Trevor: Rock on

by Ziel   

Devon and Ashton have been spending a lot of time together, which eventually leads to Devon being invited to see Ashton’s band perform.

Things had been moving so swiftly over the past few weeks that Devon was still having trouble believing it. After Ashton had helped Devon reach Simon’s place, Ashton had then helped Devon get back home. In the few hours they had been together, Ashton had opened up a bit and even offered to help Devon whenever he wanted. Devon had assumed he was just being polite at the time, but the very next day, Ashton was back at his door and asking if he wanted to hang out! Devon was so sick of staying home every day that he jumped at the chance and immediately said yes.

Since then, it had become a daily occurrence that Ashton would stop by in the morning to come pick up Devon, and he and Devon would spend much of the day hanging out. Devon tagged along with Ashton everywhere; to class, to the library, to go eat, and even to band practice! Devon didn’t understand much of what was being discussed during class since he had missed the first few months, but just being out of the house and back in society was so refreshing, that Devon didn’t care! Even better, Ashton’s rough exterior and resting bitch face kept all but the bravest or dumbest people of questioning why he now had a tiny guy traveling with him everywhere.

The day finally came that Devon had been both looking forward to and dreading ever since Ashton had asked him to attend– the day of Ashton’s gig! Ashton’s band had been booked to play at a seedy bar off campus. It was a small venue and a relatively unknown band, but it was still a concert! Devon hadn’t been to one of those since he shrunk!

Devon sat by and watched as the band tuned their instruments and set up for the show. The dingy bar was pretty crowded even before the band had arrived, but as they set up shop, more and more people continued to file into the packed venue.

Devon wasn’t sure how he felt. He was excited to watch Ashton perform, but he was also incredibly nervous being up on stage in front of all these people. Devon wasn’t part of the band, but Ashton didn’t want to risk letting Devon out of his sight, and so Devon had front-row seats to the show! He was so close to the action that he was actually sitting atop the stool where Ashton set his water bottle! A water bottle that was taller than Devon was! Everyone in the audience could see the tiny guy standing atop a stool up on the stage, and Devon had garnered almost as much attention as the band itself!

Devon had begun to feel really nervous and out of place, and that unease grew each time he noticed people chattering and pointing in his direction. While the band continued to tune and set up, Devon was debating booking it, but there was no way he could get down on his own! The drop from the stool may as well have been a leap off of the roof of a two-story building!

Fortunately, the house lights soon went down which made it easier to ignore the crowd that had gathered. Then, Ashton showed up with a surprise tool to further help Devon tune out his surroundings.

Ashton gestured for Devon to hold out his hands and said, “It’s about to get loud.” Ashton then dropped a pair of small objects into Devon’s outstretched hands.

Devon looked down and noticed two small, squishy lumps. He was confused, but there was no way he could ask Ashton for clarification. It was just too loud in the bar for Devon’s voice to carry. Fortunately, Ashton didn’t leave him hanging. Ashton pointed towards his ear and said, “put them in.”

Devon nodded and began to put the ear plugs in, but before he did, Ashton had one more thing to say. “Simon hooked me up. When I said I wanted you to come with me to the show, he suggested these,” Ashton explained.

Devon nodded, finished putting in the plugs and gave Ashton two big thumbs up to show that he was ready. Ashton held out a fist for Devon to give it a quick bump for good luck before the show.

The first chord hit Devon in the chest like a ton of bricks. He was so small and so close to the amp that the rhythm Ashton was laying down on the bass reverberated through Devon’s tiny form. Devon couldn’t help but get hyped by the music. Every beat pulsed through his entire body. Soon he was jumping and thrashing and kicking along with the melody. For a moment, Devon forgot about his size. He may no longer be able to safely join the mosh pit, but for this show, at least, he was right there by the band and throwing down with the rest of them. Devon was so caught up in the rush of the show, that he didn’t even notice Ashton occasionally sneaking glances his way or the slight grin on Ashton’s normally stoic face.

It wasn’t long before Devon was pouring sweat. His skin glistened in the stage lights. His clothes clung damply to his lithe form. By the end of the third song, Devon was starting to feel the dehydration set in. Fortunately, Ashton was looking out for him. During the downtime between songs, Ashton stepped up to the stool, grabbed his bottle, and took a huge swig of water then poured some out into the bottle cap and handed it to Devon.

The bottle cap was more like a soup bowl in Devon’s small hands, but he eagerly lifted the cap and chugged mouthfuls of water, pumping himself up for the next batch of songs.

Devon had not had so much fun in ages. By the end of the night, his throat was sore from screaming, his head pounded, and his ears were ringing, but he had never felt more alive. As the band took their bows, Devon was screaming as loud as the rest of the groupies in the front despite his small size.

Devon was still riding the euphoria and adrenaline from the concert even after the band had packed up and they were all on their way back home. “I am not ready for tonight to end,” Devon laughed as he and Ashton made their way out into the cool, night air.

Ashton glanced over at the passenger on his shoulder. “It doesn’t have to,” he said.

Devon glanced over at Ashton and cocked an eyebrow curiously, but as Devon slowly pieced together what Ashton was suggesting, he raised eyebrow gave way to a furrowed brow.

“Sometimes it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission,” Ashton explained.

“I don’t want to go home, but I don’t want to deal with my mom tomorrow either,” Devon grumbled.

“Then let me deal with her. It’s late. The buses will stop running soon, and you’re just as safe at my place as you are at hers,” Ashton said.

Devon’s mind started racing. He had never been to Ashton’s place! How had he never been to Ashton’s place? They’d been nearly inseparable for weeks! But now that Devon looked back at it, Ashton would pick him up in the morning, they’d hang out around town, and then Ashton would take him back home in the evening. Devon had never thought much of it before, but now that the option was on the table, he felt himself getting almost as excited by the prospect of visiting Ashton’s place as he had been about the concert tonight.

Eventually, Devon managed to get ahold of his speeding thoughts long enough for him to refocus on what Ashton had just said. “You don’t mind me staying over?” Devon asked.

“I mean. It’s a small apartment, but I’m pretty sure I can find room for you,” Ashton said.

“Har har!” Devon shouted and playfully boxed Ashton’s ear.

“Hey!” Ashton shouted and raised a hand to block the tiny punches.

The pair shared a laugh and made their way across town towards Ashton’s place. Once their laughter died down, the trip was relatively quiet, but Devon didn’t mind. Ashton was a naturally quiet person, and Devon enjoyed the silence himself from time to time.

