"SHRINKING powder!" Adam exclaimed, his blood suddenly running cold.
Mario didn't seem concerned. "Yeah," he said. "It didn't work. A real disappointment actually." Mario waved one hand in the air dismissively. Mario had already
tried to shrink himself half an hour ago, so he could be discovered by one of the giant athletes that lived on this floor, but he thought it would probably be better to
skip that part. "Don't worry about it," he said reassuringly.
Adam huffed that his roommate had been so careless. He was about to say something mean when a big fist started pounding on the door. Adam opened it. Fred
was standing there in a tank-top, his fur framed for display. Mario sank into a chair as the two men spoke, his dick hardening.
"Stan and I are going to work out," Fred said to Adam, totally ignoring Mario. "Wanna come?"
"Yeah, sure," Adam said. He didn't really want to hang around his roommate right now, and in a moment he was gone out the door.
Mario reached one hand down his pants to stroke his cock and fantasize about him and Fred -- or him and Stan, or maybe both at the same time. Playing with
himself felt really good, but it also felt, well, really small. He opened his fly to expose his shrunken boner, with two small nuts attached. The shrinking powder was
working, but its effects had been delayed about 45 minutes! His vision blurred as the rest of his body collapsed in size.