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Dan had always been a king of the iron jungle at Muscle Fitness. At 6’1” and 245 pounds of competition-grade muscle, he owned the free-weight section. His chest was a thick, striated shelf, his arms peaked like softballs, and his abs carved deep enough to cast shadows even under the harsh locker-room lights. But there was one man who made every head—including Dan’s—turn: Derek “The Beast” Harlan, the gym’s resident muscle bad boy. Derek was a walking monument of rebellion and raw power—6’4”, 285 pounds of vascular, tattooed perfection. His skin was perpetually bronzed and glistening, as if he’d been oiled up just for the mirrors. Ink covered him like a second skin: massive feathered wings stretched across his enormous pecs, the feathers detailed in black and fiery orange that seemed to ripple when he flexed. Tribal patterns and flames crawled down his boulder shoulders and sleeved his arms. Lower, just above the waistband of whatever he wore, a savage heart-and-flame tattoo pulsed over his ridged lower abs, the design disappearing teasingly into his crotch.
Dan had watched Derek for months—stealing glances during lifts, feeling that strange twist in his gut that was equal parts envy and something hotter, darker. Derek was cocky, loud, and merciless in the gym, grunting through sets like the weights owed him something. And tonight, the locker room was almost empty. Most guys had cleared out after the evening rush. Dan had just crushed a brutal chest-and-shoulder pump, veins popping like ropes under his skin, when he popped that new “nano-recovery” capsule he’d bought off some underground forum. Supposed to flood the muscles with growth factors. Instead, it hit like lightning.
A wave of vertigo slammed him. The floor rushed upward. Lockers soared into skyscrapers. Dan’s towel slipped off his shrinking body like a collapsing tent. In under sixty seconds he stood naked, one inch tall, heart hammering against his tiny ribs on the cold tile. “What the fuck… no, no, NO!” His voice was a pathetic squeak. He sprinted—bare feet slapping across the vast expanse—toward the benches, but every step felt like running through molasses. The world was too big, too loud. Footsteps thundered from the shower area.
Derek emerged, still damp from a quick rinse, water beads tracing the deep valleys between his pecs and rolling lazily over the wing tattoos. His cock hung heavy and thick between tree-trunk thighs, the head glistening faintly, balls low and full. He was naked except for the towel slung low on his hips, and he moved with that lazy, predatory swagger that made Dan’s stomach flip even at normal size.
Dan waved his arms like a madman. “Derek! Down here! It’s me—Dan! Help!” But the giant didn’t even glance down. Derek dropped his gym bag with a boom that vibrated through Dan’s bones, then yanked the towel free. His full, muscular glory filled Dan’s sky. The lower tattoo—flames licking up from a stylized heart—flexed as Derek reached into the bag and pulled out his favorite jockstrap: white with bold red-and-blue stripes across the wide waistband, the pouch already stretched and worn from countless savage workouts.
Dan saw his chance. The jockstrap landed on the bench edge, pouch facing up like a soft white hammock. He sprinted, scrambled up the fabric like a mountaineer, tiny hands gripping the weave. The material was still warm, faintly damp with Derek’s earlier sweat, carrying a thick, masculine musk that made Dan’s head spin and his own tiny cock twitch traitorously. “Derek, please—look down! I’m right here!”
But Derek was already stepping into the leg holes, massive thighs flexing like pistons. The world lurched. Dan tumbled headfirst into the pouch as the giant yanked the jock upward in one smooth motion. The stretchy fabric snapped into place, sealing Dan inside a humid, living prison. He was slammed face-first against the smooth, heavy weight of Derek’s balls—two massive, warm orbs that dwarfed him completely. The skin was velvet-soft yet taut, lightly dusted with short dark hair that prickled against Dan’s bare chest. Above him, Derek’s thick cock settled like a warm, heavy log, the shaft already half-hard from the casual handling, pinning Dan firmly between balls and dick.
“Fuck, this thing fits perfect,” Derek muttered, voice a deep rumble that vibrated through every inch of his body and straight into Dan’s bones. He gave the pouch a casual, possessive squeeze—huge fingers pressing the fabric tight. Dan was crushed deeper, his face buried in the crease where scrotum met thigh, the heat and scent exploding around him: pure Derek—salty sweat, musk, faint soap from the shower, and that underlying raw testosterone tang that made Dan’s lungs burn and his tiny erection throb painfully.
