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Chapter 1: Tim meets Tyrone
I discovered my fascination with "giants" years ago and my small stature obviously plays right into my sexual fantasies. I have to look up at so many guys I encounter -- and I love it. But when I see a REALLY tall guy – especially a black man who’s way over 6' tall -- I just go nuts. I get an instant raging erection that just won't quit and I literally tremble inside if I'm near one of these towering black gods. After my workouts, I usually have to go home to shower….for fear of encountering some amazing tall guy who’ll get me so hard I won't be able to hide it. I just don't dare risk it with these guys that are so much bigger than I am. This week I got a call from Sports Illustrated. Someone on the staff there had seen some of my photographs in GQ and really liked what I had done. He said he wanted me to cover the NBA draft media event. You can imagine my excitement at the thought of being in a room filled with towering young basketball players. This was the photo assignment I had been dreaming about for years! My imagination started running wild as I spoke to the S.I. rep on the phone. Suddenly reality hit me and I had to admit to him how short I was. He said "No problem...we want you to shoot all the portrait shots, so everything will be set up studio-style for you." I was thrilled....and nervous as hell....what if these young giants just laugh at me? I went to bed and jerked off as I fantasized about the room full of basketball jocks fresh out of high school and college that I was about to encounter in just a few days time. I didn't sleep at all that night. Finally the big day arrived and I got all my gear together for the NBA draft photo shoot. Everything was set up nicely for me in advance. One by one the young recruits marched in....many of them smiled or tried to hold back a chuckle when they saw how short I was. I swear they were all at least 6'5" or taller. Of course once they start approaching 7' tall, it's hard for me to even think straight...my mind is in such a total fantasy fog. I purposely wore very loose pants and a jock strap to keep everything in check. Most of the guys were polite and a few of them were even pretty friendly. The last guy scheduled for a portrait was a young star from Michigan State that I had read about. The moment Tyrone Williams walked in, I thought I would faint dead away. I had never seen a more handsome black man in my life. He was incredibly tall....taller than all the guys who had preceded him. He had a long, lean, beautifully toned body; heavy eyebrows and piercing bedroom eyes; thick luscious lips; enormous hands and feet; beautiful chocolate brown skin; and a killer smile that melted me instantly. I was so incredibly in awe at the sight of him; I must have literally had my mouth hanging open. He walked up to me and looked down at me with his boyish face and beautiful warm smile. "Hi, I'm Tyrone Williams. Nice to meet you. I can see you're a little taken back by my height. Tell you what...I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," he said with a little chuckle. "Uh, well, I'm only 5'4" I squeaked. "I'm 7’4. How about that....I'm exactly 2 feet taller than you...that's pretty wild, isn't it? Uh, what was your name?" "I'm Tim...Tim Benson" I murmured...almost shaking uncontrollably at the sight of this beautiful black giant. He reached his huge hand out to shake mine...I couldn't really stretch my hand around his, so I just kind of placed my hand inside of his big caramel colored palm....his long fingers enfolded my little hand with a firm yet gentle grip. "Hey, let's compare shoe sizes...." he said placing his foot out so I could place mine beside his. "Wow, look at the difference" he said with child-like curiosity. "I'm a size 22....how bout you, Tim?" "Well, uh...I wear a size 7, I said." He took a step back and looked down at me. "You ARE a small guy, aren't you? But you obviously work out...you've got a solid little body. Hey, let me see how your hand looks in mine again....put it here, buddy." He held out his huge hand and wanted me to place mine on top of it. His hand was several inches longer than mine...I guess it must have been almost 12 inches long from his wrist to the tip of his middle finger. He was the last player to be photographed and most of the other guys had gone home. He didn't seem in any hurry to leave....he just seemed fascinated by our size differences and I felt I had died and gone to macrophile heaven. I was so afraid that he would pick up on my incredible attraction to him....I did my very best to stay cool. Finally we got down to business and took some photos of him. He was an incredibly handsome young man….so photogenic that my work was very easy. When I’d finished, he asked me for my card and asked if I’d like to take some shots of him for an upcoming article in SLAM magazine. I was ecstatic of course and could not believe my luck. The tallest and most gorgeous player in the NBA draft….and he asked me for my card! I collected my camera and was practically caught speeding on the way home. I couldn’t wait to get home and jerk off….fantasizing for the rest of the night about Tyrone’s towering presence, his huge hands and feet, and how I’d love to be small enough to fit in the palm of his hand and be his little boy toy. Just three days later I got a call from Tyrone….asking me if I wanted to come over to his new house to see if it would be a good location for the photo shoot. The next afternoon I pulled up to his newly purchased mansion. Much