"Cmon" you whisper "Lets try and figure this out" as you push tiny Brett away from your groin. His tiny, dark eyes stare up at you, you are now his god in his eyes.
He slowly descends to thigh height as the two of you walk over to the dining table. "First things first" you say "Has this ever happened before?" You are only met with a tiny shaking of his head. Brett clambers up onto the chair, and in doing so his shorts drop the the floor, leaving him standing there naked before you. You can see that his cock would be massive at normal size. You bend down to reach the shorts, only to feel a tiny punch on your ass cheek. You shoot Brett a glare as he stands there smiling back at you. "Careful," you smile "If you keep shrinking you could end up as a stain under that!" Brett laughs with you. As you stand back up, he tugs on the leg of your satin boxers.
"No, stop," you chide the tiny footballer "We have to work on getting you back to normal. God knows what could happen if you keep shrinking" You finish.Finally Brett speaks "Okay, we'll figure this out". After half and hour of waiting, it appears that Brett has also finished shrinking at the height of 1 foot. The two of you talk throughout the whole time, keeping an ear out in case Chris or Justin decided to wake up. Thank god for hangovers keeping them asleep.
"Man I really got to piss" Brett groans as he begins to climb down from his seat. He faces the other way, revealing his tiny bubble butt with its thick furry crack. As he stands on the floor you decide to stand up and walk him to the bathroom. On the ground you see his eyes staring straight up. However he is not making eye contact with you, rather his is channeling his vision straight up the loose fitting leg of your stain boxers. "Brett, cmon lets go to the pisser" You nudge him with your knee.
Before the two of you start walking, a loud banging comes from the front door "Chris!, justin! Let me in!" Its Mike, oh no, Chris's friend from home is at the door, and you are there with a tiny naked man and the beginnings of a boner. "Wait don't worry I got the spare key from under the mat!" Mike yells.
You and Brett hurry down the hall, but where do you put him?
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