Art is 30 yrs old, brown hair, brown eyes. He is 6 ft 1 in tall and has a well defined body without being overly muscular. His best friend is Al. Al is 27 yrs., blond hair, blue eyes and is also 6" 1'. While Art is hairy, Al is hairless. While they have been best friends they have also had sex together as well. They tried being lovers for about 6 months but it just didn't work so they just remained friends who just like to have sex with each other every now and then. Art enjoys being the top in all situations while Al is very good and talented at the 'bottom' position. The two met when they were at a gay bar in San Francisco.

Al was more than tipsy, just flat out drunk and was being dragged out of the bar by a real butch hunk of man that was really taking advantage of Al's being drunk. Art had been trying to get Al's attention all night but was so focused on this one leather gorilla that he just wasn't looking anywhere else. It was mostly this big guy that got Al drunk in the first place. He had bought drink after drink for Al and Al had just kept drinking them. Art had hear from other guys that this big guy was bad news, so he decided to follow them for a few blocks to see what happened, he just had a bad feeling about this. So he hung back, following the two guys upahead slowly so as not to draw the big guys attention. Art noticed that the big guy was guiding Al into an alley up ahead so he slowly approached to peak around the corner. When he did Art saw the big guy had Al on the ground on his back. The big guy had his pants still up and buttoned but he was sitting on Al's face moving his denim covered butt all over Al's face.

"Sniff those farts you drunk motherfucker. You like that shit dont you?" And kept grinding his ass on Al's face. Al was struggling against the big guys butt to breathe but the gorilla just kept grinding away. Art noticed that while the big guy was doing this he was going through Al's pockets. The man took all Al's money and shoved the bills and change in his own pocket. He reached back and got out Al's wallett and took his credit cards and threw the wallett into the depths of the alley. Al was really struggling now, even trying to use his legs and buck his hips so that he could catch a breath.

"Cant ya breath fart sniffer? Poor baby, maybe I should just smother ya under my big daddy butt bitch." He lifted up just a little and Al gasped for air. But before he could really get good lungs full of air the gorilla planted his ass back on Al's face again.

Art was looking around and considering what plan of action to take here, and quick. There was no one around on this side street, so they were basically alone here in this alley way. Then Art spotted a piece of wood near where he stood, around the corner from him but in reach easily. So Art crouched down and reached out and grasped the wood then got his feet under him and ready to run forward and strike the big guy and hopefully knock him out or off of Al. Art counted to three and then he made his moves as fast as he could so that surprise would be to his advantage. He was ontop of them quick and swung the wood with all his might at the brute on top of Al. It caught the man smack on his forehead knocking him out and off to the left and off of Al. Art pushed the big man off Al completly and reached down and grabbed Al by the front of his leather jacket and heaved him up and swung him over his shoulders so he could run out the alley and down the street away from this guy in case he got back up and came after them. The adrenaline rush helped Art manage to carry Al all the way up the street to the park up ahead. He took him into it to where he knew there were park benches to assess the condition of Al.

Art gently placed Al down on a bench and saw that Al was conscience and smiling up at him. Art noticed that his own back was wet and found that Al had vomited on his back while they ran away to the park. Art took off his jacket and rubbed it on the grass and then tried to look at his pants and saw they were a mess as well. Oh well, Art didn't live very far from where they were. He looked down at Al and said, "Are you alright? Can you walk on you own?"

"Yesh, I cannn." slurred Al, still drunk. "That wash'nt funn back there. Fankou for heping me outt."

"Alright, I'm getting you to my place. I live a few blocks from here. You can spend the night with me and we'll get you and me cleaned up and to bed. Come on..." Art slipped his arm under Al's armpit and held him up and they walked to Art's place. When they got there Art dumped Al in the bathroom and stripped them both down and showered them both down together and then left their clothes in the tub till the morning and took Al with him to the bedroom. He got them both in bed and they slept through the night and most of the morning until Art felt Al poking him and asking who he was and where he was.

Art rolled over and introduced himself and then described the story of last night to Al who had little recollection of what had all happened to himself the night before which led him to be in bad with Art. But he was thankful that Art had been there for him and helped him out. They both could tell that each was attracted to the other, but Al had the hangover of death and reluctantly mentioned as much to his disappointment to Art. Art was sympathetic to the situation and offered to take Al out for breakfast and then they could check the alley for the tossed wallet. They got up and cleaned up and got the dirty clothes taken care of and Art had clothes Al could borrow and they left.

They shared stories over breakfast and found they had a lot in common with each other. They talked very easily, and smiled a lot to each other's stories. They were from the same state, New Mexico, but different cities, Santa Fe and Albuquerque. They really laughed about that, who'd a thunk two New Mexicans would ever find each other this way in San Francisco?? Then they talked animatedly down to the alley, quieting down as they approached it and then stopped talking altogether when they stopped and peered into the alleyway itself. Of course there was no one there and nothing really to see. They walked into the alley and started to look for the wallet. Finally Al found it off in a corner and found all his credit cards gone but otherwise intact. The big man had stolen sixty dollars and some odd cents out of Al's pockets, but he wasn't broke until he could get to an ATM, the man hadn't stolen his ATM card at least. They considered making a police report but Al was adamently against wanting to do so, Art didn't press him.