As the duo made their way in silence, Devon glanced over at his giant friend. Ashton’s normally spikey, purple hair had gotten so drenched during the show, that the gel had been mostly washed out. His locks now dangled damply on his head. Devon had thought Ashton was handsome from the moment they had met, but seeing him like this was something else. The new hairstyle was a good look on him, and from Devon’s perch atop Ashton’s shoulder, Ashton’s face was so large that it was like looking at the face of a model on a billboard.

Ashton ducked into a dingy, three-story brick building with dim sputtering lights. The noise from the road was nearly deafening even inside the complex. Fortunately, the noise died down significantly as they made their way deeper into the building, and by the time they had reached Ashton’s apartment on the third floor, the passing cars were all but imperceptible.

“Well. Here we are,” Ashton said as he flipped the switch. The light flickered on, and Devon was greeted by the sight of Ashton’s apartment. The place was cluttered but comfy. The entire apartment appeared to be roughly the size of the front room at Devon’s place. In fact, the whole place appeared to be one singular room with the exception of a small bathroom tucked away in the corner.

Ashton gave Devon a sheepish glance. “It’s not much, but I don’t really make any money with the band. The scholarship covers tuition, but not really anything else,” he explained.

Devon shot Ashton an incredulous glance. “What? You think it’s too small for me,” he scoffed playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Play the size card, but I know it’s nothing like what you’re used to at home,” Ashton said.

Devon shrugged. “It’s cozy here, and my mom’s place is way too fancy for my taste,” he said.

“Your mom’s place?” Ashton asked.

Devon flinched and said, “It’s… I know it’s technically my place too, but it hasn’t felt like my place since…”

Ashton didn’t reply but gently gave Devon a pat on the back.

“You’ve seen my room… It’s the same as it was before. I actually wish she’d convert it into an office or something. It’s so big now. It’s kind of freaky,” Devon explained.

“Yeah. I thought it was weird that when she showed me around, that room was shut off. It felt like a museum or something,” Ashton said.

“Or a memorial,” Devon spat.

Ashton was about to give Devon another pat on the back but thought better of it. Instead, he said, “Well… my place is a little dark and a little cramped but… I can make a space for you.”

Devon glanced over at Ashton. Thoughts were already racing in his head. Could he get permission to stay here? Maybe if he proved to his mom that it was safe… Devon winced at the thought. He shouldn’t have to prove to her it was safe. She shouldn’t have this much control of his life. He was in college! Well… not anymore. He hadn’t attended classes since… Either way. He was an adult! He should have control of his own life.

“Let’s… let’s see how tonight goes,” Devon finally said.

“Of course. I wasn’t trying to pressure you into anything. It was just a thought I had,” Ashton replied.

“So… Want to give me the grand tour?” Devon asked.

“Sure, but what you see is what you get. The couch where I sleep. The table that doubles as a desk for homework. Kitchen…ette?” Ashton said as he pointed to the pieces of furniture around the room. The kitchen was little more than a minifridge, a coffee pot, and a microwave next to a sink.

“It’s clean, and that’s the important part. I’ll need to wash off after that concert,” Devon said, nodding towards the kitchen.

“Wash off? In the kitchen?” Ashton asked.

Devon gestured to himself.

“What? Do you normally bathe in the sink?” Ashton asked.

“It’s not like I can reach the knob in the shower, and I’d rather not ask my mom for help bathing,” Devon replied.

Ashton shrugged. He couldn’t argue with that. Still… it didn’t sit right with him somehow.

“Would you… like me to help you?” Ashton asked, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth than he realized what he was saying.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to… you know…” Ashton murmured.

Devon was glad that Ashton suddenly couldn’t bring himself to look Devon’s way. Devon was blushing beet red, and his cock was stiffening in his pants. Given his size, it wasn’t likely that Ashton would have noticed the tent, but Devon still didn’t want to be seen in this condition. However… he wasn’t opposed to the idea of Ashton helping him…

“No… it’s fine… maybe we could share… save water or something… you know…” Devon murmured awkwardly.

Ashton was a bit taken aback. He hadn’t meant to imply that they shower together, but now hearing Devon’s response, Ashton realized there was really no other way to take it.

It was Ashton’s turn to blush bright red. It was rare for anyone to get him flustered, but he really liked Devon, and the thought of not just seeing Devon nude but being naked together was exciting in a way that Ashton hadn’t expected. It’s not like they were going to do anything other than just clean off and yet…

“I worked up a bit of a sweat during the gig,” Ashton replied as if commenting to himself.

Devon glanced over at Ashton, but he couldn’t get a good look at Ashton’s face to get a vibe for what Ashton was feeling. They had only really known each other for a few weeks, but Devon had never known Ashton to be shy. This was new and incredibly endearing… albeit slightly frustrating. The mood had suddenly gotten incredibly tense, and the awkward silence just made Devon’s post-concert tinnitus even louder. Something had to give.

“Trust me, I noticed,” Devon teased.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ashton replied. Despite his accusatory tone, his playful sneer made it clear that he was thankful for Devon defusing the situation.

Devon reached down and tugged at the collar of Ashton’s shirt. “You’ve sweat clean through your shirt! It’s like riding on a damp sponge!” Devon protested.

“If you don’t like it, you can walk,” Ashton snarked.

“Yeah? Or you could lose the shirt,” Devon teased.

“Fine. Maybe I will,” Ashton said.

Ashton’s motion was so sudden that Devon didn’t have time to react. One second, Ashton was standing still and smirking at his tiny passenger, and the next Ashton’s hands shot down to the lower hem of his shirt and rapidly pulled the sweat-soaked garment up and over his head. Devon was along for the ride as Ashton’s t-shirt was pulled up and around him like a cartoony net trap.

Devon was drowning in fabric. He was surrounded on all sides by the thick, damp layer of cotton from Ashton’s t-shirt. The air was hot and humid. Every breath he took was so damp with sweat and cologne that Devon could taste it just as well as he smelled it. It was intoxicating. His already stiffened rod twitched excitedly in his pants.

Devon could feel himself rapidly dropping. It was fast enough to give him a bit of vertigo but still slow enough that his descent was clearly controlled. Devon suddenly came to a stop. He then felt pressure pushing down on him from above. Again, it was hard enough that Devon was sure Ashton intentionally wanted Devon to feel it, but gentle enough as to not hurt him.

Once the jostling subsided, Devon struggled to free himself from his cloth prison. He was so discombobulated that he wasn’t even sure which direction was up at first, but soon he crawled out of Ashton’s crumpled up t-shirt and… into even more fabric!

The smell was even more powerful here. It had gone from being arousing to being overpowering. Devon could barely breathe! He continued to shove his way through the layers of heavy fabric until his head poked out into the relatively fresh air of Ashton’s apartment.

