Mr. Mendes looked in disbeleif at the tiny young cock that was his manhood, now. He touched it, and a wave of pleasure swept through him. "NO", he thought "I can't do it again, I'll get even younger, if I do it again." But his hand was already wrapped arouind his little boy cock. Between moans of pleasure, he whispered "no". He kept on touching and playing with the cock of a middle schooler. NO! His mind screamed as he felt the rush of his dry orgasm take him. He collopased onto the floor. HIs hand still pumping his tiny meat. Each time he pumped it now, it felt smaller. There weren't any more physical changes that could really happen to it, except for it's size. Mr. Mendes was on the floor for the next hour, just letting his hand pump away his manhood, and begin to pumpaway his boyhood.
He finally stopped. He figured it out now. Evertime he took a piss or jacked off, his tool would get younger. He examined his pudgy little member. He guessed it was about 5 years old. If I go much farther back I wont have anyhting between my legs, he thought. He saw two tiny faces in the mirror, watching him. He turned around, "BOYS!", the brothers ran back down stairs and jumped on the couch. Mr. Mendes stood right in front of them with his little cock swinging in the air. "Did you have something to do with this?" he asked. The boys looked down and both admitted to it. Ric took the brut of the blame, he was the one who cast the spell after all, but Josh hadn't done anything to stop him. They were both to blame. Mr. Mendes made them turn his cock back, but not all the way. He told them to stop at 19. He had his full size and energy at 19. He took the book away from the boys and went over it carefully. He sent the boys to the room he had set up for them. Hours later, Mr. Mendes walked into thier room. "How would you like to lose control over your body, huh?" The boys were afraid, but they knew that this punishment would fit thier crime.
Ric clutched his stomach. It didn't hurt, but all the muscles had contracted making him bend over. The same thing happened to Josh. Ric began to shrink right out of his clothes. His shorts fell right off along with his underwear, and his shirt hung onto him by one shoulder. Josh's clothes became alot looser, too. Only his shorts fell off. His underwear was sagging but it stayed on. His shirt neck opend up more, but not enough to let him slip through it. The boys looked at each other. Ric stood there, in a shirt that was barely hanging on to his tiny shoulders with the rest of his clothes pilled up at his feet. He was only 5 years old now. Josh was standing in an oversized pair of briefs and a shirt was two sizes two big. Josh was 8 years old.