Big Men on Campus

You're Jack Benson, a scrawny high-schooler in the sunny little town of Herculean Hills.

"OK, class, please pay attention.. Guys.. Guys!" Mr Welling is the coolest English teacher you've ever had. He's young, friendly and into sports, making him a favourite among students. But being a nice guy, his authority is easily forgotten, and sometimes he struggles to get his students' attention.

Today, it's your smelly older brother Wayne who's causing the distraction by engaging in a highlighter war with his friends during class. You roll your eyes and put your head down in shame as his dopey laugh rings out through the room. If Wayne wasn't so busy making an ass-hole out of himself with his wannebe-gangster friends, he would never have been held back in school, and you wouldn't have to share classes with him.

Today's school day started like any other: In the hall, you avoided the jocks' menacing sneers, then goofed around on the steps with Scotty until the bell rang. Scotty's skateboard is a permanent attachment of his right arm. Along with his crooked grin, explosion of freckles, ratty clothes and unkempt hair, it's just one of those things you can't picture him without. You admire the fact that Scotty can befriend anyone he likes simply by walking up to them (even if he isn't always the best judge of character), but he chooses to hang with outcasts in school the most. You're a lot more reserved, and his loyal friendship has gotten you through some tough times.

Of course, there was one thing to mark today apart from regular school days. On your way to class, you noticed the science lab's door was opened a crack. A couple of brainiac students from your school are contestants in this year's state science fair, and the fruits of their labours have been kept under lock and key in the lab. But this morning you had the perfect opportunity to sneak a look.. What you found didn't amount to much more than a few jars of goop and couple of strange machines, but you instantly regretted spilling a drip of the bizarre orange goop on your wrist as soon as it sizzled into your skin. There was no pain, only an odd tingling, and you were out of that lab without a second thought.

Now, sitting in the back of your noisy class, the odd tingling returns. The heads of the students in front of you starst to shift position.. Soon you're struggling to see Mr Welling over the greasy blond hair of a burly jock seated in front of you.. You glance sideways and realise you're perfectly level with the pencil that Walt, the class nerd, is fiddling with on his desk.. How is that possible??

Seconds later, your view of most of the class is reduced to below their knees. All you can see of Mr Welling is his shiny left shoe - A view which is quickly blocked as Wayne kicks his battered Adidas into the aisle.

Suddenly you're inches tall in a class full of hulking teens, nobody has yet noticed you and you're not even sure you'd like most of the guys in this class to catch you in your current state.. What to do?

You decide the safest person to contact is your friend Scotty. At his worst, Scotty can be a little self-centred, he's not the brightest kid in the world and most of his shirts are pit-stained.. But you know your buddy has a heart of gold, and if you can trust anyone, it's him.

Scotty is sitting near the front of the class, his legs stretched out so one of his ratty sneakers sticks into the aisle. You creep up to the massive skater shoe, with its peeling rubber and over-stuffed tongue, and tentatively tap on the giant sneaker's toe. You strain to look up at Scotty, who is slouching in his chair lazily, with a blank expression on his face. For all you know, his eyes could be closed behind that wild mop of hair, which wouldn't suprise you. You tap again on your best friend's giant shoe, and this time..

Scotty's giant sneaker shifts, and the dirty laces flop on top of you. As your best friend drags his foot across the floor absent-mindedly, you cling to the warm leather of his sneaker, trapped in the hold of the dirt-stained laces.

"Sir, I don't feel too good. Can I get a note from my mom and leave early?" You look up to see that Scotty is standing now, his hand on his stomach. Past miles of baggy denim and his blue t-shirt, your best friend's face looks like that of a giant, glowing god. Mr Welling sighs and nods, and as Scotty traipses out of the class room, you're knocked repeatedly against the hard leather of his well-worn sneaker.

No matter how hard you try to get your friend's attention, he remains totally ignorant as he marches out of the school and down the sunny street. Every time you attempt to call up to your colossal skater friend, you slam once again against the toe of his sneaker and the breath is knocked out of you. This is getting humiliating - Scotty has to see you!

Next..

As your giant skater bud shuffles to his locker to grab his board, you struggle not to be knocked under his whopping, tattered sneaker and squished like a slug. You straddle the top of Scotty's skate shoe, your face against the over-stuffed tongue, your fingers jammed in the lace-holes and your knees gripping either side.

You can feel the warmth of Scotty's huge foot emanating through the leather, onto your body, and you thank your lucky stars that you're on the outside of your bud's shoe - Scotty has some of the meanest foot odour you've ever smelled.

Soon, your giant pal slams his bedroom door shut, drops his bag and his mattress springs screech as he throws himself onto the bed.

Now that he's sitting, you climb off of his huge sneaker, hoping you'll never have to immasculate yourself by bear-hugging the foot of a kid three months younger than you again.

"Scotty! Dude, down here!!" You wave your arms wildly.

Scotty yawns, scratches his mop of hair, looks around the room and..

It turns out that Scotty wasn't feeling so sick after all! Just in need of a little 'pick-me-up'.

As soon as you see the glossy mag slide out from under the giant mattress, you know you're about to be traumatised for life.

You've seen this issue before - Atleast you think you recognise the creamy flesh splayed out on the cover. You remember being there with Scotty the day he used his fake I.D. to buy it, and later browsing through it together, shocked and enthralled by the glorious grittiness on every page.

But that was a long time ago, and today Scotty isn't just interested in browsing.. He glances furtively at the door as his hand fumbles in his lap. There's the sound of a buckle unlatching, a zipper sliding, then Scotty's posture relaxes as he breathes a little sigh of relief.

You wish you could tear your eyes away as your friend flicks through the pages, vigorously massaging his organ. Even when the wet noises start and Scotty's eyes glaze over, the sight is too shocking to look away from..

Scotty shudders to a milky climax. His cum pours down upon his rock hard dick and balls. Just then, a frantic knock on the door disturbs Scotty's bliss. Quickly, Scotty throws the mag under his blanket. In a flash he leaps off the bed and pulls his trousers up over his massive, soaking wet member, and heads for the door. Little did he know, in the midst of the chaos, his helpless, shrunken best friend fell into his underwear, and was now crushed up against his fat teen nutsack, coated in his sticky boy goop.

Scotty opens the door, peers out, and sees…

Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment, both for you and Scotty, as you stand frozen in place and witness this most private moment of his.

"Ohhh, yeah.." Your buddy goes on pulling his junk, his eyes closed in total bliss. The sounds of hist fist sliding up and down his pole are becoming wetter and wetter. "Mhmm.. Oh, suck on it, yeah.." You cringe, feeling tremendously guilty for witnessing this candid moment and also feeling horribly uncomfortable. You already knew Scotty was a male, and had the same needs as you do, but as his smile becomes slacker, more exalted, and the scent of pre-come reaches you, you're painfully aware that your innocent, fun-loving buddy is very much a man.

Just when you think things can't get worse, the dirty magazine slides off of Scotty's lap and onto the floor. Above you is a plain view of your best friend's giant, throbbing, dripping cock, gripped by the hand that you've shaken, high-fived, even eaten after so many times before.

"Ohh, fuck.." Scotty pants one last time..

Your world is a flash of darkness, wind, and glossy photoshopped skin as the colossal mass of the magazine plummets down towards you. Breaking out from your disturbed gaze, you jump out of the way before it lands with a deafening SLAP just inches near your leg. The wind from the collision knocks you back a couple of feet, tumbling head-over heels along with a cloud of dust, and deposits you onto a rough carpet-like surface that breaks your fall. Upon landing, you feel a familiar tingling, and everything around you begins to grow. The room stops lurching, and you realize with horror that you must have shrank even more.

As you try to stand up, you find yourself trapped on the new terrain. Your foot is caught in what looks like a mass of rope loops, and every time you try to pull your leg out, one or more of the loops tighten, leaving you caught. Around you, there are thousands more of the large cloth knots creating what looks like a weird overgrown carpet. A pungent musk hits your nose and though the smell is familiar, you can't quite place it. in the distance, a section of the 'carpet' is stiffly matted down and dusted with large white-ish flakes.

What seems like miles above, you can still hear Scotty's loud, guttural moaning, and the wet sloping sounds of his hand moving faster and faster.

The realization hits you like a gunshot; Now less than 1/2 an inch tall, you are caught in the threads of your horny best friend's cum rag. You let out a terrified hysterical scream, and desperately try to pull your leg free.

In response to your howl of anguish, The gargantuan Scotty bellows out a hope-shattering "OHH, FUCK……"

The ground shakes, and your vision fills with a wall of flesh, as Scotty slides off the bed and onto his knees directly above you and his hand-towel. You can't even make out words at this point, as you scream-out helplessly trying to get him to notice you. Your screams, however, are drowned out by the powerful salacious moans of your giant sweaty friend, as he unknowingly deafens you with the slick friction of his vigorous hand against his craving cock.

Scotty's face is in a state of blissful joy as he tilts his body and places his member onto the cum-stained towel on the floor.

The sticky hot column of Scotty's cock shadows your entire form, as it descends upon you. The mammoth mushroom of it's head lands on top of your legs, and crushes your feet as it begins to slide up along your minuscule body. The heat is unbearable, and it feels like you are being pinned down by a truck. The massive eye of the oily monster opens, and releases a slimy trail of pre-cum as it forcefully grinds across your chest. Just as the pitch black hole is about to engulf your head, you let out a blood-curdling scream in hopeless defeat. Salty-hot slime pours into your open mouth, as the cock continues on it's pre-cum trailed path. The gargantuan form of Scotty's palm shoots over you and his cock as he cups the edge of the rag and flips it up to cover his throbbing tool…..

Time around you slows down as you hear a loud moan emanate from Scotty, his eyes closing. You stare down into the slit like looking down the pit of a volcano, and you can sense the lava is beginning to rise. The cock goes incredibly hard and pushes up against you body the slit greedily enveloping your head and shoulders. From the inside the heat is even more intense and the vibrations were shattering. you could feel pressure mounting deep below at the base of the cock.

Then it happened

There was a sudden release and the walls relaxed ever so slightly; you didn't even have any time before it hit you full-force, pummelling your face. the white fluid went into your ears, it burned your eyes, it went up your nose, it filled your mouth, and it forced its way down your throat. Then these was a pause, just enough for you to take one choking breath before a second wave hit, then a third, then a fourth. It wasn't till the fifth wave that the strength and volume of the semen began to subside and for more squirts later it was finally over.

Battered and bruised your cough mouthfuls of cum out of your now sore lungs, you try to open your sore eyes and move your sore body but it hurts too much to do anything. Unfortunately the rag kept you in place haft submerged in Scotty's cock so, still unable to move, your fate is left to the whim on the giant whose cock you're in.

"Fuuuuck that felt good," moaned Scotty as he rubbed the underside of his cock, collecting the cum that was still dribbling out onto his cum rag. Next he pressed it directly against the head of his cock, forcing the rest of your body past the slit of his cockhead. As you're pushed in, you start to displace the cum that is still inside his shaft, causing it to push past you and out of the tip. He wipes this up as well, watching his cock start to deflate if only slightly.

Your surroundings seem impossibly tight and warm. With your whole body soaked in cum, you're also well lubricated. Your only chance would seem to be to try and wiggle out the way you came as his cock softens, but struggling might send you further forward. Which way are you pushed as his cock softens?

Unfortunately, for you at least, you start to sink deeper into the cock. In a panic you start to squirm, hoping that you can claw your way back in the opposite direction. This however is not the best course of action as Scotty's cock starts to harden again as your movements can't help but arouse him. "Oh fuck," he says. "Guess I'm good for another round."

As he grows hard again, your surroundings become warmer and tighter, the soft flesh around you having less give to it.

As you start to slide down Scotties' member you hear a sudden shifting, He's pulling his pants up. You panic as you realise your fate is sealed as you hear the snap of a waistband is heard above as he stuffs which penis upwards as you are still making him hard pulling you further into his member slowly sliding down his slimy walls which harden with time.

1 hour later ~

You finally reach a small opening at the bottom of his cock and push yourself through as you feel disgusted being in your best friends dick. All the while you have been cosy in his penis sliding down you have been swinging around while Scotty is out with his friends skateboarding in the nearby park, He wonders where you are and calls you. You didn't realise at first as your pocket starts to vibrate, it's your phone! You try desperately to get it out of your pocket and as soon as you do you fall out of the small opening into Scotties balls and drop your phone in his semen and it gets wrecked. You weep as you realise your last chance of escape other than jerked out is gone.

Scotty is impatient with you not responding to his 2 phone calls and just stops trying, its getting dark now and grabs his bag and starts to head home for the night to have another look at the magazine he so fondly remembers getting with you, only if you knew the rest of the pages we're gay porn and that Scotty just showed the first couple pages.

"ahh what to do"

Scotty steps in the building…

You hear a door click as you realise Scotty finally got home as you hear a thud of him landing on his bed, "Ahh thank god I am alone" as he reaches and pulls a whole stack of magazines from underneath his bed and a pair of sneakers. There your old sneakers which went 'missing' and you didn't really care as there were pretty old and started to reek. You are clueless to this as you are trapped within his balls.