Devon looked around and quickly realized that he was in Ashton’s dirty clothes hamper. Within an instant of clocking his location, Devon then spotted Ashton standing a few feet away and having a laugh at Devon’s expense. Devon knew his words wouldn’t reach his towering friend, but even if he couldn’t be heard, he could definitely be seen. Devon raised two middle fingers as high into the sky as he could and glared daggers at the Ashton.

Devon climbed the rest of the way out of the pile of laundry while Ashton worked on steadying his laughter. Devon tried his best to put on a show of being furious, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. Even had he not been laughing as well his smile would have been plainly visible. However, as Devon worked on freeing himself from the last bit of fabric, his smile quickly faded.

Devon stared in awe and fascination at the small garment that he now stood beside. The garment may be large enough to be a tent for the shrunken Devon, but for Ashton, it would have been borderline indecent.

Devon reached down and pulled at the waistband. It was heavy, but not so heavy that Devon couldn’t lift it. It was more awkward than anything. It was like trying to hoist a tarp over his head, but as Devon lifted the low-rise briefs, it was Ashton’s turn to experience awkwardness.

“What? Sometimes a guy wants to feel cute,” Ashton scoffed, but the faint hint of blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

Ashton quickly reached down and scooped Devon out of the pile of laundry and held the little guy up to his face so they could talk directly.

“I’m not complaining. You just didn’t seem the type,” Devon said.

“Oh? And what type would that be?” Ashton asked.

“Boxers maybe. You know. Let it hang,” Devon replied.

“Hang,” Ashton scoffed under his breath.

“Hmm?” Devon asked.

“Nothing. An ex got me hooked on them. He said I look good in them and they’re comfortable, so I never felt a need to change it up,” Ashton replied.

“And you can afford those?” Devon asked.

“What’s the supposed to mean? Yes, I’m broke as shit, but a guy’s gotta have some stupid purchases once in a while or he’ll go insane,” Ashton replied.

“I feel that. You wearing some now?” Devon asked.

“I may be… why? Do you want to see?” Ashton teased.

“Well, if we’re going to shower together, I’m going to see sooner or later. May as well have some fun with it,” Devon said.

“Speaking of showering…” Ashton began. His voice trailed off, and he lifted Devon closer to his face and gave a playful sniff.

“Oof. You smell like ass,” Ashton teased.

Devon hopped to his feet atop Ashton’s palm, raised both hands to his mouth, and shouted through cupped hands, “Yeah! Your ass! That was your underwear I just crawled out of! I’m covered in taint sweat!”

“You protest a lot, but it looks like part of you enjoyed it,” Ashton said and nodded towards the pronounced tent in Devon’s pants.

Devon glanced down and quickly spotted what Ashton was referring to. Devon’s rod was fully hard and dribbling pre. The viscous liquid had begun to seep through the front of his pants.

Devon suddenly regretted his choice in fabric. When he had designed this outfit, he had picked the lightest, breeziest fabric he could find so that it wouldn’t weigh him down, but now the damp front of his pants clung to his dick in an obscene way.

Devon may be small, but he was so close to Ashton’s face that the giant could see the small (or not so small) details. Devon was gifted below the belt, and the shape and size of his comparatively huge cock was now plainly visible.

“Wow… so how big are you?” Ashton murmured.

Devon tensed up and winced. He hadn’t measured since… everything that’s happened. He was curious, sure, but at the same time… no matter how big he was down there, he was still tiny.

“I mean… before it all… How big were you? Surely, you’ve measured, right?” Ashton asked.

Devon winced again.

Ashton sighed. “That was kind of insensitive, huh?” He asked.

“No. It’s fine. I get what you were saying. It’s just hard to think about… before…” Devon said.

Ashton’s apartment was so small that he was never more than a few steps from the couch. In one fluid motion, Ashton took a step back, sat down on the couch, and set Devon down on his lap. Despite the casual and welcoming air that Ashton was trying to present, Devon now found he had a new problem.

Devon now had to stare up and up to look Ashton in the eyes, and that meant that Ashton’s now fully exposed torso was directly in Devon’s line of sight. Despite how jarring the conversation had been, Devon couldn’t help but admire how lean and toned Ashton’s body was. Ashton didn’t have much bulk on him, but he had plenty of definition.

Ashton reached down and was about to awkwardly give Devon a reassuring pat, but Devon held up a hand for him to stop.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s just weird to think about. Life is so different now. It’s hard to… I don’t know… reconcile it?” Devon said through cupped hands.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Ashton said.

“I… actually do kind of want to talk about it, but… can you put a shirt on?” Devon said.

Ashton was momentarily taken aback. “You don’t like what you see?” he asked.

“I love it, but your shoulder is so boney it hurts to sit on without padding, and I’m tired of shouting from down here,” Devon said.

“Oh? … Oh!” Ashton said as he steadily realized what Devon was saying. Ashton reached over and grabbed a nearby blanket, threw it over his shoulder like a cape, and then reached down for Devon to climb aboard his palm. Once Devon was safely situated, he lifted Devon up onto his shoulder.

Devon took his seat atop Ashton’s shoulder and just took a moment to collect his thoughts. Fortunately, Ashton was cool with silence. Part of the reason they got along so well is that they didn’t feel the need to force conversation. Sometimes the best thing they could do was just enjoy each other’s company in silence. This, however, was not one of those times.

“I’m eight inches…” Devon said after a moment to calm himself and collect his thoughts.

Ashton glanced over and raised an eyebrow curiously. His eyes scanned Devon’s tiny form up and down, but he didn’t say anything.

“Was! I mean. I was eight inches. My dick, I mean,” Devon sputtered.

Ashton let out an appreciative whistle and nodded.

Devon wanted to leave it at that, but he knew he had unintentionally left the door open for the next question. Ashton was polite enough not to ask, but until they put the tiger on the table, it was going to be weighing heavily on both of their minds.

“I don’t know how big I am now… or small I am… or I guess tall I should say…” Devon mumbled awkwardly.

Ashton didn’t immediately reply. He glanced at the small passenger on his shoulder. His eyes did a quick scan up and down as if sizing up Devon. Ashton wasn’t going to push the issue at first, but the silence was palpable. If the air wasn’t cleared soon, the silence would become suffocating.

“Would you like to find out?” Ashton asked.

