Trevor: A small gathering

by Ziel   

Ashton arrives at Simon’s place with his new friend in tow.

“I’ll get it!” Trevor said in response to the sound of a knock at the door.

“How many times are you going to keep making the joke?” Simon asked the tiny figure that was riding in the folds of his hood.

“Until it stops being funny,” Trevor replied.

“Yeah. You’re a real comedy genius,” Simon replied dryly as he got up from his desk to go answer the door.

“Do you think it’s Devon?” Trevor asked.

“Most likely. None of my friends said they were swinging by,” Simon replied.

“Are you jealous that I’m so popular?” Trevor teased.

“I’m jealous that neither you nor any of your friends have jobs,” Simon countered.

Trevor didn’t have time to trade yet another barb. Simon was already at the door and was pulling it open, but even had Trevor begun to say something, his comment would have been cut short but what he saw waiting for him on the other side of the door.

“Who the fuck are you!?” Trevor shouted.

“Woah. You really are tiny,” The man standing on the other side of the door said upon spotting the tiny figure peeking out from inside of Simon’s hood.

Simon cupped a hand over his tiny boyfriend to hide Trevor from view and glared suspiciously at the newcomer. Simon was not nearly as tall as the new arrival, but he was a bit stockier. Simon’s lithe, runner’s build stood in stark contrast to the slim, gangly build of the new arrival.

“Do I know you?” Simon asked.

“Probably not,” the guy said. He turned slightly so that Simon could see the pack that was slung over his shoulder. Simon glanced at the pack and quickly realized that it was not the pack that the guy was showing him but the passenger!

“Devon!?” Simon gasped.

Devon was perched atop the guy’s backpack and was using the handle as a makeshift seatbelt. Devon looked up at Simon and waved.

“You must be Simon,” Devon said.

“You hadn’t met before?” The gangly, punkish looking guy said to his small passenger.

“Not directly, anyway,” Devon replied.

“He’s friends with my boyfriend,” Simon added.

Simon nodded slightly to gesture towards the crook of his neck where Trevor was standing. Simon relaxed his defensive posture a bit and moved his hand so that he was no longer hiding Trevor from view. Trevor wasted no time in spotting Devon and waving his arms to get his friend’s attention.

“Hey! Devon! Hey!” Trevor shouted.

Devon glanced towards the noise and gasped when he caught sight of his friend.

“Wow… You’re… wow…” Devon murmured.

Devon had known that Trevor would be smaller than him. He had heard the new reports. He had even seen the numbers in the paper. On a statistical level, Devon knew that Trevor was a bit short of two inches tall, but seeing it was another matter altogether! Devon was so used to being around people that towered over him like skyscrapers that seeing someone who was so small that Devon could scoop them into his arms like a teddy bear nearly broke his brain.

While Devon was busy stammering, Simon turned his attention to the guy who had brought Devon to his apartment.

“You should have led with you’re Devon’s friend,” Simon said. He extended a hand toward the newcomer and added, “I’m Simon, by the way.”

The guy took Simon’s hand and shook it. “Ashton. And I dunno if I would say we’re friends,” he said flatly.

Simon cocked an eyebrow questioningly and glanced back towards Devon.

“I’m surprised your mom didn’t bring you,” Simon said.

“I… didn’t want her to…” Devon said sheepishly.

Simon still had an eyebrow cocked, but now he tilted his head like a confused puppy. “… but you came with someone you barely knew?” Simon asked.

“I found him on his way and offered to help,” Ashton said.

“Did you try to come here by yourself?” Simon asked. 

“Yes…” Devon admitted.

Simon visibly tensed up but said nothing in reply. There was a heavy silence as Simon just stared at Devon. Devon recoiled slightly from the intensity of his stare, but before he could say anything, Ashton intervened.

Ashton raised a hand as if to tell Simon to back off. “Don’t be mad at him,” he said.

“I’m not mad. I just had a half-second heart attack thinking of all the ways that could have gone terribly wrong,” Simon replied.

There was an awkward pause. Devon didn’t know what to say. He barely knew Simon, but Simon’s response was both strangely reassuring and a bit mortifying.

Ashton, meanwhile, wasn’t sure if he should say or do anything. He didn’t really have a horse in this race, did he? And yet, he wanted to step up to bat for Devon, but what would he even say? It wasn’t like Devon needed Ashton to defend him.

Simon broke the silence. He nodded over his shoulder and said, “Come on. Let’s continue this inside.”

“If it’s all the same…” Ashton began to say.

“If you don’t have anywhere you need to be, I’d like it if you came in. Let me thank you for your help. I’ll get you a drink, and I’ve got some pizza in the oven. It’s more than I can eat by myself, and I doubt these two will eat much,” Simon said, gesturing towards the tiny guys that were riding on his and Ashton’s shoulders.

