His brother's two simple words rang in Henry's brain as his eyes gazed at the sneaker that his brother so effortlessly lifted off the floor. The shadow from the huge shoe could have eclipsed a city block. The shadow slowly extended across the floor toward George's bug-sized sibling.
Henry turned and fled from the ominous shadow, racing as fast as his legs, now no thicker than a piece of thread, could carry him. His recently exploded cock still leaked the last of the cum from the orgasm he had achieved comparing himself to the unbelievable change in scale between himself and his older brother.
When the shoe dropped back onto the floor, Henry heard the thunderous impact only an instant before the shockwave of displaced air ripped into him. The shrunken man screamed like a banshee as he was tossed like a piece of flotsam across the tiles.
George grunted in aggravation having missed the scurrying insect. He had lost sight of and interest in the insect. He continued walking toward the door of his brother's lab.
Tiny Henry tried to stand, but his head spun. He sank back into a crouching position and screamed hoarsely. "George, don't go!" Henry pleaded. "I need help!"
His brother opened the door and exited. Henry defied the dizziness from his near miss and ran across the floor, only to watch as the monolithic door settled into its frame with a thunderous crash. In despair, he came to a halt, gazing up at the impossible door.
He was alone, smaller than a bug, and lost on the floor of his laboratory. He had only himself to blame. He had let himself get detoured by the overwhelming experience of jerking off in the presence of a titan.
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