My son being the size of a kid was fun, but I liked to take it a step further. I aimed the remote at Matt once again and held the button for a few seconds. This time his boxers weren't able to keep him covered. After only a few inches I could see his little dick, shrinking just like the rest of his body. I hadn't noticed before, but it seemed clothing didn't shrink with a person. To make sure I aimed at Matt's boxers. My son kept shrinking, but his underwear just stayed the same size. Interesting.
I kept shrinking Matt until he was about the size of a baby. He looked so awfully cute at his new size. I wanted to just pick him up and cuddle him, but I resisted the urge. I grinned thinking to myself how much fun I could've with my son at this height. If Matt wanted to stay home as long as possible, just because he gets taking care of. I would show him just how fun it is to take care of him at his new height.
I had planned to grow my son back, but this was a great opportunity to teach him a lesson. Babies get taken care of, not men in their twenties. Besides, which mother would refuse to do their kids first years of upbringing all over again? I leaned over to my shrunken son's ear. "Matt baby, wake up. Mommy is here," I whispered in his ear.
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