Deonte was surprised to be on vacation with his coworker Tanner. They had a working relationship, but didn't get close untill about a month ago. When Tanner offered to take him on his vacation, he was shocked, but didn't turn it down either.
Three days into the vacation, Deonte was enjoying the getaway along with Tanner. It was still a few more days to go before both had to return to work. He saw that Tanner had something he wanted to tell him by the look he would get sometimes.
"Go ahead and spit it out. You want to tell me something. I know it." Deonte waited for him to respond. He was curious.
"Wow, I was that obvious?" Tanner asked. He saw Deonte nod his head. "Okay. It's about work. Frank is retiring. They are looking for a new supervisor to replace him." He revealed finally. This was part of the reason why he brought Deonte along for his vacation.
Deonte was interested in what that had to do with him. "So, I am sure they are outsourcing for a new person."
"No, they have already thought about his replacement." Tanner paused. "It's down between you and me for the selection. They hadn't decided yet." He added.
"Wow, how did you found out?" Deonte immediately asked.
"I asked around." Tanner paused. "Anyway, I want to get the position and make it easier on them to decide at the same time."
"It comes down to may the best man win." Deonte shrugged his shoulders.
"You're right." Tanner had planned for this. He opened up the app on his phone. The setting was preset. He pointed his phone camera at Deonte. "Time to go relax and have a beer, buddy." He hit the flash option. A beer bottle now was on the floor. He placed the beer in the frig to get cool first.
Deonte found that he couldn't move or speak. He felt a hand easily picking him up. "Tanner, what's going on?!" Nothing vocalized at all. He then felt a sudden cold. He was in the frig. He realized what happened. He was some kind of beverage. He saw the frig light turn off as the door closed.
Deonte felt like it was an etenity in cold and darkness before he finally saw light again. His liquid insides felt frigid cold. He felt Tanner's hand grab him. The top was lifted off his bottle form.
"No, please don't drink me." Deonte mentally pleaded, hoping for some sort of mercy.
Tanner took several sips of his human transfomed beer. "Wow, you taste so good. I think I will enjoy you outside." He went to relax near the water. He sat on one of the chairs and propped up his feet. He sat his beer down on the ground.
"Please don't drink any more of me! Change me back before I am completely gone, pleaase! Can you hear me?!" Deonte pleaded. He felt earlier of his liquid insides going down Tanner's throat and into his stomach to be consumed. It was a nightmare. Tanner was devouring him in order to get the promotion, completely removing him from the selection.
Tanner let out a relaxing sigh. "This is the life. A nice vacation and enjoying a beer with my buddy, or should I say my buddy as my beer." He laughed as he picked up his beer bottle and drunk more. He love the taste of his beer. He wanted to savor every bit of it. Yet it was a taste of victory as well. With Deonte gone, he would definitely get the supervisor position that will be available soon. He continued to drink Deonte down until there was only left one swallow in the bottle.
Deonte only saw a swallow of himself left. The rest of him was stewing in Tanner's stomach. He mentally wept as he realized he will soon be completely gone for good, and there was nothing he could do about it. He watched in horror as the last swallow went down Tanner's throat and mouth. The very last of himself cosumed and reduced to nothing in Tanner's stomach.
Tanner let of a belch as the last of the beer was gone. He tosseed the empty bottle in the nearest trash can. He smiled as the competition was now devoured in his stomach. The supervisor position was definitely his now.
Blake had come to Carter's house for the week. They had been chatting online for over six months since they both live several states apart from each other. He truly enjoyed his time with him, but the last day had come, and he had to catch his flight back home. He had to back to work the following day.
"Come on, just one more day." Carter pleaed with him. He didn't want Blake to leave. He really wanted him to stay much longer than just one week.
"I wish I could. But my flight leaves today." Blake paused, wishing he could stay as well. But he had an important job. They were expecting him to work the following day. "Besides, we will meet up again. I promise." He aded as he gathered his things in preparation to call the cab to go back to the airport.
"I think you should stay and quit your job there. Make a fresh start here with me." Carter suggestd with a seductive smile on his face.
Blake smiled back, "that is tempting, but no." He paused again and smiled back. "Give us time, okay." He added as he finished getting everything together to leave.
Carter didn't want him to go at all. He opened up a new app that was availalble on the market. Shrink and Growth app. He knew there was one way he could keep Blake with him for as long as he wanted. "Let me take one picture of you then to remember you by." He asked as he pointed his phone camera at him. He put in the size for three inches. He waited for him to pose and hit the flash option.
Blake saw the flah of the camera. He then turned around and saw the room getting larger. He looked back over a Carter. He too was getting larger by the seconds. He then realized that he was shrinking and everytihng else including Carter was staying the same. By the time he stopped shrinking, he saw that he was so tiny compared to everything else around hm. He felt the vibration of the floor as a giant Carter walked over to him. His feet were so huge, just looking at them. Carter's voice sounding booming like a giant to him.
"Aww, you look even cuter now." Carter smiled down to a tiny Blake. He reached down and grabbed him with his hand. He held him in the palm of his hand. "I tried to convince you to stay, but you would not listen. So I went to drastic meassures." He smiled down at thim.
"Put me back to normal size now. I need to get back home. We will have a life together one day." Blake pleaded with his now tiny voice. He didn't like being so tiny in his hand.
Carter laughed as he placed Blake on the coffee table. "But you are home. Let me show you your new home." He added as he got undresses except his underwear. He then picked up Blake and put him inside. He then releasd the elastic band. He could feel him struggling and squirming. It felt so good to him. He then went to lay down. "Struggle all you want. This is your new home now." He laughed as he closed his eyes and placed his hand over his crotch, enjoying all the squirming from tiny Blake.
Blake found the that more he struggled, the more Carter was enjoying it. He wanted out, but he was trapped in his tight underwear. He didn't expect the guy to literally shrink him to keep him. It was like Carter was completely ignoring his struggles.