---Jacks POV---

It seems like hours since your eternal incarceration within your best friends balls. You forgot to have lunch that day and are starving with nothing to eat around you… or is there? You look around you as you are drenched within Scotties semen starving you slurp up his semen suddenly your world shakes.

---Scotties POV---

He grabs the magazine with the front cover featuring Brent Corrigan and takes out his trusty rag from the top drawer of his desk and takes a whiff of your scent from your Nike sneaker with tarnished blue on the side and white bottoms near black and grey and starts to tug ferociously at his 6-inch tanned cock with a low brush of pubes which he regularly trims.

---Jacks POV---

the world around is shaking feverishly and white tidal waves swamp you as you see the air escaping the small area which you can barely stretch in so you grab and try to breath inside the ever tightening shaft of which you came from then suddenly

You fill your stomach. As you do, your clothes get slimier and start sliding off your slimy body. There's no point trying to keep clean in this mess.

But you find your phone. Holding it carefully since everything around you is still sloshing up and down, you dial Scotties phone number. All you can think of is getting him to stop shaking his balls that you are currently in.

Scotties phone rings. You hear it. His balls stop shaking but he says, "Shit, now's not a good time whoever you are." He reaches over and hangs up on you. Then he goes back to masturbating and you slip and fall in his semen.

But you keep hold of the phone and dial again. He hangs up again. You keep dialing until he finally says, "Fine but this better be an emergency."

He stops masturbating and answers the phone. Your world stops shaking violently as you hear him say, "Hello."

Suddenly, you don't know what to say.

You decide to tell Scotty the Truth, "Scotty! Hey, Man, I know this is going to sound messed, but…" You hesitate for a second, sitting down in the teenager's ball, waist deep in his hot, sticky cum.

"I got shrunk at school" you said. He snorted in response, in disbelief, he wasn't in the mood to jerk off while talking to his friend, he stuffs his cock back into his pants and throws the shoe and magazine under the bed, the environment going dark with being trapped back in the giant's pants, in his balls.

"Really? You got shrunk at school? Ha Ha, very funny" Sighing as he said this, hearing his voice high above and muffled and on the phone.

"No seriously dude, I was shrunk, I swear I am not joking, just. When I shrunk, I went to you for help, and I was caught on your shoe laces. You took me whom accidentally… and…" You stopped, not sure how to say 'Hey I saw you jerk your meat, and you stuffed me in your cock'. Scotty stopped laughing, a slight fear in his voice, "C'mon man, stop joking, that would mean you're in my room then".

"Well, yeah, I am in your room. Just not in a good place…" You heaved a sigh, Scotty sitting up right, looking around, now starting to consider the situation as real. "If you were in my room, what was I just doing" He spoke with a small tinge of fear and embarrassment.

You stopped for a second, your phone popping a notice saying low battery. Shit, you can't waste any more time. "You were jerking off, it's okay, it's okay… well it's not… I was caught in your cum rag and you kinda-"He cut you off, "man, this isn't funny, What you're talking about- I don't like guys in that kind of way." He said with a quivering voice.

"Scotty! Please just listen, You stuffed me in your cock, that feeling you got? Down you… Cock. It was me, hey just, feel this."
You pound on the meaty wet wall, leaving more cum on your hand, the world shifted slightly, Scotty's cock getting a bit harder at the sensation.

"Dude- What was that" Your skate rat friend said, bringing his hand down to stop his cock tenting. "I told you, I am in your balls"/

A brief silence hovered over the phone before Scotty opened his mouth to say…

"Uh, well, I think there's only one real way to get me out…" you say. You really don't want to think about the fact that you're asking your best friend to masturbate with you. Still, if it's the only way to get out, it has to be done. Scotty thinks for a few seconds, and then pulls his dick back out of his pants. Grabbing the magazine, he awkwardly keeps talking to you. "In my balls, huh? Kinda hard to believe, but I guess you're really there. That's crazy dude."

Scotty sits down, and starts to stroke his cock again before pausing. "I gotta be honest man, it feels kinda weird to keep talking to you on the phone while I jerk off. I'm going to hang up, I guess I'll talk to you when I'm done." Before you can object, he puts down his phone and keeps going. It would have been nice to have a line to the outside, but it's probably a good idea to save your battery anyway. The cum in the chamber is sloshing around quite a bit while he jerks, battering you around and pushing you up against the walls. If Scotty hadn't hung up, you definitely would have asked him to calm things down a bit. You try to shout at him, but your voice isn't loud enough to make it up to his ears.

The skater can feel himself getting closer to orgasm, and he grabs his rag again, making sure that there aren't any little people caught up in it this time. Right on the edge, he grabs his balls without thinking and starts to massage your little body. Inside the hot, wet chamber, the walls press up against you, roughly grinding against your body. They're soft enough that it doesn't hurt, but it's hard to breathe.

Finally, Scotty groans your name as he cums hard into the rag. You're swept up in the cum and pushed against the tight hole leading outside when…

You're pushed into the tight tube, propelled by his hot semen until you finally squeeze out of the top, landing in the stiff rag. A few more pumps of cum hit you after you land, totally covering you. You hear Scotty groan, saying "Fuck, that felt good."

After wiping the cum off of your face, you manage to prop yourself up and look at Scotty, who's staring at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face. "Dude… You're like, really small. Sorry for, uh, having you in my cock."

"Yeah, okay." You say, ineffectively trying to clean the smelly, thick fluid off of yourself.

Scotty watches you with pity, before picking you up off of the rag and saying "You're not getting anywhere like that man, I gotta help you clean up, it's my jizz anyway. Here, I'll…"

"Here, I'll clean you off. I could take you to the bathroom, but I don't want anyone to see you… you know something man? I've actually tasted my own cum a few times, I think the best thing to do here is to just lick it off."

You force yourself to chuckle at his joke, before realizing that he's serious. The look he's giving you is a little lustier than you're comfortable with. "No, I'm good. I don't really want you to lick me right now, my day has already been weird enough. Just wipe me off with the rag or something."

Scotty looks disappointed. "Oh, come on. I just told you that I've done it before, and I want to do it again right now. It's my cum, right?"

Before you can say anything in response, he lifts you to his lips and sticks his tongue out, pressing it up against your face. He makes a low, contented sigh, and starts licking up and down the front of your body. You're shocked, and it takes you a few seconds to come to terms with what's happening. "Scotty what the fu-" He licks again, this time his tongue pressing against your open mouth and cutting you off. He moans, and suddenly shoves your head and shoulders into his mouth. He starts to suck, wriggling his thick, wet tongue against your face and upper torso. Slowly, he pushes your body into his mouth, savoring every bit of your skin, and rubbing his tongue everywhere that it can go. Finally, you feel your feet slip in, and you're totally enclosed by the tight, wet space. His tongue keeps exploring your body, and unbeknownst to you, he starts to get another erection.

Finally, after having his fun, he decides to…

He's had enough fun, he decides to spit you back out into the palm of his hand. Now you smell like his breath, but at least you're clean. Still, that was way more intimate than you've ever wanted to be with your friend. "Scotty what the fuck? Why did you do that to me?"

"I was just cleaning you off! Jeez, get off my case. Anyway, I was thinking, now that you're all clean…"

You're trying to catch your breath after Scotty pulls you out when he starts talking again. "So, hey man, I want to get you help and all, but while you're small like this, I kinda want to try a few things out, alright?" You start to object, asking him to just get help, but he keeps talking over you.

While talking, he starts to slowly stroke his cock again, keeping you turned away so that you can't see it. "I have a confession to make, I have a thing for noses. For as long as I can remember, I just love to have things in my nose, I think it started when I picked my nose as a kid. The first time I came, I was picking my nose, and I guess it just connected for me. Now I have to have something in my nose when I cum or it just isn't the same. Usually I just use my finger or a pencil or something, but, since you're here, and the perfect size…"

"Scotty! What are you talking about??? Please don't do whatever you're thinking of doing!" You try to squirm out of his grasp, but he's too strong, and you're too small.

"It's okay dude, I'm not going to hurt you, you're just going to be helping me out with jerking off again, and then we can get you some help. Now, shut up. If you keep complaining I'll have to put you somewhere even less pleasant."

You quiet down at the threat, not liking the direction this is going. It seems like Scotty is seeing you less like a friend, and more like a toy. Scotty moves you up above his lips, up until your head is right underneath his gaping left nostril. You can feel his breath hot and heavy against your face, and you see that the entrance is mostly smooth with a few hairs here and there. There's something slimy glistening inside a little bit further in, and you try not to think about it. He moves you forward, your head starting to get pressed up into his nostril. It's large enough to accommodate your head with room to spare, the hairs tickling your head. You can hear Scotty start masturbating with his free hand while pushing you deeper. When you're in up to your shoulders, you can feel the ring of flesh around you tighten and stretch to fit your torso, before after a moment there's a little give and you slip even further in.

Scotty is moaning loudly. With another push, your head is pressed into a tighter space, slimy mucous making it easy for it to slip into the folds of skin. You can feel his nostril slipping further and further down your body, pausing when trying to fit your ass inside. There's no way he can fit that much more of you inside, right? Right? Hopefully, but he's not slowing down. Your thighs, then knees, then calves all get pressed into the warm cavity, leaving only your feet visible outside. Scotty is in heaven, while you're in a tight tunnel, slowly squishing through the thick fluid surrounding you.

Finally, Scotty cums. On instinct, he snorts, sending your feet inside. You're fully encased in the tight flesh, barely able to breathe while he climaxes, with no sign of you on the outside. Scotty lays still for a couple minutes, breathing heavily before…

Scotty's head starts to clear up after orgasming, and he starts to feel a little bad about what he's done. When he speaks, he sounds like he has a cold with a stuffy nose. "Ah man, I shouldn't have done that… I just can't think straight when I get horny, and I couldn't resist trying that out. Here, let me get you out."

Using his index finger to block his right nostril, he starts to blow air out through his nose. The pressure builds up, shifting you around in the slick cavity. However, you've gotten into a position where you're pretty much stuck, and Scotty can feel it. "Shit dude, you're really stuck in there, I shouldn't have put you in so far."

It's very difficult to breathe, and you can't get out so much of a whimper. Scotty tries blowing again, the pressure building up, but ultimately it doesn't do anything to push you out. The hot walls are slimy enough that you think that you should have no problem moving back out, but you're not budging. You try to wiggle your legs and arms to free yourself. No dice. You try to wiggle more, followed by a giggle by Scotty. "Stop that! It's so ticklish, what are you doing?"

With the tickle in his nose, Scotty involuntarily snorts, breathing in sharply. Apparently this kind of kick is what Scotty needed to get you free, but unfortunately, you're getting free in the wrong direction. You quickly slip further into his nose, the temperature and pressure increasing until suddenly you're pulled into a roomier space. The release makes it easier to breathe, but you're still not free since your legs haven't come out yet. Looking down, you can see a dark, fleshy tunnel leading down further into his body. Oh, right, the nose leads to the throat. "Scotty! Please be careful! I'm r-"

Scotty tries to control his reflex, but the tickling sensation is too much, and he accidentally snorts again, this time followed by a swallow. His muscles take ahold of you as you squish out of his nasal cavity into his throat, dragging you down into Scotty's digestive tract. You can hear Scotty coughing, but you can't tell if he's trying to get you out, or is just having a tough time getting you down. You slow to a crawl, his throat having some trouble with getting you down. A few moments pass, and then you hear Scotty swallowing again. Cool water quickly sweeps by you and loosens his throat enough to let you down into his stomach. He just drank water to wash you down! A sphincter crawls up your body, your head squishing out into a large space filled with putrid air. Your body soon follows, and you splash down into a shallow puddle. It's itchy. Shit. Scotty's stomach isn't wasting any time. "Scotty! You need to get me out quick, can you hear me? Scotty!"

Scotty starts to freak out a little bit when he accidentally swallows you. He can hear you screaming, but can't make out any words. "Oh fuck dude, I didn't mean to eat you! Why'd you have to tickle me like that? I'm gonna have to throw you up… If I can." Scotty makes his way to the bathroom, and leans down over the toilet. "I've tried to make myself vomit before, and I've never been able to, but there's always a first time, right?"

Scotty's stomach starts to convulse when he sticks his finger down his throat, tossing you around and massaging your skin. You can hear Scotty gagging, but after a few minutes it's clear that it's not going to work. A feeling of dread sets in. You're not getting out. Scotty gives up, leaving the bathroom. "Well, I tried. I guess the next step is going to a doctor, but I don't know what I would say, and by the time I get there, well… How long do you think you're really going to last? Probably not long. Sorry dude, this is totally my bad." After finishing his sentence, he lets out a poorly timed burp.

You can't believe it. You're going to die here. The stinging sensation is starting to turn into burning, and your skin is turning red. This is really it. You yell some more at Scotty, but it doesn't matter. With another couple of burps, the remaining air in his stomach is gone, and you start to black out. It's a good thing that you pass out when you do, before most of the really painful parts of digestion. Scotty's stomach growls, happy with its meal.