Derek didn’t notice the extra squirm. He just smirked at his reflection, adjusted the waistband so the red-and-blue stripes sat low on his hips, and strode out to the gym floor. Every step was an earthquake. Dan bounced and slid helplessly inside the pouch, rubbed relentlessly against the giant’s shifting balls and thickening cock. The heat built fast. Sweat already began to bead on Derek’s skin, trickling down the deep cuts of his abs and funneling straight into the jock.
The workout started with squats.
Derek loaded the bar heavy—four plates per side—and dropped into the first rep. Dan was smashed deeper into the pouch as those tree-trunk quads exploded with power. The pressure was immense, the giant’s balls tightening and rolling over him like living boulders. On the rise, Dan was lifted then slammed back down, grinding against the thickening base of Derek’s cock. “One… two… fuck yeah,” Derek growled, each grunt shaking the tiny man. Sweat poured. Salty rivers cascaded over Dan’s body, soaking him completely, filling his mouth when he gasped. He could taste Derek—pure, masculine, overwhelming. Despite the terror, Dan’s hips bucked involuntarily, his tiny cock sliding against the slick, heated skin.
Rep after rep. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Derek’s quads pumped huge, veins standing out like cables. Inside the pouch it was a sauna of motion and musk. Dan’s world narrowed to the relentless friction, the way Derek’s balls churned with every powerful thrust, the heavy cock now fully hard and throbbing against his back.
Next came bench press.
Derek lay back on the bench, massive pecs—those winged tattoos stretched gloriously—rising and falling like mountains. Dan felt every breath, every powerful press. The jockstrap strained as Derek’s core tightened, the lower flame tattoo flexing inches above the pouch. Sweat dripped from Derek’s chest in fat drops, splattering the fabric and soaking through. Dan was drowning in it, sliding helplessly up and down the length of the giant’s shaft as Derek powered through set after set. The cock pulsed, leaking a thick bead of pre-cum that smeared across Dan’s chest and belly like warm oil. The scent was intoxicating. Dan whimpered, grinding himself shamelessly against the slick, veined underside, lost in the overwhelming dominance of Derek’s body.
“Goddamn pump is stupid today,” Derek snarled to the empty gym, voice echoing. He didn’t know the tiny bodybuilder trapped in his crotch was the reason the sensation felt extra good—every tiny struggle, every frantic push of Dan’s hands against sensitive skin only made Derek’s cock twitch harder.
Shoulder presses. Cable flyes. Heavy rows. Each exercise turned the pouch into a washing machine of sweat, heat, and raw power. Dan lost track of time. His entire existence was Derek’s crotch: the heavy, rhythmic bounce of balls against his face, the thick cock sliding over his body like a living pillar, the endless flood of sweat that left him drenched and gasping. Fear had long since melted into something darker—pure, helpless lust. He came twice without even touching himself, tiny spurts lost in the flood of Derek’s pre-cum and sweat, his body shuddering in ecstasy against the giant’s balls.
Finally, after nearly an hour of brutal training, Derek’s body was a glistening, vascular masterpiece. The wing tattoos on his pecs looked alive, shining under the lights. He strode back to the locker room, each step sending fresh jolts through Dan’s exhausted, cum-slicked form.
Derek peeled the soaked jockstrap down his legs in one smooth motion. The fabric stretched, then released. Dan tumbled out, slick and gasping, landing on the crumpled white towel with its red-and-blue stripes—the same one in the corner of the locker room. He lay there, chest heaving, covered head to toe in Derek’s sweat and scent, staring up at the towering god who still hadn’t noticed him.
Derek stood naked, cock still half-hard and glistening, muscles pumped to the extreme. He reached for a fresh towel, massive foot hovering inches away like a descending cliff. Dan tried to crawl, to wave, to scream—but all that came out was a hoarse, broken moan of exhausted arousal.
Derek’s shadow fell over him. The bad boy smirked at his own reflection, completely unaware that the rival bodybuilder he’d just used as a living cock-warmer was now a tiny, cum-drenched speck on the towel at his feet… ready for whatever came next.