"Oh wow, this feels really good. I can feel them struggling in my balls." Tom said to his buddy next to him. He could feel his prey struggling to find a way out of the prison he was swallowed in.
"Didn't I tell you being a Pred is great. I can feel mine too." Ron laughed. "The tiny struggling in ther is very amusing."
Ron had convinced his friend to be a Pred like him. They lured two young twinks in their late twenties to hang out with them. Only for the the twinks to be shrunken in size and served to their cocks for a meal. Tom rather enjoyed how the tiny twink struggled all the way down.
"Being a Pred is great and much more fun than I realized." Tom admitted. "I think I want to keep my tiny prisoner for a good while he feels good down there." Tom added, patting his crotch area.
"I turned one into cum one time." Ron said, enjoying the feeling of the tiny's struggles knowing eventually he will realize he will never escape. "I also made one into my boots as well. He is still lasting a while. I have him for over two years now." He added, smiling.
"So you do more than just vore them then?" Tom asked Ron, being curious.
"Of course, being a Pred is more then just vore them. You can transform your prey into objects for you to keep. Next time we go hunting, we can try that." Ron suggested at the end.
"I think I might want me some TF socks. My feet do a number on my socks. I have to buy a new pair every two weeks." Tom said and laughed. "I hope the prey don't mind feet." He laughed again.
"Even if they do, they are prey after all." Ron laughed along with him as both of them continued to enjoy the futile attempt of the twinks in their balls trying to escape a prison they will never be released from.
My freshman year roommate went overseas for his second year of college. A study abroad thing. When he got back that next summer, we hung out and he asked if I wanted to see a magic trick. He called over a daddy bear from Grindr, kissed him in front of me, and I assumed this was going to be some sex thing... until the kisses got deeper and that thick daddy started slipping into my friend's maw.
"You ate him," I said
But he just grinner at me. "That's not the magic trick."
Curious, I stuck around. The next morning, he walked over to me and lifted up his shirt, showcasing more definition in his torso than he had the day before. "Tada!"
Each tattoo is the soul of some lucky prey boy, forever stuck inside his flesh, his to use and tease for the rest of his days. And you? Well, he's looking for some new ink, and who better to add to the canvas than his best friend?
Jake walked into the kitchen, ducking his head under the doorway, then leaned against the fridge. Trevor’s fridge was one of the bigger ones he’d seen, but Jake easily rested his arm on it with his elbow below shoulder level. “Thanks again for letting me stay over here while I’m back in town,” Jake said.
“It’s no problem, I’m glad you decided to,” Trevor said. “Just, uh, be careful with the place. You look bigger every time I turn around but all the stuff here’s still the same size,” he joked.
Jake laughed. “Nah, I think you and your stuff just got smaller, dude,” he joked back. “Last time I saw you we were both teenagers, with you years ahead of me, but I was already taller than you. I didn’t really notice just how much I grew when I lived on the coast – there were a lot of tall guys over there and I fit right in. Besides, when I regularly spent all day on the beach in my flip flops and swim trunks, mostly just replacing those as I grew, it was easy to miss how hard my growth spurts were hitting me, especially during the summers. But coming back here in my twenties, your folks’ old place feels so small and you, you just look tiny.” Jake walked up closer to Trevor as he said that last sentence, even further accentuating their height difference. Trevor normally had to tiptoe to see over the top of the fridge, but even if he stood on the tips of his toes the top of his head was inches lower than Jake’s shoulder.
Trevor desperately wanted Jake to sweep him up into his arms, to push him down and start dominating him, or anywhere between, and the way Jake was emphasizing how much bigger he was seemed to divert most of the blood from Trevor’s brain to his cock. And Jake was standing so close. Trevor struggled to think of something to say that wouldn’t give away his one-track-minded horniness.
“The beach, huh?” Trevor said. “I bet you were everybody’s first pick in volleyball, right?”
Jake chuckled. “Actually I’m terrible at volleyball. With how low the ball tends to go I’m pretty bad at making space to hit it the right way in time. Nah bro, I’m talking about surfing.” He turned around and opened the fridge door, grabbing a pair of purple cans he’d brought here and offering one to Trevor.
Trevor took the can and walked with Jake to the living room, where Jake took the couch and Trevor sat himself in a chair facing it. Jake kicked off his huge flip flops once he sat down, the left one of them not going far and the right one going across towards Trevor, landing just in front of the foot of Trevor’s chair. Jake’s can fizzed as he popped the tab, and Trevor’s did the same when he opened his.
Trevor tasted the contents of the can. A little sweeter than he liked it, with an artificial grape taste, but on top of the sweetness, not even diminished or hidden by it, the drink had a strong kick to it. “Buddy of mine back home showed me this stuff,” Jake said. He set his drink down beside him. Trevor took another sip of his, the combination of flavors seeming more pleasing on the second sip.
“First time I went to the beach after I moved out there, I saw some guys surfing and knew I wanted that to be me. I started with a board that seemed a decent size that I found at some kinda tourist-y shop and couldn’t get the hang of it at all. I tried for weeks! But then I ran across some other guys as big as me, and one of the guys was like ‘Bro, you’re using a board for tiny people. Try mine,’ so I did. And you know what? All the practicing I’d been doing on ‘hard mode’ with the tiny board suddenly paid off once I had a board big enough to balance correctly on. I must have impressed those dudes because soon we were hanging out every day. And from then on, unless the weather really sucks I try to go out on the water every single day.”
“That’s great,” Trevor said, “it sounds like things started going your way and you made some good friends.”
“I sure did,” replied Jake, “but it’s funny, if I tried to use that same board – the one bro let me try, not the tiny one – it would probably be smaller than I’d want to use now.”
“Damn,” Trevor said, “how big’s your board now?”
