Fireman Andy
By eatonfeb80

 I live in a real small town in the sticks. Small population, small school, small general store, small everything. Well, almost everything. The men here are big. Because we live in country it seems that there must be something in the water. Most of the guys here are at the very least six feet tall, and none of them scrawny. Well, again there is one more exception, that being me. But I've always managed. The guys always seemed to like me, they never gave me much trouble. Though I really didn't hunt, fish, or (the most
popular of all) work in the volunteer fire department, I was never branded a pussy. I could drink my weight in beer and then some.
Guys around here admire that more than anything else I think. So me and my friend Andy (who is just one of the guys) hang out pretty regularly. He was almost like an older brother to me. We were the same age but he defiantly had an overbearing personality that I seemed drawn too.
So with nothing much to do one day he asked if we could make some bombs. We weren't going to hurt anyone. They were just small ones to throw into the water for fishing. The only way to fish he told me. So my father being a chemist had all the stuff in the basement, so I downloaded some recipes off the internet and went to work. I waited for Andy to come over but after an hour I started on my own with out him. About two hours into it a thick fog appeared to be coming from one of the flasks. I knew that wasn't right so I walked over towards it. I picked it up not thinking it would be hot. The reaction was giving off way to much heat. I dropped the flask and it feel to the floor and splattered all over me.
Everything went dark.

I woke up in a puddle of stench. I was naked, freezing cold and had a horrible headache. That smell was like ass or something. Then I realized why. I was standing in my own underwear. I had shrunk. I had no idea how big I was or how it happened, but before I could think I heard the basement door open. There was a loud irregular thumping. After what seemed like an eternity I realized it was Andy walking down the steps. He had a nice buzz from the bar, that's where he had been.

'Eric? You down here man?'

I wasn't sure what to do. Andy had always been bigger than me, but now he was a giant. I couldn't get over it, I was speechless. I felt the vibrations of very step he took in his size 12 cowboy boots. Noticing my pile of clothes on the floor he squinted his eyes 'What the fuck?' He murmured 'Eric, are you naked down here or something?'

'Realizing I had no choice I stepped out towards him. Waving my hands up and down to make sure he saw me.

Andy stepped closer. At first I though he might step on me as if I were a bug. But he stopped and squatted down.

'Eric?'

'Yeah, it's me. Listen Andy I don't know what happened. But I need your help.'

'Eric, you're just a little guy. I could hold you in my palm'

Andy then sat down Indian Style and picked me up. Placing me in his palm he just starred at me. He began poking his finger at me to see if I were real. I just sat there scared shitless. He brought his face real close to me so he could get a good look. In disbelief he had his mouth hung open in awe. I could smell the beer coming from his hot and steamy mouth.

'God damn boy, what did you do to yourself?'

'Andy, I don't know. Help me please.'

'Well, what he fuck can I do? You've shrunk down, I don't know anything about that. But hey, my cousin, he is into science and shit. I can take you to him if you like.'

He was drunk, and for some reason thought this was a good idea. I started to protest but he placed me in his shit pocket and was already headed for his truck.

I must confess it was nice to be in his pocket, really warm. He put on his jacket and it felt even better. I figured I was in better luck being with him than alone in the basement.

I was wrong.

Next thing I new I heard him shut of the engine and the door slam. I pulled on his nipple for his attention, I got it.

'Oww, what the fuck man.'

'Andy, are we there?'

'Naw man, I drove by. he ain't there. So I'm going in here for some beers until he comes back. Just hold your horses. I'll take care of you.'

It was a redneck bar. Full of smoke and loud drunks. Andy sat down and ordered a beer. He finished it fast. I just sat there quiet trying to figure out what to do.

Getting restless after awhile I pulled his nipple again. Getting little response I went for the few hairs around it. He was up and walking. His huge hand came in and pulled me out. We were in the bathroom. He placed me on top of the urinal.

'Man, what's your deal? Can't I enjoy a few beers.'

Shit, I thought. His speech was slurred and he was drunk. I yelled at him that I needed help and all he was doing was getting drunk. He was supposed to be my friend. He picked me up with a grin on his face.

'No need to get pissed off Eric. You know what they say. Better to be pissed off than pissed on.'

He laid me in the urinal and unzipped his pants. Pulling out his meat he aimed it above me head. The hot steam of piss came out at full speed splattering everywhere. Andy just laughed. He would aim it high and then bring it back down again. I was covered in it and all he could do is laugh. Finally he was done.

'Well now, feel better. Huh, look at you. You need a bath.'

He picked me up and took me to the sink to dry off. Cupping his hands with me in it, the water flowed over me. Here I was only an inch tall in my drunk friend's hand after he pissed on me, and the look on his face was as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

'That ought to do ya.'

I was shivering in the cold.

'You all right man. What's wrong?'

'I could barley saw a word between my chattering teeth.

'Oh, you're cold. Well, I'm guessing my pocket probably isn't the warmest place to keep you. And besides you keep rubbing against my nipple giving me a slight hard on. Not that I mind that at all, the bulge is really getting some looks from the girls. Hey, i got a great idea that would serve us both.'

I dreaded what he was thinking. He sat me on the sink ledge and unzipped his pants. With one hand he pulled back the elastic strip of his tighty whities and picked me up with the other. With a chuckle he looked at me 'Well, here you go Eric. A nice warm place for you.'

Every so often he would squeeze his crotch to let me know he hadn’t forgot about me. Finally he was up and moving. I started to crawl back up hoping he would let me out. I was between his meat and sack when he stepped outside into the cold. In respect to the change in temp his balls contracted, and I was pushed up further under his dick. I was stuck there until he decided. When he sat down in his big pickup truck the jeans rode up even more and I could barley breath. I was at least warm.