“I don’t need anything,” Ashton replied.

“Too bad,” Simon said.

Ashton was taken aback by this response. He was so caught off guard that he couldn’t even formulate a reply.

“You did something nice for us. Now let us do something nice for you,” Simon said and gestured once more for Ashton to come inside.

Ashton chuckled in response. The original plan was to get Devon to safety and then politely dip, but it didn’t sound like Simon was going to give him the option. Ashton wasn’t one to accept hospitality when offered. Most people offered to do something less out of the goodness of their hearts but rather because of some stale social contract, but there was something about the cut of Simon’s jib that Ashton found amusing. This wasn’t the fake politeness that Ashton had expected at first. Simon seemed to have a genuine desire to do something nice. Ashton was also admittedly curious about not just Simon but Simon’s little friend too. Trevor was so tiny, and yet Devon had said Simon was Trevor’s boyfriend?

Ashton followed Simon into the apartment. The apartment itself was nice but small. The main room was split into a reasonably sized living room and a small kitchen. There were two doors leading off from there which Ashton could only assume led to the bedroom and bathroom.

Simon gestured for Ashton to take a seat on the couch which Ashton did. Simon then reached up to the passenger on his shoulder and waited as Trevor scampered onto his palm. Once Trevor was safely in position, Simon reached down and held his hand towards the table so Trevor could step down and scurry over towards the cellphone which was sitting face up in the center of the table.

“Hey! Set Devon down!” came Trevor’s voice from the cellphone speaker.

It took a second for Ashton to process what had just happened. He was surprised to hear Trevor’s voice, but quickly realized that Trevor must be using the cell phone to magnify his voice.

Ashton didn’t say anything, but he quickly held his palm up for Devon to climb aboard similar to how Simon had done for Trevor mere moments before, but Ashton’s passenger was much larger.

It was strange for Ashton to even think of Devon as being large. Devon was barely bigger than an action figure, and yet, Devon was far larger than Simon’s tiny boyfriend. To Trevor, Simon’s palm was the size of an Alaskan King mattress, but for Devon, Ashton’s palm was more of a papasan.

Once Devon was safely deposited on the table, Ashton took a seat on the sofa nearby and sat back and watched. Ashton couldn’t hear what the two tiny guys were saying, but it was still interesting to watch. Devon had sat down cross-legged on the table and was listening intently as Trevor excitedly rambled on about something. Trevor’s exaggerated motions and mannerisms made it clear that he was extremely excited and happy to see his friend for the first time in months.

“How was the trip? Why did you come with that guy? Why didn’t you text us back? We would totally have come and got you,” Trevor fired off questions one after another.

Devon was too overwhelmed to answer any of the questions. He raised his hands to try and get Trevor to calm down so that he’d have a chance to say something. “Woah, woah, woah. Calm down. One at a time,” Devon said.

“Sorry. It’s just been so long, and then you suddenly show up with this guy?” Trevor said, nodding to the giant figure that sat silently nearby.

“It’s… a long story…” Devon replied.

“Well, we’ve got some time before food is ready,” Trevor said.

“I suppose we do… and I guess it’s not really that long of a story… it’s just… kind of embarrassing…” Devon replied.

“Yeah? Those are the best kinds of stories,” Trevor said.

“It’s stupid. I know, but… I wanted to try to make it here by myself,” Devon said.

“Oh…” Trevor said softly.

“What’s with that response?” Devon asked.

“It’s just… I totally get it. I mean, look at me. I went from six feet to two inches in an instant. My old shoes are the size of a house! I used to help Simon get stuff from the top cupboard. Now I can’t even reach the bottom one.” Trevor explained.

“Huh… I didn’t think any of this bothered you,” Devon said.

“I don’t know if I’d say it bothers me… It was a huge change, and I’m still adjusting, but…” Trevor’s words trailed off and he looked off towards the kitchen.

Devon glanced in the direction that Trevor had looked. Simon was on his way back with a couple of cans in his hands. Simon handed one to Ashton and set the other one on a coaster not far from where Trevor and Devon were having their conversation. Devon glanced over at the can.

Sitting next to Trevor made Devon feel not as puny, but the can instantly reminded him of how small he really was. He used to be able to knock one back with ease, but now a can weighed more than he did. At Devon’s current size, it looked more like a podium than a beverage. Now that Devon was seated, the soda can was slightly taller than he was, but if he were to stand up, the can would reach just below his chest. The thing was big enough around that he could sit on it like an oversized bar stool.

“I used to drink these…” Devon murmured in awe at the massive can.

“And I used to crush them on my forehead,” Trevor replied.

Devon glanced down at his tinier friend and cocked an eyebrow. “So that’s what happened. I just figured you were dropped as a kid,” Devon replied.