“The one I use now is nine and a half feet long,” Jake said, “but it’s still shaped like a regular surfboard, not a longboard. Now, I’d have no problem using that eight foot board, but I wouldn’t have the control I do with mine.”
Trevor tried to picture a board as big as Jake used now. “That’s huge. Suppose I come visit you next time, how big of a board do you think I’d need to get started?”
Jake chuckled, resting his right shin horizontally over his left knee, his enormous bare foot too eye-catching for Trevor to rest his gaze anywhere else. Jake looked Trevor over and chuckled again. “Don’t forget about your drink while you’re taking in the view,” he said.
Trevor barely caught that; his eyes had been tracing the outline of Jake’s toes. With some delay, he said, “Oh,” nodded, and took a sip. He swallowed the sip, then he tilted his head back, taking what remained of the can’s contents in gulps.
“Do you know what this stuff does?” Jake asked, holding up his can. Trevor was still staring at Jake’s toes. “Here, look at the can, Trevor.”
Trevor made a surprised sound, then directed his gaze at Jake’s can. Except where his fingers were, there was condensation around all but the very top of the can, as if Jake had opened it without drinking any. The can was purple, with a magenta logo that said ‘五疯狂’* with ‘cinq folles’ directly below in brackets; below that was some text: “You can do anything when you’re in the ZONE!!”; further down, below what were presumably Chinese and French translations of the same text: “Nootropic intoxicant intended for focused work. For your safety, avoid social interactions of any kind while using the product due to high suggestibility. Do not operate a motor vehicle or heavy machinery while under the influence.”
Trevor blinked, feeling like someone had tipped him out of his chair. He was still in his chair, but that foggy feeling of being woken up from a nap filled him, just without any tiredness. “What kind of notice is that? ‘Don’t drink with your friends?’”
Jake laughed. “Ridiculous, right? My buds and I think it’s best for drinking together. We have all kinds of fun, and it’s part of how we got as big as we did.”
Trevor visibly hung on Jake’s every word, but he was still confused by the end. “What? Does it have growth hormone in it?”
Jake shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing like that. It makes you really suggestible when you drink it. But it’s not just that. It makes it so you can do the things you want to do, even if they shouldn’t be possible. Like growing.”
Trevor blinked. Part of his mind lightly floated, but he was comprehending the words he was hearing, he thought. “So like, you gave each other suggestions to have big growth spurts, and it worked?”
Jake smiled, his eyes drifting for a second like he was thinking back. “At first. That was slow but it seemed to be working okay. Then Stu messed up the wording and Rory grew inches in seconds, right before our eyes.”
“Wow,” Trevor said, marveling. “Do you think that would work on me?”
Jake simultaneously blinked, smiled, and nodded. “I do, that’s why I wanted to make sure you had finished yours before I told you what size surfboard I thought would work for you.”
“That’s so cool!” Trevor said with almost childish enthusiasm, his filter somewhere away with the part of him that was floating. “How big am I going to grow?”
Jake had a bit of a smirk this time. “That’s the thing. You can’t get somebody to follow a suggestion if it’s not something they want, at least in some part of themselves. We tried shrinking Stu with it as a prank but we could only get him to five foot six, nothing could make him smaller. Then we tried it on Rory and could only get him to five foot ten. They both tried it on me and they said they couldn’t make me smaller at all, except for undoing some of the extra size they’d added. We realized we’re just big dudes that want to be big. But you?” Jake snorted.
“You,” he continued, “I’m not gonna even try to grow you, but I bet I couldn’t get you much bigger than this. I’ve seen how you swoon whenever I emphasize my size over yours or even get up close enough that you can’t ignore how much bigger I am. Now, you’ve never surfed, right?”
Trevor had been reeling at Jake’s words but when it was time to answer a question, that was out of his mind, and he shook his head. “No, I’ve never surfed.”
“Now,” Jake started, “don’t get me wrong, you can do some sick stuff with longboards, so it’s not a diss on them when I say it might be easier for you to start learning with something that size. When I use a longboard it’s a huge twelve-and-a-half foot one, a little under twice my height. For you… well, I think if you stood both feet on that flip flop down there it might be about the right size to be that same length to you.”
Jake’s words all wormed their way into the back of Trevor’s mind, but a recollection of them sat oddly at the forefront. Jake was saying the length of the flip flop that he’d kicked over to Trevor would be nearly twice Trevor’s height, right? Everything felt the same to Trevor, and everything looked the same. Trevor’s feet dangled from this chair just a little, but they always did. “I dunno, man,” Trevor said, “I know we’ve had some fun joking that I’m tiny. Now, I don’t mind it at all, and it’s no joke that your feet are huge, but it seems like I’m way too big for that to be true.”
“I know it’s not the right size for you yet,” Jake replied, “what I said is it will be once you stand with both your feet on the flip flop. You can’t deny that you’re at least small enough that you could fit both your feet on something I cover with one of mine.”
That part was certainly true. Trevor perked up a little at that, his gaze going back to Jake’s toes once again. He adjusted forward in his seat, putting his feet where they blocked his view of Jake’s sandal. Up here they each covered a little more than half of it from Trevor’s sight, but if his feet were directly on the surface instead of held above it, it seemed there would be plenty of room.
“Aren’t you curious how much room there is to spare if you stand on it? I know you are, and I know the more room there is the more excited it’s going to make you. And the cool thing is, when a suggestion does something that turns you on, you can let that arousal strengthen the suggestion so you can get even more aroused, and make the suggestion even stronger. That doesn’t have to be sexual arousal, it can be any kind of excitement, but sexual arousal is the easiest to use when you’re giving someone else suggestions.” Trevor may have been the same size as always but his mind was in the palm of Jake’s hand. He listened raptly as his gaze continued to wander across Jake’s foot. “It turns you on to think about, right?” Jake asked. Trevor nodded as soon as Jake asked.