to my surprise, there were no servants around….the young giant answered the door himself and with a big grin said, “Come on in little buddy and check out my new crib.” The house was as gigantic as Tyrone……high ceilings and doorways, with countertops and furniture that seemed to be built especially for a man of his height. He sat down on his enormous overstuffed couch and propped his size 22 shoes on a large wooden coffee table. “Man, my dogs are so tired…I was running up and down the court at practice all morning. You mind if I take my shoes off?” “Sure…go ahead” I said, trying to contain my excitement. Suddenly I was possessed with a moment of boldness…..and blurted out, “Uh Tyrone….since your feet are sore…maybe it would help if I massaged them….I mean if you want me to.” “Really? You don’t mind? That would be great. Why don’t you sit over here on the end of the couch.” I moved to the end of the long couch and he swung his legs (which seemed as long as I was) across the couch and put his huge feet right in my lap. I rubbed the hard bottoms of his massive feet with my little fingers and tried to kneed them as best I could so he’d really feel it. He laid his head back and clasped his big hands behind his head and closed his eyes. From time to time he’d make some noises that let me know he was really enjoying the foot rub. It seemed like I was massaging the big guys feet for almost an hour when he turned a little and stretched his legs out even further…this time the heel of his right foot landed right on my incredibly hard dick. I was petrified that he had felt my hard-on and would be really pissed at me. He abruptly sat up and got on his feet. I was terrified and in total awe at the same time. He walked over to me and looked down at me with a stern look. His crotch was hovering way above my head and I had to fight off the urge to stare directly up at it. “Get up, little man” he said very abruptly. He put his huge hands under my arm pits and with virtually no effort lifted me up into the air and held my little body dangling in front of him. He lifted me up so that my face was right in front of his. “You know I can bench press 400 pounds.” I was too scared to say anything. He held me there a few moments more and then pulled my little body toward his chest...and then began to kiss me! His thick soft lips pressed against mine…and then his tongue slowly entered my mouth….I thought I was going to faint. I can’t even remember how long he held me there with his lips locked to mine. He eventually set me back down and formed a huge grin as he bent over looking down at me. “I gotcha, little guy! You really thought I was mad, didn’t you? I was just messing with ya! I’ve wanted to pick you up like that and lay one on you ever since we first met....you’re one hot little man.” I could not believe my ears. Had he knocked me out and I was just dreaming all of this? I finally got the courage to speak….”You mean it, Tyrone….I mean, are you really serious?” “You bet I am little fella. I had a hunch you were gay…but I had to be sure. I moved my foot over your dick on purpose...and when I felt how rock-hard it was, I had my answer.” He bent down and scooped me up in his long powerful arms, like he was carrying a little child. He carried me up a large spiral staircase to his bedroom and deposited me on his gigantic custom-made bed. “If you still don’t believe I want you, I guess I’ll have to find some way to prove it to you” he said with a big grin….as he stood towering over me....and slowly lifted his shirt up over his head…… Chapter 2:
Tyrone has a secret Just as I was losing myself in this fantasy, Tyrone got up onto the bed and stood over me, placing his legs on each side of me, and placing his one hand flat against the ceiling to balance himself as he stood on the bed. He then reached one of his size 22 feet up off the bed and placed it on my chest. “You made my feet feel so good when you massaged them….let me see if they can do something for you now” Tyrone uttered in a deep sexy tone. He moved his huge foot up and down my chest for a moment…then lifted it up and gently placed it down over me face. His foot was so huge, my face was easily covered by just half of it. Then he slowly moved his long foot down across my face, allowing his toes to move over my lips so I could kiss and suck on them. The perspective he had created for me fueled my every fantasy to such a degree that I thought I would cum and at any moment. But I tried to hold back a while, wanting desperately to savor the moment as long as possible. I was so immersed in the experience that it was only later that night, in retrospect, that I was fully able to grasp how fully Tyrone had created my ultimate fantasy for me….and without my ever revealing a thing to him! I looked up at Tyrone’s face and he was grinning like a mischievous little boy. At this point he slowly slid his massive foot down my body…. “How you doing down there, Tim?” he asked as once again his heel rested on my rock hard dick. I think I answered him…but I have no idea what came out of my mouth…I was on an incredible high. “Now let’s finish what we started on the couch little fella” and with that he pressed his heel against my dick and moved his gargantuan foot down over it and began playing with it between his toes. I couldn’t hold back any longer and within seconds I exploded, my white cream oozing between the cracks of Tyrone’s long brown toes. My natural lubricant apparently felt good under the big guys foot, so he squeezed his toes around my cock and worked me into a frenzy once