Devon recoiled slightly at the suggestion. He had a general idea of his height, but he had been hiding from the actual number. On some level, he knew that he was just hiding from the truth. Regardless of what the ruler said, it didn’t change anything about who he was or the nature of his situation. He was small. He was very small. It was only hanging around Trevor and Rex that Devon didn’t feel incredibly tiny. When hanging with Trevor for brief moments Devon could feel big, but as soon as he looked around him, the illusion was dispelled. Devon was a good deal shorter than a Barbie! He was shorter than a Coke bottle. He was only a little taller than a Coke can! He could easily be picked up by a toddler. He could ride in the palm of his friend’s hand. Even now, he was riding shotgun on his friend’s shoulder like a pirate’s parrot!

Knowing what the tic marks on a ruler said wouldn’t change any of those realities, but the knowledge would make them more real. Life since being shrunk had been surreal and often nightmarish. It was like he was trapped in a lucid dream that he couldn’t wake up from, and yet, he knew this was real.

Devon sat there in silence while the conflicting thoughts raged in his head. Devon could feel the panic and fear beginning to set in. His body tensed. His breathing became shallower. Devon had felt this way many times in the past especially since getting shrunk.

Devon closed his eyes and focused on his own breathing. If he could just make sure he didn’t start hyperventilating, he should be fine…

While Devon focused on the rise and fall of his own chest, he began to feel a similar motion around him. With each breath that Ashton took, his shoulder rose and fell ever so slightly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to most people, but for Devon it was like the ground beneath his feet was moving rhythmically.

Devon focused on matching his breaths with those of Ashton. Slowly their breaths got into synch. As they did, Devon could feel Ashton’s silent presence around him. Devon could not just feel the rise and fall of Ashton’s shoulder but also feel the warmth emanating from Ashton’s body. Devon felt small but safe. It was strange that his size should be a sense of comfort, but having his giant friend calmly watching over him gave him a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in ages.

Devon’s breathing slowly stabilized, but his heart was still racing. As his panic subsided, another feeling took over. Devon glanced up at his towering friend and was greeted by the calm but concerned look on Ashton’s huge face.

“T-thanks…” Devon murmured awkwardly. He gave Ashton a quick nod, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to look at him directly. It was silly, but Devon didn’t want Ashton to see how brightly his face was burning.

Ashton nodded and reached a hand up towards his passenger. Devon was too small for Ashton to really place a hand reassuringly on his shoulder, but Ashton had picked up a few tricks in the time they’d know each other. He used two fingertips and gently rubbed Devon’s back. Devon was so small, but Ashton could still feel Devon’s tight muscles steadily relax.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Ashton said softly.

“No… It’s fine…” Devon replied.

“Well… let’s think of something else for now. You said you wanted to clean up after the concert, right?” Ashton said.

“Yeah, but… no. I should do this. I want to do this. I’ve been putting it off too long. If was going to do it, I’d rather do it where I feel safe,” Devon rambled.

Ashton raised an eyebrow, took a moment as if appraising Devon’s reaction, and then nodded slowly. “So… does that mean…?” Ashton said.

Devon nodded. “Yeah. I want you to do it. Just… please. Don’t fudge the numbers. I want the truth,” he said.

Ashton nodded and then silently mulled it over for a moment. “I… don’t really have much to measure with though… Oh!” he said.

When Ashton had his epiphany, he jerked his head back slightly. The motion caused his entire body to shift just enough that Devon had to grab onto Ashton’s makeshift cloak to keep from falling over.

“Oh, sorry. Here. Wait here, I’ll go get my backpack,” Ashton said. He then reached a hand up for Devon to climb aboard and then set Devon down on the small table beside the couch.

Devon was curious, but there was not much he could do until Ashton got back. He stood there waiting and watching as Ashton crossed the room, grabbed his backpack, and went rummaging through one of the front pockets. Soon, Ashton found what he was looking for and pulled out a small, circular container. It was roughly the size of a pack of mints, but it didn’t have any branding on it.

Ashton opened the lid and then set the small case down next to Devon. Devon glanced over and saw that it contained a few needles, a small spool of thread, and a small, cloth tape measure.

“Oh. I didn’t know you sewed,” Devon said.

By this point, Ashton had knelt down beside the table and was close enough to hear what Devon was saying. Ashton nodded in response and said, “Yeah. I’ll patch up my stuff from time to time. Saves money. I can’t really afford to be spending a lot on clothes.”

“Didn’t you just say that you splurge on undies?” Devon teased.

“Okay, (a) that’s different, (b) I save money here to spend money there, and (c) I really rock the distressed look. Besides, I wait until they go clearance and stock up at half price,” Ashton explained.

“I think you’re protesting too much,” Devon teased.

“And I think you’re stalling. Now ditch the shoes,” Ashton replied.

Devon was taken aback. He cocked an eyebrow questioningly up at Ashton and then glanced down at his feet. Like the rest of his clothes, Devon’s shoes were custom-made.

“You said you wanted this to be accurate. Shoes always add an inch or s—… they always add a little bit to your height. So, if you want to get an accurate count, kick them off,” Ashton explained.

Devon couldn’t say why it felt so weird to him, but his cheeks burned even redder as he slipped off his shoes. The feeling of the cool tabletop against his bare soles sent a shiver up his spine, but he tried not to show any discomfort.

“Okay… Let’s do this…” Devon said and nodded up at Ashton.

“All right. Stand up straight now…” Ashton said. He unspooled a part of the cloth tape measure. Devon stood up as straight and tall as he could and watched intently at the narrow strip of cloth as Ashton lined it up beside him. As far as tape measures go, this one was tiny, but even so, Devon was so small that it was as wide as his forearm if not wider.

Devon fought an internal battle as Ashton sized him up. Part of Devon wanted to look. Part of him wanted to clench his eyes shut and wait for this to be over. His eyes would dart over towards the tape, but then he would turn away at the last second.

“Hold still…” Ashton said softly.

Devon clenched his eyes shut and tensed his whole body. He was too nervous to look at this point. While he stood there, every second felt like an hour. He was about to lose his mind, but right before he snapped, he heard Ashton announce the results.

“About seven inches,” Ashton said.

Devon’s eyes shot open, and his jaw dropped. “Seven!?” he yelped. Devon spun around and stared at the tape. The big red 7 hovered just about eye level.

“It’s… a little bit more than seven,” Ashton said reassuringly.

“How much more?” Devon squeaked.

“About… a tenth of an inch?” Ashton said skeptically.

“That’s barely anything!” Devon whined.

“Hey. On the other side of the tape, it says eighteen. Metric sometimes feel better when measuring,” Ashton said in an attempt to soothe Devon’s nerves.

Devon’s eye twitched slightly, but he was so baffled by Ashton’s comment that it actually served to calm him down a bit. He was too busy trying to parse what Ashton was saying to be upset by the results.

