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Always Small (M4B Redux)
Note: The following macro story is based on a favorite of mine called "Always Small" If you know who wrote the original version please let me know so that I can credit him here. Thanks!
As far back as I can remember, I have always been small. I am a tiny guy (around
6 inches in height) living in a world of giants. I'm now in my mid 20s but I have no memory of my childhood or how I came to be this size. I had two best friends who were small like me and we spent several years together exploring this place and learning how to survive at our size. Unfortunately, my friends were more reckless than me. Tom made the mistake of getting too close to a giant's feet and was crushed beneath an enormous black leather boot. Albert was always the best climber in our group, but lost his footing one day while trying to impress us by scaling a very tall bookcase.
So now I am all alone and doing my best to make it in this massive apartment
building -- the only world I have ever known. I know there is so much more to this immense planet -- trees and grass and vast oceans -- but I have only seen them
on TV. Still, I guess I have to count my blessings. I am extremely fortunate to be in a modern, pet-free building that uses the latest non-chemical sound-wave technology to eliminate bugs and rodents. My friends and I used to live in constant fear of encountering a spider, mouse, etc. until the system was installed. So now my only challenge is a regular source of food and water. I have been extremely fortunate the past few years, having found my way into the apartment of a sweet elderly woman named Beatrice. She always leaves delicious things on the kitchen counter and often leaves a glass of water there too. This has made my life so much easier! But sadly Beatrice passed away today and they will soon be moving her things out of the apartment. I know that it might be weeks before a new tenant arrives and I can't wait that long for access to food and water so I must move on. Moving to a new place is always a long and difficult journey.....but I have no choice. So I am making my way to the air ducts once again.
I can’t see where I am going . . . it is pitch black and the heat is immense. But I keep struggling along, pushing myself further and further. I stick close to the wall in case the air flow increases and do my best to follow the bends of the metal chamber until I come across the next apartment vent. As I inch my way along this dark and endless pathway I suddenly hear a loud bang which vibrates all the metal walls around me. I realize I must be very close to the next apartment now and I can see some shafts of light ahead. As I make my way toward it, I hear another bang and the vibrations carry through my body. It’s a strange but pleasurable feeling that I have experienced many times before. In an unfamiliar place it can be a terrifying feeling knowing that a giant is near.....but also one that fills me with excitement. Though I never revealed it to my buddies, I’ve been attracted to guys for as long as I can remember. I have always secretly dreamed of being close and intimate with a male giant. I know it would be far too risky to ever let myself be seen by a giant.....but I can't help fantasizing about what it would be like to be touched and held by a manly gargantuan god. As I continued to day-dream I moved around another turn in the shaft and came upon the air vent. Finally I had reached the next apartment and I prayed that I still had the strength to bend one of the louvers enough to slip inside. Thankfully one of them was already slightly bent and I was able to squeeze through and drop to the carpet below without hurting myself. I ran to the nearby couch and hid under it as I heard a giant entering the apartment. The room lights came on and I crept up to the edge of the couch to try and steal a look at the next giant whose home I would be hiding in.
As the giant walked into the living room I looked up and could not believe my eyes! Was I still day-dreaming? I found myself staring up at a titanic African-American male "giant among giants." He was a towering and truly beautiful young black man (probably around my age) with smooth brown skin and a short fade haircut. He was so incredible to behold he completely took my breathe away! And my God . . . how stupendously tall he was! I had only seen two adult male giants in my life and he was much taller than either of them. He kicked off his Nike high-tops and one of them landed near the couch where I was hiding. I marveled at the size of his shoe and had to fight my great urge to climb right inside of it. I carefully walked closer to it though and was intoxicated by it's heat, it’s smell, and the knowledge it had just been on the young God's feet. Then I saw the label on the tongue of the shoe -- US size 17! Could this young black stud be a basketball player? I had seen the game on TV and knew that these amazing athletes must be among the tallest men on the planet. I could also tell (from his legs alone) that he must have an amazingly fit body. He was wearing long black shorts and his magnificently long and muscular legs seemed to rise above me for miles. His white wife-beater t-shirt showed off his amazing arms and the awesome definition of his chest. The beautiful young giant had a manly stride and although his face was still boyish, he had fully entered manhood and his obvious power and presence in the room were awe-inspiring. I quickly dashed back under the couch as his long legs made an effortless stride toward the couch. I watched the springs and fabric bulge down above me as he collapsed onto the sofa and I could see his long arm and huge hand reaching for the remote control. On went the TV and he sat there watching sports for hours. His massive, smooth brown legs looked like a huge expansion bridge as they stretched long and wide above me from the couch to the coffee table. After a while it seemed he had fallen asleep. I couldn't resist walking back to his huge shoe and crawling inside of it for a while.
In all the excitement I had forgotten how weak I had become from my long journey and not having eaten in quite a while. I was exhausted and without realizing it, fell asleep in the giant's shoe. Eventually I woke up bleary eyed and disorientated but quickly realized I was no longer inside the big guy's sneaker! As my eyes focused, I could see that I was surrounded . . . by glass! I stood up, wiped my eyes, and found myself inside a large empty fish tank. OMG . . . he must have found me in his shoe and put me here! What would I do? There was no escape. The tank was covered by a huge plastic lid and I didn't have any of my climbing tools. I was trapped! What would he do to me? Well at least I was still alive. For now...