“Rude!” Trevor shouted.

“That was needlessly bitchy, wasn’t it?” Devon replied awkwardly.

“Yeah,” Trevor huffed. 

Trevor was now leaning against the side of the cool, metal can which just served to make Trevor look even tinier. Trevor was barely bigger than the UPC! The world around Devon was often extremely daunting due to the sheer size of everything, but Trevor was maybe a quarter of Devon’s size! If things were huge to Devon, they much be absolutely massive to Trevor! Just thinking about how enormous everything must appear to the tiny Trevor made Devon start to feel a little lightheaded. Even just imagining it gave him vertigo!

“Sorry. The only people I’ve been speaking to lately have been my mom and Rex. With mom, everything’s an argument, and with Rex, everything is just me bitching about my mom,” Devon said.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t even upset. What’s a bit of ribbing between friends?” Trevor replied. 

“I guess…? I still feel like the vibes were a bit off,” Devon replied.

“You’re overthinking it. Let’s focus on something more fun, instead,” Trevor said.

“Oh? Like?” Devon asked.

“How was the trip? Who is the guy? What’s the last thing you’ve heard from Rex?” Trevor fired off rapid-fire questions.

“Again. Again. One at a time…” Devon sighed.

“Fine. Who is the guy?” Trevor asked.

“His name is Ashton,” Devon replied.

“I heard that part, but who is he?” Trevor asked.

“He’s someone who offered to help when I needed it,” Devon said nervously.

“And you trust him?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah…?” Devon replied.

“Great!” Trevor replied.

“W-what?” Devon yelped.

“Yeah. You need people you can trust. Even Simon clocked him as a good egg, and he’s a great judge of character,” Trevor explained.

“I… don’t know why, but I was expecting to have to do a lot more to defend myself here,” Devon said.

Trevor shrugged. “I already said I get it. This apartment’s the size of a theme park and I still go stir crazy, and that’s with Simon and his friends helping me out. I’ve got a … support network? That feels like a weird way to put it…” Trevor murmured.

“Could you try to be just a little bitchier? I don’t know how to reply when you’re being nice,” Devon said with a laugh.

“Well, I’m already little, but I can work on the bitchier,” Trevor sassed back.

“I’m glad to hear getting shrunk didn’t ruin your sense of humor,” Devon laughed.

“Gotta keep it light,” Trevor replied.

“Right. I could use your optimism,” Devon said. 

“Yeah! It’s not all bad. You know I’m a fan of big dicks, and now all the dicks are huge!” Trevor said with a laugh. He held his hands far apart as if he were showing the size of the marlin he had just caught.

“You sound like Rex!” Devon laughed.

“I totally stole that line from him!” Trevor replied.

“Don’t let him hear you say that. He might get butthurt,” Devon replied.

“Oh, he totally heard it. He’s the one who told me to say it,” Trevor replied.

“Oh? You have him on a conference call or something?” Devon asked.

“Nah. Nothing so high-tech. Let’s just say I’m wearing a bug,” Trevor replied.

“And that’s not high-tech?” Devon asked, but no sooner had the words left his lift than the realization started to dawn on him. Devon watched in awe as Trevor lifted a finger to his ear and a nearly imperceptibly tiny figure hopped off Trevor’s ear and onto Trevor’s fingertip.

“What… the…” Devon murmured in awe.

“Want to talk to him? He’s been talking my ear off all afternoon,” Trevor said and lifted his finger up towards Devon.

“It can’t be… Rex!?” Devon gasped in shock.

“The one and only!” Trevor replied.

“Well… no… I suppose there are a lot of guys named Rex, but this is the only one mite-sized,” Trevor rambled.

“He didn’t tell me he’d be here today!” Devon said.

“Oh yeah. It was supposed to be a surprise. So… Surprise!” Trevor cheered.

“Well… hand him over… I guess I shouldn’t keep him waiting…” Devon stammered.

He had not prepared for this. He was barely emotionally prepared to see Trevor, and Trevor came up to Devon’s knees. Rex on the other hand was barely even visible even to the already pint-sized Devon.

Devon reached out a finger for Rex to climb aboard. As Devon watched the minuscule figure scurry across Trevor’s fingertip and onto his own, Devon’s mind was reeling. Devon was so small that the coffee table was the size of a basketball court. To Trevor, the table would be more like a football field, but to Rex!? It must be the size of a city! Just imagining something as simple as a coffee table stretching on for miles made Devon feel light-headed.

Devon lifted his finger up towards his eyes so he could get a better look. It was definitely Rex! He looked much the same as he had before The Incident albeit with longer hair… oh, and he was much, much, Much smaller.