The morning light filtered through the cheap hotel curtains in that dingy downtown room, casting long shadows across the two queen beds. Alex and Jordan had been best friends since college—gym bros who pushed each other through heavy lifts, shared protein shakes, and crashed in the same room on every road trip. Last night had been no different: beers, dumb jokes, and passing out in their boxers after a late workout.
But when Alex stirred, something felt… wrong. His body ached in a way that wasn’t just from squats. He sat up—way up—and his head nearly brushed the ceiling fan. The room looked tiny. The bed creaked dangerously under his weight as he swung legs that were now tree-trunk thick down to the floor. He stared at his hands. Massive. Veined. Powerful.
“Jordan?” His voice boomed, deeper than before.
A tiny, muffled groan came from the other bed. Jordan rolled over, but instead of standing, he… climbed. The man who used to match Alex rep for rep in the gym was now barely two feet tall, his once-jacked physique shrunken into a perfectly proportioned, hyper-muscular little stud. His dark hair was tousled, his back still cut with deep ridges of muscle, but he looked like a living action figure.
“Holy shit,” Jordan squeaked, his voice high and breathless as he looked up—way up—at his friend. Alex had to be eight feet tall now, shirtless, his chest a wall of striated muscle, abs like cobblestones, and those gray sweatpants stretched obscenely over thighs thicker than Jordan’s entire torso. The drawstring hung loose, but the fabric clung to the heavy outline of a cock that had grown in perfect, terrifying proportion.
Alex’s heart hammered. He should’ve been panicking. Instead, heat flooded his groin as he stared down at his tiny buddy. “Dude… you’re so fucking small.”
Jordan’s face flushed. He stepped off the bed onto the carpet, craning his neck. From down here, Alex was a god—broad shoulders blocking the light, massive hands dangling at his sides, fingers thick enough to wrap around Jordan’s waist. Jordan’s own tiny cock twitched hard in his black boxer briefs. “And you’re… enormous. Fuck, look at you.”
The air thickened. Alex slowly stood, his head brushing the ceiling. The motion made his sweatpants slide lower on his hips, revealing the deep V of his obliques and the base of a thick, heavy shaft. Jordan walked forward until he was between Alex’s feet, staring straight up at the towering bulge.
“You’re hard,” Jordan whispered, voice shaky with arousal.
“Can’t help it,” Alex rumbled. He reached down, his huge hand engulfing Jordan’s entire upper body as he gently lifted him. Jordan gasped, legs dangling, but he didn’t fight it. Instead, he grabbed onto one thick finger, grinding his tiny erection against Alex’s palm.
Alex carried him over to the full-length mirror. The sight made them both groan. Alex’s reflection was obscene—eight feet of shredded muscle, veins popping, sweatpants tented like a circus tent. Tiny Jordan looked like a doll in his grip, muscular but helpless, his ass flexing as he squirmed.
“Put me down… against you,” Jordan begged.
Alex lowered him slowly until Jordan’s feet touched the waistband of those gray pants. The little man pressed his whole body against the massive cock straining beneath the fabric. It was thicker than his leg. Hot. Pulsing. Jordan moaned and rubbed himself up and down the length, arms wrapping as far as they could go around the shaft through the cloth.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Alex growled. He peeled his sweatpants down with his free hand. His cock sprang out—eleven inches of thick, veiny meat, the head already slick. Jordan stared at it like it was a monument.
Jordan climbed. He used the ridges of Alex’s abs as handholds, scaling the giant’s body until he was straddling the base of that massive cock, his own tiny dick rubbing against the hot skin. Alex’s hand came up to support him, fingers cupping his ass and guiding him.
“Ride it,” Alex ordered, voice low and commanding.
Jordan did. He humped forward, grinding his entire body along the underside of Alex’s shaft, kissing and licking the pulsing vein that ran its length. Precum the size of his thumb leaked out, smearing across Jordan’s chest and abs as he worked. Alex stroked himself slowly with one hand, the motion sliding Jordan up and down like a toy.