Scotty feels a little bad about eating his best friend, but he soon gets over it, and moves on with his life.

Scotty grunts, yanking fiercely at his rock-hard erection. The 'slish, slish, slish' sounds of wet skin sliding over wet skin is even louder and lock of messy hair is stuck to his forehead. He opens his mouth, lets out a long, amazed moan and before you know it, a creamy white jet spews from his cock-head and into the air above you.

You stare up with your mouth agape as the first pump of semen seems to fall in slow-motion. "NOOOO…!!" Running for cover is useless. The gooey stream slaps down on your back, weighing you down. Then another pump, then another, and another..

Scotty's grunts sound seconds before each load comes splattering down on you. You want to cry - No matter how well you cover your face, warm semen drizzles all over you. You lie in a fetal position, soiled and humiliated, while Scotty ignorantly enjoys the height of ecstasy with his favourite fantasy, completely unaware that his best friend is nearly drowning in his come.

After Scotty catches his breath, it's time to clean up..

You fight endlessly against the thick, heavy ropes of semen that Scotty pumped onto you. Scotty reaches over to a heap of assorted items…and grabs a wad of tissues. His seven inch long sausage dangles directly above you. His pink slit, clad with the residual droplets of Scotty's warm genetic soup, looks down on you mockingly.

Scotty is using the tissues to mop up the creamy mess his cock scattered on the floor. You know you will be mushed up into a filthy, cum soaked tissue if you don't get your massive friend's attention quickly. You muster all your strength and try to lift your arms up out of the sloppy mess, figuring you can wave Scotty down. But you cannot budge. Scotty's cum was just too heavy, and you felt as if you were nailed to the floor. Scotty opens up the final tissue, and you're rubbed up and crumpled up painfully, just like another wasted droplet of cum.

"Better throw these away," Scotty mumbles, heading for the bathroom, which was accessible from Scotty's room and from the hallway. When he reaches the doorway, he spots the waste basket over near the toilet, and throws the balled up tissues through the air. His aim wasn't too bad. All but one tissue made it into the waste bin. But one tissue bounced off the rim, and came to rest on the cold tile floor in front of the toilet.

You fight to get out of the balled up tissue, but cannot get through the paper, which is now glued together by Scotty's drying cum. You are stuck in limbo.

After hours of breathing nothing but the musky scent of your best bud's dried semen, you hear the door to the bathroom open, and footsteps slap the tile floor.

After smelling nothing but Scotty's dried cum for several hours, you hear the distinct sound of the door opening. You smiled a little as i felt the tissue being picked up by someone. You were lifted up into the air and placed on what you believed to the bench of the bathroom. You heard some giggling and your heart filled with terror as you imagined who could be holding you in their hands. Remembering that his cousin were due over today and a chill ran down your spine as you hear their laughter outside your prison.Your worst fears were realized when the tissue was ripped open and as the light poured into the space you saw the massive grinning face of……..

The water of the toilet loosens the toilet paper and cum letting you get free of its clutches as you get free you look up and see your best friends huge dick hovering over you the slit staring back at you when all of a sudden a stream of hot yellow piss shoots at you pushing you under water you try to swim up but the stream of piss holds you under.after what seemed like hours your able to swim up but then you see

You look up and to see Scotty’s huge ass descending towards the toilet.Scotty finally sits down,you look up and you are shocked by what looms above.Above you is your friends ass hole starring at you manacingly,you also see your friends huge dick and balls hanging above.You know what this means but you don’t want to believe it,your friend is about to take a shit on you!!

First his penis twitched and he started to pee,the pee shot straight at you.This almost caused you to drown as it seemed it would never end.Finally it did end and you looked around you and the water had turned yellow and it stank of piss.

A noise from above broke your thought.Above Scotty’s huge brown hole started to open.You looked up in horror as your best friend was about to take a shit.The hole started to stretch and the start of the huge brown turd became visible.You scream “ Please don’t do this!! I’m down here!!” ,he didn’t hear a thing.As Scotty pushed the giant turd started to come out even more.The huge turd kept growing out your friends hole until the brown hole pinched.You screamed as the huge brown turd fell towards you,it almost crushed you.The huge turd pushed you under the water and filled your lungs with yellow piss water.You struggle up and grab onto Scotty’s huge brown shit.The shit was hard and stank of death.You felt so weak because the only thing saving your from drowning was your best friends stinking shit.Relief was on your face as you thought it was over.You we’re very wrong as the hole started to open again.Scotty released turd after turd on you.The second turd as big as a brick fell from Scotty’s ass exploded into the water making you lose your grip of the first shit.You find your way up spitting out water and another huge turd fell and another one.There was no need to float anymore as Scotty’s huge shits filled the toilet.The smell of your friends shit was the worst thing you have smelled in your life.Standing on one of the humongous turds,you knew that even if you were normal sized these turds would be the biggest you have ever seen.

You look up as Scotty wiped his big stinking brown hole with toilet paper and dropped it onto the bowl.He gets up and pulls up his pants.He looks down at the huge shit and you scream for his help.He hears nothing.

You're starting to work up a sweat, trying to move Scotty's giant skater shoe, but finally your hard work pays off and the colossal teen glances down, then brushes his messy hair out of his face to get a better look. "Holy shit, JB! How did you get down there!" His giant palm comes plummeting towards you and you're wrapped in the warm flesh. Next thing you know, Scotty's freckled nose is inches away from you and he's whispering into his hands. "Jack, what did you do??" Your friend's breath is patting down on you and materialising like dew on your skin, but the comfort of being in his protective hands is well worth it.

"Man, you have to help me. I was messing around with a science project in the lab and before I knew it I was like this!"

"Shh, shh, it's ok.." Scotty whispers, and again you don't even mind the odd droplet of saliva or the fact that your friends hands smell like salt and dirt - You're just glad to be cupped safely inside of them. "I'm gonna take care of you until we find you some help, ok?"

You sigh in relief. "Thanks, man. I owe you.. But don't tell anyone at the school, all right? I could be in big trouble for tampering with chemicals in the science room without persmission."

At that moment, Mr Welling gets Scotty's attention. "Scott, do you have something you'd like to share with us? ..No? Then I suggest you put whatever it is away."

Scotty glances down at you and shrugs. His warm palm wraps around your body again, and you feel yourself being lowered into your friend's..

"Hang tight, buddy." Scotty whispers as he drops you into his back pack and returns his attention to the professor. "We'll find you some help later.."

For you, the rest of the class is spent climbing around inside your best friend's bag. Of course you've seen all this stuff before, but at your tiny size every object now seems to take on a life of its own: There's a giant, tattered note book with Scotty's messy handwriting scribbled all over the cover.. A wad of tissue with gum spat into it smells equally of peppermint and of your best friend's breath.. Your sense of smell seems to be keener than ever, which is most apparent when you stumble across Scotty's rolled-up gym socks and have to scramble to the other side of the bag as if your life depends on it, gagging on the smell.

"C'mon, c'mon, when is this class gonna end.." You wait impatiently, curled up in the bottom of the back-pack. It's sort of embarrassing, knowing that your life is in another kid's hand and all you can do is sit there patiently until Scotty has time to help you. You know how lucky you are to have a friend like Scotty who's even willing to help you, but you still can't wait to be back in control of your own life.

It seems like hours before you hear the bell ring and the bag starts moving. You have to steady yourself against a half-full bottle of water smeared with Scotty's giant fingerprints as the bag starts to sway and chatter becomes louder and louder outside.

For a few minutes the outside noises seem to die down, but you can still hear three or four distinct male voices murmuring anxiously. Straining your ears, you recognise the voices as a group of Scotty's close friends.. You've met these guys before, but never at this tiny size! You know that if Scotty has enlisted the help of his friends, he clearly means well, but you're nervous about being passed around a group of giant teenagers like an injured animal while they try to find a way to help you..

Suddenly, the bag's zipper zips open and Scotty's hand dives in to pull you out. You're greeted by a group of intrigued and giant teenagers, who seem to be gathered around..

*SEVEN of them!* you think nervously, finding yourself being stared DOWN by seven pairs of astonished eyes, while seven mouths - each of them could swallow you whole, you think with a shiver - gasped at the same time.

Glancing around fast, you find out that the group is sitting on some benches, surrounded by trees… and realize that you're now in a secluded area of the Skate Park where Scotty uses to hand out with his friends, and where he took you many times, too… of course, the place looks a lot more intimidating at your current size… like the now towering teens all around!

Scotty can feel your shiver, and his huge finger pets your head and back in a comforting manner. "Aaah, don't be afraid, little Jack! You already met these guys, you know they're very nice."

*Well, first of all, I met them at regular size* you'd like to reply, *Meeting them as titans who could crush me with a single finger, is a different matter… Besides, I met them only a few times, how do I know if they're really nice? Just because you tell me so? You aren't the best judge of character, my Big Friend!* Yeah, you'd like to answer that way… but instead, something inside you makes you stay silent and just nod.

Scotty smiles. "Good, little one! You must get along with my pals, since they're going to be your babysitters."

"Babysitters?" you exclaim.

Your huge friends nods. "As little as you are now, you need someone to take care of you until we find a way to unshrink you… I'd love to be your caretaker, but it would be hard to hide you away from my parents and siblings at home, so I havd to ask my pals for help." He smiles. "They're all very eager to look after you."

His words, rather than reassure you, unnerve you even more. Being handled by a giant who's your close friend is not the best, but being under the power of a bunch of behemots whose personalities you barely know is scaring! However, Scotty doesn't give you any time to protest before continuing…

"So, the first step should be: you getting acquainted with your caretakers' hands, since you're going to spend plenty of time on them! Let's start now!"

With that, Scotty pinches your waist between his thumb and forefinger, and brings you toward the closest teen.

You feel annoyed, because your friend isn't asking for your permission for anything, and is treating you more like a small animal than like a human being… but again, you don't have time to speak before being deposited on the palm of one of your future babysitters.

As you turn to face who it is, you look up at a guy wearing a Japanese Bandana. It kinda looks silly on him, because he’s as Caucasian as they come. The dirty blond hair, the blue eyes and the freckles in his face seem quite miss-matched with the bandana.

But you know this kid. It’s Aaron. You noticed that even though he is one of the smaller ones of the group he still looks like a giant. The fact he’s probably the strongest in the Group, with the biggest arms and legs, only adds to this and almost makes you forget about his small stature.
His blue shirt shows some character from a Manga comic, you can’t remember the name, but it’s a guy on fire with yellow hear in an orange overall looking thing. It kinda reminds you of a garbage man or mechanic.
His loose and wide pants make him look even odder, and the Socks in Sandals make you grin, that looks so stupid. Did nobody ever dared to tell him that? Well, you think one moment later, criticizing such a guy could be not good for one's health…

Aaron's dressed so weirdly because he's always been crazy about martial arts and whatever dealt with that stuff; and his interest in that goes beyond dressing like a funny ninja boy: he knows at least a dozen different fighting styles as far as you know, and already is far above Black Belt level in no less than five of them, namely Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Kung Fu, Judo and Aikido. He trains hard, and his muscles aren't just for show. You definitely wouldn't like to get on Aaron's bad side, especially because the boy, albeit not a bully nor a very violent person, more than once turned out to be a bit short-tempered, and very eager to seek revenge when he thinks he's been wronged or offended. He always likes to show off how high he can kick, and how hard… and to demonstrate that, he isn't above using those who dare to antagonize him. Insulting those feet is really a bad idea!

Even with all that muscle his touch seems almost gentle. His face comes in closer to look you up and down, while you do the same to him.

“Hi there, little fella!” he says with a wide smile, “What do you think, wanna come with me and make me your first babysitter?”
The others speak up, they want to hold you and take you to. However Aaron just stands up, puffs out his chest a little and looks at them. “Fine, let’s have a fight, the one who wins gets him first.” Needless to say the others suddenly agree Aaron should have you first.

“Cool, let’s go home little fella, although…” He scratches his head, “I don’t have any pockets to carry you.” He bends forward and lifts the leg of his pants with his free hand. He lowers the hand in which he holds you down to his sock, and pulls it away from the skin before lowering you in just above his ankle. “You can travel with me in there till we get home.”

As the white sock closes over you, you are pressed against his leg. It smells faintly of sweat, but not too much, You’re glad he’s been wearing sandals now: that way the socks can air out!

You hear him say goodbye to the others and suddenly feel him step on his board and head for home.

Unfortunately for you, he placed you in the sock of his stepping leg, so every few seconds his foot lands heavily on the pavement, pressing the two of you on. All this shaking makes you slide in deeper and deeper, without Aaron noticing.

You just hope he makes it home before you slide all the way to the bottom….

Each step Aaron makes hurts more and more but at least your safe you thought you was but the trouble is your sliding down his giant leg and heading towards his foot, for some reason the pressure cause you to shrink even smaller than before until your about 1 inch tall.

