James Absolutely Hated When I Shot Him A Text And Told Him To Cancel All Of His Plans But He'd Learned

James absolutely hated when I shot him a text and told him to cancel all of his plans but he'd learned by now that there was nothing he could do once I decided to stop by. When I walked in the room, he straightened up to his full height, flexed his massive torso and fixed a stern gaze on me. As I looked up at him, took in his mass and savored his heavy post-gym musk, I couldn't help but laugh. We both knew he wouldn't be the big beefy bear for long. He grunted, a deep sound he wouldn't be able to make in a few moments.

As soon as he caught a whiff of my mystical cologne his composure dissolved. Soon after, his muscles began to do the same, pound by pound evaporating from his form as his height condensed, his tattoos slid away, his beard and body-hair retracted. The boxer briefs he wore slid to the floor as his thick thighs slimmed. I caught a quick glimpse of his big meaty cock before it too drained away. One place mostly spared of the drain was his ass; part of the spell was that his new form would retain a relatively sizable, cushiony ass which looked almost ludicrous on his new form--that of a slight, smooth adult man with a big juicy booty.

I was barely what one could call average, but I felt like a titan next to James' petite new body. With one hand I shoved him backwards onto the bed with ease, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from him but no resistance.

After that display of force (and the resulting hurt and nervous look on my newly little guy's face) I crawled onto the bed, hovered over him for a moment before kissing him deeply, scooping his little head up in one palm to pull him into it. He dissolved into my embrace--not literally, of course, although if I used another of my formulas I could absolutely achieve that--and his legs spread apart almost instinctively.

Once my magical cologne and I were out of range, he'd grow back to his old form, get his tattoos and fur and brawn back, but the idea that I could take them away at any time would linger with him until the next time I decided to stop in. Since the formula also made him unbelievably horny and exponentially more sensitive, he'd be overwhelmed by pleasure for hours as well. Trading his big bear body for a submissive form and more pleasure than his little brain could handle would be something he would always feel torn about--until, of course, I got my hands back on him. Then there was no doubt about how much I owned him, and how much he loved it.

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More vids starring me?

Those few upshot vids I posted of myself have generated a lot of attention, so I’ve got to ask: if I were to do more, what would you like to see me doing?

Upshot stuff, wearing different things for giant-play, that sorta stuff. I was also thinking maybe down the road getting some over-sized clothing and pretending I’m shrinking out of it.

Would love to hear requests, and I’m 100% willing to take commissions as well.

You’d expect it to be cool to the touch, but my statue still gives off heat. The sensation’s a little unnerving when you place your hand on it. Put your ear on its chest and you can still hear a heart beating. But a few raps with your fist will disabuse any admirer of the idea that this little art installation is anything more than a clever art project made with some interesting tricks.

No one ever does ouf course, but if you were to place your lips against the statue’s, a connection would made. Inside your head you’d hear a man’s frantic, breathy voice panting like he just biked up a mountainside. He’d desperately tell you that he’s not a statue, that he has a name--Allen--and some lunatic (me) lured him here with a modeling contract and coated him with a spray that turned him into living stone. And if you were to pull down the still-warm posing trunks and place your tongue on its solid stone penis, you’d create another connection. See, this statue that used to be a man still possesses the ability to feel, magnified a thousand times. Since it’s made of stone, no sensation ever truly fades away. “Allen” as the statue used to be called still feels every sensation from every touch since he assumed that position with exponential intensity. Place your whole warm wet mouth around his stone penis and you’d hear that same breathy voice moan and scream in ecstasy no human man has ever felt. It must be an exquisite torture, I’d imagine. But no one ever does, of course. No one except the artist.

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Allen Richards

As your muscular new conquest Mike left to shower part of you hoped that it wouldn’t happen. The sex after a few drinks was so good and in spite of his massive physique and 6'2" stature he was a natural bottom. But you knew your cum was cursed, ever since you left your short ex with the harsh words that you wanted to ‘Ride some bigger muscle boys’ while you were still young. 

The other part of you was already rock hard, knowing what was coming next. By the time the doorknob to the bathroom rattled you were already jacking off, ready. The 4'8" Mike now waddled out confidently, a short wall of dwarf muscle. He dropped his towel and you smiled at the regular sized cock reaching easily below his knees. You slid your legs off the side of the bed and positioned yourself accordingly for the only thing that truly got you off anymore : Being dominated by a shorter guy. 

As Mike rode you, you picture the local gay bar now full of jacked dwarves lusting for you and imagine how satisfying it’ll be to transform the last few tall blokes so they can take you all at once. 

JR was in the locker room with his teammates, celebrating their win, when he got the text:

“Great game fella. It was nice to watch you play again. Care to meet up with an old buddy?”

The number wasn’t saved in his contacts (he’d deleted it when he thought he was finally rid of him) but he knew the number by heart: Thad. He also knew there was no way to say no. An address showed up seconds later, a sports bar nearby, and JR knew he had to go, and soon.

Thad came outside at JR’s texted request; an NFL player walking in an hour after a big win would attract too much attention. Luckily Thad was merciful and met him outside. He strode confidently up to the passenger side and hopped into the car. Not a tall man, Thad had to build some momentum to hoist himself up into the lifted truck. JR clenched when he found the man’s gaze on him.

