With a sigh, Scott slid off the couch onto the floor, his pumpkin-sized balls pushing
his legs apart under the coffee table. "No," Scott said, looking at the small rabbit.
"I'm an enormous cock and balls with a racoon attached," he replied with one paw on
the head of his dick as it stretched up towards his chin.
Saul inched forward, wanting to get next to the oversexed giant before he shrank too
small to enjoy this. A broad, pink tongue escaped Scott's lips as his erection swelled
unabated. Big, black whiskers twitched as Scott licked himself, wrapping one arm
around his shaft to hug it to his chest. Saul felt his diminishing member harden at
the sight, and he quietly slid under the table and headed for the swelling orbs before
him -- each one seeming taller than his entire, still-reducing body.
Tim felt his balls tightening up as he watched Scott service his growing member. It
was already face-to-face with the hairy beast, and was beginning to stretch above
Scott's eyebrows. Tim had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself as his center of
gravity shifted, his own formitable member straining against gravity as it inflated.
Finally, Scott's member extended past his head, and with obvious force of will he held
it to one side, looking towards Tim. "You say the box did this?" Scott asked,
gesturing towards the box on the table and Tim nodded. "It's time it did something
else," Scott said.
Scott ran his free paw along its front. One of the stones had a down-arrow. That
seemed promising. Another stone had a circle joined with a down-arrow, and it
seemed to be stuck in the "pressed in" position. Running his claw around the second
stone, he discovered that it was a circle and arrow, but unlike the down-arrow stone,
this stone rotated freely in space and would stay in any direction it was pointed.
Scott frowned. He turned it until it pointed down too, pressed in the down-arrow
stone, and opened the box.
A puff of smoke tickled his delicate whiskers as dust settled on his giant rod, his furry
face, his strong arms, and his rotund belly. Clapping the boxtop closed again, he put
a hand down to scratch behind Saul's ears as the small bunny nosed his enormous
balls, easily twice the rabbit's size. Saul seemed to have stopped shrinking, Scott
noticed. A little small for a bunny, but not too small to tickle his sensitive globes.
Scott looked over to Tim. The fox-man had managed to right himself by leaning
against the wall, his stiffening member now pointing more "up" than "out". Whether
in response to his small friend's ministrations, seeing Tim's excitement, or entirely on
its own, Scott felt pressure starting to build up in his cock. It felt tighter, was starting
to tingle and was definitely getting harder. He put both paws on the tip and started
massaging. Each touch felt electric, and Scott was soon rubbing his paws all over the
end of his cock, trying to stroke its thick sides with both of his muscular arms at the
same time. Even Saul's small touches seemed to be amplified by his body now.
He felt it in his arms first. His shaft was thinning. His hands confirmed it, feeling the
tip of his dick narrow. Then he saw it starting to retract ever-so-slightly towards his
crotch. It was as rigid as a board, and he knew he was going to cum any second, so
he started licking the shaft with his wide tongue. Somehow, his dick didn't explode
as it contracted. It seemed to get even tighter as it gave up each centimeter, and
Scott was soon well beyond the normal intensity where he would have orgasmed.
As the tip of his hard member retreated back to the point where he could lick it
properly, Scott wondered how small he wanted to be. Stretching his mouth over the
tip as best he could, it was clear there were advantages to having a dick long enough
for self-sucking. He giggled and grumbled as it gently teased him, contracting
gradually and making him bend his neck slightly. His whole body started to buzz as
his sexual intensity climbed.
Tim stumbled over to Scott, and climbed onto the couch behind his large comrade-
in-changes. He hefted one of his basketball-nuts to each side of Scott's head, resting
them on his broad shoulders as they spilled forward. Reaching over their mass, he
raked his claws through the fur on Scott's front, scratching his chest and arm
muscles. Leaning down, Tim nuzzled Scott's sensitive ears with his own pointy
muzzle, breathing softly.
Scott's eyes were closed, his lips wrapped around the end of his shrinking cock as it
dropped to chin-level. With Saul gently tickling his huge balls and thighs, and Tim
now aggressively petting his strong upper body, Scott's whole body felt like an echo
of his cock. He felt his muscles stiffening, and it became harder to breathe. Finally,
he took his mouth off his dick to gulp for air and his climax finally exploded.
Scott trembled as the energy was released from his orgasm into the rest of his body.
He felt his arms and legs shake as his dick pulsed, pumping unknown amounts of
cum into the room. His butt slid on the floor, and the couch moved behind him as
tension was suddenly released from every part of his body.
"It's working!" chirped Saul from under the table, sounding just a little disappointed.
It was definitely working, Tim mused watching the white jet arc towards the ceiling,
pleased by the intensity of Scott's orgasm. Tim felt his balls shift against Scott's
head, and he looked down to see Scott slumping as he convulsed in pleasure.
Slumping? No, he saw: Scott was shrinking.