“God, you’re so fucking tiny and perfect,” Alex panted. He lifted Jordan higher, pressing the little man’s face against his leaking slit. Jordan licked greedily, moaning as the salty fluid coated his tongue and chin.
Alex’s other hand moved behind Jordan, a single thick finger teasing between his firm little asscheeks. Jordan whimpered but pushed back, desperate. The finger—bigger than any cock he’d ever taken—pressed in slowly, stretching him open while he kept humping the giant dick in front of him.
They moved together like that, the giant and his shrunken buddy, lost in raw size difference lust. Alex’s breathing grew ragged. He lifted Jordan off his cock and brought him to his mouth, licking the little man’s entire torso with one broad stroke of his tongue, tasting sweat and precum. Jordan cried out, cumming hard across Alex’s lips in helpless spurts.
That pushed Alex over. He set Jordan back on his cock and stroked furiously. Rope after thick rope of cum erupted, painting Jordan’s chest, face, and hair, drenching him completely. The overflow splattered onto the carpet in heavy drops.
Panting, Alex lowered his spent little friend onto the bed, then collapsed beside him—careful not to crush him. Jordan lay there in a puddle of cum, grinning up at the ceiling-filling giant.
“So… round two after breakfast?” Jordan asked, voice hoarse.
Alex’s massive hand gently stroked down his tiny body. “We’re not leaving this room until we figure out how to make this permanent.”
He was already getting hard again.
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Feeling Small
The giant looms above you, and you can't help but feel small. I mean, you technically are small, but you can't help but notice how huge his body is compared to your size. From his legs and perfect thighs and ass, to his thick cock that hangs extended from his body.
You feel mesmerized by the hunk of man above you. But eventually he notices you, and you snap out of your tranced state.
"Well, it seems we got a little fan up in here…" He clutches you in his hands.
"Love the bod? Yeah, I do too."
He looks down at you, and licks his lips. "Y'know, I am hungry, and since you like my body so much, why don't you join it? Could use some more protein. Sound good?"
You slowly get maneuvered into the maw of your captor, and you imagine yourself leaving through the ass you were mesmirized by earlier and shudder at the thought before being swallowed down into his stomach.
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Kelvis was in shock at what his friend had asked him. They had been friends for over ten years. Murilo has asked for odd favors before, but this one really was strange.
"Are you really serious? You really want to shrink and swallow you like a snack?" Kelvis asked, wanting to be sure he really heard him right.
"Yes, exactly that." Murilo said, showing the shrinking device he brought with him. "So, will you do it?" He asked with pleading eyes, looking at his best friend.
Kelvis didn't know what to think about it. He never had a friend to ask to be shrunken and consumed as a snack. "You do realize that if I was to do this, you might never come out the way you came in?" He clarified the consequences if he really wanted this to happen.
"Honestly, why would you want it anyway?" Kelvis further asked, wanting to know why Murilo would be so willing to be his snack so badly. "Is it some kind of death wish?"
Murilo thought about it. "I have had an interest in macro ever since I saw the anime 'Attack on Titan.' The thought of being at the mercy of a giant as he eats you has been a fantasy ever since then." He paused. "So, I want you to fulfill my fantasy." He added, hoping his best friend would say yes.
Kelvis thought really hard about it. He could tell by the way Murilo was looking at him, he was practically begging him for this fantasy. "Are you really sure you want this? Once I eat you, there is no going back."
"Yes, for the last time, yes! So will you do it?" Murilo pleaded, knowing full well that once done, there would be no changing his mind.
Kelvis took the shrink/growth device and put in the setting for 1.5" tall. He pointed it at Murilo. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He hit the red button on it. As the ray of light touches Murilo, he rapidly shrunk in size. It took about a couple of minutes, but he saw a tiny 1" best friend down on the floor at his feet. He had to admit, the power play of seeing him so tiny and at his mercy was a strange and yet enjoyable feeling.
Murilo was excited. Seeing Kelvis look like a massive giant was everything he had imagined it would be or even feel like. The adrenaline was a rush, knowing he was truly at his best friend's mercy. He saw Kelvis's massive fingers pick him up off the floor and hold him close to his face to be examined.
