Carter rode miserably in his father's pocket, knowing that in a few minutes, he'd have the hell beat out of him as a tennis ball. Some part of him looked forward to it... when he transformed, apparently the desire to be helpful as whatever object he became was imprinted on his brain.
"I'm riding next to my dad's dick," he thought, as it bounced into him. "Damn, I'm the same size as it, too." That excited him greatly. He had started this day never having had any contact with men, and now he had had a lot! His father was really handsome, too.
His dad arrived at the tennis club. From the pocket, Carter and Ryan heard, "Hello, George!"
"Hi, Jim! Ready for me to beat your ass?"
"You wish," said Jim.
"*I* wish," thought Carter, thinking of his proximity to his father's giant round ass. He wished someone would roll him up and down the crack. He was thinking this when his father's hand reached in and pulled the tennis balls out. He started bouncing Carter up and down on his raquet.
"Let's play!"
It was the most traumatic event in Carter's life, bouncing around between his father's and George's raquets. When he ended up bouncing way, the two giant men used Ryan. Ryan rolled against the fence with Carter as George scored the winning point. "Great!" said George. "I win! I wish our sons were here to see this! They always make fun of me since my own employee beats me every week."
Just then, Ryan and Carter transformed back into themselves... unfortunately, they were still a foot tall and naked. Carter ran over to where Ryan was and said, "I wish you wouldn't transform into anything else." Ryan, seeing the wisdom in this, quickly said the same. Neither of them wanted to end up as socks again... or worse. Except now... DAMN! They were going to be trapped this size forever!
Just then, Jim, looking for the tennis balls, saw the boys!