Rex was now the size of a grain of sand. He was the size of a speck of dust. Even atop Devon’s shrunken hand, Rex looked to be the size of an aphid. Devon began to feel light-headed again as he tried to comprehend just how huge he must appear to his now speck-sized former fuck buddy. Rex was now so tiny that he could sit atop Trevor’s finger as if it were a beanbag chair. Rex was so tiny that even Devon’s fingertip was the size of a kiddie pool. If Rex were seated atop someone like Simon’s finger, just the fingertip would be like riding a parade float.

Rex had told Devon that he had shrunken below a millimeter. Rex had even joked that he had to be below half a millimeter, but they lacked the equipment to properly measure him. It was one thing seeing a number in their chat thread and another thing to see a man so small he could ride a sesame seed like a surfboard!

Devon was no slouch below the belt. He knew that he had had a nice hog before he had shrunk. Rex used to love to take the full length of Devon’s fat cock in the bathroom between classes, but now, Rex was so tiny that Devon’s fat cock could take the full length of Rex’s body!

Devon had to fight back the imagery. The whole experience was already so surreal, and the daydreams about dipping Rex like a sounding rod were making Devon’s cock rapidly stiffen in his slacks. The light, thin fabric of Devon’s custom clothes was not designed to hide boners especially not one as big as Devon’s own!

Even though Devon knew he had a proportionally huge dick, it was hard for him to think about anything on his as “big”. He was shorter than a Barbie! He was maybe at eye level with her tits! And yet… he was a goliath compared to the figure that now rode atop his fingertip.

Devon wasn’t sure how long he was paralyzed by his thoughts, but eventually he became aware of a voice calling out to him.

“Are you okay?” Trevor asked.

“Uh… yeah… it’s just… this is a lot to take in. Sorry…” Devon murmured.

“It’s fine. Take your time. I kinda get how you feel, but Rex has been looking forward to talking to you for a while. He’d been talking my ear off all afternoon,” Trevor said.

Devon glanced once more at the tiny figure on his fingertip and then back to Trevor. “How do I talk to him?” he asked.

“Well, he sits in my ear like an earbud, but you’re so big he may be able to fit into the actual canal. Just lift him up to your ear, and he’ll find somewhere to get comfy,” Trevor explained.

Devon winced as images of Wrath of Khan flashed through his head, but he tried his best not to show his trepidation. The last thing he wanted to do was freak out his friends.

Devon lifted his finger up to his ear as if he was about to push in an ear plug and then waited as the tiny figure climbed aboard. Devon could feel Rex climbing into his ear. It felt like he had an ant or a gnat scurrying around in there. Devon shuddered despite himself. It took every fiber of his self-control not to instinctively slap at the tiny bug that was running around in his ear, but eventually, the sensation of the nearly microscopic man scurrying around faded and Rex’s voice came through.

“Devin! Dude! Who’s the new guy? You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend!” Rex shouted. Rex’s voice sounded like it was coming in from down a long tunnel… which, technically it was.

“What? A boyfriend? Oh!” Devon sputtered.

“Spill the deets! What’s his name? Is he nice? Have you fucked yet?” Rex asked.

“You’re worse than Trevor!” Devon protested.

“Answer the questions!” Rex shouted.

“Fine! I don’t know him that well. I just met him today. He seems nice, but I don’t know if there will be anything after today,” Devon replied.

“Well, he seems into you. Do you know his name?” Rex asked.

“Seems into me?” Devon yelped.

“Totally! I was watching him check you out while you and Trevor talked. You should go for it,” Rex said.

“I literally just met him,” Devon protested.

“So? You trusted him enough to have him come with you,” Rex replied.

“That’s… well, there were extenuating circumstances…” Devon said.

“Extenuating circumstances like… he’s hot and he wants you to play with his nuts like a beach ball,” Rex said with a lecherous chuckle.

“How are you so horny!” Devon scoffed.

“What? I’m the size of an ant’s left ass cheek. I have to live vicariously through my friends!” Rex retorted.

“With how much you talk about enjoying Trevor’s cock, I thought you’d be getting more action than!” Devon replied.

“Oh, I get lots of action! Trevor’s fun to play with, but you should see what Simon’s working with! I can spend all afternoon scaling those slopes and still not reach the summit!” Rex said excitedly.

“Jesus… all you think about is dicks!” Devon scoffed.

“Yeah? So, what’s new? Seriously, though, you’re missing out. I bet if you ask him, he’d whip it out and show you. It’s even bigger than you are!” Rex said.

“… fuck… is it really that big…?” Devon murmured.

“Yeah! It’s a solid foot of fat cock! What are you now? Six? Seven inches!?” Rex asked.

