"I swear the acoustics of this house are playing tricks on us," Sei
said, as they walked down the corridor toward the basement, "That
scream must have come from this direction."
"Hey, look here a red Speedo," Mike said picking it up. He gasped,
"It's still warm!"
"So now there's a naked guy running around the house? That would make
me scream," Sei replied. Then he exclaimed, "What are you doing,
Mike?!"
"Hm? Mmm, uh, just, uh, I dunno, I um," stammered Mike who now was
blushing, but had been sniffing the red Speedos in his hand. Then he
said brightly, "How would these look on me? I think they'll look
nifty!" He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his jeans and boxer
briefs in one swift movement. Standing there naked from the waist
down, he stepped into Ryan's former Speedos.
"Man, those will be way too small for you, Mike!"
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" exclaimed Mike as he snapped the Speedos over his
waist, "They fit perfect."
"Perfectly," Sei corrected gasping.
They had been too small for Mike, but now they did fit perfectly. They
hadn't stretched - Mike had shrunk. He was now a hairless, narrow
waisted, muscle bound, water polo player. His shirt and jacket had
vanished, and now goggles hung from around his neck. A boner was
tenting his red Speedos.
"Say, Sei, wanna join the team," Mike asked lasciviously stepping
toward Sei.
Sei turned and ran.