Paul DeSoto couldn't help but stare. It was as if -at his
diminished size- his mind was more focused on sexual matters
... he found himself getting more aroused as he looked up at the
seven-foot-tall man. But it was strange: as he looked up at
Steve he kept thinking of the neighbor boy, Matt. It wasn't that his
attractions were not focused on the giant in front of him (he
couldn't deny that) but at his height -four foot six- he couldn't help
but start fantasizing about Matt again.
The dream from the previous night: he knew, now, that it couldn't
have been a dream. But how had this happened? What had
done this to him, Matt, Steve and every other man he'd run into,
today?
Steve looked over his shoulder and looked concerned. "Paul,"
he said, raising an eyebrow, "you're pretty messy, too. Look, I've
showered with other men back in my Army days ... why don't you
come in here and get cleaned up before your brother and
nephew arrive?"
Steve addressing him brought his attention around once more to
his host. "Yeah, that's right... Mike and Josh are on their way...
Uh..." Paul stammered, realizing that being around Steve was
only going to make matters worse. "Look, I dunno..."
The larger man looked down and put his hands on his hips,
finally turning to face Paul directly. Paul simply felt his gaze
drawn down Steve's physique to the massive, bull-like testicles
that hung heavily from the mat of curly brown hair that hid his
relatively smaller penis. Each of Steve's balls were nearly the
size of an orange! They were the biggest that Paul had seen on
anything other than a horse! Steve's cock looked abnormally
small by comparison, but was probably normal in size.
"Don't worry, I won't drop the soap..."
Paul had to wonder, as Steve put a big hand on his shoulder and
guided him towards the shower, whether or not Steve's words
were foreshadowing. He blushed and held his baggy clothes
tighter to his body, worried that his raging hard-on would be
seen by his large co-worker should he disrobe and join him.
"That's not what I'm worried about..." he said, nervously. "It's just
that..."
"You got a stiffie; no problem... Lot's of guys get that; it doesn't
mean anything."
Steve's response took Paul off-guard and he looked up with
greater admiration and a tiny bit of lust openly displayed on his
face.
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Matt ditched his bike in the bushes outside the house where
he'd seen Mr. DeSoto's car stop. The man who invited him
inside was one of Mr. DeSoto's co-workers from the construction
site; he was sure of that. He'd even thought that the guy's name
might be "Steve" but he wasn't sure. But one look at Mr. DeSoto
clinched it: the stranger had bigger balls than his neighbor ... Mr.
DeSoto had been shrinking pretty steadily on the drive to his
co-worker's house.
Having decided to skip school and follow Mr. DeSoto to work and
beyond, Matt had followed him all the way out Route 7 to the
second-string suburbs to this small, isolated neighborhood
nestled in some old growth forest about 10 miles from
downtown. It was quite a ride and Matt's height of 5'5" (he
checked his driver's license again and it -reassuringly- still read
that height) had made the going tough. It seemed as if his
wishes the previous day had cost him an inch in height, each ...
something that he'd have to see if he could reverse, later.
But, now, he had to see what was happening to Mr. DeSoto...
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Paul DeSoto stepped into the tub after Steve and shivered a bit
as he felt himself growing hornier as the world looked slightly
bigger to him. Steve smiled warmly down at him and pulled the
curtain shut, turning on the water thereafter. The hot cascade
poured over the two men as Paul turned around to find himself
eyes-to-sternum with his co-worker.
He'd shrunk about three more inches in the last 10 minutes!
"Uh, Steve...?' he began, but was cut short by his large host
starting to rub shampoo into the smaller man's hair.
"Hold your breath," came the interrupting reply, and Paul felt
himself pushed firmly under the flow of water.
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"I've got to get in there..." muttered Matt to himself, having walked
around the house, twice, looking for an unlocked door or
window. His thoughts went to the wand and he drew it out of his
pocket. "Well, if the price is an inch per wish, I think I could risk
another..."
With that, he pointed the wand at his temple and said, "I wish I
could watch Mr. DeSoto, no, 'anyone', I wanted from afar..."
The teen felt a tingling in his eyes and soon, a mist seemed to
rise up in front of them, revealing a steamy shower and the two
men he'd watched earlier under the rich cascades of water and
soap...