“I’m not that small!” Devon protested. Devon was about to counter with something more, but truth be told, he wasn’t sure how small he was. Sure, he had been measured when getting fitted for clothes, but he always intentionally ignored the rulers being placed next to him. Being placed beside a simple household ruler was a surreal experience in and of itself, but held in place by a giant hand while they scratched notes on a sheet of paper he was lying atop was a new degree of mortifying. Still… Devon was sure that he was over seven inches… at least he hoped he was… he dreaded finding what his actual height was. He hoped that he was eight inches, but he knew that that was wishful thinking. Still… seven inches is pretty good, right? That’s bigger than most dude’s dicks! But… not as big as his own dick used to be. It was so strange to think that his whole body was now smaller than just his cock used to be.

Devon’s silent introspection was derailed by the sound of laughter. One voice was echoing in his ear canal, but the other was coming from down by his feet. Devon glanced down to see Trevor doubled over with laughter.

Trevor’s rudimentary garments were not doing a good job of covering all the saucy bits. Devon could catch a glimpse of a bit of balls as well as Trevor’s tiny taint and the underside of Trevor’s ass cheeks. Despite how embarrassed Devon was still feeling, he couldn’t deny how good Trevor looked. Trevor had always been buff, and shrinking had done little to diminish his physique. Trevor may now be shy of two inches tall, but the dude was yoked.

“Haha… sorry… I’m honestly surprised it took Rex that long to start talking about Simon’s dick,” Trevor said when he finally stopped laughing hard enough to talk.

“He really is incorrigible,” Devon said with a sigh.

“Yeah, but that’s why we like him,” Trevor replied.

“I guess,” Devon scoffed.

“To know me is to love me!” Came the voice from inside Devon’s ear.

Devon grabbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head, but almost immediately he stopped when he heard Rex shouting.

“W-woah!” came the cry from inside Devon’s ear. “Warn me next time! I barely had time to grab onto a hair!” Rex protested.

“Uh… sorry…” Devon murmured.

It was hard to believe that as small as Devon was, Rex was so much tinier that even just Devon shaking his head was enough to send Rex toppling ass over ears.

Devon briefly recalled the last time he and Rex had fooled around. The two of them had ducked into the supply closet in the chem lab. Rex had gone ankles to ears and Devon pounded his ass like a man possessed.

It had felt fantastic– far better than using his hand. Far better, even, than using a Fleshlight. There was something amazing about feeling another guy’s ass clenching his dick. Sadly, it was something he’d never feel again. There was no one else out there close to his size. The closest person to Devon’s size was his lab partner that day, and Devon wasn’t that desperate.

“So, how much of that convo did you hear?” Devon asked, once again turning his attention towards Trevor.

“Just your part, but Rex has a one-track mind. It’s easy to fill in the blanks,” Trevor explained.

“No doubt…” Devon replied.

“And… it was kind of obvious what he was talking about…” Trevor said.

Devon glanced down at his smaller friend and cocked an eyebrow questioningly. Trevor silently gave a nodding gesture towards Devon’s crotch in response.

Devon glanced down and gasped. The tent in his pants was painfully obvious. Even had his dick not been so big, the wet splotch that had formed atop the bulge would have given him away.

Devon instinctively plopped his ass down on the tabletop and shoved his hands over his crotch to hide his shame, and as Devon did so, he could hear the sound of a faint voice in his ear shouting, “fuuuuuuccckkk!” Devon could actually feel Rex land with a light thud inside his ear canal.

“A little warning!” Rex cried.

“Oh, shut up. You’re fine,” Devon grumbled.

“I know! I’m fine as fuck, but I still enjoy hearing it!” Rex sassed back.

“I’m so sorry,” Devon said to Trevor.

“Why? It’s natural, and I was enjoying the view from down here,” Trevor said with a laugh.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Rex,” Devon said.

“Or maybe you’ve been spending not enough,” Trevor and Rex said in near-perfect unison.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Devon moaned as he rubbed his temples.

“Either way. I’d gladly help you out with that,” Trevor said.

“Wait. You mean… Actually… dammit…” Devon muttered. He went through like eighteen different emotions in the span of five words. Devon didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he hadn’t gotten off in ages. It was hard to get the time and the tranquility he required when his pen had a baby monitor the size of a big-screen TV in it. There was no telling when his mom would choose to chime in. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him choking the chicken. Add onto that the fact that Rex was constantly sexting him, Devon had been blue-balled for weeks. To make matters worse, he now had a nearly naked, incredibly hot guy hanging out with him, and a fully naked, equally hot guy whispering sultry nothings into his very ear canal!