more…until I was screaming in ecstasy for the second time. He wiped his foot off on my nipples and placed it on my side, then bent his long limbs down until he was on his knees, straddling my little body between his legs. Even on his knees, Tyrone was nearly my height. I looked up at his huge erect penis which he dangled above my head. He reached his huge hands down to mine and brought them up to his massive tool. “I’m almost there already little man….finish me off.” As I placed my little hands around it, the trickles of his pre-cum provided just the right amount of lubrication for my task. He gently ran his long fingers over my face as I did my work, stroking me and sliding them across my lips. He’d open his hand wide and I would marvel at how his palm covered my entire face as he passed it over me. He exploded very soon after and then lifted up his body once again, staring down at me with a relaxed look of satisfaction. “Nice work, Tim….those little hands of yours feel so good.” He then placed his hands on each side of my head and lowered himself down over me to kiss me. We’d kiss and he would move his long arms up and down, as if to work in a set of push-ups as he teased me with each caress of those thick sensuous lips of his. Shortly after he laid back on the bed and wrapped his long muscular arms around me tightly, until we both fell asleep. Tyrone and I became practically inseparable from that day forward. I arranged all my photo shoots around his practice and game schedule, so we could spend every available moment together. The sex just got better and better, and all the while it seemed as if Tyrone could read my mind and bring to life my every fantasy about him. Within a few months he invited me to live with him. I asked if he was concerned that people might talk or figure out what was going on. He just smiled and said, “Look baby, I’ve got a signed and guaranteed contract worth 30 million dollars. I don’t give a fuck what they find out!” The following day Tyrone made all the arrangements and a full-service mover arrived at my apartment to move all my belongings into his mansion. He hired a designer to transform one of the large rooms into a work space for me, and even had an entire darkroom installed. I was truly in paradise! After just a few short weeks I felt very much at home and Tyrone went out of his way to make me feel that it was truly “our” place. There was just one small mystery however which had been puzzling me since I moved in. There was one room on the basement level which Tyrone kept locked and it was on a separate key from all the other doors in the house. He had been so generous, I didn’t want to upset him by asking about it, but finally my curiosity got the best of me and I asked him about the room. He wasn’t angry, but hesitated a bit and said, “Well, I wasn’t sure I was ready to show you that room yet. But I don’t want us to have any secrets in our relationship, so I guess it’s time you see for yourself.” He walked me downstairs, holding my hand in his. He was normally so confident and self-assured that I thought it was strange that I could sense he was a little nervous. We arrived at the mystery room and he unlocked it…and turned on the light. I had imagined all kinds of things that might be hidden behind that door….an S&M dungeon, etc. To my surprise, it looked like a children’s playroom….or perhaps an Ebay toy collector’s stash. There were shelves of Ken dolls, G.I. Joe’s, and assorted other action figures. On another shelf, was a collection of Tyrone’s gigantic basketball shoes. Toward the back wall, a modern looking dolls house (in the scale of the Ken dolls and action figures) a train set, and a miniature replica of New York City. Tyrone looked down at me with his boyish grin and could obviously tell I was perplexed. “I don’t know any way to explain this to you Tim, other than to come right out and say it. I have sexual fantasies about being a giant. I created this room so I could play out my obsession by holding these little male dolls in my hand, playing with them, and imaging myself as the towering giant. I place them in my shoes, play with them in the doll houses, and sometimes even get myself off with them.” I couldn’t believe my ears….but suddenly the fog lifted and everything became so clear. How could I have been so blind? Now it all made sense…the uncanny way Tyrone could get me off in bed was because he was in my macrophile dream with me….but as the giant! I flung myself around his waste and began kissing his chest. He placed my head in his hands and gently lifted it back so I could look up into his eyes. “What’s this burst of affection baby….you mean you don’t think I’m some crazy freak?” I had tears in my eyes and proceeded in great detail to confess all of my macrophile fantasies to Tyrone. He was so overjoyed that he scooped me up into his arms and carried me up to the bedroom. We had the most incredible session of hot giant/tiny-man role playing I could ever imagine. Tyrone’s secret was out…..and so was mine! Chapter 3: Tyrone is on a mission What's up ya'll? Tyrone here. Ever since me and Tim came out to each other about our giant/tiny fetish, Tim has been sharing his fantasy stories and images with me -- and we love to read the stuff on the macrophile groups together. I said to my little man, Timmy you ought to write a story about us. I think it would be hot. So here we are my macro peeps. I like how little Timmy wrote the first two chapters.....as soon as I read 'em I had to relieve myself by playing with him some more. Man, it is so much fun having