“Great to see you again buddy!” Thad said giving him a slap on the shoulder followed by a squeeze that lingered. Thad looked him up and down. “Jesus, even sitting down you look big. Way bigger than in college. The NFL sure is doing wonders for you!”

“Yes sir,” JR responded, ashamed that he’d snapped back to subservience to Thad without thinking. He couldn’t even look the smaller man in the face.

“Did you miss me?” Thad asked. JR nodded slowly like a scolded child. “Be honest.”

“No…” JR said quietly.

“I’ve got a hotel room. We’re headed there. Let’s go. I’ll tell you the directions on the way.”

JR shook his head. “I have a wife, kids… a life. This isn’t college anymore.”

“Wasn’t asking, big man.” Thad’s tone made JR shiver. “Call them. Tell them you’re meeting up with an old buddy.”

Hands shaking, JR lifted his phone and dialed his wife. Of course she protested, but when Thad told JR, he just hung up. Once he’d gotten through this, he’d tell her some lie, take her on a vacation. He was far more afraid of Thad than of his wife.

Back in college Thad was a shrimpy weirdo who sat next to JR in a philosophy class. JR could tell right away the little guy had eyes for him--women and men had been swooning for his big football player body and confident swagger since he hit early puberty at age 14 and was bigger than most men--so he knew he could get what he wanted. Thad took notes for JR, let him cheat during tests, did all of his work. Then one day Thad approached JR with self-confidence he’d never had before. He told JR to come to his dorm room to pick up his midterm essay rather than just bringing it to class. And when JR got there, Thad revealed the mystical little tricks he’d learned from an old Tibetan book he’d found at the library.

Now, JR just did as he told, driving to the skeevy little motel on the edge of town. Luckily the door to Thad’s room opened right to the parking lot so JR Sweezy wouldn’t be seen dragged through a lobby by a feminine little queer.

Once inside the door, JR quickly locked it and pulled the shades. Thad just snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. JR took his spot, sweat pouring from his brow.

“You know all this mass is just too damned much…” Thad said feeling JR up, grabbing his ass, poking his belly, grabbing his massive arms. “And this hair,” he said running a hand up JR’s shirt, running his fingers through the coat of fur up there. “Ew. Plus, what’s a guy like you gonna do with a cock this size?” Thad’s other hand fished JR’s sizeable dick out of his pants and swatted it back and forth. JR flinched.

“You know what type of guys I like,” Thad said, crossing his bony arms over his insignificant chest. Then he winked and it happened.

Suddenly JR felt like he was sinking although he hadn’t moved an inch. The room around him seemed to rise as his gaze fell to below Thad’s chest. Thad was 5’5”; JR tried not to do the math for his own new height.

As he shrunk, JR felt his body getting more compact. His gut reduced, replaced by abs. Veins snaked up his arms as his skin tightened. Worst of all his big dick shrank away to a little nub and his ass firmed up--and deep within his ass, JR felt a sudden hypersensitivity, an itch, growing in intensity, he was desperate to scratch.

Meanwhile JR’s clothes shifted like warm wax. His pants melted away while his boxer briefs pulled up into a speedo with a drawstring and net panels over his hips. His shirt receded, the shoulders hardening, until it assumed its new form: a minimalist set of football pads with the words “American Football” on the front--probably as a joke. Thad reached out a hand and ran it over JR’s new muscletwink body, tracing along his abs. With every touch, JR’s mind went wild--he could barely think, and if one finger could do that much…

With little effort Thad hoisted little JR up and tossed him on the bed. “That’s how I like my men. Ripped and easy to throw around.” Instinctively JR flipped over and his ass rose into the air. Thad put his face over it, inhaled deeply, and traced JR’s crack with an invasive tongue.

“You smell good, JR… taste even better…”

Hours later, Thad shoved little JR off. He’d done something, made it so JR couldn’t cum. Every time Thad had pounded JR’s little ass, he’d gotten even more lost in a haze of horniness and sensation he hadn’t felt in years--since college. While Thad headed to the bathroom to piss, JR lay on the bed, wriggling uncomfortably. His body was desperate to get fucked again.

“Don’t worry little man,” Thad called from the bathroom over the sound of his peeing. “I’m gonna call for a pizza and see if the delivery boy won’t fuck you. Then we’re gonna parade you around to every other room in this place and see if anybody else wants a turn on that ass.”

When Thad came back to the bed he licked a finger and probed JR’s ass for fun, making the little man squirm. “Man, did I miss this… It could be days before I get tired of playing with you at this size, if ever!”

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Hi! Big fan of your stories. Would you consider flipping the script and writing about a a beefy stud being shrunken down by his fuck buddy who bottoms and happened to lace his hole with some special lube or something which shrinks his beefy top buddy down as small as a butt plug (or maybe even into a butt plug)for the bottom to use as he pleases? I have this visual of the bottom’s hole looking tight to the cocky top and then appearing large and gaping when he’s tiny and right beneath it

Love this scenario. Kind of wish @worldofsize would use it for inspiration for a montage--but while it’s in my head, maybe I’ll work on it!