The afternoon sun beat down on the driveway of their suburban home in Sheboygan as Dan’s wife, Sarah, stepped out onto the porch with a mischievous grin. “Babe, the SUV is filthy from that mud run last weekend. Think you could handle washing it before I head to my book club?”
Dan, lounging in the garage with a cold beer in hand, felt a familiar spark of excitement. He’d been tinkering with his latest invention—a sleek, handheld size changer he’d prototyped in secret. It looked like a fancy remote, but it could alter heights with pinpoint precision. His three buddies—Mike, Jake, and Tyler—were already over for what they thought was just a casual hangout and car wash. Perfect.
“On it, honey,” Dan called back, winking at Sarah as she blew him a kiss and disappeared inside. He turned to his friends, all average-sized guys in their thirties, lounging around with sponges and buckets. “Change of plans, boys. We’re making this interesting.”
Before they could protest, Dan raised the device. A soft hum filled the air.
First, he pointed it at himself. Energy pulsed through his body, bones lengthening, muscles expanding. He shot upward—six feet, seven, eight. His clothes stretched and tore slightly at the seams as he towered over the garage, now an imposing 8-foot giant with broad shoulders and powerful arms. The world looked smaller, toys in his grasp.
His buddies stared up in shock.
“What the—Dan?!” Mike yelped.
Dan grinned down at them, his voice deeper, more commanding. “Relax. My turn to have some fun. You three are helping with the wash… but smaller.”
He aimed the device again. One by one, the men shrank. Mike dwindled first, dropping from 5’10” to about 4’2”, his clothes sagging comically. Jake followed, shrinking to a compact 4’1”, looking like a surprised action figure. Tyler was last, ending up at 4’3”, staring at his now-massive hands in disbelief.
“Jesus, Dan! This isn’t funny!” Jake squeaked, his voice higher-pitched but still adult.
“Oh, it’s hilarious,” Dan rumbled, his laugh booming. “And hot. Sarah’s SUV won’t wash itself. Get to work, little men.”
The shrunken trio grumbled but couldn’t deny the strange thrill. Dan’s new height made him feel godlike—every movement deliberate and powerful. He grabbed the garden hose with one enormous hand, the spray nozzle looking like a toy. “Start with the soap. I’ll rinse.”
Sarah peeked out the window, her eyes widening at the sight, but instead of alarm, a flush crept up her cheeks. She knew about the device. She’d encouraged Dan’s “experiments.” Now, watching her giant husband direct his tiny buddies, she bit her lip and stayed hidden, enjoying the show.
The buddies climbed up the SUV like it was a small mountain. Mike scrambled onto the hood, his 4-foot frame barely reaching the windshield wipers. He lathered soap with a sponge the size of a pillow to him, his muscles straining as he worked the suds in circles. The soapy water made his shirt cling to his compact, athletic build, outlining every ridge.
Jake attacked the side panels, standing on his tiptoes and stretching, his smaller body brushing against the glossy paint. Tyler took the wheels, wedging himself between the massive tires, scrubbing vigorously. Their shrunken sizes made every task an erotic challenge—the way their bodies pressed and slid against the wet metal, suds dripping down their arms and chests, turning their clothes semi-transparent.
Dan loomed over them all, his 8-foot frame casting a long shadow. He hosed them down playfully, the warm spray soaking them thoroughly. Water cascaded over Mike’s back as he bent over the roof, his ass flexing under soaked shorts. “Harder, Mike. Get in those crevices.”
Mike shot him a glare that quickly turned heated as Dan’s massive hand reached down, casually adjusting one of the tiny men’s positions—his fingers wrapping around Jake’s waist like he weighed nothing, lifting him higher to reach the sunroof. The casual dominance sent a jolt through all of them. Jake’s breath hitched, feeling the heat of Dan’s palm through his wet clothes.
“Fuck, this is weird… but don’t stop,” Jake muttered, his voice husky now.
Tyler, down by the tires, found himself eye-level with the undercarriage, but his gaze kept drifting upward to Dan’s powerful legs—tree-trunk thighs straining his shorts. The giant’s bulge was impossible to ignore at this scale, heavy and prominent, shifting with every step.
Sarah finally stepped outside, pretending nonchalance at first, but her nipples were visibly hard under her thin tank top. “Looking good, boys,” she purred, leaning against the doorframe. “Dan, you’re such a tease.”
Dan chuckled, the sound vibrating through the air. He set the hose aside and scooped up all three tiny men in one armful, their bodies piling against his broad chest like living dolls. They squirmed, wet and soapy, their hands instinctively gripping his massive pecs for balance. The contact was electric—small fingers exploring the hard contours of his body, the contrast in size making everything feel intensely intimate.
“Time for the final rinse,” Dan announced, but his tone had dropped into something darker, more aroused. He carried them to the side of the SUV, pressing their slick bodies against the warm, soapy metal while he hosed them off personally. The water sluiced over them, over him, soaking everyone. Mike’s face ended up pressed against Dan’s abs, feeling the ridges through the wet fabric. Jake’s hands slid lower, brushing the waistband of Dan’s shorts by accident—or not.
Tyler groaned softly as Dan’s free hand cupped his ass, lifting him effortlessly to scrub a stubborn spot on the roof. “You’re enjoying this too much, big guy.”
“Guilty,” Dan growled, his own arousal growing obvious, the massive outline in his shorts tenting prominently. He lowered the trio back to the ground, but kept them close, his giant form surrounding them. The buddies, drenched and breathing hard, looked up at him with a mix of defiance and desire. Their own cocks strained against their shrunken shorts, the size difference amplifying every sensation.
Sarah sauntered over, running her hand up Dan’s thigh—her fingers barely spanning the muscle. “My hero. The car looks… almost done. But I think you boys need a proper cleanup now.”
Dan’s eyes met hers, then flicked down to his tiny friends. “Garage. Now. All of you.”
The group moved inside, the air thick with anticipation. The SUV sat gleaming under the sun, forgotten for the moment. Inside the garage, Dan shrank himself down just enough to fit comfortably—still towering at 7 feet—while keeping his buddies small. He stripped off his soaked shirt, revealing his chiseled, oversized physique. The three little men followed suit, their compact bodies glistening, cocks hard and eager.
What followed was a tangle of sizes and sensations. Dan lay back on a large workbench, pulling Sarah onto his lap first. She rode him slowly, moaning as his enhanced size filled her completely. Meanwhile, the shrunken buddies swarmed him—Mike and Jake licking and stroking wherever they could reach, their small tongues and hands teasing his nipples, his balls, the base of his shaft as Sarah bounced. Tyler climbed higher, kissing Dan’s neck, grinding his own small erection against the giant’s abs.
Hands roamed. Mouths explored. The contrasts—giant cock sliding into wife, tiny bodies worshiping every inch—pushed everyone over the edge. Orgasms ripped through them in waves: Sarah crying out first, clenching around Dan; the buddies spilling onto his skin; Dan roaring as he came deep inside her, his massive body shuddering.
Afterward, they collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. Dan restored everyone to normal sizes with a lazy flick of the device, though the memories lingered.
Sarah kissed him deeply. “Best car wash ever. Next time… maybe the truck?”
Dan grinned, already plotting. “Deal.”
The buddies just laughed, flushed and hooked. “We’re in.”