a short little man who really understands me. I can just put his little hand in mine, or stand over him and pull my shirt off, or wrap my long legs around his little frame and we're off and running. I love how his little puppy dog eyes look up at me. He is so in awe of my height -- it really turns me on. He's like a little doll to me. I can pick him up and carry him easily in my arms whenever I want, or sometimes I'll sit in my big easy chair and just cradle him in my arms like he's a baby. And man, does my little guy love these size 22 feet of mine. He's so proud of the fact that I out-do Shaq by one shoe size (LOL). Every night after I get home from practice or a game he comes runnin' to lay at my feet and massage them for me. I feel like a god being worshipped when he does that....and I love it. Sex has never been better for me -- Tim knows how to push all my giant fantasy buttons -- and I know how to make him feel like the incredible shrinking man (LOL). Still, I keep wishing the fantasy could be real. Now I hope ya'll can keep a secret...cause seriously, I've been working on that! See, I knew this Chinese dude in college, Billy Kwan, who was a really smart guy. He used to tutor me sometimes in math and science -- my two worst subjects. He was a cute little guy too and sometimes we'd mess around a little bit but we were both way in the closet back then so it never went very far. I got an email from Billy recently (he now works at some high tech research facility) and I was telling him about me and Tim and I revealed my fantasy to him. I had never told anyone about my fantasies until Timmy, but I just had this feeling if there was any way science could make our fantasy into the real thing, Billy would be the one to ask. I told him I would do anything for some way to shrink Timmy down....and of course he knew that money wasn't really an obstacle for me. Billy was fascinated by my fetish and he always loved a challenge. He said he would do some research on this and get back to me. Several weeks went by, and even though Timmy and I continue to have a great relationship and awesome sex, I am totally impatient but mostly excited about what Billy might be able to come up with. I'm not telling Tim about my "mission" because I don't want him to get his hopes up for nothing. Besides, if Billy does come up with something, I want it to be the ultimate gift for my little guy. Finally, after over a month I got an email from Billy. He said he wanted to meet and talk with me.....that he didn't want to tell me what he had found out in an email. I paid for his ticket and had him flown out here to see me. I met him out at the airport and we went to have lunch. He looked good....and he was amazed at what great shape I was in. But he's married now, has two kids, and knows I love my lil Tim -- so there was no thought of a booty call or anything. He launched right in to the news: Listen Tyrone, I have bad news and good news. The bad, is that I was not able to find any shrinking solution that is possible with today's science or technology. But then I started to think a little outside the box and I remembered that when I was just a kid, my grandfather told me about an ancient Chinese text that loosely translated meant "mind over matter." The legend says that people who mastered this text could literally control and change the shape or size of objects -- and even people -- at will. I called up gramps and asked him about the book. He said it is very rare and only a few copies are known to exist in all of China. Also, the Chinese government has forbidden the sale of the book and won't even let libraries or archives have a copy. But I do believe if we could get a hold of this book and study it....it may be the answer to your problem. Wow Billy....this is awesome news, I said. I knew getting the book would be a challenge, but I was really excited just to find out that there might really be a way of shrinking my baby. The next day I called my agent. Hey Jim -- remember you asked me a while back if I might want to go on an NBA publicity tour of China with Yao Ming and his crew? Well, count me in! I called Billy at the hotel and asked him if he'd be able to take a couple weeks off and go to China with me as my interpreter. He said he'd love to have a break and a chance to visit his relatives. Tim was disappointed when I told him he couldn't go with me to China....I told him the Chinese government had strict rules and only invited guests could make this trip. On the long flight over, Billy and I talked about strategies for how we might try and track down the book. Billy was thrilled to get to hang out with Yao Ming, too. Yao is a cool guy and he and I get along really well. I'm one of the few guys (even in the NBA) who can look him eye to eye -- and I think he likes not having to always bend down all the time when we're hangin' out. Billy felt like such a little shrimp with the two of us towering over him all the time. Sometimes Yao would forget the little man was standing down below us, shouting up translations. But then occasionally he'd glance down at Billy and give him a little pat on the head with his huge hand. Billy had told me the only "shady" guy that he knew in town was an old high school friend who had gotten involved in illegal smuggling. He thought he might be the best connection to somebody who might be able to lift a copy of the book. He went to one of the seedier areas of Hong Kong to find the guy. I stayed in the hotel -- a 7'4" black man would stick out like a sore thumb down there and probably scare them