shirt
and shorts, no longer supported by Mr. Mendes' frame,
fell to the floor. Their older friend disappeared in
the heap of clothing.
"Awesome!" Rick exclaimed.
"Let's find him!" Josh said, reaching for the rumpled
T-shirt.
Mr. Mendes, his eyes still closed, felt like his own
body was being burned away by intense spasms of
sensation. "What...what is happening?" Mr. Mendes
wondered.
At the same moment, the boys had taken the discarded
clothing off the floor. They stared down in
astonishment at a tiny, naked Mr. Mendes who was
resting on his back on the flat of one of his sandals.
"Look at him!" Josh cried out.
Suddenly, Mr. Mendes forced himself to open his eyes.
At first, he was completely at a loss. Where the hell
was he? He pressed his palms on the flat of the long
stretch of leather of his sandal.
Then, he heard the dull, rumbling sounds of the
conversation between Ric and Josh.
"Wow, you shrunk him," Josh said.
"Well, now we know it works," Ric replied.
Mr. Mendes found himself looking up at the huge faces
of his young friends. They towered above him like
100-foot-tall giants.
"What have you done to me?" Mr. Mendes squeaked as he
scrambled to his feet.
He tried to interpret what had happened. He saw Ric
holding a book that looked the size of a small
building.
"I've shrunk!" Mr. Mendes screamed.
"How tiny did you make him?" Josh asked.
"Well, I wished that he would be three inches tall,"
Ric