Devon stumbled back a step and then crouched down into a little ball and covered his head with his hands. “… I’m smaller than my dick…” he murmured.

“You’re bigger than most people’s dicks, if that helps,” Ashton replied. He reached down and once again gave Devon’s back a gentle rub.

Devon didn’t reply. He just continued to crouch down and rock back and forth. After a moment of silence, Ashton spoke up once more. “Want something to drink? It might take the edge off,” he said.

Devon nodded but upon realizing that Ashton probably couldn’t see the motion, spoke up. “Sure. What do you have?” He asked.

“Nothing fancy,” Ashton said with a shrug. “I think I have a Dos or something. I only really drink if I have a friend over which is… not often.”

“Uh… that’s fine…” Devon replied. Ashton nodded and crossed the room to the fridge to fetch a drink, leaving Devon alone to think.

Devon wasn’t a huge drinker… not that he was a huge anything at this point. He had had the occasional beer at parties and whatnot, but ever since The Incident, he hadn’t touched a drop. He would have had to ask his mom for something if he wanted one, and that was not a conversation he cared to have.

Ashton returned with a bottle and a small glass. Devon tried not to stare too hard at the bottle, but as Ashton set it down on the table, it was readily apparent that the bottle was taller than Devon by a few inches which just served to salt the recent wound.

Ashton then set a short glass down on the table and quickly filled it. Devon hopped up and peered over the edge of the glass but was instantly floored by the fumes. At his size, the scotch glass was the size of a hot tub! He felt like he was hotboxing a brewery.

“Woah…” Devon murmured and stumbled back.

“You okay?” Ashton asked.

“Y-yeah… just, I was not expecting that. I’m more of a lightweight than I thought,” Devon replied.

“Well, don’t overdo it. I don’t want you barfing on my table,” Ashton teased.

“I’m sure it’d take ages to mop up,” Devon sassed dryly.

“Here. Try this,” Ashton said as he put a long but incredibly skinny tube into the glass. It looked like a straw, but it was way too tiny to be useful for any normal person.

“Coffee stirrer,” Ashton explained. “Simon suggested it.”

Devon nodded and took a sip. The straw was a good fit for his mouth, but it was less than ideal. By the time he manage to take a sip, he was feeling lightheaded, but that was more from trying to suck liquid through a straw the length of his leg than from the actual alcohol.

“How is it?” Ashton asked.

Devon shrugged and gave an iffy hand wobble. He had never been big on the taste, but it was already having the intended effect. He was feeling a little calmer. Although, that was probably more to do with the casual nature of sharing a drink with a bud than the actual alcohol.

“More for me,” Ashton said and quickly knocked back the glass.

“Hey!” Devon protested, but he doubted Ashton could even hear him.

Ashton set the glass back down. “There. I saved you some,” he teased and nodded towards the empty glass.

While it was true, the dregs would have been more than enough for Devon. It was a matter of principle. He glared up at Ashton, which caused Ashton to chuckle. Ashton then poured the rest of the bottle into the glass and said, “drink up. Just let me know when you’re done.”

Devon nodded and began to sip at the beer. The two enjoyed the silence for a bit, but it wasn’t long before Devon was starting to feel a little tipsy. He had only had a few sips, but each “sip” was a good-sized mouthful. Not to mention the sheer volume of fumes he inhaled in the process. Devon felt like he was getting drunker from just the fumes than from drinking the actual beer.

Once Devon had had enough, Ashton knocked back the rest of the glass and then began to pull the cushions off of the couch. It took him only a minute to completely fold out his bed and get the covers on it.

Ashton turned towards the tiny guest atop the table beside the couch. He knelt down and said, “I’m glad you could make it to the show tonight. I really enjoyed having you with us.”

Devon nodded enthusiastically and said, “Yeah! It was a blast! I can’t wait to do it again.”

Ashton nodded in response. He was grinning from ear to ear. It was rare to see Ashton with more than just a smirk. The huge smile was a good look on him. Devon’s cheeks burned redder and his heart pounded harder.

“You’re looking a little red. Good thing I cut you off when I did,” Ashton teased.

“S-shut up…” Devon murmured awkwardly.

“Anyway, I think it’s bedtime. Do you want me to put a pillow out for you?” Ashton asked.

“I can sleep wherever. You don’t have to worry about me,” Devon said.

Ashton rolled his eyes and said, “You’re my guest and my friend. I want you to be happy and comfortable. I can make you a bed somewhere or you could… join me in mine.”

A bad mix of a light buzz and a huge crush had Devon feeling light in the head and hard in the crotch. He couldn’t believe he was considering it. Ashton was so huge that if he rolled over in his sleep, he could squish Devon into the mattress, and yet…

“I’d like that…” Devon said awkwardly.

Ashton once more grinned from ear to ear. “Come on then,” he said and gestured towards his pillow.

Devon nodded and began to pull off his shirt but then balked. He couldn’t sleep while fully clothed. These pants were too tight, but he also didn’t have underwear on underneath. He also didn’t have a change of clothes handy. That meant his best course of action was to…

Ashton raised an eyebrow and nodded appreciatively. “I usually sleep in just my underwear myself,” he said.

Devon took his shirt off, but then balked before he could get to removing his jeans. Ashton had stood up to his full height and was now looming over him. Devon watched in awe as Ashton pulled off his belt and then shimmied his tattered jeans down his legs and kicked them off. Soon, Ashton was standing there clad in just his briefs.

It was a surprising look for him. Ashton looked… cute. Devon was so used to seeing Ashton clad in punkish attire, that it was hard to reconcile how he normally saw Ashton with the cute little low-cut briefs that Ashton was currently clad in. It was an entirely different vibe, but Devin liked what he saw. The small garment really showed off Ashton’s lean, lithe body. The narrow waistband was so low that it was obvious that Ashton kept things clean cut down there. His briefs were so small that had Ashton had much to work with down there, it would have been positively obscene.

“Wow…” Devon murmured as he stared up at the towering, nearly nude form of his friend. The tabletop that Devon stood atop was about level with Ashton’s mid-thigh which put Ashton’s bulge a mere couple of inches above Devon’s head. It was close enough that Ashton could almost reach out and touch it. Part of Devon wanted to do just that, but he resisted the urge.

Ashton stared down at Devon with a cocked eyebrow and a slanted smirk as if daring Devon to make a comment, but Devon was too overwhelmed by the looming figure of his friend to do anything but stand there and gawk. Eventually, however, Devon managed to work up the nerve to finish what he started.