off. Billy found his old buddy and made arrangements to talk with another man who was higher up on the criminal chain. He said he knew a private collector who supposedly had the book....and they would steal it....at a cost of half a million U.S. dollars! Billy called my cell and even though it was a shit-load of money, I agreed to pay it in two installments, half on delivery and the other half when we could verify it was legit. They told Billy they could have the book before the week was out....that is, as long as the rumors that this rich man had a copy were true. The suspense was killing me all week....but finally on Saturday Billy got the call and they had the book in hand. He brought them a Chinese bank certified check and said we would bring the balance after we checked it out. We didn't dare show the book to authorities, but Billy's grandfather had seen a copy of the book many years ago, and he verified that it was the real thing. Apparently, you have to study the chants in the book over and over again until they are a part of you. Billy said he would translate them for me, but that I would also have to learn how to chant them in Chinese for them to work. We paid the thieves off and then wondered how we were going to get the book on the plane. Billy came up with a great idea....we would ask Yao to put it in his carry-on gym bag. Yao was such a huge celebrity in China that they never messed with opening up his bag. I told Yao it was a rare book and I didn't want to have to pay all the extra charges for taking it out of the country. He told me it was no problem at all and he put the little wrapped package in his bag. For the next couple of days, Billy went to work translating the book so I could understand it. Luckily, it was a very short book -- mainly a bunch of chants that had to be memorized by the reader -- each one serving a different purpose for manipulating matter. Billy was able to identify the two that related to making something bigger or smaller. I decided to focus all my energy on learning the "shrinking" chant of course. He wrote it all out for me phonetically so I could practice saying the chant in Chinese. I had to read it over and over again until I had it memorized. And I had to learn to concentrate and block everything else out as I said the words. I studied in secret after practice, etc. never letting Tim know what I was up to. I started out trying to shrink objects.....but nothing would happen. Finally one day after about two months of saying the chant in my head, I took a basketball in my hand and really concentrated and said the chant.....and when I opened my eyes it was down to the size of a baseball! Next I had to try it on something living....so I went to a pet shop and bought a hamster. I stared at the cage and concentrated.....and sure enough the little creature was reduced down to just a couple of inches long! It took me months more practice to be able to precisely control the size of the shrinking....but eventually I had total control with my mind. It was such an incredible feeling! I also learned the chant for bringing things back to normal size. It was easier learning the second one since I had so much practice. Finally the day arrived and I was ready to spring my surprise on Tim. I came home from practice and as usual he ran to my feet and started begging me to let him rub them. As I sat there enjoying my baby's little hands rubbing my feet, I just casually said to him -- hey Tim, how'd you like to be about 6 inches tall by dinner time? He looked up at me and laughed. Wow big guy.....you must be really horny tonight! You're starting with the role- playing talk already. Sure.....I would love to be 6 inches by dinner time. How you going to do it this time? A shrinking ray, a special powder in my drink? I just smiled down at him and said -- you'll see. I could see the look on Timmy's face....he could tell I was up to something. Let's go up the bedroom, I said. I picked him up and carried him up to our room. Why don't you take your clothes off and lay on the bed baby.....and get ready to be shrunk! Tim took off his clothes and was already hard. He was already getting off on this little "role play." I told him to close his eyes. I sat down next to him and placed my hands over his body and chanted inside my head with total concentration. Tim started shaking a little and said, Hey big guy....what are you doing....did you learn some energy techniques when you were over in China? I'm feeling all tingly inside. Within a few moments I opened my eyes and there was my man....transformed into a little human doll.....small enough to fit in my hand. I said, open your eyes "tiny" Tim. Timmy opened them and looked up at me in total shock. Oh my God! You've actually done it! Shit -- this is no dream, is it? I really have been shrunk down! Oh my God Tyrone....this is my ultimate fantasy......how the hell did you do this?! Forget about that for the moment little guy....I'll tell you all about it later. Right now I want you to come climb into my hand. My toy-sized Tim stepped up into my hand and easily fit it my big palm, which was probably the size of a king-sized bed to him. I lifted him up closer to my face and blew on him a little to reinforce that this was no dream. I spoke to him softly (I remembered how little guys ears are more sensitive in those macro stories) and asked him how he felt about his big guy now? Tim looked up at me with tears in his eyes and said, Tyrone -- you are absolutely incredible! You have always been my towering fantasy man, but now you truly are a giant.....a