Meeting Mr. Wood

Brock's fingers tapped feverishly on the silver device. His increased IQ helped him act quickly, but his normally clumsy fingers still limited how much he could do in the short time he had. After the first few changes were entered he heard a startled yelp down the hall. Then the sound of running feet told him that Dirk was aware of what just happened. However, by the time Brock's ex-husband reached the kitchen, he was in no condition to fight for the phone.

"F-Funbags? I-I mean Brock!" said Dirk in a high-pitched, pleading voice. "B-baby, I d-didn't mean anything b-by it, I--"

"Shut up, Inglesias," said Brock. "I've got the phone now, and things are only going to get worse if you piss me off even more."

Brock smiled wickedly as he glared at his former lover. With just a few seconds to work with he made some very dramatic changes. Where once might have towered a 6'4", 200-pound bodybuilder, there now cowered a 3' tall, 50-pound shrimp who could barely move under the tailored business suit that covered him like a tent. Somewhere under all those expensive baggy clothes hid an enormous, once proud cock that was now a heavy hindrance hanging below Dirk's knee.

"So, you thought it was cool to make me a sex-starved, mindless bimbo?" snarled Brock.

"N-no! Baby...B-Brock, it's not like that!"

"No?" said Brock. "So you didn't stuff that ridiculously big dick in me four times a day for the past six months? And that's not counting "Anal Sundays" or your daily morning blowjobs. I was your best friend, man! You could have found a nice girl and asked her for permission to make changes you both wanted, but instead you turned me into a sex ****! But don't worry, I'm not going to do that to you..."

Brock's tone of voice did not reassure the mini-man who quivered under a pile of full-size clothes. He considered trying to grab the phone from his ex-wife, but the moment he shifted his feet he felt a new wave of changes come over him.