They stopped at an ATM on the way back to Art's place and then they were passing through the park as a short cut to Art's place. As they proceeded down a pathway and came around a bend a huge shape leaped out of the bushes at them. It was the big brute from last night! Shit...

The guys just came to a stop and the bruiser stood in front of them blocking their way forward. He had a big gash and a purple knot on his forehead where it had come in contact with the wood weapon Art had used on him the night before, but otherwise did'nt seem any worse the wear.

"You fuckers are gonna be sorry. I ain't gonna beatcha up, that would be too easy. No I'm gonna put a curse on ya." He stood there in front of Art and Al and started to say a whole bunch of stuff in a foreign languege they didn't understand. The only thing Art noticed was that when he tried to move his feet to run his feet were adhered to the pavement of the pathway. Try as he might his feet wouldn't move. He looked over at Al and saw that Al had noticed the same thing. The big guy just jabbered away, and then he waved his left arm over Art and waved his right arm over Al and then slapped both their faces and took off into the bushes from where he had come from.

The guys notice right away that they could move again and ran all the way back to Art's place and slammed the door and crashed onto the sofa in the livingroom, breathing rapidly from the exertion and fear. Finally after a time their breathing returned to normal and they looked at each other and started nervously laughing that escalated into histerics. Finally they got a grip and started talking.

"What the fuck was that all about???"

"Hell if I know, but I hope he wasn't serious. I mean what did he say and what kind of curse was he suppossedly putting on us??"

"I think I hit him too hard is what I think Al."

"He sure looked serious to me. I'm reconsidering reporting to the police, dude. I have a friend whose a policeman, I can call him and see if he's on duty or something. I'm creeped out man."

"Well if you know a cop call him, it won't hurt. This guy needs to be found before he beats someone else up or something. You go ahead and use my phone."

So Al called his friend and sure enough he was on duty and told them to come in and he'd take the report himself. So they got there to the police station and found Al's cop friend.

"Hi, Nate, thanks for doing this for us. This is a new friend of mine, Art. He saved me from an attack last night and was with me when the same guy attacked us again just a while ago in Menlo Park."

"Hi Art, nice to meet you. Why don't we all go into this room here and I'll take your stories down and I'll see what's going on here, okay."

Officer Nate Higgins was their age as well and seemed very familiar with Al, Art noticed the way Nate and Al looked at each other. Only guys who had 'had' each other before could look at each other that way. But Nate was being honestly professional at the same time, which made Art comfortable. Art described what had happened the night before because Al had been too 'out of it' althought there were bits and pieces that he was able to remember. They were able to describe the man with no problem and now with the wound on his head should be easier to spot. When they repeated what had happened in the park, Officer Nate mentioned surprise that they escaped so easily from further harm from this guy.

"Well, I'll put an all points out for this 'perp' and hopefully we'll find him before he can do damage to anyone else out there. Thanks for coming in guys....guys! Are you guys alright?"

While Art and Al were listening to Officer Nate talk they both heard the word 'perp' and immediately they both felt dizzy and low-grade pain hummed through their bodies causing them to double over in their seats. They both greyed out, they could hear everything, they just couldn't make out shapes with their eyes. Several blinks later their eyesight cleared up and to their horror they thought they were having the same bad dream.

Officer Nate watched in surprise as Art and Al visibly shrunk in size right in front of him. They had been sitting with their feet on the floor and now they were fallen back on the seats of the chairs they were on. Nate blinked a few times to make sure he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing. Once everyone got themselves back to reality, Art and Al started screaming. Nate heard Art and Al screaming. There was a table that separated Art and Al from Nate, Nate had to go around the table to see the two guys there on their chairs. That was what got the two little guys screaming, seeing a giant standing over them looking down at them laying on their backs on the chairs. Both Art and Al leapt up and looked over at each other and screamed again to realize that they both were having the same waking nightmare. Their clothing had shrunk with them so weren't naked at least. But they were now about 6 inches tall and up on chairs and there was a giant Nate there staring down at them. It was all too much for Al, he passed out. Art backed away from Nate and almost fell off the chair to the floor way below.

Nate decided he needed to ensure the two men that they were alright, that he wouldn't hurt them so that they would calm down at least a little. Nate was as freaked, 'what the fuck is this?'. But he only spoke words of encouragement to Art to help calm him down so he wouldn't fall off the chair.

"Art, calm down, don't move. You might fall off the chair. I'm not going to do anything to you. Relax, take deep breaths, sit down dude. Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to check Al and see if he is alright over there. I'm not going to hurt him, just gently check him." Nate reached over and gently with a finger prodded Al's body. Al stirred, still breathing, but still out. Nate considered a minute and thought they would be better on the table where he could see them together better.

