Mr. DeSoto knew that he had to get his mind off
shrinking or else disappear entirely. Unfortunately, this
knowledge was useless to him. As if in a dream, he felt
his mind and body respond with pleasure to his
reducing stature. Still, with a supreme effort of will, he
forced his mind onto other topics: roadkill, surgery, his
old grandmother . . . anything to get his cock down.
Surprisingly, it began to work. He couldn't have been
more than a half-inch tall when his cock went down and
he stopped shrinking. Making sure to force his mind
away from anything sexual, he sat down on the ruler to
contemplate his next move in the world of giants. It was
clear that he would not be able to maintain this respite
in shrinking for too long, as only the most supreme
force of will kept him from overwhelming horniness. As
soon as he let his mind wander again, or fell asleep
and began to dream, up would sproing his erection,
and the shrinking would resume.
Somehow, it entered his mind that the smaller he
became, the more horny he got, and it was only random
horniness that started this shrinking chain reaction.
Now, he thought, he was stuck.
Except he wasn't. As soon as his horniness abated, he
actually began to grow again. It was slow at first, and
there were a couple of false starts as he got
half-erections again, but eventually made it up to about
a foot tall.
Forcing his mind on unpleasant topics (although not as
unpleasant a topic as the fact that as soon as he got
even remotely horny, this whole process would happen
again), he tried to grow bigger still.