“Good,” Jake continued. “Think about how turned on you’d be if you put your heels next to each other, feet facing opposite directions, and found that the front and back edge of the flip flop were half an inch out of reach of your toes on either side.”
Trevor sighed peacefully.
“Great,” Jake continued. “Now think about how much it would turn you on if you placed your feet the same way, but instead there was a full inch of extra sandal on each side. Think about how big that foot you’re staring at would seem, to fill a sandal that big to you.”
“Mmm...” said Trevor, with a moan carefully veiled in a sigh.
“Perfect,” Jake said as Trevor’s attention hung between his words and between his toes. “Now, double that. And double that. And keep going. Keep multiplying until you find how aroused you’d be to find your feet took up negligible space on them, barely a square inch, and to find the flip flop so big that you could lie down on it and find it significantly longer than your whole body, even with your arms extended up. Now hold that in your mind, hold that feeling with the surface of your soles. While you do, think about how much easier it was to imagine each larger version of my sandal, each smaller version of yourself, with how aroused you’d become in imagining the previous one? Each should flow into the next, so you can become fully aroused, right?”
Trevor’s feet tingled. He had so much anticipation for the feeling that was waiting, thrumming, at the bottoms of them, but he had no access to the feeling there, just the buzzing sensation it made. He thought about it – if his feet touched the surface of Jake’s flip flop, the feeling would surely release into his whole body and he could bask in the intensified arousal and bliss of it. “Yeah, quickly,” he said to Jake’s question. He wanted to release his anticipation all at once, in a way that it would all come out before he even realized it was happening.
“That’s the spirit,” Jake said. “Now, when you’re ready, make sure you have all that arousal stored away in the soles of your feet, and go see how much room there is on my flip flop with you standing on it.”
Trevor stood up. He was the size he was accustomed to being in his living room, which almost felt odd considering how big he felt like he’d just been imagining everything. Jake looked at him expectantly. The flip flop was pretty big there on the floor between Trevor’s feet, but there was no way he could lie down on it. Why did he slightly doubt that then? The only way to know for sure was to step onto it.
Trevor put his right foot on it, his toes half an inch from the front edge of it, his heel just about in the middle. Nothing happened. He thought the tingling in his sole would release once it touched Jake’s sandal, but it remained instead. He couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
“Now the other one,” Jake urged. “Are you ready for this?”
Trevor’s anticipation returned in full force, and without looking he lifted his left foot and lined it’s heel up with his other one, setting it down with its toes toward the heel of the flip flop. He didn’t have time to look down and see how much room there was at first, so abrupt was the blast of proprioceptive distortion that set over him.
Over the course of two seconds, Trevor reeled as he dwindled rapidly. The ceiling got further away faster and faster as everything around him grew and receded out of reach, and the flip flop he had stepped onto grew vast. The change was smooth and continuous, but it seemed to get faster and faster to him as everything besides Trevor doubled in size over and over again. Over the last tenth of a second the change glided smoothly to a halt.
For a moment Trevor’s stomach quivered with nausea – it was a feeling less like the perceptual dissonance of motion sickness and more a physical response, like from the flips of a roller coaster – but it quickly abated. He looked down. All he saw was his own form and flip flop he was standing in the center of; looking down as he was, the edges of the flip flop were out of his field of view. He looked up a little, trying to take in more of his surroundings. His gaze caught on the side of the flip flop that was closest in front of him and he was stunned – it seemed at least 45 feet away from him.
Trevor turned left, tracing the edge of the flip flop as it receded into the distance. He started to notice that the toe end seemed twice as far away as the side of the shoe had when a huge column caught his eye. His eyes followed its length upward and he realized it was the piece of the sandal that went between the big toe and the second toe, with straps coming off it in either direction. The right strap extended in an arc over his head, far out of reach.
A voice that seemed hundreds of times bigger than Trevor’s whole body boomed down at him. “Wow, fuck, I think I might have overdone it,” Jake said. “I only half believed you’d get to the size I said, but you got even smaller, so I guess that feedback loop worked really well. You must be like a quarter inch tall.” Jake laughed, getting closer and putting his hands on his knees as he bent down to look at Trevor from directly above.
Trevor was so angry to see Jake laughing after he did this to him! He shouted upwards, shaking his fists and stomping his feet. He needed Jake to change him back, he demanded it.
Jake just laughed more, then he asked, “What, bro?” He snickered again. “I think you’re too small for your words to matter now.”
Trevor was furious at that and he screamed as loud as he could, again demanding Jake to grow him back. But even if Jake had held his ear a foot above Trevor, he would have been hard-pressed to actually hear what he was saying.
“You know, I’ve lost count of how many times I fantasized about doing this to you after we got back in touch a few years back, especially the times I imagined making you this minuscule. You’re so fucking tiny I could crush you with just my little toe if I decided to.” Jake stood up straight again, lifting his right foot and holding it over his flip flop so it blocked Trevor’s view of his face.
Jake lowered his foot quickly, stopping just an inch over his sandal. To Trevor, the titanic foot looked like it was over twenty feet above him and over a hundred feet wide, the big toe on its own over thirty-five feet across and closest. The big toe flicked down suddenly and a huge force against Trevor’s back overpowered him down to his hands and knees.
Jake lifted his foot out of the way, looking down at Trevor and enjoying a mild if smug laugh. “That’s right, that’s the position you should be in. It’d be a joke to say I’m like a god to you now – at this point each of my toes on its own is like a god to you. You’re going to be stuck this way, just because that’s what I decided. I could easily grow you back with a few more drops of that Wu Fengkuang and a couple suggestions, as long as you wanted to get bigger. But the size you ended up with reflected my own truest desires, so why would I?”