Devon finished undoing the clasp on his pants and then slowly pushed them down along his hips. Soon, his fully-boned cock was free to spring up and slap against his flat belly. Devon tried his best to ignore it, but even as he stepped out of his pants, he could feel Ashton’s eyes upon him… and his cock.

Ashton nodded approvingly but didn’t say anything. An awkward silence descended on the pair. Devon stood there awkwardly with his rod openly on display and nervously rubbed his arm. Part of him wanted to reach down and cover up, but what good would that do? The cat was already out of the bag as it were, and it wasn’t that he disliked the way Ashton looked at him…

Ashton sat down on the floor in front of the table. Even while seated, he was so tall that he still loomed over Devon atop the side table, but Ashton leaned in close so that he was eye-level with his little friend. Ashton’s huge eyes slowly scanned up and down the few short inches of Devon’s body.

Devon fidgeted under Ashton’s scrutinizing gaze. An awkward rush of emotions swirled within him. Ashton was so close that Devon could feel Ashton’s breath upon him. Ashton’s face was so huge and so close that it was like staring down an ad on the subway wall. Devon felt both incredibly tiny and incredibly seen!

“You’re so handsome,” Ashton said softly. He reached up and brushed Devon’s cheek with his fingertip.

Devon’s heart skipped a beat, and his dick gave a lurch of excitement. Handsome!? It was the best compliment he had ever heard! He had been called cute plenty in the past but never handsome, and after he shrunk, cute seemed to be the only compliment he ever got. Cute like a puppy or a pet mouse. Something small and portable and easily forgettable, but now he was handsome!

“I like you too…” Devon murmured awkwardly.

Devon cringed slightly at his own comeback, but what could he have even said? Ashton had set the bar too high with handsome! Had Devon replied in kind it would have cheapened the word. What else could he have said? The only other word that came to mind was beautiful, but was that something he could even say to another guy? Ashton was more than just beautiful though. He was stunning. His piercing eyes and his sharp features and his stylish hair. It was like looking at an A-list actor on the silver screen, and Ashton’s sheer size just made the comparison all the more apt.

“Want me to help you with that?” Ashton said. His voice was sweet and earnest which somehow made the question even hotter.

Devon wasn’t used to such a question. His only sexual experience to date was fooling around with Rex, and Rex was about as sweet as vinegar. The closest Rex came to playing coy was crass innuendo. Rex’s idea of a compliment was “your dick is so huge!”

Devon was blushing so hard that he felt like his cheeks were about to burn off. He was as hard as he had ever been. Pre dribbled excitedly from the tip of his dick. He had not gotten any action in months, and he hadn’t even felt comfortable jerking it lately. He had no idea how often he was being observed while at home. The constant fear that someone would walk in on him made it so he never felt comfortable enough to rub one out. His balls were so far past blue that his nuts were approaching shrimp colors.

As Devon stood there, he slowly became aware of the silence. Ashton was waiting on a response. Devon tried to respond, but he was so nervous that his voice failed him. The sound that escaped his mouth was so soft that it would have been hard to hear even if he wasn’t a little short for a Stormtrooper… or a Barbie for that matter.

Devon managed to nod in reply and croaked out a weak, “Could you?”

Not even Devon was sure if his comment was him giving permission or him asking if it was physically possible. This was entirely new territory for him, but Ashton grinned sweetly and reached a pointer finger down between Devon’s legs.

Devon shuddered excitedly as he felt Ashton’s fingertip gently rub his nuts. Ashton’s fingertip was so huge that it completely eclipsed Devon’s sack. Even Devon’s (proportionally) sizeable dick barely reached the first knuckle on Ashton’s finger. Devon’s pre dripped onto Ashton’s fingertip, giving the massive digit a nice, slick sheen which just made it feel even more amazing when Ashton ran his fingertip along the length of Devon’s shuddering rod.

Devon’s breaths came out shallower. His body shuddered harder. His dick lurched excitedly. Devon was so overwhelmed that his knees felt like jelly. His legs buckled out from under him, but before he could hit the tabletop, Ashton’s other hand swooped in and caught him leaving Devon reclining in the giant’s palm.

Everything about this scenario was maddeningly hot. Devon had been leery of letting people touch him ever since he shrunk, but he felt so safe in Ashton’s hand that just feeling the giant’s palm supporting him made him feel safer than he had in ages. The vision of Ashton’s handsome face looming over him was so exciting that it just made Devon even hotter under the collar.

It didn’t take long for Devon to realize that part of the reason Ashton looked so huge was because he was now so close. Devon could feel Ashton’s breath against his shuddering body, and the heat and humidity only grew as Ashton opened his mouth and extended his tongue.

Devon gasped in shock and excitement as he felt the tip of Ashton’s dick flick against his balls. His nuts tensed up in excitement and anticipation, and his cock gave a hard lurch of delight. Devon was so small that even just the tip of Ashton’s tongue could cover his entire sack, and as Ashton leaned in even closer, soon Ashton’s tongue covered Devon’s entire cock.

Ashton’s tongue was soft and warm and wet, and yet, it had a firmness and a strength just beneath the surface. As the muscles shifted and flexed, Devon could feel the taste buds along Ashton’s tongue rubbing against his dick. It was the most amazing thing Devon had ever felt! Was it purely a matter of how long it had been since he last came? Was Ashton uniquely skilled? … or was it something about Devon’s own size in this scenario that excited him…?

Devon didn’t want to admit it, but there was definitely part of him that was happy that he had shrunk. He never would have met Ashton otherwise, and he definitely never would have been held like this. Being firmly in the palm of someone he trusted more than he ever thought possible was an oddly freeing experience.

Devon struggled against his own desire to cream. His cock lurched excitedly beneath the heavy blanket of Ashton’s tongue. He was so close, and yet, he wanted to make this last forever.

Devon struggled to keep his eyes open. His whole body trembled with ecstasy. He wanted to hold out, but the ecstasy and exhaustion were quickly taking their toll. Devon could tell he was at his limit. Every muscle in his body tensed up. His cock gave a powerful lurch. His nuts tensed. He had to grip the tip of Ashton’s nose to try and keep himself from wriggling clean off the titan’s hand as a cry of pure bliss escaped his lips.

The feeling of Devon’s hands against his nose tipped Ashton off that something was happening, and he pulled back just in time to see Devon arch his back in ecstasy. A huge, powerful spurt of cum erupted from Devon’s dick and fired up and over Devon’s shoulders. Much of the first shot completely overshot Devon and splattered against the table behind him, but the second and third spurts weren’t quite so strong. The thick ropes splattered against Devon’s face and clung to his hair. Still more splattered against his heaving pecs and shuddering abs. By the time he was spent, he had an impressive amount of cum coating his face and torso, and the last dregs of his spunk oozed out the tip of his rapidly deflating cock.