As you slide down eventual settle on his giant smell foot, the foot is smooth but it's wet with sweat because of the skate boarding he is doing, you suddenly find your self sliding down towards his toes and at your new size there just impossible to describe how huge they are, as you slide down towards his big toe you slide in between what looks like a hole, the hole use to be part of piercings where he use to some sort of ring.

The problem is for you is you are the right size to fall into the hole in the side of his big toe this where it gets to much because you fall into the skin and the skin folds around your tiny body, basically you have become a kind of toe ring in sock a sandal foot.

Your buddy's warm hands wrap around you and bring you out of his backpack, into the open. You've been smuggled by your giant best friend into the men's room at school.. And you're not alone.

"Buddy, these are my friends, and they're gonna help me get you back to normal." You gaze up at the faces of Scotty's buddies, all skyscraping young men with curious expressions on their face, who crowd the room and gape at you with intrigue.

All of this is so overwhelming. You bury your face is Scotty's clammy palms, shy and intimidated by all the gawking young giants. Your buddy pats you reassuringly on the back. "Hey, hey.. It's okay little dude. These guys are my friends, they're gonna help me figure out a plan to get you back to normal, and we're gonna take turn caring for you in the mean time."

You look around, wide-eyed, at the giants. It's time for you to face your fear and meet them, one by one..

Sitting anxiously in your buddy's hands, you gaze up with trepidation at the crowd of young men gathered around you. Scotty thinks it's best you get comfortable with these guys as soon as possible, so he's decided to pass you carefully around the room, giving you a chance to sit in each giant's hands while you're introduced..

"Little guy, this is Chris." You're shifted into the cupped hands of Chris, a tan, stocky 17-year-old with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. Chris makes up for what he lacks in height by being fairly athetic, and an all around friendly guy. He nods, looking a little nervous, then hands you to his friend Spencer..

Spencer has messy black hair, an average build and a slightly geeky charm. The cuffs of his long sleeves warm your legs like a blanket as he holds you attentively with both hands. "Um.. Hi. I'm Spence." He offers you a friendly smile and passes you on to the next giant teen.

Standing considerably taller than Spence, Benji slouches under the air vent wearing a hoodie and skate shoes. He has blond hair, a lean build, and when you're placed in the palm of his hand you're a little alarmed to feel five long fingers curl around you, gently but firmly. "Nice to meet you, little man.." You think you can see the beginnings of a mysterious grin on his face, but before you know it you're being passed along..

As soon as you're dropped into Alex's hands he greets you with a huge smile. "Hey, little dude!" The boy's stylish hair hangs a little in front of his face as he beams down at you. Just like Scotty, Alex is super cute and friendly. The only difference is that while your skater friend prefers baggy jeans and week-old t-shirts, Alex's clothes are fresh and trendy to compliment his slim build. You like Alex immediately, and shyly mumble your greeting back before being passed along to the next colossal teen.

Next you're dumped in Josh's hands. Josh is an average built eighteen-year-old with cute features and an Adam Lambert-esque hairstyle. He peers down at you with fascination as you lie in his hands. You can't help but wonder what he's thinking right now -- Does he pity you and your situation? Is he contemplating what he'd do if he had you to himself? Or is he wondering what it would be like to be in your position..?

Josh passes you on to Ciaran, another tall, lean teen giant with his own stylishly swept mop of hair and pretty facial features. He drops you into the hands of Brendan, who swipes his fringe to the side so he can scrutinize you more closely. You're ultimately passed back to Scotty, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement after being handled by so many curious giants at once. Some of the guys made you feel at home in their huge hands, while others made you intensely uncomfortable with the way they stared and grasped you. But now you're back in Scotty's care, and it's time for the team to get to work.

"Okay, so we broke into the lab and swiped what we think is the antidote." Scotty explains. "We can't have you drinking it just yet, because if it's more shrinking formula you could end up shrinking out of existence. We have to test it on one of the guys first, and if it doesn't work we'll just keep looking until we've got the antidote."

The giants look around, silently trying to decide who should take the plunge and test the formula. Besides yourself and Scotty, who can't risk trying the formula because he needs to oversee this experiment, there are seven new giants: Chris, Spencer, Benji, Alex, Josh, Ciaran and Brendan.

They finally decide to..

Chris is 5.2" with brown hair and a nice smile. He makes up for what he lacks in height by being fairly athetic, and an all around friendly guy. He volunteers to try the formula, which Benji gets out of his backpack and hands over. Secretly, Chris is a little excited at the thought of being altered by this little experiment, but he pretends to be taking one for the team because somebody has to after all.

He takes a sip of the formula, and then another just for luck, and nothing happens.. For a few minutes. With all of the guys watching, he shrinks down to only a few inches tall in front of their very eyes. There are a few gasps in the room, then everyone starts looking around their shoes, because it's crowded and they don't want to step on their shrunken friend.

"I got him!" Benji yells, looking down to the toe of his sneaker, which Chris is climbing.

"You guys, what are we going to do! If that wasn't the anti-dote than how are any of us going to get fixed??" He says in a tiny, shrill voice.

"I'm gonna have to take him home until we do find an anti-dote." Benji says, picking up his tiny friend and staring at him curiously. "I've got plenty of space to store him, and privacy, my parents will never find out."

"Dang, I guess you're right." Scotty adds. "This whole thing is turning out to be a shrinking catastrophe." He notices that Benji and Chris are staring at each other a little oddly for two teen friends. Chris is staring up at his giant buddy in awe, while Benji is wrapping his fingers around him a little tighter than necessary, as if he enjoys feeling the little guy's tiny arms restricted in his grasp. "Well, I guess we better get home and formulate a Plan B."

(Benji's POV)

II was in love with the way Chris felt in my grip. I knew he wasn't thrilled to be there, judging by the way his arms and kegs were fighting like crazy for freedom, but that made the experience of holding him evenmore exciting. I knew I could snap him like a twig with the slightest manipulation of my fingers, and it gace me the rush of a lifetime.

I went straight home, not stopping even to talk to my parents in the kitchen. I just went inside, locked my door and sat down on my bed, finally opening my hands to give Chris a breath of fresh air.

"Benji!" he panted. "You've been holding me way too tight! You almost crushed me!!"

I wore a sly grin. This was awesome. "You're confused, little man.. I decide what's too tight, just like I decide what you call me from now on. That'll be master, by the way."

Chris was confused, but more to the point, he was terrified. "I don't want to stay with you! I want you to return me to the other guys, NOW!" He was bluffing, we both knew it.

Chuckling deep from the bottom of my throat, I started to curl my huge fingers back around my flustered little toy. He panicked, tried to fight them off, and failed. He was restricted in my fist like a fly in a spiderweb. It was time for the fun to begin.

(Chris's POV)

"I've waited a long time to have you where I can control you, bug." Benji growled at me. I was shaking in his hands at this point. I'd never seen my friend like this. He didn't even look like the friend I knew any more! He looked like a cruel teen master, or a god to me.

He slipped off his shoes and put me on the ground near his feet. Apparently he hadn't been wearing socks at all, because I could see traces of sweat all over his giant toes, which he stretched menacingly. I could see a couple of thick veins on his instep which made his feet look even more mighty and powerful. Not that that was a hard thing to do. These were the biggest feet I'd ever seen! And the knowledge that they would soon be on top of me could have made me pee my pants.

I had to do something fast..

(Chris's POV)

All these years I had been seeing Benji as a friend were about to change. He was now a giant, unstoppable god and the only thing I could do was hope he'd show me mercy if I make him happy. There's no telling what a teen giant will do next, seeing as he has all the power he could want and more. You just have to be ready to surrender any dignity you once had and bow to your new master's feet. Which I did.

I threw myself at Benji's huge size 12s without another thought. He got a slight smirk on his face as he watched me grovelling. I sure as hell didn't hold back. I placed my lips on his tanned brown tops of his toes and smooched them again and again. I could feel a couple of the veins running underneath his skin on hi insteps, they were probably thicker than my wrists. Even though I was terrified, I had to admit that my friend's feet had always impressed me. They were just so big and manly, especially for a teen who was on the slim side and rather cute, they had something about them that commanded a lot of respect and power.

"Please, please don't put me under your feet Master! I may be tiny but I'm still a human being!"

Benji laughed, a sort of superior laugh out of his nose. "You can stop begging, little man.. I won't squash you between my foot and the ground if it scares you that much."

"Really?" I sighed in relief.

"Yeah.."

"It was great having you a friend all those years, don't get me wrong, but having regular sized friends isn't as fun as having complete control over someone, and you're just going to feel so good squirming under my big juicy toes!"

This is what I see next.

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Benji, the guy I once thought of as my best friend, picked up his dirty old sneaker with a big smile and dropped me inside. The smell was HORRIBLE. Back when we were regular friends I never minded when my buddy would slip his shoes off around me, I'd put up with the smell of his feet no matter how bad it was, even give him a foot massage if he asked me to, but this was way too much to handle.

I was still screaming and begging for justice when I saw my friend's HUGE foot come over the top of the shoe and block out all the light. Then it came sliding inside, and cornered me into the toe area of the sneaker whle I tried as hard as I coudl to avoid it. But eventually my time was up, and I felt my friend's big, heavy foot slam down on top of me.

Boulders of sweat were already running between the toes and splashing on my face as Benji did up his laces as tight as he could and started to walk..

(Chris's POV)

I was pinned flat under Benji's stinking sole. This was so unfair! I'd been a good friend for years and now he was rewarding me by stealing my size, my status as a human being, and using me as an insole? It was as if he'd rather put me through hell than waste money on buying a new insole for his beat up old sneakers.

Either way I had no say in the matter. I could hear my old friend, new master's voice as he was walking around getting ready to leave, declaring that we were going..

(Chris's POV)

I heard Benji, the man I thought was my best friend, announce that he was going skating with his buddies. I wanted to cry as the giant teenager walked out into the warm sun and inside the shoe literally became as hot as an oven instantly. It must have been from him walking on hot concrete, or his body heating up under the sun, but Benji's huge foot was pouring sweat all over me.

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Running into my mouth and down my throat, stinging my eyes, making me sick was foul teen sweat. Did I deserve to drink my friend's disgusting foot sweat, endure his raunchy foot stench and be mashed under his sole into his ratty old sneaker? No. But he was obviously getting a kick out of it, so here I was and here I would remain all day.

Benji met up with Scotty and a couple others at the skate park before jumping on his board.

"What happened to Chris?" Enquired Scott.

Benji answered in a cocky tone. "Don't worry, he's where he belongs and he will be for a long time."

(Chris's POV)

The next hour was pure torture. It seemed like a lifetime, trapped under the big flat sole of my so called best friend while he had fun skating with his buddies.

I could hear him talking and laughing as if everything was normal, probably secretly enjoying the knowledge that I was stuck inside his shoe and powerless to protect myself from his awful foot sweat while he had all the freedom and power he could want. I hear his skateboard smack against the ground every time he did jumps, then the sound of the wheels rolling on concrete, and Benji and Scotty high fiving whenever he would pull off a cool stunt.

What Scotty didn't know was that every time Benji landed his board I was getting slammed harder under his sole. With the sun heating up Benji was also getting hotter, and his shoes were filling up with sweat fast. It ran down my throat so I had to drink it by the gallon to survive. It was disgusting but I gulped it down more and more, drinking it straight off his toes until..

(Chris's POV)

It was the weirdest thing. I'd spent so long drinking Benji's sweat I guess the taste just stopped bothering me. But it actually started tasting sweet, like something I wanted more of. As soon as I realized I liked the taste of my best friend's feet, I realized I liked the smell too. All this time I'd been fighting it and suddenly it was beautiful to me, it was musty and funky and overbearing but I wanted more.

I started pushing my face between his big, sweaty toes, licking out the deepest bits of sweat and sniffing happily. The more it stank the hungrier I was for the smell. What was happening to me!

I guess Benji could feel me worshipping his toes from underfoot because he started squeezing his toes around my head as if to encourage me. Next thing I knew..

(Benji's POV)

Skating with a tiny little guy wedged between my sneaker and sweaty sole was freaking awesome. There are no words to describe the ego rush you feel when with every step you take you feel a tiny set of lips push involuntarily into the grimey skin between your toes.

But things were about to get even better..

I was standing on a street corner waiting for Scotty to use the bathroom, idley pressing down on the toe of my sneaker to feel Chris squirm extra hard beneath my foot, when I felt something new.

Those tiny, sweat-covered little lips of my buddy weren't begging soundlessly for mercy any more. Instead I could feel him kissing the rank skin between my toes, slurping up the sweat and grime avidly with his tiny tongue, as if he couldn't get enough.

And this wasn't just please-let-me-out-of-your-shoe-master kissing. Oh, no. This was you've-finally-broken-my-spirit-and-I'm-hopelessly-in-love-with-your-gia nt-feet-kissing. I could tell.

It was time to take my little foot pet home for some fun.