Trevor couldn’t believe his ears. He was a person, whatever size he was, but Jake was treating him like he was his to do whatever he wanted with. He looked up at Jake, right in the eyes, and started to stand up.
Jake shook his head slowly, cleared his throat, and made a loud plosive sound. A glob of saliva grew in Trevor’s vision as it descended towards him, with enough time before it started falling too fast to accurately see that it could start to dawn on Trevor how much bigger than him the spit Jake had just unleashed was. It knocked him down when it hit him, coating him completely and pushing him closer to the enormous column that the flip flop’s straps extended from.
“You think you’re not mine?” Jake asked. “You’re too small to be my pet, so maybe you’re just my toy. But honestly? You’re probably too small to be my toy either. A worshiper could be smaller than a toy, but it doesn’t seem like you’re one of those by how you’re acting. Honestly, it seems like you might just end up a smudge on my flip flop.”
Trevor struggled as Jake said this, each sentence filling him with a little more panic. It wasn’t just saliva covering him, Jake had hacked up a fair amount of mucus and it had started to dry almost as soon as Jake’s loogie had hit the sandal; Trevor had gotten his legs lodged in a larger glob of mucus during the impact and he worried that it would thicken or even harden around him before he could get them free.
Jake laughed again, seeing Trevor’s quivering panicked struggles. “No, I guess I should be nice. You were my friend, after all, before you became too small to matter.” He licked his left index finger and jabbed it down near Trevor, then brought it close more gently. Trevor wasn’t sure if he trusted Jake to offer him something better than the predicament he was in, but he adhered to Jake’s fingertip regardless of what he wanted.
Jake brought the fingertip close to his face and opened his mouth wide. Trevor squirmed, and redoubled his efforts when he saw the thrill in Jake’s eyes. He was stuck though, doomed to be along for the ride as Jake put his finger into his mouth. It was so warm, so dark, the only light coming into the mouth from behind Trevor. Jake’s tongue pulsed and Trevor feared it was going to lick him right off the fingertip, but it went past him, the tip coming to rest against the roof of Jake’s mouth. Then Jake scraped his fingertip against his bottom teeth, first shaking Trevor then knocking him off, so he fell down to Jake’s gums and then tumbled down into the sublingual area at the bottom of his mouth. Jake let his tongue back down, flush with his bottom teeth, covering most of the light, then closed his mouth, drowning out the rest.
Without the light, Trevor had only the sounds of saliva moving to give him any warning when Jake’s tongue pulled down into the lowest part of his mouth, instantly trapping Trevor between the floor of his mouth and the underside of his tongue. Then he abruptly moved his tongue back up to where it was level with his teeth, Trevor’s surroundings along with Trevor himself sloshing around as the pressure briefly jerked everything under Jake’s tongue upward.
Jake’s voice boomed from all around Trevor. “You might be able to last a while in there if you’re careful, especially when you grab a little of whatever I eat for yourself. On the other hand you might end up going down my throat lodged in the first bite when I go get a burger in a little bit. Maybe I’ll take you out in a few weeks and see if your attitude has changed, but I want you to spend your time in there knowing it’s a lot more likely that I’ll just intentionally swallow you and then forget all about it far before that.”
Trevor trembled in a sprawl amid the saliva under Jake’s tongue. All he could do was dwell on how completely powerless he was over whatever Jake decided to do to him. He would do everything he could survive, he had to. But by the end, by surviving, wouldn’t he become the little toy, the little worshiper, that Jake wanted to turn him into? A little part of Trevor asked if becoming Jake’s willing plaything would be so bad, and he quivered at the thought.
[* If you're curious, google translate will show the drink name 五疯狂 is just a riff on 4 Loko.]
Today’s been a surprisingly good day. I was just taking it easy when Kieran messaged me on Xbox. He was typing all slow, and I thought he said his brother shanked him at first. I was like damn bro, and you’re really bleeding out talking to me on here in your last moments? Bro. But also call an ambulance, I don’t need that on my conscience. Dude was taking forever to type on his controller keyboard so I was about to go over there but then he responded “shrank*”. I was like “oh ok right and so you’re probably climbing on the controller taking forever to type, nice prank”. He’s always like that, you know?
I figured just let him do his bit so he started telling me about how his younger brother downloaded some app called MINIFi off a third party site and shrank him small enough to fit in his hand. Figured he was pretending his brother Ed must have come back or something after that because he stopped messaging. Anyway, I downloaded the app because I was curious. I got it open but kept saying “no targets acquired” on the screen. According to the description, it needed to see a person through the back camera.
I pointed the phone at the mirror, and it outlined me for an instant, then displayed, “error: reflection”. So I tried holding the phone out away from me at a selfie angle, with the phone towards the mirror so I could see in the reflection. In the reverse text that the mirror showed, I made out “error: unsafe target”. It was neat that it could recognize people I guess, but this was clearly just a prank. The help page linked through the app said something about people dropping their phones if they could shrink themselves, but there was also a premium version of the app for more than I was willing to pay that had that fail-safe turned off as one of the features. Whatever. Nice one Kieran, distracted me for the afternoon at least.
Then my shitty roommate Drew got home. When it comes to random roommates I could have gotten paired with, this dude was the worst draw. He always put stupid televangelist crap on way loud and early in the morning on the weekend, and he was openly insulting to my more obviously gay friends while being rude to me if I came home when he was with some poor woman that by then probably just hoped he’d shut the fuck up. At least he tended not to bring his friends back here, spending most of his time out with them.
When he showed up, Drew was all covered in sweat and he fucking stank, like he usually did but worse. He always threw his damn shirt on my chair as soon as he got in, but I was ready for it, hooking the sleeve with my finger as it passed me so it would slingshot over to his pillow instead. I was so tired of his shit. “Got any plans this weekend?” I asked. At this point I didn’t care if he realized I just wanted to make sure he’d be out.