Devon refused to admit it, but seeing how much smaller Trevor was than him was exciting, and seeing how absolutely tiny Rex had become was its own flavor of fascinating. Rex had suggested all kinds of crazy acts the two of them could try when they finally met face to face, and try as he might, Devon could not get those acts out of his mind. Rex had the uncanny ability to get Devon to consider new things, and the even more amazing ability to get Devon to actually try them! Devon had no doubt in his mind that Trevor and Rex could do amazing things to his dick, and part of him wanted to disrobe and let them do it right now… however, Devon was less keen on doing so with an audience. Ashton seemed nice but was still very much an unknown quantity in this equation.

It was at this point that Simon walked back into the room with a tray of pizza. He had had enough sense to slice the pizza and move it off of the sheet it had been cooked on, but it was still very hot. A fact that Simon quickly announced to all four of the guys hanging out in his front room.

“So, what do you think?” Simon asked as he handed Ashton a plate.

“It looks good. Did you make it yourself?” Ashton asked.

“It’s just a store-bought. I was asking about the guys,” Simon said with a laugh.

“Oh. Well. I don’t know what to say. I’ve just been watching them this whole time and trying to wrap my head around it all,” Ashton replied.

Simon sat down next to Ashton on the couch and said, “It can be a bit of a shock.”

“I guess it’s weird for me to be saying something. It’s not my life,” Ashton said.

Simon shrugged and said, “It’s not not your life.”

Ashton turned and gave him a quizzical glance.

“What’s that look about? You’re talking like this doesn’t affect you at all, but you’re here. You didn’t have to help Devon. You didn’t even have to acknowledge that you saw him. It’d be so easy to just pretend nothing happened,” Simon said.

“I couldn’t do that. There’s too many ways things could have broken bad,” Ashton said.

“Yeah. It’s easy to forget since Trevor is so outgoing and puts on a brave face, but it’s scary for someone of his size. That’s why it’s good that they have people like us looking out for them,” Simon said.

Ashton rolled his eyes. “I don’t have it in me to be someone’s keeper,” he said.

“Good,” Simon said flatly.

Ashton was once again taken aback. He shot Simon another quizzical look.

“They’re people, not pets. You don’t keep them,” Simon explained.

Ashton gave an annoyed grunt. “That’s not what I meant,” he said.

“But that’s what you said,” Simon replied.

Ashton gave Simon another incredulous look. His eye twitched slightly with annoyance.

“That’s what we call a micro-aggression,” Simon said.

There was an awkward pause as Ashton took in what Simon had just said. Eventually he managed to say something in response. “Was… that a joke?” he asked.

“Yep,” Simon said.

“Was all of that just a lead-up to a punchline?” Ashton asked.

Simon gave an iffy hand wiggle and said, “Eh. Little of column a, little of column b. I meant most of what I said, though. They are people and they do need more help than they let on… but I suppose that can be said about everyone.”

Ashton gave a soft chuckle. “I didn’t expect a philosophy lesson when I came here today,” he said.

“Not philosophy. Just courtesy,” Simon said.

“Either way, I’m still trying to take it all in,” Ashton said.

“Well. You’ll have plenty of time to do so… if you’re interested in hanging around some more,” Simon said.

“With you?” Ashton asked.

“With me. With Trevor. With Devon. Mostly Devon. He really needs more friends… and… I’ll be honest with you… I’ve been a bit nosey today because I wanted to get a feel for what kind of guy you are,” Simon said.

Ashton chuckled. “I did get a kind of overprotective parent vibe from you,” he said.

Simon leaned in and furrowed his brow and in a deep, grumpy voice he said, “What are your plans with my daughter?”

The two of them shared a laugh at this. Ashton soon chimed in with, “Your son calls me daddy too.”

Simon had almost recovered from his previous bout of giggling, but Ashton’s response made him laugh even harder than before. Simon’s laughter was so infectious that even Ashton let out a little chuckle. Their laughter was so loud that it even distracted the three guys on the table from their antics. Trevor glanced up to see what the commotion was. Devon, meanwhile, was glad to have the attention drawn away from him and his boner if even for a moment.

After a moment, Simon’s laughter began to die down. Simon took a second to catch his breath and then began to speak once more. “Yeah, but on the subject of over-protective parents, Devon’s mom is a real Piece of Work. Like, an absolute See You Next Tuesday,” Simon said and rolled his eyes.

“The way you say it, I’m amazed she let him out alone,” Ashton said.

Simon snuck a quick glance over at the table. When he was sure that Devon wasn’t watching he nodded to Ashton, tapped the back of his wrist where a watch would be, and then nodded towards Devon. Ashton followed Simon’s gesture and noticed the device on Devon’s wrist. It was a small device by normal standards, but on Devon’s tiny arm it looked like the kind of oversized doohickey you’d see in a 90s Saturday morning cartoon.

“Tracker” Simon mouthed silently.

Ashton grimaced. The mere thought of having to wear a tracking device disgusted him. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be monitored everywhere he went.

“Maybe I should have a word with her,” he grumbled.

