Saul looked up at the titanic balls before him and watched them contract in size. His normal infatuation with size was certainly kicking in and his own cock was out and throbbing rather stiffly at the sight. All thoughts of his own diminishing situation evaporated from his head as the rate at which he was dwindling was roughly the same as that of the huge testicles attached to Scott, before him.
A sudden boom caught his attention, his sharp ears flicking up to full height as the eight inch tall bunny spun to look to the side. There, dripping down from the edge of the coffee table was a white, gooey wall of Scott's cum. However, in the distance, he could see similar "waterfalls" of thick, gooey semen dripping from where it had splattered on the ceiling and -now- was dripping onto the living room carpet.
"God, I'm lucky I'm not out there..." he muttered to himself, only half believing it. In truth, he almost felt like running out and getting all wet! However, that would mean leaving his big, luscious toys... With that, he hopped closer and leaned up against the mammoth balls and -eyes closed- began rubbing himself against them.
Timothy, on the other hand, saw it all.
"Scott! Uh, you're getting smaller..."
The muscle-bound, chubby raccoon only groaned in response, the intensity of his orgasm continuing as his whole body shrunk, his cock somewhat faster than the rest of him. The chest tumbled out of his paws and onto the carpet as another giant shot of his seed splattered against the ceiling and started to rain down on all of them.
"Scott! It's not just your cock!" cried, Timothy, his huge balls bouncing heavily around the raccoon's shoulders. Timothy was the tallest of all of them, now, as Scott slipped down to a mere five feet tall. Somewhere, below, Saul was still the smallest but Timothy could only just see him past the giant testicles...
"Wha...?" came the mumbled reply. Scott was out of it. More and more of the room became covered in his cum as the massive raccoon pumped and groaned, his balls churning out more and more of his cum as if drawing away his mass into a long stream of accelerated shrinking!
"Saul! Damnit, Saul, Scott's getting smaller! Like you!"
Saul looked up, then, confused. "Hunh?"
From above, he could see Timothy's form looming over his and Saul's, the fox's massive balls much bigger than Scott's head! Timothy had pushed his cock to one side to look down at the two of them, between his legs, and had an alarmed expression on his foxish face. It looked odd from Saul's perspective until he realized that Saul's whole body was shrinking and was only about four feet tall!
Saul, stumbling back, looked at himself and realized that he was smaller, still! Scott's testicles and cock had been shrinking extremely fast, now, and looked -in Scott's frame of reference- to be just above normal size ... probably where he'd started, to begin with. Saul, on the other hand, had shrunk down to a size so small that he was still not quite the same height as one of Scott's balls.
He couldn't be more than an inch or so, high!
"Tim!" Saul squeaked, his tiny, rabbit-like body trembling despite the warmth of all that cum oozing down over it along the giant shaft. "Tim, you gotta do something!"
Tim looked around. His huge cock was still in the way and probably still growing at its normal, slow pace but that wouldn't stop him from acting...
...If only he knew what to do!
He looked down as Scott's dwindling seemed to pick up speed, along with his orgasm, and caught sight of the box by his right hand. Stumbling off the couch, the fox reached down and grabbed it. Picking it up, he turned it over and over, finding the gemstone "button" that Scott had turned around.
Taking a deep breath and muttering, "I hope this works," he turned it back to its normal position and pushed it in.
...nothing happened...
The lid didn't open. The box didn't flash or spurt dust over him. Nothing happened!
Timothy pressed the button again. And again. Still, nothing.
Frantically, Timothy looked around and saw Saul shrinking into the carpet. The tiny rabbit was just under an inch tall and Timothy reached for him. Saul could see it coming: like giant trees, Timothy's fingers descended and encircled him with a mass that defied any living thing. The giant fur coating the fox's fingers was still soft, even at the rabbit's tiny size, and soon they closed firmly on him and rose. Saul felt his stomach drop as he was lifted rapidly and set up on the coffee table's top.
The fingers uncoiled and receded, revealing a massive eye staring down from in the middle of the giant fox face. Timothy looked concerned as he boomed, "THERE. AT LEAST YOU WON'T VANISH INTO THE RUG..." The sound was deafening, especially considering Saul's sharp ears. He winced and covered them, a gesture not lost on Timothy.
Nor, apparently, on Scott.
"Uh, guys?"
Both Timothy and Saul looked at Scott. He was very small ... perhaps only two feet tall or so. He was still a muscular, chubby raccoon, but now he was smaller than a yard stick! Worse, especially from Saul's position, looking over the edge of the coffee table, while his orgasm had finally stopped, the raccoon's cock was now very tiny in respect to the rest of his body...
"What happened?"
Timothy set the box down, gently, next to Saul on the table and sat down on the floor so he could be next to Scott and still address Saul eye-to-eye. "I'm not sure but, well, my guess is that the box is totally fucked up..."
Saul squeaked, his tiny voice barely audible. "But, uh, I think I've stopped shrinking..."
Scott nodded. "As has my cock..."
Timothy looked down at the two others and sighed again. "Ok, we're stable for now. What do we do?"