Liam was silent, but he kept watching and Jake kept stroking himself. He slid his other hand back into the cage and pulled the tiny quilt off Liam, revealing his bulging boxer-briefs. Jake touched Liam’s tent with his fingertip and Liam made a soft noise.

Jake closed the lid on the box and got Cody’s jar off the shelf. At some point during the night, Cody had crawled out of the sock and spread out on top of it. He was laying on his back with serious morning wood resting on his belly.

What a rush it had been to shrink them. Jake’s dick hadn’t been soft since Cody started getting smaller. He kept playing it back in his head. The way Cody struggled, the look on his face, the feeling of his little body squirming in Jake’s hand when it was done.