“No, my friends are all going back home to see family this weekend. I’ll be here. So uh, get out of my chair.”
My phone shook with a little notification. “Your chair? You didn’t buy this chair, you didn’t bring it here, and besides, I’m comfortable.” I was so tired of living with this piece of shit, dealing with him throwing his weight around. He was a good six inches taller than me and not a day went by without him threatening to beat me up. I was pushing it but I was just so done with his nonsense.
Drew actually started to sputter a little at my response. I wasn’t interested in what he had to say so I checked my phone. “Target acquired,” stated the notification that had just arrived. He was making almost a growling sound now in response to me tuning him out. What a fucking baby. I didn’t think the app would work but I wanted to see Drew go to bits and I knew he would if I started fiddling with things on the phone screen.
As I did, he got right in my face. “Listen to me you little fucking fa–” I’d started to slide the ‘height’ down on the ‘edit target’ screen just before that part of the outburst, and he cut himself off as he realized he was going from leaning over the chair menacingly to reaching up onto the back of the chair, no longer any credible threat.
“What did you do to me?” His head was just over the level of the chair’s armrest. “Fuck you, what happened to me?” He must not have liked the way I was smiling.
“What did I do to you, Drew?” I asked it like it was a real question. Then in the space of two seconds I dragged his ‘height’ slider in the app down to 1% and then back up to 60% where I’d had it. To me it was wild enough to see him lose all his size and then grow back in that short time - to him it must have been a lot more intense - everything would have doubled in size to him at 30%, then again at 15%, then again at 7.5%, then again at 3.75%, then again before hitting 1%. He had an expression of complete bewilderment for an instant, then denial visibly took over his face. He was already telling himself he had just hallucinated that anything was wrong, that what just happened hadn’t been real. Pathetic.
Much more mockingly this time, I repeated, “What did I do to you, Drew?” This time I yanked the slider even faster to 1%, and only took it up to 55% when I grew him back. “What happened to you, Drew?” This time I took him slower down to 1% over the course of three seconds, pulled him back up to 50%, and then shot his height back down to 5%.
He couldn’t deny it now. Looking down at him in front of me on the floor, I could see his expression was one of fear and self-pity. I picked him up unceremoniously, holding his ankles between my thumb and forefinger and letting him hang upside down.
“Nothing reaches you. You’re too safe. Every time you hurt someone, you have something that tells you you did the right thing. And I bet every time you start to feel guilty you tell yourself that whoever caused you to feel that way is just trying to make people feel bad.” I was fucking furious right now - Drew as a person was bad enough to be around, but here in my hand he represented all the bullies that had tried to make me hate being gay before I even knew I was. I had to breathe for a second to make sure I didn’t crush his legs.
“Let me go you sick freak! No wonder I couldn’t stand living with you. At first I thought you were just a bitch but there was something that disgusted me about you and your friends.” Brazen for someone about the size of my hand.
“That’s what you don’t get, Drew. Not only did you make me feel unsafe, you have actually hurt me a couple times. You only felt uncomfortable. But I invite you to feel unsafe now!” I squeezed my fingers together around his ankles, just until he cried out a little. It felt weird to be doing this, normally I would never try to hurt someone like this, but it felt so right. It felt like I wasn’t just taking revenge for how he had treated me. How many people like me in his hometown had to deal with this? How many others that he’d met since then? This was for all of them, bigger than revenge.
I dangled him over my mouth and repeatedly made a loud biting motion with my jaw. I started to lower him gradually, still fake chomping as his head and arms got closer and closer to my mouth. “This is what you get for what you’ve done, Drew.”
He was fucking crying. It was hard to make much of it out but he was pleading, asking God to save him from me. I’d had a bit of a burp coming but I swallowed some extra air and then let it out right at him. He actually shook from the force and coughed, overwhelmed by the smell or at least making a show of it, his prayers interrupted. I laughed. “If you want to plead, Drew, plead with me.”
“Let me go, grow me back, take me to my friends. I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll never bother you again!” Pathetic.
I was ready for this. I put my face right up to his, where I could see his expression, and asked, “Have you ever made anyone beg, Drew? Have you ever made anyone plead for you to stop?”
He sighed. “N–” He thought again, it seemed. “Yes.”
“And did that stop you?”
I didn’t need him to answer, I could see it in his expression, if I hadn’t already known when I’d asked.
I moved him away from my mouth, letting him think whatever he wanted for a second. But he started to panic again when he heard my fly unzip, squirming in my hand. I laughed. He was a little bigger than I wanted for this so I sized him down to 2.5%, small enough to fit in my palm. Then I wrapped my hand around my cock, pinning him between the two with his back against my palm.
I started stroking my cock, rubbing Drew against the shaft with one hand and alternating between working the head, my balls, and the base of the shaft with the other. His diminutive struggles were something else, his hands and their tiny grip barely stretching at my skin but hanging on for dear life. And writhing, just writhing. Drew was for sure not having a good time, his struggles increasing again as my palm sweated and precum started to coat my dick. The idea of covering this little homophobe piece of shit in my cum, making him swim in it, making him eat it or starve, maybe even making him drown in it - it was too tantalizing, and for me to care about the well-being and comfort of this little waste was far more than would be fair to ask.
With my other hand I grabbed my phone for a second, amping Drew’s size up to 3%, then 4%. I kept my grip just as tight though, letting his growth shove him against the side of my cock. His struggles against my dick intensified and before I could even think about 5% I found myself on the edge, holding back the urge to cum that very second. I slid him off my dick, shrinking him to 1% and palming him, then holding my palm so that cum after the first blast would flow right into it.