(Benji's POV)

I stood there on the corner, quietly smirking to myself. Little Chris had finally given in to the pressure my feet were putting on him -- Literally -- Now he was going mad inside my shoe, slurping and kissing and worshipping the stinky toes that had once made him squeal for mercy.

This was awesome. I was on top of the world. I wondered at that moment if anyone else alive could understand just how supremely big and powerful having a sneaker pet makes you feel. It was like an ego overload, and I loved it.

That was when Scotty exited the shop, looking around for me with our boards. "There you are! So, what do you wanna do, man? It's getting kinda late. We could keep skating for a bit, or head back to my place and watch TV?"

"Actually, I've got a better idea." I stepped towards Scotty, feeling Chris compress under my foot before going wild with another frenzy of kisses. "Why don't you come back to my house? I've got something really cool to show you. I bet you've never seen anything like it.."

(Benji's POV)

I got back to my house with Scotty just after dark, and we headed straight upstairs.

"Take a seat, man." I said as I closed my bedroom door. "This is gonna blow you away."

Together we sat on my bed, in the middle of my catastropically messy room, and I lifted my sneakered foot onto the covers.

"Oh man, do you have to take off your shoes?" Scotty got ready to block his nose, but I silenced him, carefully sliding off my skate shoe and emptying it out over my foot.

Chris landed with a plop on top of my toes, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. Scotty turned white as a ghost.

"Dude!! You can't keep the little guy in there! That's inhumane!! That's- That's-"

"Uh-uh-uh, just keep watching.." I diverted Scott's attention back to my foot where, at that moment, little Chris was wrapping himself around my big toe and rubbing his tongue up the sweaty curve of my arch.

He was also rambling something about love and worship me being god, but I was focussed on the look of disbelief on Scotty's face..

(Chris's POV)

Just when I thought I was going to suffocate under Benji's thick, smelly sole, I heard his and Scotty's voice talking in hushed whispers and I could have sworn I heard my name mentioned.

Then Benji's foot eased off of me and pulled out of the shoe. I was so relieved, especially when his hand came in and lifted me out into the fresh air. I saw him smirking down at me as usual, then I saw Scotty's face looking extremely shocked.

"You mean you've been using your best friend as a sneaker slave and an insole this whole time??" Scotty said.

"That's right." Benji smirked. "You should try it some time. Nothing makes ya feel more like a giant teen GOD than Chris's pathetic tiny arms struggling under your sole."

Scotty was amazed. "That.. is so.."

"You're such a cruel person! How would YOU feel IF I DID THAT TO YOU?! OR IF HE DID THAT TO YOU?!" Scotty yelled. "Are you serious?" Benji asked laughing. Scotty got an idea. He said, "You know what? Give him to me. I wanna give it a try." Benji smirked as he handed me over. Suddenly, Scotty turned around and ran. Once we got to a safe place, he looked at me and asked "Chris, are you ok?" "I-I think so. Are you really gonna put me in your shoe?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Of course not. I only said that to save you." "I don't know how to thank you."

(Chris's POV)

I couldn't believe my ears. Scotty was actually supporting Benji's abuse of his tiny, helpless friend after Scotty himself had been such a responsible carer for his own tiny friend Jack.

"Yeah, to be honest sometimes I'm tempted to give Jack a little taste of my feet, just to let him know who's boss. But I don't have the heart to do it, my feet are waaay to nasty." Scotty said. "But on the other hand, I don't know or like Chris all that much so it might be fun to force my bad boys onto him for a bit."

"Awesome!" Benji said. "Lose those shoes and let's give little Chris a taste of some real mean teen footstink!"

(Chris's POV)

I had no idea why Benji was treating me like this. We'd been friends for a while, and never had I seen this deeply cruel and menacing side of him. He had a evil grin as he looked down at me and squeezed harder than ever. I could see the veins and bones in his wrist bulging out and I honestly thought I was going to black out from how tight he was holding onto me.

He leaned across his bed and picked up his phone. I thought that if I could only get to that phone I could call for help, but then I realised I was so small I probably couldn't even manage that. I was dependent on this cruel giant for everything, and my life was in his uncaring hands.

"Yeah man.. Come right over.. I've got something amazing to show you.." He said into the phone. His face looked just as cute and handsome as ever but now there was a cruel, cold side to it I never could have imagined before. He kept squeezing and poking me while he was on the phone so I was constantly suffering. Nothing compared to what was going to happen to me once he really got started, I was sure.

He got off the phone and sat there tossing me back and forth like a toy in his huge, strong hands until there was a doorbell ringing downstairs and he got up to answer it. I was dumped in his underwear drawer while he was gone. From that point..

(Chris's POV)

I had only moments to spare while my new god left his bedroom to answer the door. I climbed over a mountain of socks and underwear (some of them were clearly unwashed and stail) and climbed down the giant chest of drawers Spiderman-style. I dashed straight under Benji's computer desk on instinct, just as the bedroom door was opening and four feet were stepping in.

My cruel master Benji's feet were bare, as he'd kicked off his shoes earlier, but his new friend seemed to be wearing Converse Chuck Taylors which squeaked on the floorboards when he walked.

"DAMNIT! Fucking pet's vanished!" Benji said to his friend Brian in rage, then turned around and kicked over the trash can by his desk to vent his anger. I scampered into another corner quickly, terrified of being caught.

"Well he can't have gotten far." I heard the giant Brian's voice for the first time. "And when we do find the little runt.." The huge man's massive sneaker stomped on an empty Coke can that had fallen from the trash, and flattened it instantly.

I swallowed hard. *gulp*

(Benji's POV)

"Come right in, man.." I held my bedroom door open for Brian, who walked in wearing a casual shirt, jeans and Chucks. I lead him over to my underwear drawer, where he watched eagerly as I slid it open and rummaged around for the little suprise inside.

Brian and I both had average builds, but he was a good 9 inches shorter than me, standing by my shoulder at about 5.7".

He had short, smooth hair courtesy of his Asian background. I loved running my hand through it playfully every now and then, reminding him just how tall I was.

I fingered through rolled socks and underwear until I found tiny Chris, who tried unsuccessfully to evade my giant fist. I seized the little man and held him up in front of Brian.

"Awesome!" My fellow giant marvelled. "And he's really all yours?"

"Yup." I smirked proudly. "We can do whatever we want with him and no-one will ever know.."

Chris squirmed uncomfortably under our giant glares. We were going to have ourselves some fun tonight..

(Brian's POV)

"Cool, dude" I said looking at the tiny person in Benji's grip "Hey do you have anything to drink? cuz walking all the way here made me thirsty"

"Sure, let's go down in the kitchen" Benji said as he headed out the door of his room with Chris still in his tight grip.

As we both climbed down the stairs I asked Benji how'd the guy got so tiny. "Just some unfortunate incident at school" was Benji's reply when we both reached the kitchen.

"Mind if I try holding him?" I asked eagerly. I have always wanted to know what's it's like to hold a tiny person in my fist and feel it squirm under my tight grip.

"Yeah, sure.. have fun with him. Just don't break him… yet" Benji replied with a grin on his face and tossed Chris in the open. I was able catch Chris on open palm and looked down on his tiny body as he nervously shook after experiencing being tossed around like a ball.

I slowly closed my fingers around the tiny guy and felt him squirm under my tight grip. Hearing him shouting to be let out just made me more excited. I enjoyed the sensation of the tiny man under my power till Benji snapped me back to reality by giving me my drink. This gave me an idea..

"Hey Benji, you think Chris is a good swimmer?" i gently dropped Chris inside my glass of water and saw swim to the surface after splashing down to water. taking a slow sip, I watched Chris trying to swim at the back of the glass. I kept doing this as I also talked to Benji about what happened at school. Benji liked the idea of me scaring poor Chris and asked if he could have a try, further freaking Chris out. I emptied my glass, careful enough not to actually drink Chris and handed the glass to Benji..

(Benji's POV)

Brian handed me the glass which contained our choking, gasping little toy. It sure did feel good to know that whatever we did, however we chose to have our fun, Chris had no say in the matter. He was putty in our hands.

I emptied him out into my palm and took a second to admire the way he whimpered and cowered under the glares of his two giant masters. "I bet we look pretty damn godly to him at this size. But I think we could give him an even better perspective.." I bent over and placed little Chris on the cold tiled kitchen floor.

Brian and I laughed at the way he had to crane his neck to stare up from between our sneakered feet. The toes of my skater kicks and Brian's black and white Chucks had him good and cornered.

I grinned evilly. "What do ya say, Bri? Do we need to go a little further to show this little twerp just how much more powerful we are than him?"

(Chris's POV)

Benji placed me on the ground, so I was directly between his two giant skate shoes and Brian's Converses. There was nowehere for me to run, so I fell to my knees and held my hands together. "PLEASE don't hurt me, my giant teen masters! I'll do anything you want, I swear! I'll be your personal little toy for the rest of my life, however long you decide to let me live!"

They just looked at each other and smirked. I knew I wasn't going to be shown any mercy. "That's just the thing, you are out little toy." said Benji. "And it's your job to keep us entertained. So I want to see how much pressure you can take from under my HUGE sneaker before you squash like a bug."

Benji lifted his foot and practically stomped on me, so I was flat on my stomach and the treads of his shoe were digging into my back. No matter how much I cried and begged for mercy he just pushed his foot down harder, making my entire body feel like it was about to give way and snap underneath my teen god's foot.

When he finally decided he's had enough he lifted his foot off and kicked me over to Brian. I was on my back now, which was covered in dirt and stuff from the bottom of Benji's shoe. I saw Brian look to Benji for permission, then he grinned evilly and put his foot down on top of me. I screamed NO and tried to push the giant shoe away, but it was no use. I ended up on my back, with all sorts of dirt and crud falling onto my face from my teen god's monumental Converse shoe.

He squashed me harder and harder, till I was in so much pain that I was almost begging them to get it over with and crush me, then they would take a break and laugh together while kicking me back and forth, enjoying their games with me.

"What should I do with my little toy next?" Benji said evilly.

"I think you should give him to me!", said Brian. "I have an idea"

Benji roughly dumps you in the palm of Brian's hand. You stare up into his brown eyes and he flashes his pearly whites at you. "You look delicious", he says, licking his lips. He grabs you by the back of the neck with his index finger and thumb and dangles you high above his mouth. His teeth glisten with saliva, and beyond that you can see his tonsils, but after that, there nothing but darkness. It is a pit of no return.

"PLEASE NO!" you beg. "I'LL DO ANYTHING MASTER BRIAN, JUST DON'T EAT ME!!!!!!"

You hear Benji laughing behind you. "HAHAHAHAHA AW MAN NOW HE'S REAL SCARED. BEG LITTLE MAN, BEG IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BECOME BRIAN'S DINNER!"

"PLEASE MASTER BRIAN! I'M BEGGING YOU! I'LL WORSHIP YOUR FEET ETERNALLY. YOU CAN ABUSE ME ALL YOU WANT, JUST DON'T EAT…

but before you can finish your sentance, Brian lets you fall.

"I'll test it out." Benji offers, reaching for the antidote. "I picked it out of the cabinet in the lab after all. If it doesn't work, I should be the one to face the side effects."

"Thanks a lot, man." Scotty hands over the formula. "If it's the antidote we're looking for, it shouldn't have any effect on you. Let's just keep our fingers crossed that it doesn't give us any nasty suprises."

Benji swishes the mysterious liquid around in the vial before his eyes. "Oh, I picked this out pretty carefully. I'm confident it'll do its job just fine."

Benji unslouches and stands up straight, bringing the antidote towards his face.. Spencer, Alex, Josh, Ciarán and Brendan watch on eagerly while Chris and Scotty cradle their shrunken best friend in the far corner.

Just as the vial brushes Benji's bottom lip, the teen's left sneaker squeaks on the tiled floor and he seems to stumble unexplicably. His long fingers tighten around the vial and then clumsily slip over it. There's a unified gasp as the formula dives into the air, sending a stream of bright orange liquid goes flying through the open air, over the guys' heads. Everyone except Benji, Chris and Scotty, who is nested safely in the corner withhis own tiny, gets showered by the mysterious liquid. Droplets splatter over lips and in eyes, stinging the shocked boys' tongues and dripping upleasantly down throats.

The effect is instant. Right there, in the middle of the men's bathroom, the group of friends shed their height rapidly. Spencer and Ciarán land on top of each other in the middle of a rusty bathroom tile which now looks mattress-sized to them. Alex's clothes are drenched in spilled water from guys shaking their hands off after washing (atleast that's what he hopes he's soaked in) while Brendan and Josh tumble awkwardly over the toe of Benji's right sneaker.

"HOLY SHIT!" Scotty shouts, freaking out. "Dude, that was supposed to be an antidote, not more of the same stuff that shrunk my buddy. And now look what you've done!! I've already got one tiny friend to look after, where am I going to keep these guys unti lwe find the real antidote??"

Benji frowns, but doesn't look too perturbed. "Geez, you've got a point there.. I guess I could take them back to my place for a while. I'm sure I'd find room for them all somewhere." As he mumbles, he nudges Alex playfully with the toe of his sneaker, watching the little guy repeatedly topple over.

