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Paul was surprised that the shrinking suit worked, now he was off to explore the world from a new perspective
Drink me - part 01 - a shrinking sequence
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The app - first aid after Chocolates
The shrinking has begun!
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Unwanted - a transformationcomic
You shouldn’t take anything from strangers. But what’s the consequence?
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Lars is shocked about Kevins bad game. But now it’s too late.
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Kevin knows what to do now! But Lars is still scared about his giant master!
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A Little Diddy I Just Spun Together
(I wrote this for someone who messaged me complimenting my stories; it's the least I can do for the feedback. I'm hoping he liked it, and I'm hoping he doesn't mind me sharing it here.) So, lemme just sling something together real quick... Let's say you hire a trainer to help you get back in shape. You're blown away when you meet him: 6'4", muscles you can see through the sweatshirt he's wearing, blue eyes that make your stomach tingle and a perfect smile he's not shy about hiding. He shakes your hand and you're blown away by how HUGE his big mitt is, how much smaller yours is in his. There's such a sense of power in his grip, of control. You try to keep your wits about you though, trying to keep this professional.
First session he shows up in a revealing tank top, and you can tell almost right away what kind of guy he is. He's the guy who's still tan in the dead of winter. He's the kind of guy who could eat a box of donuts and get two more abs. He was the first kid in school to get muscles, the guy in high school girls (and guys) were writing about in their diaries but he had no idea. He's never noticed how easily he gets his way, just by putting a firm hand on somebody's shoulder, flashing that smile, and using a calm, stern voice.
Almost from the first set you realize his training is very "hands on." He's always really close to you while you're lifting. You curl, and he stands behind you, guiding your arms. While you squat, he grips your torso, drops down with you. Every position he's in seems to hammer home JUST how much bigger he is than you, feeling his solid weight behind you, feeling like he's surrounding you on all sides. When you both stand up, he just keeps on standing, casting you in shadow. It's all you can do to keep yourself together. Still, you surprise even yourself with how obedient you are to his instructions. You adhere strictly to his diet, not wanting to disappoint him (and pushing for the spiritual cookie that is his warm grin when he comments how much progress you've made). You take the weird powders and pills he gives you, and you really start to see results... veins in your arms standing out, a breadth to your chest and shoulders you've never had before.
You start standing a little taller now--except when he's around. Next to him you feel like a candle near a bonfire. You show up to the gym a couple months into training, surprised when he tells you that instead of heavy leg day, you're getting a bonus day of rest. "Rest is when we grow," he assures you. "And with all the progress you've made, you've earned a day off." You're relieved (you hate heavy leg day!) but confused, but when he guides you by the shoulder toward the steam room and tells you he'll be joining you, you're too overcome with jitters to question it.
It's just the two of you in the steam room, sitting across from each other, and you try not to stare, but the way he's sitting, legs spread, the towel just threatening to open wide and show you everything he's got under there, you can't help but keep him in your peripheral. Then he clears his throat, sits forward, upper body tense for a second, and he grins at you so huge the blood rushes from your head.
"Just gonna put something in the steam really quick," he says, pulling hidden in his towel and holding it over the steam jet. A thick milky white cloud blasts out and swallows you up. Suddenly you can't see him, or the floor, or anything; it's like your drowning in white. You gasp for air, huffing in the hot humidity, and everything fades out... ...when you wake again, you're lying in a shallow pool of warm, salty water. You feel fine except for massive disorientation and some dizziness. And you're naked! There's a haze in the air, preventing you from getting your bearings. You pull yourself to your feet and look around.
The room is huge--the ceilings look impossibly high, miles away. And as you're staring up, something familiar comes into view. It's your trainer! He's the size of a building, and though his face looks about a mile or so away, you can still make it out clearly. You're too overcome with the sight to do anything as he reaches down and snatches you up, his big hands tightening gently but firmly around you.
You're too scared to struggle, and his fingers hold you so snugly you're not sure you could move much if you tried. Your stomach drops out as he lifts you up, a dizzying flight through the air as he starts walking. To you, you're traveling at a high speed, impossibly high off the ground. You can't help but pee a little... and you pray he doesn't feel it dribbling through his fist. Maybe you're so tiny that he doesn't even notice.
Outside the steam room you feel cool air and you swallow big gulps of it, your pulse pounding in your temples. You're immediately disoriented with the speed you're moving, and by the glimpses of the world outside his fist that you get through his fingers. But a minute or so later you hear a familiar click and a squeak, like the sound of the lockers in the men's room opening but at a different volume and register.
You hear the sounds of massive items rustling and moving around you, then you're plunked unceremoniously on a hard metal floor. You spin around, taking in the size of the room you're standing in. It takes a second for you to realize that the massive chamber behind you is actually the gym's dinky little lockers. In front of you, your trainer fills up every inch of your view with his massive muscular body.
He leans in close, his warm, sweet breath blasting at you in big bursts, and then his massive tongue snakes from his mouth, starts at your feet and drags slowly upward. He slurps loudly afterward. "Mmmmm," he purrs, and you shiver at the idea that he was just tasting you. He's only wearing compression shorts, and he reaches forward to snatch you again. You wish for freedom, want just to talk to him, to ask him what's going on, but then his hand tilts. You look down and see him tugging open the waistband of his compression shorts with one finger, and you see the impossibly huge cock and thick heavy balls tucked in there. You'd been dying to see them since you met him, and you're bowled over by their magnitude now.
Suddenly the pressure from the hand holding you is gone, and your arms grab wildly at the air as you fall straight downward, landing on the soft mass in his shorts with a light thud. He moans (the solid warmth around you vibrates) and lets his waistband snap back. The compression shorts hold you firmly against his cock. You can feel his pulse through veins the size of drainpipes. You panic for a moment, confined and overwhelmed by the heat, but then the rhythm of his bloodflow and of his weight shifting as he walks lulls you, almost hypnotically.
Outside his clothes you hear him going through the gym, greeting people. You wonder if you could scream to get their attention, if anyone could help you now, or even if you wanted them to. That's when you realize: after your sessions with him, your trainer always went through his own workout! And now you're along for the ride. You nestle in, still bewildered but thrilled at the same time, as you hear him grunting, his gigantic muscles flexing. His scent is your air and you marinate in his sweat.