Kelvis placed Murilo in the palm of his hand. A strange sense of dominant power flooded his imagination, while looking down at 1" Murilo in his hand. "I am strangely enjoying this. Thanks." He spoke to his tiny best friend.
Murilo found Kelvis voice very booming. Being tiny really was a totally different experience. It was also one he was enjoying so much. "You're welcome, so please eat me." He spoke.
Kelvis could barely register his tiny voice, but he knew what Murilo wanted. "As you wish, but I want to savor the taste before swallowing." He smiled. "I hope you don't mind. Even if you do, you can't do anything about it, tiny snack." He added a smirk on his face.
Murilo got even more excited to see Kelvis call him a tiny snack. He watched as his best friend opened up his mouth and dumped him inside. Once inside, he was trapped in darkness as Kelvis played with him with his tongue, sucking on him as though he was a piece of candy in his mouth. He was being drenched as all that saliva soaked him from head to foot. Kelvis continued to savor him for what felt like an eternity, sucking on him with delight.
Kelvis found the salty taste of his friend quite interesting. The more he sucked on the tiny in his mouth, the better he tasted. After a good few minutes, he decided it was time to make the tiny's dream come true. He swallowed him. As he felt him going down his throat, something happened. He felt the tiny stop moving and lodged in his throat, making it hard to breathe.
Murilo felt like he had stopped moving. "What happened? Are you alright? Oh no, are you choking right now?"
Kelvis began to panic as breathing became more difficult. With each cough, he was losing air. With Murilo lodged in his throat, he was killing him. He needed to swallow him fast. He quickly grabbed the closest drink near him. He picked up the Coke Cola bottle and began to guzzle it, hoping to force Murilo into his stomach. There was no need for both of them to die at the same time. He soon felt the tiny loosen up and slide down. He felt relieved taking in more air with a loud belch.
Murilo landed in his friend's stomach at last. His dream was fulfilled. He was eaten and swallowed by a giant. He wondered what could possibly go wrong in his fantasy become reality. He felt his flesh starting to sting. It was painful. He quickly realized it was the Coke soda that was corroding his flesh painfully. He then saw more Coke come splashing into Kelvis stomach. His flesh began to burn making his fantasy become a nightmare. His friend belched, more oxygen escaped the stomach. It was becoming extremely hard to breathe. Combined that with his flesh stinging and burning made this fantasy a painful experience at the mercy of his friend's stomach. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, hoping his friend could hear him and get him out of his stomach.
Kelvis finished off the rest of the Coke bottle, belching for more air. "That's better." He said, while patting his check and stomach. He put on a smirk. "I have to say, you were tasty though, Murilo. I hope you are happy there, because there is no getting out just like I said." He went to sit down and watch some TV while letting his stomach make quick work of the tasty snack he just had. He almost felt bad, but Murilo wanted this end. He was completely unaware of the torment his friend was enduring while he was simply watching TV.
Murilo saw that the stomach had completely muffled his pleas for help. Kelvis didn't hear a single word. He could barely hear the muffled sounds of the TV. The fact that his friend was simply relaxing and watching TV while he was suffering his stomach felt so degrading. His fantasy was a complete nightmare he wanted to escape alive at least.
Murilo soon could not fight for life anymore. He sank beneath the stomach acid that was also degrading his flesh. He soon lost all oxygen as his body sank further, ending his life without a care. His body is now slowly being broken down to nutrients to be absorbed by his best friend's body. He simply reduced to nothing but a snack and resource for Kelvis's body.
Kelvis let out one large belch. Unknown to him, he belched the spirit of his former friend, expelling it from his body while Murilo's body was being decomposed for the nourishment of his own body. He smiled at that last burp. He looked at the shrink/growth ray next to him. "I think I need another snack like that. Tiny's are very tasty." He laughed.
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Rick boasted about his new found ability to shrink things and even people. He had visited a certain Mr. Jin who granted him this ability. His three roommates thought he was joking and wanted to see it in action.
"You really can't do it." Alex argues. "It's impossible." He continued.
"I really can." Rick said
"Prove it then." Tim demanded, not believing it one bit.
Rick looked at the coffee table and focused. The coffee table shrunk rapidly until it was only about 2.5 inches in size. He picked it up off the floor and showed it to the other three.