Then the truck stopped and he got out and was walking. I had no idea where we were at but I heard the murmur of several guys voices. I guessed we where at the firehouse as the voices got louder. Great, I thought. He came here to keep drinking with his buddies and I’ll be here all night. I really couldn’t hear what was going on but then I heard Andy unzip his pants and light flooded my dark prison. Next thing I knew I was in Andy had in the lounge of the firehouse, surrounded by giant firemen.
“Holy shit Andy, how did you ever get a hold of that?”

I recognized that voice, it was from Mario, a rally big Hispanic guy that always teased me.

But he wasn’t the only guy standing there. Soon I recognized three other guys from the firehouse. One was Jeremy, a nearby farmer. A nice guy, but a bit rumored to be perverted. Another was from his cousin Brock. A really sweet guy that was probably more dumb than sweet. And then Justin, a totally conceded asshole. He thought he was God’s gift to women. He thought he had the real awesome body and wore real tight clothes to show it off. But Andy by far had a better build than that jerk.

But there I was, shrunken, cold, and in the palm of my best friends hand smelling like his crotch surrounded by a bunch of undersexed firemen.

“Well, what should we do?” asked Mario

Jeremy spoke up “Let have some fun. You know I never wanted to before because Eric was such a dork, but lets initiate him into the Firehouse. Like have a hazing. It’s been so long.”

“Do you think the other will care?” asked Brock

“Not if we let them have their turn too.” Justin answered with a smile back at all three of them.

I could only wonder what this hazing would include, and I was about to find out.

Andy laid me down on the coffee table in Mario opened the TV cabinet, filled with what looked like porno. They all soon began to take their clothes off, completely. Justin just stared at me and smiled in his nude. His dick already erect and standing at attention. He was a big Italian stallion and his cock suited him. Thick and heavy, it could hardly stand up under it’s own weight. Then I turned to Brock. He was a true blond all over. It wisped across his chest with a trail leading to his crotch. A bit pale all over, he was rubbing himself to become aroused. Then Mario, big meaty Mario. He had huge nipples and thighs. His dick was dark and long, the longest of all of the guys there. Jeremy the farmer stepped up closer to me, he scratched his balls and then took a sniff of his fingers. With a look of satisfaction on his face he tossed his underwear he was holding in the other hand on top of me. With precise aim the was knocked down under the weight. They were musky as hell and huge. I couldn’t move under the massiveness. Then i heard Andy and he picked them off of me and tossed them on the floor

“Come on guys, play nice.”

Then he looked at me and shook his head

“Well, Eric, usually a guy has to suck every dick in the firehouse to become a member. But you are a special case. Consider yourself lucky. We are going to watch these porn tapes and lube you up. Each of us with have ten minutes with you. If your able to make us all come, well you’ll be . . .”

I yelled “You’ll set me free, right?”

Justin walked up behind him and put his hand on Andy’s shoulder

“Well just see about that when the time comes Eric” Justin spoke as he leered down at me.

Brock spoke up. “Okay, who gets him first.”

Bot was I popular all of a sudden they all wanted me. Normally I would be pleased to hear this. Just when I thought I would get out of the Justin came up with an idea. Hide and seek. They would walk out of the room and close all the doors and I could hide. After five minutes they would come back in and the first to find me would get me. Being drunk they thought this was a great idea. They walked around the room, which was pretty bare to begin with ,making sure there was no place I could escape. Satisfied Brock picked me up in his sturdy hand to sit me on the floor. Before he put me down he stroked my chest with an index finger longer then me. He smiled and sat me down on the floor between his giant feet. I could smell the worn shoe leather from his boots.

They left the room and I was frantic. I searched everywhere for a way out. Ran under the couch, under the tables and behind the tv cabinet to no avail. All this took precise time, and I was getting close to the five minutes. I heard the door rattle and heard “Ready or not here we come”

Perfect I though. I made are un for it. I saw the pile of clothes from earlier and dived in them.

I could kinda see what was going on, and realized I had nothing to fear. They were piss drunk and looking in the most bazar places. A shelf up five feet from the floor that I had no way of getting too. I was relieved because it had been four minutes and none had even come over in this direction. But then I heard the fall of heavy footsteps coming toward me
“Man well never find him, he must have gotten out.”

And with that Jeremy kicked the clothes and I went flying. I tried to stay tangled in the clothes but because I had crawled out to see what I could in mid flight I fell onto the floor, out in the open.

“Hell yeah, I found him, he’s mine” Jeremy yelled

Justin disagreed “You have to catch him dipwad.”

So I was up and running all around. Jeremy bent over to catch me but with too much beer lost his balance and then he lost me. Brock came after me but just when he was about to reach out for me I saw another shadow over me. It was Justin’s huge fat foot. Coming down at a fast pace. I had no where to go. Andy yelled no but it was too late. Drunk and competitive Justin wanted me anyway he could without thinking. I felt the pressure of his foot and fell forward on my stomach. Then all his weight, about 190 pounds, followed. All went dark and I thought I was dead.

“You dumbass” Andy yelled “You’ve killed Eric”

Realizing what he had done Justin sat down on the floor quickly and lifted his foot to his face. But I wasn’t dead, I saw everything. I felt odd, I couldn’t move, but I was alive.
“Holy shit, he ain’t dead, he’s just flatted.”

Justin peeled me off his foot and looked at me. In about ten seconds I popped back into shape.

Brock asked Andy “Did you know that he could do that?”

Andy shook his head, I didn’t even know I could do that. What the hell did I do to myself. They all just stared in amazement. Then Justin with a smirk whispered, “He’s mine.”

To be continued...