The sheer size of everything in proportion to your new height is both overwhelming and breathtaking, and you are drawn in by the new scenery of Brandon's bathroom. While before you might have explored his magazine collection or what shampoo your secret crush uses, now the bathtub is like an enormous canyon wall, and the toilet to your left is a huge mountain of porcelain.
You are so captivated that you don't even realize how much time has passed until Brandon knocks on the door and his voice booms through the door. "Hey, dude, you okay in there?" After a few moments, he calls out again. Of course, any response you attempt is far too quiet for him to hear from such a distance and through a door. He knocks a third time before entering, not wanting to barge in on you.
If the bathroom was huge, then the swimmer's body was titanic. You had always thought about how sexy his body had looked, but now Brandon was a god. His tanned skin gleams in the light of the ceiling lamp far above like an artificial sun in the landscape of the bathroom. His muscles are very easy to notice, especially now that they're as big as you are. The very sight of his big body, dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a thin T-shirt, is immensely arousing, and you are hard from the second he walks in.
The teen looks around and then down, looking with obvious surprise at the tiny boy on a pile of his friend's clothes. "Brian?" He picks you up a little roughly and holds you closer to see. "Holy crap, it is you! What happened?"
"I shrunk myself down, Brandon. I thought it would be cool if I was small for a day at least..."
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