Paul pulled his pants up and wrapped a belt around his waist. It was obvious that they didn't fit, but he didn't know what else to do. He sat down at the edge of the
bed and rolled up the cuffs so that he wouldn't trip. Then he turned his attention to the dresser where his T-shirts were.
He pulled the drawer open and looked in. Before he could pull out the first shirt, he saw the drawer moving closer to him. His hands felt the handles sliding along
his fingers. He backed away from the drawer and watched as it grew. Everything was growing... the door was taller, the bed was wider. The fabric of his
underwear slid along his legs as his belt loosened its grip around his waist. He looked down to see his pants and underwear fall off, comically large.
Paul watched his clothes, but they seemed to have stopped moving. He looked at the bed, and it too, seemed to be stable once again.
* * *
Matt's dick was hard as a rock. After he stashed the wand in his closet, not wanting to risk getting caught returning it, he had decided to keep an eye on Mr.
DeSoto. Matt felt his prick stirring to life as he watched the muscular man striding around his house with a towel. Matt started to lose interest when Mr. DeSoto
made his hasty exit to the bedroom and started putting on clothes. But when Mr. DeSoto shrank right out of his pants, Matt's dick practically jumped into his hand.
At first, he couldn't believe it. Then, he could! It was just like he had seen in his fantasies a hundred times. The wand really was magic! It had worked! Matt
stroked himself for a minute watching Mr. DeSoto's hairy body, and wondered what it would feel like in his hands.
Matt realized that he had to get close to Mr. DeSoto... now!