As, Johnny was opening his eyes to discover his new muscular, post pubescent physique, his brother was closing his eyes in ectasy as he came for what seemed like the tenth time in the beautiful woman.
As she rolled him over and leaned over his exhausted body, she kissed Ryan's lips, well little man, let's see if it runs in the family. She bent down, and easily took his entire erect manhood and balls in her mouth. When the love fest had started Ryan's equipment was 9.5" long and 3.25" around with low hangers the size of ping pong balls. What went into the woman's mouth was closer to 4" long (and that was stretching it, literally), with a tiny two marble sack held tight underneath. She finished sucking the young man, really now more of a boy dry, then smacking her lips said, "Let's see, little man, if it runs in the family."
"Come again?" asked Ryan sleepily he hadn't really been listening, his others senses were preoccupied.
"No, little fella, you're tapped out. Maybe in a couple years, you'll be up to it again."
She was gone as suddenly as she'd arrived. Ryan felt cold now that she was gone. He was so tired, and weak. He reached around blindly until his hand found clothing, then he pulled it toward him. He struggled into his boxers, and slowly stood rubbing the sand out of his eyes. He blinked, and looked around the room. It seemed different, maybe a little bigger. In the distance, he could hear people humping somewhere else in the house. Where had that woman gone? He took a step forward and tripped on his boxers as they dropped around his ankles.
He fell to the floor with a thud, he heard a voice that sounded like Johnny's only much deeper echo through the halls, "What the heck!"
Ryan pushed himself upright, noticing his spindly arms for the first time. His guns were gone. Shit, he thought in his doggy style position looked between his arms at his flat chest, it had gone from a 48" to less than 36", he was going to have to shop in the boys clothing section next time he went to the store. His four-pack of abs was not flat as a board, and would take years to turn back into a washboard. His own clothing sure wouldn't fit, and from the look of things Johnny's stuff would even be too large for his new shrunken form.
He cried as he saw his boyhood revisited. Even his treasure trail was gone, he looked like he was thirteen again, just barely thirteen, maybe twelve and a half. He checked his now hairless pits, all gone.
Fuck, he was going to have to go through puberty all over again. "What has that bitch--?" done to me, went unsaid as he gasped at hearing his own now squeaky kid voice. He struggled to dress as best he could, rolling up his pant legs, and tying his pants up with his belt in a neat bow. His socks flopped on his size 4 feet. His size 12 boats were useless to him now. He wandered out of the room down the hall looking for help. Hesitantly, he pinched himself hoping to wake from this nightmare. He heard voices up ahead speaking softly, he walked toward them.