My cum was hot, sticky, and sweeter than it was salty, and it absolutely flooded into my hand. I managed to prevent Drew from being hit and blasted away with the first shot of cum, then covered him with layer after layer of it. His tiny head popped out of the surface after a few moments. I could barely see his face but he was visibly struggling, trying to express his disgust without splashing more of my cum onto himself - it was hilarious. I grinned, taking my phone and sliding him to 0.05%, a twentieth of the hundredth of his size that I’d already shrunk him to. Then I just sorta squeezed my palm , pushing the part by my thumb closer to the part by my fingers. I could barely see his ranting flea-sized form as he struggled to stay at the surface after I shrunk him, but it was so satisfying to see him helplessly disappear beneath the surface of my cum.
Oh fuck, Kieran! This was all clearly real so he must actually be in trouble! I needed to head over there to make sure he was safe with Ed. It was time to get rid of Drew. He was already submerged in a pool of my cum, so I decided that’s where he’d end. I looked at my phone and noticed a little pop up next to Drew’s image on the app - “Would you like to try endless dwindling?” Hell yeah I would! I pressed the green checkmark by the question and carefully wiped the cum from my hand on Drew’s pillow. Would my cum be dry by the time he got smaller than my sperm? Or might they mistake him for nutrients before that?
More importantly, would Ed understand if I asked to borrow Kieran? It could be a lot of fun to play with this with someone I’d actually want to grow back.
Kyle picked up his old professor between his thumb and forefinger and spat on him before dropping him into his shoe. Then he slid his foot inside and toyed with his new plaything for a few hours before squishing it.
“Broo what are you doing in that little hole in the sand? I could have stepped on you! And how are you small enough to fit inside? You shrank yourself to get near my dick? Things went pretty wrong for you, huh? Well.. I guess it would be pretty mean of me to leave you out here, stuck in a lil’ hole in the sand. Here, you want in my speedo? Yeah, makes sense. Haha, your boner is totally adorable man. Mine looks pretty huge next to you. There, I’ll just put you on. Also, if you come, or make me come, lick it up, k? Have fun in there bro!”
The steam hung thick in Justin’s private sauna, a sanctuary of polished wood and heated stone tucked into the basement of his sprawling lakeside mansion. At eight feet tall and built like a god sculpted from marble and raw power, Justin lounged on the top bench with the lazy confidence of a man who owned the world—and everyone in it. His skin gleamed with sweat that traced every ridge of his massive pecs, the deep valleys between his abs, and the thick cords of muscle along his thighs. A white towel clung low on his hips, barely containing the heavy bulge that shifted with every breath. Around his neck, a simple silver chain caught the low light, and from it dangled a living pendant no bigger than two inches tall: Peter.
Peter had once been Justin’s college roommate, a cocky lacrosse player with a smart mouth. Now he was nothing but a tiny, naked worshipper, his miniature body glistening with the same sweat that coated his giant master. He hung there, arms looped through the chain links, legs wrapped around the warm metal for balance, his face pressed reverently against the smooth, salty skin of Justin’s sternum. Every time Justin’s chest rose and fell, Peter was rocked gently, inhaling the rich, masculine scent of his owner’s body heat.
Beside Justin—pressed close enough that his shoulder brushed the giant’s massive thigh—sat John. Once the same height as Justin, John had begged to be shrunk down to four feet during one of their “sessions” months ago. He loved the way it made him feel small, helpless, and utterly devoted. His own muscular body was still impressive—broad shoulders, defined abs, thick arms—but next to Justin he looked almost delicate. Sweat rolled down his chest and pooled in the grooves of his obliques. His towel was tied tight around his waist, though the growing tent beneath it betrayed exactly how much he worshipped the man beside him.
“You’re staring again, little John,” Justin rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through the humid air and straight into Peter’s tiny chest. A huge hand came down, fingers thick as John’s wrist, and casually ruffled the smaller man’s damp curls. John tilted his head back, eyes half-lidded with lust, lips parted in a smile that was pure adoration.
“Can’t help it, Sir,” John murmured. “You’re… perfect. Every inch of you.” His gaze drifted lower, tracing the deep V of Justin’s hips disappearing beneath the towel. “I still remember the first time you let me touch you after you grew. Felt like I was worshipping a mountain.”
Justin chuckled, the sound low and rich. He shifted his massive legs, spreading them wider so his thick thigh pressed firmly against John’s side. The movement made the towel ride up, revealing more of his powerful quad and the heavy weight of his cock shifting beneath the fabric. Peter, dangling between Justin’s pecs, whimpered softly at the motion, his tiny cock twitching hard against the warm skin.
“Tell him, Peter,” Justin ordered, voice casual but commanding. “Tell our little buddy how good it feels to be this close to a real man.”
Peter’s voice was tiny, high-pitched, but eager. “It’s… it’s heaven, Sir. Your heartbeat is like thunder under my feet. Your sweat tastes like salt and power. I can feel every flex of your chest when you breathe. I’d stay here forever if you let me.” He kissed the slick skin beneath him, tongue darting out to lap at a fresh bead of sweat rolling down Justin’s sternum. The tiny man’s body trembled with need.
John’s hand slid up Justin’s thigh, fingers barely able to wrap around the massive muscle. “He’s right. You’re a god, Justin. We’re just lucky you let us serve you.” His palm moved higher, brushing the edge of the towel, feeling the heat radiating from the enormous bulge. Justin didn’t stop him. Instead, he leaned back against the wooden wall, arms stretching out along the top bench, one hand resting possessively on John’s shoulder while the other idly toyed with the chain around his neck, lifting Peter slightly so the tiny man could look him in the eye.
“You two used to be my friends,” Justin said, a smirk playing on his full lips. “Now you’re mine. Property. Worshippers. That’s how it should be.” He remembered the night it all started—back when he was still figuring out the limits of his gift. A rich kid with more money than sense and a strange, intoxicating power that let him change sizes at will. He’d grown himself to eight feet on a dare one drunken night, towering over his two best friends in their shared penthouse suite. John and Peter hadn’t run. They’d dropped to their knees, eyes wide with awe and something darker—lust.