magnificent African-American god! I feel more love for you now than I ever have before. I belong to you completely my big, beautiful, ebony titan. Please don't ever change me back! I want to be your little pet, your toy, your plaything from this moment on. Lil Tim's words were music to my ears. I didn't want to change him back. I loved how his warm, tiny, naked body felt in my hand and I couldn't wait to watch him playing at my feet, or climbing up my leg, or hugging my huge erect cock. I reached my other hand over, extended my long index finger, and started stroking my little guy. My finger was longer than his tiny arms and legs. I got hard as a rock as I thought about how gigantic and all-powerful I must seem to him now. I was in complete control of my little lover's life now. I let him watch me, still in awe, as I slowly slid my long finger in my mouth and got it all wet. Then I continued petting my buffed little boy toy with it, running my wet finger up and down his tiny body. He came for me instantly. Now you best slow down little guy, I said. We can't be having you come every time I touch you! Man, I'm telling ya'll.....this is really going to be fun! Chapter 4: Tim's new life begins I really can't believe this is happening. I must be no more than 6 inches tall and I'm lying in Tyrone's gigantic palm all covered with my own cum. Tyrone just keeps looking down at me like a kid with a new toy and rubbing the tip of his huge finger up and down my body. I'm in total ecstasy at the sight of him and my head is still spinning. Did he slip me a mickey or something? Am I just on some kind of amazing high that is fueling all of my macrophile fantasies? But it feels so real.....Tyrone's breath, the warmth of his palm under my tiny naked body, the sexy rough feeling of his finger tip on my body, the awesome size of my beautiful black lover. Hell, I don't care if I am tripping.....I don't want this to end. All the while these thoughts are spinning in my head, Tyrone keeps stroking me playfully with his incredibly long and powerful fingers. It's obvious my towering lover is turned on by my new tiny size in a BIG, BIG way. But then of course he would be (duh) he's living out his wildest fantasies too.....of being a colossal giant who can do as he pleases with me and have me forever serving him as his tiny pet, his plaything, his sex toy.....whatever he desires. I looked up at Tyrone and he was still staring down at me all smiles with a little devious glimmer in his eye. He spoke softly to me, and in a child-like tone. "Look at my adorable tiny Tim. Such an itty bitty little fellow. I hope you're not afraid of heights baby....cause in my hand you must feel like you're hundreds of feet high. Up we go now." Tyrone put his long, beautiful brown thumb across my little body like he was strapping in me for the ride....then lifted his hand up way over his head, holding me high above him. With his reach I was way over 10 feet in the air. I felt like I was on the top floor of a skyscraper looking down over the world's tallest basketball player. From this perspective I could finally get a sense of what it must be like to tower over everyone as Tyrone does....what an incredible feeling of power it was. "Thought you'd like to have a glimpse of my world little guy.....and a quick little joy ride. But now it's time to put you back in your proper place......down at my huge feet. Remember when we first met how we compared our shoe sizes? Well let's take a look at the situation now!" Tyrone said with a laugh. "Wow Timmy, I can't even see your tiny little feet and it looks like you're just barely up to my ankle. I am so lovin' this! " I had always adored Tyrone's amazing size 22 feet, but now they were just unbelievable. He told me to climb up on his foot. He wanted to feel my little naked body crawling all over them. I was about ready to cum again as my dick made contact with my lover's now gargantuan foot. Then I felt his long fingers enveloping my body as he snatched me up and lifted me again higher and higher until I was up near his billboard-sized face. "Oh no you don't my little pet....you're not 'getting off' that easy! I'm in charge now my little sex toy and I'll decide when you're going to cum for me. Well, comparing feet size was kinda silly I guess, since now even my little pinky toe is way bigger than one of your feet. Think about it Timmy.....just yesterday I was 2 feet taller than you.....and now our height difference is close to 7 feet! Gimme some skin, lil bro." He chuckled again, as I stood there in his hand and he reached his other pinky finger over to me and extended it so I could slap my hand on his huge fingertip. After I'd "given him five," he gently took his pinky finger and caressed my cheek with it, ran it down my chest and then gave my dick a few flips like he was playing with a little light switch. I was already hard of course and it immediately jumped to attention at my giant's touch. "Now you just keep it under control little man.....I haven't decided when I'm gonna let you release it again." And with that he gave me a quick little poke in the chest with his pinky and sent me falling right on my ass into the soft back of his caramel colored palm. "Ok, I get it Tyrone....you are in charge!" I said kind of angrily, but of course he knew I was loving every minute of this. Tyrone curled his long fingers around me and held me down near his waist as he carried me out of the room and down the stairs. He was so matter-of-fact about it, I felt like a little object in his hand -- like the remote control for