"See, I told you so." Rick boasted.
"Wow, you really can shrink things." Greg was amazed as held the now tiny table in his hand. "But can you shrink a living thing, like a person." He asked.
Rick nodded his head. "For sure. My ability isn't limited to inanimate objects."
"No way, you lying." Greg said, not believing it even though he witnessed the table shrinking.
"I can. I can shrink you three down and stuff you in my balls." Rick laughed. "Make all three of you just that small."
"No you can't. That would be impossible." Alex saw the table shrink, but the idea of being even smaller seemed totally impossible. "No way you can make us small enough to stuff us in your balls. That's a little far fetched." He added.
"I can prove it, just like with the table. Unless you really think i can't .." Rick said with a smirk his face.
"Okay if you can actually do it, you can keep us inside as long as you want." Alex bet him. He saw Rick extend his hand. He shook it.
"It's a bet then. Don't say I didn't warn you." Rick said. He got up and came back with a small plastic clear box
Rick placed the box down.
"What's that for?" Alex asked.
"You will see." Rick said as he focused his mind on the three of them. He thought of them rapidly shrinking in size.
Alex started to laugh at first, but instantly saw the room getting larger. He saw the same look of shock on Tim's and Greg's face as they too were shrinking like him. In the matter of two and a half minutes, each of them were just an inch tall.
"We still are too big to fit in your balls." Tim spoke, hoping getting even smaller wasn't going to happen.
Rick opened the small plastic clear box. He began to place each of them inside it. He had a big smile on his face. "That was just the beginning. I needed you small enough to store you first." He smirked as he he unzipped his shorts and pulled down his underwear to reveal his now hard cock. He was aroused seeing his three roommates now trapped in the small box, completely at his mercy.
"Dude, maybe you proved your point already." Tim wasn't liking the notion of being even smaller.
"Not till I have shrunken you down and my cock sucks you up." Rick laughed as he opened the box and pulled out Alex. He held him over his cock. "You first." He said.
"No, you win! You have proven that you can do what you say. You don't have to go through with this." Alex pleaded. He started to shrink again as the small slit looked larger. He felt Rick's giant fingers stuffing in feet first. All his struggling was for nothing as he was powerless to stop Rick from putting him inside his cock. Soon nothing but his head was above the hole. He could hear Rick moan with satisfaction from the experience. With one push of the giant thumb, he went under and was sucked in.
Rick loved the feeling of his cock taking in its prey. He could feel the tiny guy going down and landing in his balls as he jerked. "Wow, that felt so good. I want to experience that again." He smiled as he looked at the other two cock food in the plastic clear box.
Tim and Greg watched with horror as they saw Alex get shrunken down and fed to Rick's cock. The fact that their roommate was enjoying it made it worse. They were next.
"Please don't do this. We see that you can do it." Tim pleaded.
"Yeah, just return our size back, okay. You don't have to go any further to prove your point." Greg added, not wanting to experience Alex's fate.
"Too late, I warned you, remember." Rick said as he snatched up Greg who was squirming a lot. "Squirm all you want, it makes it more fun for me. Alex was squirming all the way down, and it felt great." He held Greg over his hard cock while shrinking him to put him down the hole. It was getting easier after he had done it to Alex first. He could hear the tiny pleading for him to stop, but he ignored it as he forced his head inside. He could feel Greg squirming greatly going down.
"Please let them out and release me. You win. I believe that you can do it." Tim pleaded. He didn't want the same fate. The devilish grin on Rick's face shown that his fate was unchanged.
Rick reached in and pulled out a squirming and fighting Tim. He laughed at his attempt to escape his fate. "You know the terms of the bet. I could put you three in my balls if I show that I could shrink that small." He held Tim over his cock after sufficiently shrinking him to the right size. Despite all his squirming, he still pushed him in feet first. He enjoyed the tiny roommate struggling while his cock swallowed him. He could feel all three squirming in his balls and was loving it.
"By the way, I wasn't given the ability to put things back to their original size." Rick smirked as he pulled up his underwear. "That is the only drawback to my wish granted. I guess this is your new room now. I hope you three like it. I know i like having you there." He laughed as he relaxed on the couch enjoying the moment.