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Football player spectacular #8:
Billy knew better, at his reduced size, than to even try to tackle any of the towering players.
Football player spectacular #9:
"Mikey! What the fuck happened to you??"
Giant and tiny cowboy fun -- a variant of my first ever video render!
"Yeah, squirm you shrunken little piggy. Fight all you want, your tiny little cop ass is mine."
Toy-sized little muscle men. I know my fingers would roam their little bodies if they were within reach.
When you're the size of a hand, you don't have much say as to what that hand does to your body, no matter how many muscles you have.
"So do you like big boots, little fella?"
The tiny muscle man loved being trapped under his giant master's socked feet. When he was full sized everyone feared him and now, he could be crushed in an instant under his owner's rank dress socks.
Big muscles don't matter when you're caught inside a man's hand. And Big Daddy's not going to let that little muscle man any go.
"Please! Please! Let me go!!"
Isn't it hot to see a normally big strong muscular now smaller than a dwarf? You better believe that little man is going to teach the littler man who's the boss around here.
Sometimes, the big strong muscular beardy strongman enjoys being reduced, and being at the mercy of a now-gigantic man's boots.
Don't forget to put your tiny bearded juiced lifter in your bag when you go to the gym.
Though Barry loved when his gym crush, Adam, was this towering 6'7" muscle jock, once Adam shrunk, things changed significantly. Somehow Adam became even hotter. Cuter. He just had to have Adam. He confessed how he felt for Adam. Adam, in his newly reduced state, admitted to Barry that now that Barry was a comparative giant, he had an inexplicable urge to explore every inch of Barry's expansive furry body. Barry picked Adam up in his hands. Their lips touched. "You sure you want this, little fella?" Barry heard the words coming out of his mouth, shocked at how bizarrely dominant it came out. Adam's reduced manhood poked at his chest. He looked at the tiny bearded face. He knew. They kissed passionately, and he never let Adam go.
"Don't worry. Daddy's got you."
Eli was having a bad enough time having suddenly and inexplicably shrunk down to about a sixth of his size in the middle of the most important game of the year. But suddenly a huge mammoth foot came down. Shit, it was the opposing team's quarterback, Damon.
"Aw look at the tiny little chunky man," he heard the giant's voice say, the giant's socked foot poking his reduced body.
"Be a good little shrimp and kiss my foot you little fucker."
Why does the idea of shrunken bearded muscle men at their giant chubby bears' socked feet get me hard?
No idea. It just does.
Why did Eric get hotter the smaller he got? Mark didn't know, but every inch Eric lost, the hotter Mark was for him. It was somewhere in the two-foot territory, when Eric lamented not being able to reach the door knob. That's when Mark kneeled.
"You've got all you need here, anyways."
Before Eric could protest, his senses were inundated with Mark's beard, his musk, his lust.
Part time muscle toy, part time Daddy's foot worshipper. He especially loved Big Daddy's rank dress socks after a long day of him being in the office.
When you're big, you can just carry off the men you want. What will they do to stop you?