the VCR or something. He carried me down to the gym and sat down on the floor with his incredibly long legs outstretched. He put me down between his legs and I stared up at his crotch in complete awe. "I like how your little body felt against my foot little man....and I'm wantin' some more of that." he said as he looked down smiling, no doubt amused at how I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, looking up at his colossal form. Tyrone did Yoga and stretching every day, so his long muscular limbs were incredibly limber. He picked me up and placed me down between his enormous feet and bent his legs so he could bring his feet closer on each side of me. He basically had me sandwiched between his feet, and he brought them together just close enough to trap me inside and feel my body movement between the space of his arches. "Try and get loose" he said. I wiggled my little body every which way between the warm and sweaty expanse, but I could not get out from between the bottoms of my giant's feet. "I love the way that feels little guy. Keep struggling a little longer and then you can have your reward." I writhed and pounded on the wall of foot flesh that surrounded me and then I started to lick the rough skin that imprisoned me. I knew the bottoms of Tyrone's feet were his ticklish spot, and this got him. He pulled his feet apart and still laughing, reached his thumb and index finger down to pluck me up and set me onto his foot. "Ok my little pet, that was fun. You did good. You can crawl around on top of my foot now. I wanna feel your little hard dick between my toes. But don't you dare cum on my feet unless I say it's OK." I was so loving my exploration of Tyrone's feet....crawling up toward his ankles and then sliding down to his toes.....then positioning myself over them so he could feel my rock-hard dick between his massive toes. He would wiggle them a little and the movement was getting me incredibly turned on.....it took all my will-power not to cum again but I didn't want to disobey my towering lover's command. He kept wiggling them and moving them up and down like he was just daring me to loose control.....within less than a minute I did just that and shot a load between Tyrone's titanic toes. Suddenly I felt his fingers around me again as he hoisted me up into the air and brought me near his face. "I felt that little spurt in between my toes little man! You know what happens to a little pet when he disobeys his master, don't you?" I hesitated thinking it must be a rhetorical question. "Don't you?" he said as he brought me close to his enormous and beautiful lips. "Uh, I guess I need to be punished, sir" I said. "That's right little man....now you're learning." He lowered his hand a bit and held me at about his chest level. Then he reached down with his other thumb and index finger and flipped my little body over so I was lying on my stomach in his hand. "I think a spanking is in order little guy." He held me in place by pressing his thumb against my back and then slapped my bare bottom several times with the tip of his other index finger. His finger came down on my ass in short hard strokes so I really felt the sting of his giant finger making contact with my tiny butt. I felt like a kid again getting spanked with mom's wooden paddle. It also brought me to a very clear understanding....this was no drug trip or dream......this was really happening! Tryone turned me over onto my back and I cringed a bit as my sore ass touched his palm. He could see I was a little teary-eyed from my spanking. "Now what do you have to say to your big daddy?" Tyrone said softly. "I'm sorry sir......I won't be a bad little man again.....I promise." Tyrone told me to turn over on my stomach again and then he raised me in his hand up toward his lips. As he softly whispered, his warm breath rushed over my whole body. "That's a good little man. Now I'm gonna kiss you and make it all better." He wet his lips and lightly pressed them against me, nearly covering my whole body with them. Then he gently extended his tongue and moved it slowly from left to right, licking my entire body. His cool wet saliva felt good on my sore backside and within a few moments I had completely forgotten about my sore ass. Between the licks of his tongue he would open his mouth and lower it over me, placing his thick soft lips around my tiny body. I suddenly felt that tingly sensation again and soon realized that Tyrone was making me smaller so I would fit neatly into his mouth. His huge pillow-like lips surrounded me as he gently opened his mouth and sucked me into it. He kept his mouth open a little so I would get some outside air and spent a few minutes enjoying the sensation of having me in his mouth and sucking on me like a piece of candy. He used his tongue to rotate my body inside his mouth and then slowly opened wider and titled his head down, to gently deposit me back onto his hand. I felt the tingle again as he brought me back to my previous size. He wanted my body and dick a bit larger so he could play with my little cock and balls with the tip of his tongue. He whispered softly once again with his huge mouth hovering over me, "It's OK my sweet sexy little man....you have my permission to come for me again." I was SO grateful for those words.....because I was seconds from exploding again! I wasn't sure Tyrone even felt my orgasm this time, as he continued to lick and suck on my little body with his eyes closed. "Oh yeah....you taste good little man......real good" he whispered. After a little while he opened his eyes and