"Well Jesus, man, I don't know what else to do! We're gonna be in so much shit if anyone finds out about this.. This is a disaster!" Scotty looks thoroughly stressed, as does the original shrunken boy in his palm. Chris stands by Scotty, just as shocked.

But Benji is still unphased. He's already started striding around the room, scooping up his tiny buddies, some of whom flee the giant sneakers slemming down next to them, the others just stare up at ther newly giant surroundings in awe.

"Don't worry about it, man, I got everything under control." He unceremoniously stuffs Alex and Spencer into the pockets of his hoody. He deposits Brendan into the front pocket of his jeans, drops Josh into the back, and keeps Ciarán in the palm of his hand. "See ya at school tomorrow."

Before Scotty can argue, Benji heads out the door and disappears without another word, five confused little friends in his possession.

(Benji's POV)

I couldn't wait to get home..

Ever since I was a little kid I'd fantasized about being a teen giant with my own little pet collection, waiting on me hand and foot. Often I'd daydream over my classmates at Herculean High, imagining them inches tall and under my control. The rush I'd feel, slowly closing my fist around one of my buddies' entire bodies.. Being able to give them a command, any command at all, whether it was to do my math homework for me or rub my feet, and knowing they'd have no choice but to comply.. Having the power to scoop them up and kiss my pet right on the face as a reward, when he obeyed. I knew nothing could compare.

My desire to go from being a friend to a pet owner consumed me. It was all I thought about, lying in bed alone at night alone or hanging with my buddies. When I heard about the little science mishap at school, I knew my prayers had been answered, and I made damn sure that shrinking formula ended up in my hands.

Now, slamming and locking my bedroom door, I was so excited I was nearly pitching wood. I still had no idea how my tiny buddies were going to react when I introduced them to their new lives.

Kicking a foot-high pile of laundry out of the way, I dragged an old mouse cage out from under my bed and clanged it down on the night table. Lucky for my little collection, the cage would smell brand new. Although I'd bought it five years ago, they would be the first pets to live inside its bars. I never intended on keeping animals in this cage -- You could say it was more like an incentive, something to keep my eyes on the prize I would one day win.

I emptied my pockets onto the floor of the cage, then flicked the tiny door shut, and gave my dazed little fivesome a huge grin. "Welcome home, little buds! First thing's first.."

(Benji's POV)

I plucked open the tiny cage door and forced my hand into the opening, snickering to myself as my little pets cowered in the back corners. I let my fingers wander across the fivesome, finally settling on Josh, the Adam Lambert-style cutie who was looking severely overwhelmed by everything. I seized him tight in my fingers and pulled him out, holding him up to my face.

"You're so tiny, little dude.. I bet I could fit your entire body into one of my sneakers."

I automatically started kicking off my shoes, excited at the prospect of seeing one of my ex-buddies, now pets, inside one of my most worn and sweat-ridden sneakers.

I still didn't know whether Josh would struggle, beg, or cave under the pressure of his position and start seeing me as some kind of god.. I could hardly wait.

(Benji's POV)

Slipping Josh back in the cage, I glanced at the four other anxious little men in my possession and licked my lips. Ah, Brendan.. My open hand shot towards him and yanked him out.

"Brendan, Brendan.." I held him up to my face and gave him a nice big grin. "In all the time we've known each other, you've been one loyal friend, I gotta give you credit for that." I watched the tiny hottie gaze up at me from my fist. Man, I must have looked like a deity to him. "But for as long as I've known you, I've secretly wanted one thing more than anything else.."

I kicked off my shoes and socks busily, just in time to place Brendan before my toes. "..and that was to see you at my feet. That's why I'm naming you my official foot slave, little man. You can thank me for the honour and get to work devoting your life to my feet or you can resist me -- Quite frankly I don't know which I'd find hotter -- But understand one thing. You will willingly worship every last square inch of my godly feet, sooner or later."

(Benji's POV)

I stuffed Brendan back into the pet cage, figuring I'd give him a while to stew over all the information he'd just taken in. I was getting real comfortable in my new position as a pet owner. This was going to be one interesting next few days..

I went for tiny Alex next. Alex was one of the most friendly and laid-back guys I knew, I don't think I'd ever seen him in a bad or anti-social mood. There was something particularly exciting about taking an exceptionally nice guy like Alex and submitting him to my giant body.

I reached around to the back of my jeans and slipped Alex right inside the seat of my boxers, without a warning or instruction, then withdrew my hand. He went crazy, grappling with my butt cheeks as he slid down them like a rock climber losing his footing.

I could barely keep myself from laughing, though the other pets didn't look like they appreciated the joke. I called over my shoulder: "Hey Alex! How does it.." I let the biggest fart rip, still laughing "..smell in there!!"

Alex’s POV:
I stared up in shock as Ben tossed Brendan back into the cage he had put us into. I couldn’t believe that he was doing this to us, we were supposed to be his best friends and he was torturing us like this. Suddenly his hand reached into the cage again and to me it looked like he was going after poor Spencer who looked like he was doing the worst out of all of us, he had trusted Benji the most out of all of us, so confident that after we had shrunk that he would take care of us the best we could. He most of been crushed when this turned out to be what he had in store for us.

Suddenly I felt his massive hand wrap around me and I began to struggle as violently as I could. I began to wonder why he was doing this to us, me in particular, I had always been nice to him, I never did anything to deserve this from him. In my panic I began to think maybe this was all a joke and he was letting us free, but sadly those thoughts stopped dead as he pulled his boxers away from his waist band.

My heart began to race again as he moved me so I was above the seat of his pants, giving me a view of the two massive thick cheeks that made up his butt and the dank hairy crack that divided them. I quivered at the thought of him dropping me in there. Without warning his grip was gone and I was left tumbling through the air until I finally landed on one of the soft mountainous cheeks. I latched onto the hot slabs under me, desperately trying to avoid slipping into his crack when suddenly I heard a loud grumbling from beneath me.

‘Oh no, please don’t tell me that’s what I think it.’ I thought as I continued to try climbing out, the sweat from his ass making it impossible for me to get a grip. Suddenly I heard Benji’s booming voice say “Hey Alex how does it” ‘Oh God no, please no!’ I begged in my mind as Benji ripped one of the biggest wettest farts I had ever heard. “Smell in there.” He asked before letting out a booming laugh. My eyes were watering and my throat had closed up, I couldn’t believe that a person, rather any living thing could make such a horrible smell. It smelled like rotted meat and rotten eggs, I was barely able to stay awake when I fell back and his large hairy crack wrapped around me, it seemed…..?

(Benji's POV)

Having one of my buddies tumbling around in the back of my pants was a rush, but I was ready for a whole new kind of excitement now. I chucked Alex back in his cage and wrapped my fingers around Spencer, the quiet, adorkable cutie I had wanted as my pet since the day I'd met him at school.

I held Spence up to my face and grinned. "Hiya." He cowered away, looking shy, but I knew he had to be atleast a little impressed with his giant friend. Spencer had always liked me.

"C'mon, little guy, I don't want a shy pet'" I coaxed him, rubbing his messy hair with my thumb. "I mean, I could always.. make you show me some affection." I teased little Spence by rubbing him against the denim-clad bulge of my crotch. It felt so nice, I was tempted to unzip and dump him right inside my pants.

But then I noticed Spence had reacted by clinging to my thumb, hugging it close. Was he just scared, hanging on like a guy stuck in a tree? Or was he behaving like the affectionate little pet I wanted him to be..?

'Hiya!' the voice still echoing in my ears as I clung to Benji's thumb terrified of what Benji had planned, words then began to repeat over and over in my head 'I dont want a shy pet' 'I could always make you' I was scared, I wasn't expecting this to happen, I did what I would like to think anyone would do in my situation, I kissed Benji's thumb and made it look like I was cuddling it.

"H…h…hi," I said softly the word struggling to come out, my voice must have sounded so little to him, and then I processed how huge he was to me, my eyes then where drawn to Benji's crotch, I tilted my head thinking 'how big it would be now that I was so small?' I was worried, 'what if Benji just put me in his pants and expected me to play with him until I got tired or he had cummed?… he called me pet, does this mean that I was going to have to call him master? to do everything he said even if I disagreed?' I then realised that the whole time I was thinking I was still looking at Benji's crotch, I quickly shook my head, and began to look up Benji's huge chest towards his face hoping that he didn't see me looking and get the wrong idea, and my god it was difficult to look all the way up to his face, all I saw was just more and more chest as my neck was craning up, evenutally I saw his face.

I shook my head I didn't want Benji to know I was scared, cleared my throat and spoke once more "HI BENJI!" I yelled my voice breaking half way through and me sounding absolutely terrified and turning bright red, I just hoped that I didn't sound as stupid to Benji

(Benji's POV)

I didn't have the heart to keep teasing Spence, so I dumped him back in the cage to get used to his surroundings and instead pinched Ciaran's slim little waist between my fingers.

I took him into my hands and cradled him gently. I liked the way this little guy felt in my palm, sort of fragile and soft, like a cute little animal. I patted his head with the tip of my finger and chuckled.

"Man, you're so tiny! I could tie you to my necklace and have you sliding around on my shirt all day and no-one would ever know."

The little guy was still staring up at me with wide eyes, probably overwhelmed. I continued. "I mean, I'm gonna have all sorts of fun with you guys, that's why you're here. Some of you are gonna get the dirtier jobs, like pants prisoner or foot patrol. But one or two might get the chance just to be carried around and doted over like a loyal little pet. Only if, of course, they're willing to act like one.. So what do you say, man? Do you want to be my little pocket pal?"

(Benji's POV)

I locked up my new pets, spread a layer of old laundry carefully over the cage and slid it under the bed. I knew no-one would venture far enough into my dump of a room to discover the little guys, but I didn't want to take any chances. I was a pet owner now, and I already loved the title way too much to risk losing everything.

I slipped on my shoes and sneaked out the front door, pulling my jacket on. It was getting dark and cold.

I felt around in my left pocket for the vial. No-one had noticed me scoop it up with the tinies in the men's room earlier, but I'd made a point of slipping it carefully into my pocket, so as not to spill the last few drops of shrinking formula.

What was left of the formula was meagre, but hopefully it would do the job.

I was on my way to visit a guy I know from school.. I'd have to sneak into his room, but once I saw those last few drops of shrinking mix drip down his throat it would all be worth it.

I was going to visit..

Later that evening, I climbed the old oak tree outside a house on my block and carefully slid into the open bedroom window.

I stood up, dusted myself off, and surveyed the room. It belonged to a guy in my grade at school, Josh Dwarfsman, who I'd nicknamed 'Teddy' to avoid confusion with my other buddy called Josh. Teddy had also earned his nickname another way: By being one of the most huggable and openly affectionate guys I knew.

Being short and sweet, Teddy was the kind of guy the bigger kids always had the urge to grab for a quick hug or hair toussling between classes or after school. He loved being his jock friends' personal teddy bear, especially since the bullies at Herc High saw him as an easy target when he was alone. And I for one loved having him around.

In fact, I shared a special bond with Teddy. I understood something about him that no one else did, and that was the extent of his love for being loved and protected by his much bigger buddies.

I was about to make Teddy's secret wish come true.

I sat on the bed, waiting for my buddy Teddy to return to his room. He was probably in the adjacent bathroom, getting ready to go to sleep.

"Benji!" I looked up to see my little buddy standing in the doorway, a beaming smile on his face. "How did you get in here?" He asked excitedly, dashing over to throw himself into my arms. Being the shy and affectionate little guy he was, Teddy loved having me to make him feel safe and adored, and I loved knowing he depended on me. Our size difference was a joy to us both; even at school, he was like my little pet.

"The window." I grinned. "And I come bearing gifts." I pulled Teddy onto the bed, on my lap and showed him the few sparkling drops that lay in the bottom of the vial.

I unscrewed the lid and placed my hand on his shoulder. This was it. "Open your mouth, cutie."

"What.. What is that?" He asked cautiously.

"Do you trust me?"

"But-"

"Do you?"

Teddy opened his mouth and, guided by my hand, tilted his head as the formula trickled down his throat..

(Benji's POV)

I watched the formula drip past Teddy's lips, and his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed the droplets. Seconds later, I watched that now familiar look of shock cover his face, and he dropped to a mere two feet right in front of my eyes.

I was suprised that he wasn't inches tall like my other pets, but at the same time I was excited to have a pet-sized buddy who I could still wrap my arms around and hug when I was in my gentler moods. This was ideal, now I had little guys under my care to suit both my devious and my playful tastes.

"Little guy, you're adorable!" I scooped him up in my arms and squeezed him so hard his head could have popped off.

"This is unreal!" He said once he'd pulled himself together. "But.. How am I going to live my life like this, Benji? I won't be able to do a single thing for myself.."

I sat him in my lap, making sure my arm was snugly around him, and planted a long kiss on my little buddy's cheek. "Hey, you're my very own Teddy Bear now. You leave everything to me."