That night Justin had shrunk Peter first, just to test it, reducing the loudmouth to two inches and setting him on his own cock like a living toy. Peter had come untouched just from being pressed against the massive, throbbing shaft. John had begged next, wanting to feel small beside his giant friend. The power dynamic had crystallized instantly. They weren’t equals anymore. They were devotees.
Back in the present, steam curled around them like incense. Justin’s free hand tugged his towel open with one casual flick. His cock spilled out, already half-hard and thick as John’s forearm, resting heavy against his thigh. Veins pulsed along its length, the head glistening with a bead of precum that caught the light.
John didn’t hesitate. He slid off the bench and knelt between Justin’s spread legs, his four-foot frame fitting perfectly in the space. “May I, Sir?” he asked, voice husky.
“Worship,” Justin commanded.
John leaned in, pressing his face against the base of the giant cock, inhaling deeply. His tongue dragged slowly up the thick shaft, savoring the salty, musky taste. Peter, still dangling from the necklace, watched from above with open hunger. Justin lifted the chain, bringing Peter closer to the action. The tiny man reached out with both arms, hugging the side of Justin’s cock as best he could, his whole body rubbing against the hot, pulsing flesh.
“Fuck… look at you both,” Justin groaned, voice thick with pleasure. He was fully hard now, cock rising like a pillar, easily longer than John’s entire torso. “My two little pets fighting for space on my dick.”
John opened his mouth wide, taking the head between his lips—or trying to. Even at four feet tall he could only manage the tip, but he sucked eagerly, tongue swirling, hands stroking what he couldn’t fit. Peter, pressed against the shaft just below, ground his tiny hips forward, humping the massive vein like it was his whole world. His moans were faint but desperate, lost in the wet sounds of John’s worship.
Justin’s hand came down again, this time wrapping gently around both John’s head and Peter’s tiny body, pressing them closer together against his cock. “That’s it. Show me how grateful you are. I could grow even bigger right now… ten feet, twelve… and you’d still beg for more, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” John gasped around the cockhead, spit and precum dripping down his chin.
Peter’s tiny voice squeaked out, “Please, Sir… use us however you want.”
The sauna grew hotter, steam thicker. Justin’s hips rocked lazily, fucking into John’s mouth with controlled power while Peter was dragged along the slick length, his entire body used as a living cock sleeve. Sweat poured off all three of them. John’s own towel had long since fallen away; his smaller but still impressive cock throbbed untouched between his legs, leaking steadily onto the wooden floor.
Justin’s breathing grew heavier. He loved this—the absolute control, the way these two strong, beautiful men had willingly become his toys. He could shrink John even smaller if he wanted, make him the same size as Peter and wear them both as a matched set of living jewelry. Or he could grow himself until the sauna felt like a dollhouse around him. But right now, this was perfect: eight feet of pure dominance, two devoted worshippers pleasuring him in the heat.
He felt his balls tighten, heavy and full. “Gonna cum,” he growled. “Open wide, little ones.”
John sucked harder, eyes watering with effort and ecstasy. Peter clung tighter, rubbing his whole tiny frame frantically along the pulsing shaft. Justin’s massive hand held them both in place as his cock erupted.
Thick ropes of cum blasted into John’s mouth, overflowing instantly and spilling down his chin, across his chest. Peter was caught in the flood, the hot, powerful spurts hitting him like a firehose, coating his entire body, filling his mouth and nose until he was gasping, drowning happily in his master’s release. Justin kept coming, pulse after pulse, painting both his worshippers in white.
When it finally slowed, Justin leaned back, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face. John pulled off with a wet pop, cum dripping from his lips, eyes glazed with bliss. Peter, absolutely drenched and barely able to move, clung limply to the necklace, a tiny, cum-soaked smile on his face.
Justin gently lifted the chain, bringing Peter up to his lips. He kissed the tiny man softly, tasting himself on Peter’s body. “Good boy.” Then he looked down at John. “Clean me up, pet. Every drop. Then we’ll hit the shower… and maybe I’ll shrink you both a little more tonight. See how tiny you can get while you keep worshipping.”
John nodded eagerly, already licking slow, reverent stripes up Justin’s softening cock. Peter, still dangling and covered in cum, whispered, “Thank you, Sir… for letting us exist for you.”
In the steamy heat of the sauna, the three of them existed in perfect, filthy harmony—master and worshippers, giant and his devoted little pets. Justin’s power thrummed beneath his skin, ready to reshape them however he pleased. And they would beg for every change, every touch, every drop of dominance he chose to give.
This was their world now. And Justin owned every inch of it.
In the first video three good looking college buddies used a size ray to shrink themselves to fun-size, one of them even more fun-size than the other two. Now our three busy little shrinkies discover that they have bitten off more than they can chew when the hot hunk football player from the suite next door crashes their little size party.
“Oh God… I just love you… How you convinced me to these threesomes… I guess my big dick can be shared…and it even strengthen our relationship don’t you think ? Don’t stop and keep on latching my load…
I have to admit I can’t renounce my pred habits… It’s in my genes, in my blood, well… In my boners… And I can’t renounce your oral skills that made me fall in love with you… Your dedication to extract my nuts, leaving my balls extra dry everytime…
This arrangement is perfect… Hunting a third for the night to join me, as you watch me railing his holes from the closet… Before I put his existence to an end… Giving back the night to just the two of us as I swallow him in my cock he was worshipping moments before…
And then letting you get to work on it… Eager to taste this stranger who was in your bed with me… Longing to suck me and collect the precious load made out of the unfortunate fag… Each lick collecting his remains on your tongue…Each gulp in your throat making him disappear for good… That makes it all so enjoyable… Being free to act on my pred instincts and keeping you by my side as my soul mate… Until you want to dive in yourself…”
