Paul held his breath, uncertain of what would happen
when his son walked into the room. He knew that
people had been changing size around him all day, and
that in the last case, he himself had changed size. He
also knew that the smaller he got, the hornier he got.
Now his first-born son was here and just about any
potential situation Paul imagined was bad. As
enjoyable as he found shrinking to be, it was certainly
nothing he would wish on his son with its uncertainly
but likely future of vanishing altogether.
And he certainly wouldn't want his big, strong,
good-looking son to witness his own decline.
God, look at him standing there, staring at me, thought
Paul. He sees that I'm smaller. GOD, that's hot. He
made a move to cover his own erection just as the
doorbell rang.
"Uh, get that son, would you?"
"But Dad . . . is, uh, something wrong? I mean . . ."
"Just get it while I, uh, clean up."
Don walked dazed from the room, unsure of what he
had just witnessed. There was his father, looking
indisputably less formidable than he once had,
throwing a boner in his strangely loose clothing. In a
daze, the college boy opened the front door to find the
neighbor's kid, Matt, panting wildly.
"I, uh, saw you and your dad were home," said Matt. He
was clutching something in his hand . . . some sort of
metal rod.
"Yeah? So?"
Matt paused, clearly uncertain of what to say. Don, not
in his normal good-natured frame of mind, said, "Look,
kid, this isn't a good time. Come back later." The bigger
teen then started to close the door.