I heard a muffled booming sound as his footsteps approached and vibrations ran through the table shaking my glass cage and shaking my insides to the core. His towering form appeared before me and he knelt down and peered though the fish tank at me -- his little captive. At least he didn't look angry or mean. His huge face looked like a Jumbo Tron TV screen or a billboard and was certainly handsome enough to be that of a professional model. He lifted the lid off of the tank and slowly lowered his hand down into it. It was an unbelievable sight . . . like the hand of God coming down through the clouds. Knowing there was nowhere for me to run I just stood there looking up at it . . . frozen in terror but also realizing I shouldn't do anything to make him mad. He gently curled his long fingers around me and slowly lifted me up into the air. I could tell he was being careful not to grip me too hard which gave me some relief that perhaps he would not hurt me. He placed me in his other hand and stared down at me shivering in his palm. He smiled a big brilliant white smile and then started prodding me a little with the tip of his index finger. "Never know what you might find inside a sneaker" he said with a little chuckle. He continued to touch my little body and lift my tiny arms and legs with his finger as if he was examining me to see if I was some sort of mechanical toy or something. He appeared to enjoy the total control he had over me. "This is incredible. You are actually a real flesh and blood little man." His deep voice and big beautiful brown eyes melted me and his handsome face had me completely entranced. I just couldn't stop staring and somehow my fear started turning into lust.
"So what do I do with a tiny little man like you, ey? he said with a mischievous look on his face. He lifted me up even higher until I was level with his face. I felt his warm moist breathe wash over me like a breaking tide. I could not surpress an overwhelming sense
of excitement! I had a rush of adrenaline pumping through my body, and I could feel my pulse racing. "Maybe I should eat you! But first I need to see how you taste. His beautiful big lips opened up and a huge tongue emerged and swiped across my entire body. It was a bizarre mix of being incredibly aroused and terrified at the same time. "Hmmmm . . . you taste pretty good little man" But relax . . . I was just kidding little guy . . . I'm not going to eat you. That would be nasty. But I can think of a lot of other fun things to do with you" he said with a big grin. "Speaking of food.....I bet you could use some huh? You look pretty spent. Let me get you a little something to get your strength up. You're going to need it" he said with a smile. He carried me into the kitchen and set me on the counter. He grabbed a sandwich out of the fridge and tore a piece off for me and poured some water into a bottle cap. After I wolfed everything down I looked up at my beautiful captor and thanked him.
He placed his hand, palm up, on the counter next to me and said "Hop on,
little guy" I did as I was told and he carried me into the living room and sat on the sofa once again. He gently deposited me onto the arm of the sofa while he got comfy. From my new vantage point I marvelled at the behemoth’s body and couldn’t help noticing the huge bulge in his shorts. He caught me staring and I could tell he was pleased by my adoration. He looked long and hard at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. I could tell he had plans for me. He pulled off his shirt and reached over for me, lifting me up with his thumb, index, and middle fingers and placing me on his mountainous chest. "I'm going to have a little fun with you now little one! I can tell you're in awe of my giant body. Hell, why wouldn't you be? So go ahead and explore it" he said boldly as he laid back and let his muscles heave and stretch. What should I do? I had never done this before! My fantasy instincts kicked in and I walked across his chest and between his abs, while he giggled a little as my little feet tickled him. His lungs seemed to spasm and I struggled to keep my footing. Before you could blink an eye my little expedition was over -- it was time for the big guy to take control now and have his fun with me. He curled his fingers around me and held me in front of his face again. "You're looking kinda scruffy little man. We're going to have to cut your hair and clean you up a little later. But first you need to please your new master." He placed me down on the floor at his huge feet. "Rub them little man . . . as hard as you can.” He was getting off, being so completely in control. I worked his meaty toes, rubbing and kneading the skin, then onto his sole, pushing myself against them. I heard him gently moaning, as he relaxed back into the sofa and quivered with the thrill. He was really enjoying this and as I looked up I could see he had placed his hand on his crotch, slowly rubbing back and forth. As he removed his hand, I saw his shorts tent, as something of unimaginable size kept growing bigger in there!
He reached his long arm down and picked me up again, placing me back on his abs. "Climb up my chest and play with my nipples, little pet". I happily did as I was
told . . . overjoyed at the chance to finally live out my ultimate fantasy. I rubbed
them slowly, placing my tiny hands around his dark brown football-sized nipples, which quickly became erect and hard as a rock. He let out a sigh and started to breathe heavily. I could tell this was really turning him on! Without warning he moved upwards and I rolled down his chest into the folds of his shorts. The huge form that had developed between his legs stopped me from rolling any further. He looked down at me with a grin and placed both hands across the waistline of his shorts and then pulled down until they dropped to his ankles. This young God had a massive cock that towered over me. I was only about 6 inches tall and this thing had to be a good 8 or more! The massive head throbbed above me as he slowly played with it, his fingers encircling the tip of the head and moving toward the base. With the index finger of his other hand, he nudged me toward it "go play!" his voice boomed. I grabbed onto it and starting playing with his huge, sweaty, throbbing cock. I flung my little arms around the huge shaft and rubbed up and down, getting mouthfuls of sweat and the aroma of his cock engulfing me as he moaned with pleasure. Without warning he wrapped his huge hand around me and started rubbing my body up and down, working up momentum as he did it, tightening his grip and moving faster. He thrust his hips back and forth, enjoying the immense power he had over his little plaything until finally he let out a deep and booming moan. I was covered from head to toe in the giant's cum. He removed me from his cock and held my sticky little body in his hand. "Time to get you cleaned up, little pet. And then we better both get some shut-eye. I'll let you sleep in my sneaker if you want. You seemed to be pretty cozy when I found you in there last night."
Looks like my fate was sealed from this point on . . . my beautiful black master has never let me out of his sight since . . .
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