(Benji's POV)

I don't know if it was because Teddy was freaked out over the whole shrinking ordeal, if he was feeling lonely because his parents were away for the weekend, or if he was excited to be close to me at his new size.. but he was stuck to me like glue. His little arms wrapped around my chest, and his face snugly nuzzled into my shirt.

"I'm going to take good care of you, little guy. Don't you worry about a thing.." I wrapped my arms tighter around his fragile little form and rubbed my cheek against his hair. "For tonight, let's just get you nice and warm. It's cold outside and you're extra vulnerable to getting a cold."

I pulled down the covers then kicked off my shoes and discarded my belt before sliding under the covers. Teddy kept his face buried in my chest, complying with me whatever I did.

It felt amazing, being totally responsible for my little buddy's wellbeing.

Switching off the lamplight, I sighed. Warm in bed with my special little guy hooked under my arm. This was perfect.

(Benji's POV)

It felt good to finally have my little buddy curled up in my arms, small enough to pick up like a baby if I chose to. Everything was perfect.

Teddy had never been the type of guy who belonged in school, being picked on by kids bigger than him and all the dramas of teenhood. He was a little prince who needed to be held, protected and cared for, like a loyal puppy who craves its master's companionship in return for unconditional love. I knew that from the moment I met him. And now, he was finally mine.

Lying in bed, I felt goosebumps on the back and realized my little guy was probably cold too. I carefully sat up and pulled off my shirt, then kicked off my jeans under the covers.

"Are you leaving?" I heard Teddy's voice in the dark, sounding worried.

"No no, little guy, I'm just keeping you warm. Body heat, see?" I wrapped myself around him like a coccoon beneath the covers, totally enveloping him in the warmth of my skin, and felt him melt under my touch.

Now we'd really sleep tight.

Teddy's POV

It was 11 pm and I was in my room, lying in bed like I usually do. My folks were out of town to tend to some family crisis they didn't want to fill me in on while I have to stay home and get an education. It's not so bad, I got friends who care for me and let me hang around with them. I may be short compared to everyone else in my grade and unable to protect myself from the bullies, but I can always rely on my friends to be there to help me when things take a turn for the worse. That's my life during the day. At night, I'm alone and unprotected.

I left the window open because the temperature was mild outside and comfortable, not like anyone would break into my third story room anyways, you'd have to be a good climber to get up into the window. I'm listening to my iPod, to break the silence that is very unsettling to me. It gets lonely on nights like these, sometimes I wish someone would be here to make me feel safe while I sleep. I was too distracted by the music and facing away from the window to see or here a figure had climbed in and made its way towards my bed. At first I felt a small draft when my blanket got slightly uplifted, which I assumed was a breeze from the window, I ignored it. But then there was a sudden shift in weight on the mattress which then I tried to ignore, hoping it was my imagination. Slowly, felt an arm make its way around over me and one slid under me until I was suddenly locked in place by an unknown figure. I screamed, "Who are you?! Let me go!!!" I manage to free an arm and switch on the bedside lamp, which cast a bright light in a small area around it. I was able to see the arms retreat to shield the figure's eyes from the blinding light.

I stood up, grabbed a large textbook on the desk beside my bed to hurl at whatever it was that was violating my personal space and turned around to confront the threat. I saw the blond hair of the figure and had an idea who this was. I put the book down and dimmed the light. "Benji?" I ask the stranger, "Is…is that you?" The brightness of the light lowered, the blond haired stranger took his hands away from his face and it turns out he is Benji. "Yeah, it's me," he says, opening his arms while resting on his side, "Now come here and show me some love." I get beneath the covers and lay down before sliding over to into my friend's arms. He wraps his arms around me and holds my face close to his chest. I look up at his face and ask, "What are you doing here?" He chuckles, "I came to see my favorite little buddy who I know is oh so lonely since his parents away for so long. As your giant friend, I'm supposed to keep you safe and protected whenever possible. Tonight is our night, I'll be here to snuggle with you while you sleep."

I was happy to know Benji would be here to keep me company and cuddle up with me for tonight. I love hugging people, but I've never snuggled with another guy before, which was always a fantasy of mine that didn't require romance or erotic behavior. As I wrap my arms around him, I feel a bottle-shaped object in the back pocket of Benji's shorts and quickly jolt my hands away from there. He looks at me and smiles, "Aww, you don't need to be shy. If you wanted to caress my buttcheeks, I wouldn't argue because I trust you." I shake my head, "That's not what I felt, I felt something solid and glassy, almost like a bottle."

That statement made Benji sit up on his knees and lift me up onto mine. He reaches towards his back pocket. "I was actually going to show this to you anyways," he says, pulling out a bottle filled with some type of liquid I've never seen before. "What is it?" I ask him.

Benji hands the bottle to me so I can gaze and wonder what it is. "It's something that'll totally blow your mind," he says, "Teddy, this is a shrinking serum." I look at him. "What?" He continues, "If it penetrates your skin or is ingested, it causes the one who came in contact with it to shrink and become smaller." I stare at the contents of the bottle and ponder the thought of shrinking.

"Has anyone already been affected by it?" I ask. Benji nods, "That kid Jack Benson was the first one. Scotty showed me and the guys and one of them found what we thought could cure the problem. It turns out the "antidote" in this bottle was actually what makes people shrink when Spencer, Alex, Josh, Ciaran and Brendan got splashed by it when I was going to make sure it was what we hoped it was." "Where are they now?" I ask. Benji smiles again, "Scotty has Jack right now, I'll meet up with them tomorrow and the other boys are at home with me…well with my dirty laundry."

He pauses and slides close to me. "Just imagine if you got hit by it Teddy," he says with a slightly seductive tone, "You'd be smaller than you are now and your blond behemoth here would have to take care of you and protect you at all times. You'd be completely in my care and never have to worry about being threatened by bullies or tortured by some of those nasty jocks in gym class ever again." Benji knows about my fantasy of being a little guy (smaller than I am now) who would need a big strong giant to protect him and take care of him. I wouldn't have to be too tiny, just small enough to be even more of living teddy bear than I am now. If this serum does what Benji says it does, I could finally live out this fantasy that has eluded me for so long. At the same time, I feel bad for the guys who have been shrunken and I want to help them. Maybe I can help find the real cure to the shrinking dilemma and maybe shrink a feel bullies along the way for some payback. Should I listen to my fantasy or my heart?

I shake my head, "Benji…I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to tap into my inner fantasy and convince me to shrink myself so you can overpower me and make me a little slave like you probably plan to do to the other guys." Benji looks at me and laughs, "Silly Teddy, what gave you that idea?" I continue, "Don't play dumb. I've read stories about these kinda scenarios of a guy shrinking over the internet. They end up getting captured by a horny giant who may or may not have been a friend of theirs only to become his living sex toy or foot insole. Rarely do I see a scenario where a giant will help the shrunken guy out. Sure, maybe it sounds crazy, but I have reasons to believe this could happen if I shrink for you."

Benji puts the serum on the bedside desk closer to his end and then takes his shirt off in front me, showing his impressive physical stature to me in the dim light. "And you think I couldn't overpower you now, when you aren't shrunken?" he says, giving me a mischievous grin. "Benji…" I ask, "What are y-" He cuts off my talking as he tackles me back onto the mattress, pinning me to it. He just laughs as he sees me struggling to free myself. "Maybe you're right," the large teen admits, "maybe I am looking for some little guys to use for 'personal' reasons. But I promise you that if you did shrink, I wouldn't subject you to all those nasty things I would make the others do. I'd be your guardian giant and you'd be my playful little pet."

Benji sighs and goes on, "It doesn't matter. You're still completely helpless and unable to fight the shear bulk of my body. If I wanted to, I could seriously do some damage to your fragile little self. But I'm your playful 'giant' friend, and just want to mess with you for fun." He drops his weight on me and smothers me beneath his chest before rolling off by my side and pulling me into his big, beefy arms. I love all this intimate-like playtime we're sharing together, I don't want it to end, but there business needs to be tended to.

"Benji," I say. He looks down at me and lets me continue. "Tomorrow," I say, "I'm gonna go find a cure to the shrinking serum. So we can fix the mess the others are trapped in. I'm friendly with a few of the science nerds, so chances are one of them will know about the serum and might have an anti-dote. Can we, please?" As much as my blond haired, slightly power hungry friend would love to have his friends squirm beneath his feet or become prisoners to his boxers, he still knows that he should do the right thing, and he wouldn't want to disappoint me when my mind is made up. "Okay," he says, "We'll find one together and we'll get the guys back to normal."

I flip off the bedside lamp and allow Benji to take me into his arms once more. He snuggles me close while I get to nuzzle myself against his bare chest for the remainder of the night.

"I got it from a friend of mine," Benji tells me, "I want you to try some of it." "But WHAT is it?" I ask again. He smiles and pours some of the liquid into the cap, "It's a surprise, I think you'll like it. Go on…" I hold the cap and look at him one more time. "It's not an alcoholic is it?" I ask, "You know I refuse to drink those kinds of drinks." He shakes his head, "Nope, it's not. But it's special and unlike any other liquid you've ever drank in your life."

I'm curious to know what it is. So, trusting my friend, I take a small sip of the liquid from the cap and swallow. "It tastes kinda strange, nothing like I've ever tasted before." Benji smiles again and hugs me close. As I close my eyes and try to wrap my arms around him again, his chest seems to have gotten larger, I soon can't wrap my arms around it completely. Infact, I soon feel Benji getting even larger and open my eyes again to confirm this.

(Benji"s POV)

I was broken out of my reverie by a thump at my bedroom door. I snatched up the cage containing my tiny classmates and placed it on the ground, then took a heap of dirty laundry and dumped it over them to hide them from view.. I wasn't letting anyone intefere with my game at this point.

There was a chorus of cries from inside the cag, i don't know if it was the whiplash of being thrown to the ground so quickly or the smell of my jockstrap that had them squeaking, I just raced to the door and yanked it open.

"Oh!" I said in suprise. "It's you. Come in, man.."

(Benji's POV)

I opened the door and pulled Kyle into my arms, pecking him on the lips. "You picked the perfect time to come over, dude. Come take a look at what I've got.."

Hot, blond and just a few inches shorter than me, Kyle was the perfect boyfriend. Not only did we get along great and make each other's dreams come true in bed, but we'd had the same burning desire to be pet owners all our lives. Today, our greatest wish was finally going to come true.

I let Kyle kick off his sandals by the door, showing off his beautiful big feet, and I lead him into the room.

"No way!" His jaw dropped as I unveilled the cage containing our tiny friends. "This is unreal.. I was starting to think this day would never come."

Leaving the cage on the ground, I strolled around to Kyle and put my arm around his waist, stroking his side. I smirked at the nervous tinies as we towered over them, two blond behemoths. "Believe it, buddy. They're all one hundred percent our property now. Their little lives are in our hands.."

(Benji's POV)

I couldn't wait to have fun with our new toys, so I unlatched the cage door and lunged right in, grabbing the first little guy who fell into my grasp. It was Josh, my designated foot pet.

"How bout a little game of dare?" I said to Kyle with a devious grin. He nodded, smiling back and wiggling his toes. "I dare you, my big barefoot sex god, to put your sandals back on and keep this little guy under your sole for an entire hour while we have fun, without acknowledging him."

Kyle agreed, and grabbed his sandals from by the door with excitement. Josh was less enthusiastic, being submitted to the bare sole of a powerful giant he'd just met, so I pinned him down on the bed of my boyfriend's footwear while Kyle slid his sexy bare foot in on top of Josh.

We both took a second to laugh at Josh's barely audible squeals for help, then started the game of ignoring him completely.

After exchanging a quick but kiss, we walked hand-in-hand to the other side of the room and sat to play Xbox for a while..

(Benji's POV)

It was funny, trying to focus on the screen in front of me with the sound of Josh's pitiful little cries for help coming from under Kyle's big foot. I knew he wanted to laugh too, but we kept on playing the video game and talking casually about school.

"Something just occurred to me." He said after five minutes of idle talk. "You ought to take a dare too, since I'm doing so well."

I was intrigued. "I'm up for anything."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you pick a lucky little pet from our collection and.. keep him under your armpit for the entire hour. Breaks, no fresh air for him, no laughing for you."

"You're on!" I stomped right on over to the cage, where my pets were huddled together in fear. I guess they'd overheard my dare. "No use trying to hide, squirts." I swung the little cage door open and stuck my hand in. "My pits haven't seen a bar of soap in days, haha. Eenie, meenie, miney.. Alex!"

My fist shot forward and extracted Alex's kicking, begging body out, placing him snugly in my sweaty pit..

(Benji's POV)

I had a sudden idea.

I hurriedly crossed the room and locked my bedroom door, then returned to Kyle, lacing my arms over his shoulders. "I've been waiting so long for us to have our own little pet collection at our disposal. Now that we have, there's only one thing I can think about."

I pressed my lips against his, gently sucking his tongue into my mouth. God, his breath smelled good. The feel of his arms pulling me in, making our fronts nudge, sent a rush of warmth to my crotch.

