This choice: "Fix the shrink ray first!" • Go Back...Chapter #7Repairing the machine by: Unknown "Get me home?" Eric asked. "What are you talking about? We need to get this shrink ray fixed!" Eric walked over to the jar where Ben was standing barely knee-high to his own 12-inch stature. "Then we can decide what to do with Ben," he added with a smile.
Don liked the sound of that. He put his face down next to he jar and looked in on his captive, who cowered in response. Then he turned his attention to Erik. Even at 1/6th his usual size, he had a familiar effect on Don. Don's eyes worked Erik over, and he felt his heart beating a little faster. Reaching out a hand, he easily wraped it all the way around Erik's chest and picked the shrunken man up.
"HEY!" Erik chirped. It would have been a shout, but his diminished stature had taken its toll on his voice. Don's dick stiffened as he felt Erik's leg and arm muscles work against his grasp. For a moment he forgot his excuse for picking the hunk up, but he soon recovered his senses.
"Calm down!" Don said, trying not to raise his voice too loud. "I need you to get a close look at the damage to the machine, so you can tell me how to fix it." Erik nodded, still upset at being suddenly so out of control. Don moved his mentor's body around the damaged areas, his eyes never leaving the little man. The rush of power over his boss made his head swim and his cock bulge.
"OK, you can put me down now," Erik said, far too soon for Don's liking. Erik stood on the counter, while Don gathered the necessary parts to effect a repair. Fortunately, the damage looked much worse than it actually was, and there were plenty of the right parts on hand.
In less than an hour, the machine was back in one piece. Ben had taken off his shirt and rolled into into a pad so he had something soft to lay against. Don looked at the hair covering the tiny man's pinky-nail sized chest and he felt his horniness starting to rise again. "I think she is ready to shrink again," Don announced. Ben looked up in horror.
"Or grow," Erik corrected, not noticing the glances that had been exchanged between his student and his rival. Erik looked at Don's large face with a smile. "I think you've done a good job, Don. Would you please move me into position?"
Don wisked his heartthrob off the counter and into the air, feeling his dick want to get hard again. He did his best to stay focused on what it felt like to have the subject of so many fantasies in his hands for the last time. Of course it was over far too soon, and Erik was standing on the platform with the barrel of the shrink ray pointed straight at him.
Returning to the control panel, Don noticed that the machine's controls were more complicated than he originally realized. There were timers, relative sizes, triggers, and more. A whole host of options was arrayed before him. He looked at Ben's jar, and again at Erik, and then selected his settings.
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