As he came down from his orgasmic high, Matt watched Lee continue to shrink down into his lap. If Matt's mind had been overloaded by the sex,
Lee had been knocked insensible from the experience. It was several minutes before he was aware of his surroundings once more, and by that
time he had stopped shrinking at eleven inches tall, sprawled across the giant version of his own thick thigh, with the accompanying cock filling
his line of sight. "What..."
"Looks like you're down for the count, Lee," Matt rumbled, mixing up his sports metaphors. "Luckily I'm here to take your place."
"No, wait, this can't be happening!" Lee shouted, unmanly tears coming to his eyes as his giant double grabbed him in one fist and took him to
one of the lockers. He was placed inside on a shelf, and the copy's hand grabbed a silver stick from next to him. "Is this Matt's locker? Why am I in
here? What are you going to do with me?" His whine was cut off as Matt slammed the locker door and turned the lock. He then grabbed Lee's
discarded clothes and pulled them on just in time, as the team came bursting in to change. They gave him warm, jocular greetings, and Matt was
stunned by how different their respect for him changed depending upon what body he was wearing. They loved their coach, and they treated him
like a barely necessary nuisance.
I don't have enough shrinkweed for this whole lot, Matt thought, pocketing the wand, but maybe I don't need it. Still touching it, he made a silent
wish.