Devon was so winded and addled that all he could do was lie there on Ashton’s palm and softly chuckle. He was so overwhelmed by the force of his own climax and the strength of the afterglow that he was barely even conscious let alone coherent, but he did manage to shoot a lazy grin up at his towering friend.

“Looks like I made a mess,” Ashton said playfully. He then lifted Devon up to his face once more and said, “Let me help with that…”

Devon was too dazed to ask what Ashton meant even had he had time to do so. No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Ashton was once against running his tongue along the length of Devon’s cock and balls, but Ashton didn’t stop there this time. He playfully licked along the length of Devon’s smooth belly and chest and beyond. Devon laughed giddily as Ashton lapped at his face like a giant, playful dog.

Ashton was enjoying it almost as much as Devon had been. He loved how Devon felt wriggling in his hand. He loved how the taste of cum mixed with the sweat from the evening concert. He loved the excited cries that escaped Devon’s tiny mouth.

Eventually, Ashton pulled back and smirked down at his little lover. “How was that?” he asked.

“That was amazing,” Devon said groggily.

“I’m glad,” Ashton replied.

Devon tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but he was feeling so weak and giggly that he flopped back onto his back nearly immediately. “I should return the favor,” Devon murmured.

“I might take you up on that… but later,” Ashton said.

Devon was still too winded and was riding high on the afterglow, but he managed a weak, “whuh?”

“I think you were a lot more backed up than I was, so I don’t mind waiting,” Ashton said with a chuckle.

Ashton set Devon down on the pillow and then began to crawl into the bed beside him. As he did so, Devon got a glimpse at the noticeable tent in Ashton’s briefs. Judging by the wet splotch at the tip, it looked like Ashton had been leaking almost as bad as Devon. Devon could only assume that Ashton had been fully bricked, but in Devon’s addled state, he couldn’t be sure if the tent in Ashton’s briefs was its full size or if it had gone down since he had brought Devon over the edge.

Once Ashton had settled onto the bed and turned to face Devon on the pillow beside him, Devon piped up again, “I want you to finish,” he said.

Ashton furrowed his brow skeptically but did not say anything.

“If you don’t want me to do it, I get it, but… I guess you could say, I want to share this experience?” Devon said. Devon had a groggy smirk on his face, but suddenly his smirk spread into a devious grin and he added, “… you could even finish on me, if you want.”

It was Ashton’s turn to have his heart skip a beat and his cock give a lurch of excitement. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He was also hard as he had ever been. Everything about this evening with Devon had been so much fun and so hot. He had never enjoyed the company of another guy this much before. There really wasn’t any reason not to go all the way…

Ashton shrugged and gave a feigned sigh of defeat before getting up from his bed. As he stood beside the bed, staring down at his little lover, he slowly and playfully pulled down the waistband of his briefs until his own raging hard on came into view.

Devon gave a nod of appreciation as Ashton’s cock came into view. Devon had wondered what it would be like if he came face to face with a cock that was bigger than he was. The thought was still near the front of his mind ever since he realized that he was now smaller than his old rager, but with Ashton, that wasn’t something he needed to worry about. Ashton’s modest cock was only about as wide as Devon’s hips and as long as his torso.

Ashton once again stared down at Devon as if daring him to say something, but Devon had nothing to say, nor did he think his words would carry that far. Instead, Devon raised two big thumbs up in appreciation.

Ashton let out a small chuckle and crawled back onto the bed. Soon he was situated so that the pillow which housed Devon was resting between his thighs. Ashton’s rigid cock shuddered excitedly. Ashton’s dick was only a little bigger than his thumb. It may have been a problem for some other guys, but at Devon’s size, Ashton’s cock looked magnificent.

Devon stood up and steadily trekked along the pillow towards the edge where Ashtons cock stood waiting for him. Soon, Devon stood face to face with Ashton’s cock. It was a surreal experience. Ashton’s sack was as large as a trendy bean bag couch, but his rod was only about as long as Devon’s torso. The oozing slit atop Ashon’s puffy cock head was roughly the size of Devon’s own mouth.

Devon couldn’t help himself. The sight before him was so hot and he was still riding high on the afterglow. He wanted to spend even more intimate time with his giant friend.

Devon leaned in and ran his tongue along the slit of Ashton’s cock. Warm, viscous pre flooded from the gash and poured into Devon’s mouth. It wasn’t his first time tasting pre, but it was the first time since he had shrunk. The stuff was so much heavier and thicker at his size! It was like warm syrup. Devon had thought he was completely spent, but the taste and feel and the smell of Devon’s pre caused his cock to stir to life once more.

“O-oh…” Ashton murmured softly. His dick gave a lurch of excitement as he felt Devon’s tiny tongue run along the length of his slit. The feel of Devon’s tongue and the feel of Devon’s tiny hands pressing against the soft flesh of his glans felt phenomenal.

It was Ashton’s turn to tremble. His whole body shuddered as he stared down at the tiny form of his friend. Devon was incredibly hot. Even if he hadn’t been so tiny, Ashton would have been enamored with him, but something about Devon’s size made the experience even hotter than Ashton had ever expected.

Some piece in the back of Ashton’s mind couldn’t help but wonder. Did Devon seem so hot because Ashton had a thing for him? Or was there something else going on? Some part of him wondered if it was Devon’s size that made him so appealing. It wasn’t something Ashton had put much thought into in the past. He had heard about the accident in the lab, sure. He knew that there were now tiny people out there, but it wasn’t until he saw Devon for himself that he began to ponder what it would be like to meet someone like that, and then he met Simon and Trevor who opened his mind to the possibilities of having a tiny boyfriend. They seemed so happy despite the difference in size.

Whatever the case, this was not the time for deep introspection. Ashton was too hot and bothered to think through this rationally. All he could do was marvel at how hot Devon looked and enjoy how incredible Devon’s tiny body felt against his dick. Ashton’s whole body shuddered with arousal. His dick lurched with glee. The sheer force of which sent Devon toppling backwards.

Seeing Devon tumble caused Ashton’s protective instincts to overpower his lust. He immediately reached down and scooped Devon up into his hands. Devon was so small that Ashton could easily hold him in one hand, but Ashton still instinctively used both hands to ensure he was giving Devon’s small body proper support.

“Are you okay?” He asked the tiny figure.

Devon nodded and laughed. “Yeah. I think it likes me,” he said between chuckles.