I took my arm from around his neck and slid my hand over his stomach, lightly cupping that big, mouth-watering bulge in the front of his shorts. I heard his groan quietly as our lips mashed together, kissing and sucking, tongues stroking passionately.

"You know what would make this so much hotter..?"

(kyle's POV)

I'm still in shock and awe and the new toy benji and I have as he cups my growing bulge in my shorts and look at him with a devious smile.
"dude that guy's gonna be wresling the biggest cock known to mankind. I say hell ya!"

The tiny guy's eyes widen with horror as both of the blond giants continue their massive makeout session and wiggles like mad as he see benji unbuckling kyle's belt with such passion that it looks like he practically ripping them off and then looks down at the massive leaking snake hidden in the pants. "no NO! you can't do this! this is inhumane!" the little guy squeaks and squirms in benji's grip.
Then suddenly he drops and falls and falls down into darkness and lands where a giant monster leaking like mad is lurking hungerly.

"Fuck yeah I feel him in there hhaha! he's not moving around much though, we might need to do something to make it happen buddy." kyle leans in and pins benji down and tops him on the bed buring his crouch against his and kissing him on the lips* "how do you wanna play with him?"

Alex's POV

What has happened to me,I'm lost and in Benji's room,with his boyfriend.
He was picked up and bought up the Kyle's face and watched as an evil smile grew across his face,you heard him say.
"hay Benji we should put him in a condom,while we have sex".
'OK,I'll go get one".
He returns with a condom,he gives it to Kyle,who drops you in and smiles as he slides it onto his huge,hot,throbbing dick.
"AH it feels so good'.he screams.
Now comes the part you feared the most,you look out of your clear prison and see Benji's huge ass appear and you feel the walls of the condom enclose around you as it enters his ass.You hear the moans of pleasure from both boys and you hear a most dreadful sound and the vibrations confirm your fears,a torrent of fresh,hot cum rushes out of his cock as he climaxes into the condom,you are smothered in his thick man juice and you stink of it too.

Kyle's POV

"Oh god that was great,but now I'm out of cum,Benji,could I use one of your slaves to make more".
"Well…………..

(I will use your POV idea as it works for me.)

Ashley's POV

Ashley is suddenly pulled out and is standing in Kyle's huge hand, he can hear him talking about stuffing home into a condom and being used like a sex toy, the whole idea sent a shiver down his spine, this maybe the most frightening thing in my life but what can he do, these giants have have load of control over me I think to my self.

Suddenly I'm stuffed into a condom it's all hot and stuffy and smells like rubber as they do anyway.

The next minute I can I see his dick come into the condom I'm completely stuck this is not going to be nice, I can hear the giants laughing and screaming with such excitement I'm. 19 I should be making my own mind up not them.

Suddenly Ashley sees what looks like a black hole, in and out as the whole shaft fills with his ass, I can feel his dick harden suddenly he comes all over me, I smell just like his cum I hate this "help" I scream I cannot be heard, it's tight like nothing I have felt before, in and out non stop, I am glad that I'm inside a condom but it's not nice.

Kyle's POV

"Benij that feels so good can I have a ago.

You find yourself in your best friend's pocket until class is over. When it finally ends it's break and Scotty goes out onto the school grounds and sits under the shade of a tree. You feel a groping hand reach into the pocket and you grab onto Scotty's finger. He lifts you out and places you on his lap. "Sorry for that, I couldn't risk getting you taken away as a toy." He explains looking down at you.

You nod, "What am I gonna do? I can't stay like this! I'll eventually be crushed for sure!" You panic. Scotty gives you a slight shake, "Hey! What are WE gonna do! You're in this with me. And nobody is gonna hurt my bud while you're with me!" Scotty says.

You gain control of yourself and smile up at your buddy, "Thanks man. If I'm gonna be tiny, I'm glad I'm tiny with someone like you."

"Nah, don't mention it. What are friends for? After all we've been buddies since elementary haven't we?"

You smirk, "Been raising hell for that long have we?"

Scotty chuckles, remembering the times you've shared.

You weren't bad kids, you just liked a little excitement now and then….but never at others' expense. You guys always made sure everyone got in on the laugh. Sometimes even the teachers. It was almost spring break, and Scotty and you had planned to go on vacation together. Guess those plans would have to be canceled, you hoped he wouldn't blame you.

The bell rang, "Bye Jacky-boy, see you later. Don't get discouraged, I promise we'll fix this." He says as he lowers you back into his pocket.

The next peroid is foreign studies and in walks 2 19 yearold old south African rather cute guys, the guys are wearing flip flops plus there thongs they wear in there country of origin.

Unknown to Scotty Ashley has just slipped out of his pocket as he was trying to take a look at the cute dark skinned guys, for some reason Ashley starts to shrink again to about 2 inches tall looking at the giant sneaker and sandals of other guys, this is very scary to some one of his size, suddenly Ashley notics 2 huge flip flops coming towards him, he looks up to see one of the African guys doing a walk around the class, Ashley is a bit nervous coz he thinks he may get crushed by one of them, lucky for him he stops with a giant thud in front him, all Ashley can see is his huge flip flops and toes that are so huge, he decides it might be safer to try get into the giants flip flop and ride it out.

Ashley climbs up the flip flop the good thing about these flip flops is there is a heal strap attached to the giant foot, he climbs inbetween his toes and grabs hold of the thong just in time as he starts to walk again, Ashley really has to hold on tight coz each walk is like nothing like he has ever experienced before, all he can see is the lines around the giants toes and he can smell them as well, the smell is like feet that hasn't been washed for at least about 3 weeks, it's very disgusting for any one but when your 2 inches it's even worse; sometimes the toes would kind of scrunch up and Ashley is forced against them.

The African guy asked the lecture if he has some small sticky tape he needs to fix his flip flop thong he tells him, what Ashley doesn't know that he has seen him in his flip flop and he is planning on tapping him to his thong, he walk out of the door and picks up Ashley, he looks at him all over "Hmm little man me things you like me feet so I shall tape you to me thong of my flip flops".

Ashley looks in total shock as he places him back onto his flip flop standing up and tapes him down, it's taped down so hard Ashley can't even move to get him self free the African who's name Adisa slips his foot back into his flip flops and Ashley has no choice but smell Adisas feet, it's to much coz Adisa has started to sweat even more than before, all Ashley can do is just stay there as loads of sweaty foot smelling water falls down him, soon Ashley is smelling like Adisa's foot.

After the speech a privet helicopter lands in the playing field ready to take Adisa and his friend back to there south African college, Ashley looks as the 2 giants board there helicopter which takes them to there privet jet.

It seems like hours untill the jet touches down at South African airport, the 2 depart to head back to there college with Ashley stuck to Adisa's flip flop thong,

As soon as the 2 Africans get out of there cab poor tiny Ashley is hit by the heat that makes Adise sweat even more and the smell get stronger and stronger.

You spend the next ten-twenty minutes in Scotty's warm denim pocket. Your best pal doesn't wash his clothes as often as he might, so it doesn't exatly smell like a bed of roses in his cramped jeans pocket, but the scent of Scotty's B.O. is atleast something familiar, and it's oddly comforting in this vulnerable time. You stay curled up in the corner of his pcket, leaning against the wall of denim which is warm with Scotty's body heat, waiting for him to meet with this science whiz he has arranged to talk to.

Finally, a few giant fingers startle you as you're fished out of the pocket and umped on a cold bench in the science room. "Here he is." Scotty says to another thin, pale kid who wears glasses and a nervous expression.

"Oh, boy.. If word about this gets out, the science club could be in big trouble for some of the.. unorthodox experiments we've been trying out. I'll help you, but not a word of this can leave the school. Understand?"

You look uncertainly from the science geek to Scotty, who nods impatiently. "Yeah, whatever, just help my friend."

"Alright.." The other boy takes off his glasses, wipes sweat from his forehead, and with a grave expression, begins to mix some chemicals together. Solutions fizz and bubble. White steam billows out of viles and the geek's hands work hypnotically, hurriedly mixing and dousing, all the while his eyes flicker from the door to you, making sure no-one is passing by. "Okay." He finally says, handing a half-full vile of luminous yellow liquid to Scotty. "Take him home - I don't want anything to do with this from here on out - and feed him the solution. It should reverse the imbalance and return him to normal. He should only need a sip, but if it doesn't do the trick, give him a little more. Flush anything you don't use. i gotta go."

And with that, the science club member hurries out the door with his backpack. Scotty swishes the vile, pinched between his huge fingers. "Let's go, little buddy." he says, and returns you to his warm pocket for the anxious trip back to his place..

Scotty is hurrying toward the school exit when Clay, a burly quarterback with greasy blond hair and a permanently hostile look on his face, moves him bulky frame into the doorway. "Where you goin', faggot?" Scotty tries not to look him in the eye, and moves to walk around the tower of muscle. But Clay puts one over-sized hand on the kid's shoulder and moves him a big step back. "What's that ya got in your hand? Is that a present for me?"

From inside your buddy's warm pocket, you hear Scotty try to argue indignantly, but you can tell from Clay victorious 'Uh-HUH!' that he has the glowing vile in his big, meaty hand.

"What is this, faggot? A love potion for your boyfriend?" The bully says, and a few of his goons snicker from the corner.

"It's not for you!! Give it back or I'll.. I'll.." Scotty flounders, knowing there's no-one he can ask for help.

Clay and his buddies laugh rauciously as he unscrews the lid of the vile, swishes it around in the light for a moment, and..

Scotty watches in horror as Clay throws the solution - your only hope at returning to normal size - into his mouth and gulps it down with a single bob of his huge Adam's apple. He wipes his lips with the back of his sleeve, leans into Scotty's face and burps. "Ahh.. That was refreshing. Got anything else for me, wimp?"

Clay and all his buddies laugh rauciously as Scotty stares forward in horror. It isn't long before Clay himself stops laughing, and looks down worriedly at his body. His massive hands feel across his stomach, then his face, then his arms.

"Something.. Something's happening.. What the fuck did you put in that drink, faggot??" He looks angrily at Scotty, who's backing away in terror.

"I told you not to drink it!!"

Clay's breathing becomes heavier and heavier, his usually stoney expression changing for once in his life to fear. You can't stand the suspense - You poke your head out of Scotty's pocket and watch as, before your very eyes..

Scotty's look of horror turns to a smile of satisfaction as he watches the once proud lunkhead jock shrink til he's even smaller than Jack! His buddies are too stunned by what they have just seen to move. But they hear Clay's squeaky screams and insults up to giant Scotty. "What have you done to me!? You fucking faggot!! Guys, Get this fucker!" Says the tiny ringleader of sweaty jocks.

But reacting quickly before the jocks can converge on him, Scotty knocks Clay to the ground with his foot and pins him underneath his shoe. "Back off, all of you! You've already fucked up my friend's once chance to get help!!" He glares down at Clay underneath his shoe, years of hatred and pent up rage from he and his friends being bullied showing in his face. "It wouldn't be hard to squash you Clay….If you don't tell your boys to back off I'll do it!! I mean it!!" Scotty thunders down, applying more pressure onto Clay's screaming form.

One of the jocks raises his hands up, "Hey man, We don't even like the guy that much…..We'll be leaving now…" The group of jocks with a quick glance down at Scotty's shoe, start to turn around. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!? COME BACK HERE AND HELP ME!!!" He screams from underneath Scotty's ratty shoe as the ones he thought to be his friends left him to an unknown fate.

"Hmph….Some friends ya got there Clay….Now….I'm gonna take you and teach you a lesson!" Scotty says removing his foot and scooping Clay up. Scotty then puts a screaming Clay in his other pocket, separating him from his best friend. He then goes into the bathroom and sits in a stall, removes his shoe and dingy sock, revealing an unwashed smelly foot dripping sweat and odor.

Scotty brings Clay out and brings him up to his smirking face. "I would pity you, my feet sure can produce a raunchy smell….But ya know what?" Scotty brings him closer to his face, "You deserve to be treated like you treat everyone else, As if you're nothing but a bug underfoot! Fit only to be tormented by the lowest part of my body! Ha ha!" Scotty laughs as he drops Clay into his damp, crusty sock.

Clay's face screws up in horror as Scotty, laughing, drops the tiny ex-bully in his rancid sock and brings his sweaty toes wriggling toward the opening. You can hear the once manly jock's voice cracking in terror as he screams up at his giant teen owner, trying to retain his dignity but sounding just as pathetic as he is.

Scotty forces the sock over his offensive toes and pulls the tongue of his ratty sneaker forward, jamming his foot in.

"That ought to take him down a notch, atleast till we get him home." he grins down at you. You've never seen this side of your friend before, and it startles you a little. But you're grateful that you didn't end up drinking the defective formula, and years of resentment towards the school's biggest bully fuel your sick enjoyment of Clay's torture.

Scotty marches home, feeling on top of the world with a tiny little muscle-jock squirming like a bug under his rank foot. When he finally closes his bedroom door, dumps you on the bed and fishes out his new little toy, he decides to..