“Don’t. You’ll just make things harder on him. It took us this long just to get him permission to leave his neighborhood,” Simon said.

Ashton grumbled again. “I hate not being able to do anything,” he said.

“I’m surprised you even care. Didn’t you two just meet?” Simon asked.

“Should I not?” Ashton scoffed.

“That was supposed to be a compliment. Few people would care enough to help a stranger and even fewer would stick around to make sure everything worked out,” Simon said.

“You’re the one who told me to stay!” Ashton replied indignantly.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to,” Simon said.

Ashton narrowed his eyes. His expression was somewhere between glaring angrily and curiously appraising the guy he had just met. “I really cannot tell if I should like you or punch you,” Ashton said.

“I get that a lot,” Simon replied.

Ashton wanted to counter with something, but he couldn’t formulate anything to say. Simon was an infuriating combo of both incredibly sweet and thoughtful while also being sly and calculating in his comments. Ashton had picked up early on that Simon was testing him, but Ashton was now realizing that the testing had never stopped. Ashton suddenly felt like he was under the microscope, which was ironic considering that there were a couple of guys near him that would both fit in the palm of his hand.

Ashton just sat there and glared skeptically at Simon. Simon flashed him a smirk that was both friendly and taunting. There was a brief moment where the two of them silently acknowledged that they each knew that the other knew that this was a mental chess game, but before the silence could get awkward, Simon hopped up from the couch and said, “Food’s getting cold. Eat up!”

After that, the conversation was pretty tame. Ashton and Simon munched on pizza and discussed general life events such as what they were studying and how close they were to graduating. The conversation occasionally returned to Trevor and Devon and what it was like living with little guys like them.

As they ate, Ashton had half a mind to make a quip about the pizza. It was by far the thinnest crust he had ever encountered. It was nearly paper thin, but before he said anything, he noticed that Devon and Trevor were also eating. Devon had pulled off a chunk from the tip of a slice of pizza. It was nearly the perfect size for him. Trevor, meanwhile, was chomping into a pizza crumb that appeared to be the size of a slice of birthday cake in his tiny hands.

Ashton shot another quick glance at Simon. Simon was sitting back with a slice of his own and was contentedly watching his friends enjoy themselves. Simon had clearly thought this through. Ashton couldn’t help but smirk. This was a guy he could learn to like.

Eventually, the pizza was consumed and, with the help of Trevor’s speaker, the group had managed to have some conversations and just enjoy hanging out as a group of friends. The vibe was so mellow that it was almost possible to forget the size disparity… almost.

Still, it didn’t last long. Eventually, Trevor’s phone began to buzz, and the flurry of messages made it clear that Devon was expected home.

“Tell her to let you stay!” Trevor cried.

“Fuck no. I was lucky enough to get her to agree to this today. I have to prove to her that there’s no need to worry or she’ll never let me out again!” Devon replied.

“This blows!” Trevor grumbled.

“We all agreed to the curfew,” Simon replied.

“It still sucks!” Trevor whined.

“It does, but I’m still glad I got to come today,” Devon said.

“We’ll have to do it again soon,” Simon said.

“Definitely!” Devon said.

Simon began to get up. “Let me grab my jacket,” he said, but Ashton motioned for him to stop.

“I can take him home,” Ashton said.

Simon narrowed his eyes at Ashton in a silent, almost imperceptible warning.

“I won’t start any shit when I get there!” Ashton protested.

“If you say so…” Simon replied.

“You don’t mind?” Devon asked excitedly.

“Not at all. It’s sort of on my way, anyway,” Ashton replied.

“Great. Well then, go ahead and text her back, Trev,” Simon said.

“Sure thing!” Trevor announced with a playful salute.

Simon turned and held his hand out to shake Ashton’s hand. “Hey. It was nice meeting you. Feel free to call me anytime if you need something,” Simon said.

As the two of them shook hands, Simon gave Ashton’s hand a tighter squeeze for a split second. His eyes gave a quick glance towards Devon. There was an implied “look after him” that Ashton quickly picked up on. Ashton returned the squeeze and nodded.

Ashton knelt down beside the table and held his hand out for Devon to climb aboard, but before Devon could hop on, Trevor shouted, “Wait! You still have Rex!”

Ashton and Devon both glanced over towards the phone that Trevor was standing atop.

“Rex?” Ashton asked.

“Of, fuck!” Devon sputtered.

Ashton watched in awe as Devon reached up and held his fingertip to his ear almost as if he was about to go digging for earwax, but rather than shoving his fingertip in, he just held it there for a moment. As Ashton watched curiously, he became aware of an almost imperceptibly tiny form hopping out of Devon’s ear and onto Devon’s fingertip.

Ashton had heard that there were a few people in the lab that day who had been reduced to microscopic sizes, but he had never considered what that might mean until today.