Ashton was again floored by how cute and hot Devon was. Devon was coated in pre. His slicked hair hung heavily around his face. His whole body glistened in the dim light of the overhead bulbs.

Ashton again had a brief moment of doubt in the back of his mind. Did he like how small Devon was because he liked Devon, or did he like Devon because of how small he was? Whatever the case, Ashton knew better than to think too hard on philosophical matters while rock hard. It was called post-nut “clarity” for a reason. He’d have plenty of time to worry about this later. In the meantime, the thought overwhelming his mind at the moment was how hot it was that Devon was completely coated in his fluids.

Ashton let out a soft moan. His dick gave a hard lurch. His whole body trembled. He almost came hands-free just from looking at his tiny friend!

“Wow. You’re really close,” Devon cheered.

Ashton took a deep breath and tried to steady himself before looking back towards his friend. “Y-yeah…” he said between shaky breaths.

“Let me help you! I owe you that much!” Devon called up.

Ashton was taken aback. Something about Devon’s comment got under in skin but not in the fun way. It was enough to take the edge off his need to cream.

Ashton shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything… but… I want to try something… if you trust me,” he said.

Devon sat up on Ashton’s palm and looked excitedly up at his towering friend. “Yeah!” Devon shouted loud enough for Ashton to hear him.

Ashton nodded and shifted his grip so that Devon was now seated firmly in the palm of one of his hands. Devon was large enough that he more than filled Ashton’s palm but not so large that it was uncomfortable. At Devon’s size, Ashton’s palm was like a inner tube designed for lazy river rides.

Devon watched with a look curiosity and excitement in his eyes. He wasn’t surprised to see Ashton maneuver him so that he was once again staring down the tip of Ashton’s dick, but he was surprised that Ashton didn’t bring him in close enough to start playing with it again. Instead, Ashton gripped his short staff between his thumb and two fingers and began to stroke the shaft. From Devon’s position, it was clear to see that Ashton wasn’t going to last long. He had been on the edge of creaming even before he began to work the shaft. It only took a few pumps before Ashton let out a moan and his cock gave one last buck before spunk erupted from his dick like a geyser.

Devon was instantly bathed in white. He could feel spurt after massive, gooey spurt of cum wash over him. He was coated from head to toe in an instant. It got in his hair and seeped into his mouth. Devon had to swallow to keep the airways open enough to breathe. Cum was not something he’d ever considered as a meal before, but it was warm and satisfying like a thick gruel but without the chunks. It could just have been that he was so horny that it was overwriting his other senses, but the taste of Ashton’s seed in his mouth and the feeling of Ashton’s heavy spunk filling his belly got Devon worked up all over again.

Ashton came again and again. His fat nuts working double time in churning out thick spunk. Part of him felt bad using Devon like this, but Devon looked like he was loving it almost as much as Ashton was!

Soon, Ashton reached his limit. His nuts had nothing left to pump. His short cock gave a few weak bucks, but there was no more juice in the tank. Ashton fell over with a thud onto his mattress and dropped Devon unceremoniously onto his chest.

The heavy, tarlike spunk clung to Devon’s hair and body and slowly oozed outward onto Ashton’s heaving chest. Devon could feel Ashton’s heart pounding. He could feel the rise and fall of Ashton’s chest with each heavy breath the giant took. Devon knew he should get cleaned up, but he didn’t want to move. He just wanted to bask in the warmth of his friend’s thick wad and firm bod.

Ashton glanced down at the cum-coated mass that was his friend. He knew he should probably get them both cleaned up, but Devon looked so peaceful. Not to mention, there was something strangely excited about seeing someone coated head to toe in his spunk. Ashton felt that they could afford to wait a little longer before cleaning up, and as the duo silently lay there just enjoying the feel of their bare skin touching and Ashton’s load cooling, the mix of exhaustion and endorphins steadily overtook them.

Vote on this story

A miracle on 69th Street 2: Jingle bed rock by Ziel After the events of “A Miracle on 69th Street”, Nick visits Kris’s home at the North Pole only to find out that there is a strange caveat for having visitors in the magical land. 5,393 words Added Dec 2017 7,415 views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Size Decrease•Christmas

Trevor: Degenerate Rex by Ziel Trevor reconnects with an old classmate/FWB who was also in the lab that day. Different guys. Different sizes. Different situations that they need to deal with.  7,302 words Added Jan 2024 2,359 views 5.0 stars (1 vote) No comments yet •Size Decrease•Brothers•Hetero Sex •M/M/M

The little spoon by Ziel "September’s Patreon topic was shrinking. I really need to work with some shrinking stuff more often. I love playing around with different sizes, and if I had spent time at each size this would have turned into a novel instead of a short story." 2 parts 12k words Added Nov 2014 Updated 13 Jan 2024 19k views 4.9 stars (17 votes) No comments yet •Muscle Growth•Size Decrease•Size Increase •M/M

Bait and tackle by Ziel Sapp continues his size-draining activities. This time against the speed and power of a hero called Linebacker. 5,442 words Added Apr 2020 19k views 4.8 stars (6 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Cock Shrinking•Muscle Growth•Muscle Theft•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Humiliation•Superhero/Supervillain

‘Mini’ge a trois by Ziel Rhys and his two buddies decide to experiment with a shrinking potion. It’s a long way down, but it’s sure to be one helluva ride. 11 parts 36k words Added Mar 2016 Updated 2 Jun 2017 21k views 4.6 stars (19 votes) No comments yet •Size Decrease •M/M•M/M/M

Safe sex by LuckyMuscle A young guy out clubbing lucks into his dream scenario: being in the middle between two muscle studs. It does’t quite turn out the way he expected. 3,528 words Added May 2006 22k views 5.0 stars (11 votes) No comments yet •Huge Cock•Muscle/Strength•Transformation•Size Decrease•Human to Inanimate•Rubber/Latex •M/M/M

The incredible shrinking jocks: Shrinking at home by Douglas Benjamin Boyfriends Oren and Quinn love playing around with a shrinking potion that reduces Oren to a tiny size—so small he's nearly trampled underfoot. 2,155 words Added Feb 2020 11k views 5.0 stars (4 votes) No comments yet •Muscle/Strength•Giants•Size Decrease

Sucker by pornwright Toulouse has a great body and a magnificent cock, but with each enthusiastic blowjob from Henry, the transfer of cum makes Lou less, and Henry more. 7 parts 4,551 words Added Feb 2009 34k views 5.0 stars (8 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Cock Shrinking•Huge Cock•Other Mental Changes•Muscle Growth•Muscle Theft•Muscle/Strength•Transformation•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Bisexual•Nonconsensual change•Nonconsensual sex