looked down at me with a satisfied grin. I think he was really getting off on the complete control he had over me now. As I looked up at him I just had to say what was in my head. "Tryrone, you are truly a god to me now. I love you so much for finding a way to make my fantasies come true." He smiled and stroked me with his thumb. "I did it for both of us baby. You know I'm lovin' this just as much as you are.....and we are gonna have so many amazing times together from this day on....I've got lots of plans for you little man. Baby, playing with you has got me so horny I need to get off now, too. I'm gonna take you up to the bedroom so you can worship this" he said as he lowered me down in front of the enormous bulge in his tight-fitting briefs. He lifted back the top of his shorts and lowered me down over the opening. "Hop in Timmy and hang on tight. I know you've always dreamed about being inside my drawers. I'll walk up to the bedroom nice and slow so you can enjoy the ride." I straddled Tyrone's enormous cock with my little legs and held on to some pubic hairs to be sure I wouldn't slip. The musty smell and hot air inside my big guy's briefs was intoxicating. When he reached the bedroom he pulled back his waistband and reached in for me. I laid there in his hand in a state of ecstasy from my first ride in my master's shorts. He looked down at me grinning. "I knew you would love that, baby. I'll be putting you in there plenty so get used to it. Now snap out of your little trance Timmy.....you've got work to do." He put me down on the pillow and stood towering over me as he pulled his briefs off and down his long, long legs. He reached down and scooped me up and then got on the bed and placed me on his crotch. I crawled up onto his enormous dark brown dick and put my little arms around it. I felt the tingle again as Tyrone transformed me once more....this time making me a little bit bigger so that I wasn't completely dwarfed by his thick 14" manhood. "Thought I better grow you a little Timmy, so you can manage this better" he said with a chuckle. I figured I must be roughly the size of a Ken doll now, and at this height Tyrone's cock still towered over me. I kind of felt like I did standing next to him when I used to be my normal size....only now instead of looking up to see his face, I was looking up to see the head of his penis! I wrapped myself around his now hard-as-rock column and felt the immense power of this massive muscle I embraced. I had fantasized about this scenario a thousand times when I'd touch Tyrone's huge cock....so I needed no instruction on how to please my giant lover. I licked and licked the edge of his head (since I couldn't quite reach the top) and used all my strength to wrap his huge column of flesh tightly in my legs and arms.....moving my body up and down.....up and down....against his enormous shaft. His pre-cum started drizzling down on to me and I just wiped my hands in it and used it to lubricate my big guy's shaft so I could continue my work. I could hear his moans of pleasure and occasionally glanced up to view the awesome sight of his washboard stomach and beautiful chest.....now looming over me like a mountain. As Tyrone approached climax he snatched me in his hand and held me in front of his enormous pulsing cock. Like a huge fire house the gallons of white goo spilled out over my body, drenching me in my giant lovers cum. His massive dick softened slightly and fell across my body. My big guy lifted it off of me before the weight became too much for me. "Wow little man....you really got creamed" Tyrone said with a chuckle. "So, you ready for your fast bath with a giant?" I was so spent I could barely talk, so I just looked up at his beautiful face and nodded. He carried me into the bathroom and filled his custom built 8 foot tub with warm water. He stepped in, took the soap from the soap dish and placed me there in its place. He lathered up his huge hands with soap and then reached down and gently massaged me with his finger tips, rubbing the soap all over me. He was incredibly gentle with me but the strength of his fingers was still very evident and it was like I was getting a deep tissue massage as well as a cleaning. He put me in his hand and then lowered me into the water and back up again to rinse me clean. Then he filled the soap dish with warm water and placed me back in it so he could lather up and clean himself off. He picked me up again and placed me on his chest.....then cupped his hand, filled it with water and poured it over my little body. It felt wonderful. He picked me up and placed me back in the soap dish for a moment while he stood up to his full amazing height and reached for the towel. The perspective of his long arm and huge hand reaching down for me was incredible and I started getting hard again. "Man, you're a horny little devil aren't you my little pet?" he said with a smile. But you better not get too excited again little fella.....we've had quite enough sex for one day." He dried me off with a small hand towel and placed me in the chest pocket of his robe for the walk back to the bedroom. He reached in and plucked me out from his pocket and sat me on one of the pillows. Then he took another pillow from the closet and a pair of my white boxers, held them in his hand and concentrated for a moment. He reduced them down to my size and handed them down to me. "Put your little drawers on baby and then grab your pillow and climb into my palm. I want to watch you fall asleep in my hand."
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