Devon turned and knelt down to hand off his passenger to Trevor and said, “He’d been in there so long, I started to forget that it wasn’t just my conscience that I was hearing.”

“You must have a filthy conscience,” Trevor said.

“Look, I haven’t even been able to jerk it in ages,” Devon said.

“Next time you stop by, we’ll have to help you with that!” Trevor teased.

Devon’s face immediately turned several shades redder. “I—but—s-shut up!” he sputtered.

Trevor was too busy laughing to say a proper goodbye, and from the looks of the spec in the palm of his hand, Rex found the exchange to be equally hilarious. Devon turned with a huff and stomped across the table towards where Ashton was still waiting. As he made his way, Devon tried his best to regain his composure… and to hide the tent in his pants.

Ashton hoisted Devon up onto his shoulder and asked, “You ready?”

“As close to ready as I can be,” Devon replied.

The pair gave a wave goodbye and made their way towards the door. Devon was a bit bummed that the night was over, but he was already excited for the next one!

Vote on this story

Trevor: Pho around and find out by Ziel Simon and Trevor swing by a local eatery on their way home where they run into a mutual friend. Another minuscule mutual friend somehow makes a big scene. 4,585 words Added Jun 2024 942 views 5.0 stars (1 vote) No comments yet •Size Decrease •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

.hack//swap by Ziel Thomas wants to prove his wrestling skills to his best friend, but there’s one major problem. Thomas is a runt! It doesn’t matter how skillful he is if he can’t even budge his titanic pal. That’s where his latest creation comes into play. Now armed with a way to even the playing field, Thomas and his pal gear up for some friendly competition and lot more than either of them bargained for. 9,026 words Added Apr 2018 26k views 4.3 stars (19 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle Theft•Muscle/Strength•Plausible Size Difference•Size Decrease•Size Increase

A blessing in disguise by Jo Psmythe Colin, an over-stressed college student, meets the man of his dreams in Chris. But Chris has a secret that might drive them apart—or bring them even closer together. 5,422 words Added Sep 2019 16k views 5.0 stars (10 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Extra digits•Multi-abs•Multihead•Multiarm•Multilimb•Multipec•Stacking•Stretchy•Plausible Size Difference•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Suggestion•Vore

But what if we didn’t by screamingmoist A pair of obnoxious guys have their problematic behavior called out, resulting in a whole new perspective. 4,342 words Added Jul 2022 7,299 views 5.0 stars (4 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Cock Shrinking•Muscle/Strength•Size Decrease •M/M

The right blend by BRK In this sequel to “One Hot Summer,” Thad returns to Colorado, still in Zac’s upgraded, hyper-hung body. When he finds he’s no longer able to morph himself back into what he’s supposed to look like, his only hope is his sexy and capable second-in-command, Aleksei. 30 parts 87k words (#31) Added Mar 2023 Updated 31 Aug 2024 32k views 5.0 stars (10 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Self-suck•Hyper Cum•Multi-balls•Multicock•Multihead•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Multipec•Multitongue•Multitorso•Replication•Stacking•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Always Shirtless•Pointy Ears•Increased Libido•Getting Handsomer•Transformation•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Race/Ethnicity Change•Hair Growth/Getting Hairy•Retcon•Incest•Brothers•Nonconsensual change•Body Swap•Cannabis •M/M•M/M/M•M/M/M/...

Bad day at the beach by MegaMaker Alec never has sex for love and only does it for fun. To make this easier, he uses a secret serum to be huge and hunky—but only temporarily. He just only hopes that Charlie, a really cute sweetheart he found at the beach, doesn’t find out. 6 parts 11k words Added Sep 2024 Updated 14 Sep 2024 5,312 views 5.0 stars (1 vote) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Cock Shrinking•Huge Balls•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Always Cumming•Hyper Cum•Public Orgasm•Multi-abs•Addiction•Other Mental Changes•Hyper Muscle•Hyper Strength•Immobility•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Muscle Worship•Always Shirtless•Public Nudity•Man Scent•Butt Growth•Increased Libido•Gradual Change•Voice Deepening•Getting Taller•Giants•Forced Growth•Plausible Size Difference•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Hair Growth/Getting Hairy•Destruction/Violence•Dom/Sub•Nonconsensual change•Lycra/Spandex•Hyper Pheromones•Complete •M•M/M

Magic throat by Harvey Church A size-obsessed Alpha male moves to Dallas for a new job. While searching for some new bottoms to dominate, he finds Perry, an over-eager bottom that brags about his “Magic Throat”. Seems like there’s more to that claim than anticipated. 7,506 words Added May 2022 18k views 5.0 stars (38 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle Worship•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Decrease•Dom/Sub •M/M