"Art, I'm going to lift Al onto the table right here so I can see him better. I would like to get you on the table too. Would you please let me put you on the table? I promise I won't do anything else, just want you both on the table together is all." Art looked around at Al and then up at the table and then looked at Nate and nodded his head yes. Nate flattened his hand down to Art and let Art move into it himself and then gently closed his hand around Art and slowly lifted him up onto the table. He opened his hand and let Art roll off of it onto the table and then reached over and gently lifted Al up to the table next to Art. After placing him down next to Art, Nate asked Art to revive Al. Art started stroking Al's face and talking to him to open his eyes that everything was going to be alright and other things to get Al to wake up. Slowly Al came around and jerked awake. When he saw giant Nate he started backing away from him on his butt. Art spoke to him and helped to calm him down some. The three of them just looked from one to the other not really believing what they were seeing.

Al broke the silence, "This must be the curse that fucker must have put on us. What are we going to do now? That guy stole my money and our height. What are we fuckin' going to do now??"

"Well, first we need to reamain calm and think this out rationally," Nate said.

"Oh sure, that's easy for you to say, you're a giant." Al cried out.

"No, Al, you guys shrunk. I'm still at my normal height. Whatever that guy said it caused you guys to shrink. Your clothes shrunk, too. So, do you want me to take you guys somewhere? To your place? Or do you want to come home with me? I live alone, I don't have a roommate, he moved out, I'm between them at this time. You guys are safe here for now, I'll go get you some water and let you talk it over and I'll be back in about five minutes. Don't worry, no one will come in here, just me, I promise. I'll be back." Nate left and close the door behind him and latched it. Art and Al looked at each other.

"So, now what do we do? Your place, my place, Nate's place? I don't care at this point. I'm fuckin freaked out!" Al said.

"So am I, dude. But Nate is right. We need to think calmly. I'm thinking that it might be better to have Nate take us to his place. He would be better to take care of us there while we think what to do next. Okay? Come here, Al."

Al moved over next to Art and sagged into the man with the weight of the world. Al let out a huge sigh and then said into Art's shoulder that that sounded alright to him as well. "I know Nate and he'll treat us fine. I'm just scared. Are we going to be small forever because of that freaky leather guy? What was I thinking to have wanted to go home with him anyways? I'm so sorry I got you into this whole mess, Art."

"Hey, we will have no placing blame. We are in this together. We will be a team, you and me and we will think of something together to help us out of this mess. I don't blame you for what has happened, besides, I think you are a nice guy and what better way to get to know someone than to get little with them."

Al looked up at Art and then they both rolled on the table with laughter. The stress coming out and they hugged each other and kissed tasting each other's mouth. "We'll figure something out don't you worry, Al."

The door opened and in came Nate with a full cup of water and an empty cup. He placed the full cup down and tore the other into a shallower cup and filled it with a little water and offered it to the men to drink. Al went first and then Art. They were thankful for the drink, it helped alot. Then Nate asked it they had reached a decision.

"If it is alright with you we'd like to go to your place. That seems the most logical place at this time. Of course we don't want to ruin any plans you might already have."

"Shit, just me and the TV tonight. I could use the company. I was just thinking that I just bought some shoes the other day and I still have the boxes so there you have your beds already. You have your clothes, so all you need is dinner tonight and it'll be like a sleep over, only a little different. No pillow fights!" Nate smiled and saw them smile back and was glad that things had calmed down. "Just gotta think how I'm gonna get you out of here and down to my car." Nate paused and then told them his thoughts.

"This will be the tricky part. We don't wear our uniforms home, we have lockers downstairs we change down there. I just gotta put you in my pockets and then transfer you into my pac when we get there. It'll be crowded, but if we co-operate we'll get ya in the pac no problem. Lets' just think positive and I'll be as gentle with you as I can tranferring you. Okay?"

"We trust you, Nate. What ever you have to do to get us to your place, we're ready when you are."

"I'm going to put you into my pants pockets, one on the left and one on the right. Don't move around in there or someone might see the squirming around. Once we get into the locker room I'll get you one at a time into the pac. Ready?"

They nodded yes and Nate carefully put them into his pockets and headed down into the locker room. I WAS crowded. He had to wait a long time for the guys on both sides of his locker to leave so that he had room to maneuver the guys out from his pockets and into the pac in his locker. Nate managed to do it without being caught. He was afraid that someone would think he was stealing something from the office. They had just been through 4 cops stealing contraband drug evidence, so that made him that much more nervous about the switch. Then he went and took his shower and changed as quick as he could while still remaining as normal as he could with his co-workers and took his pac and got to his car and off they went to Officer Nate Higgins' house.

Nate and the two little guys had a relaxing evening sharing pizza and whatched a movie on the VCR and then they were all tired from all the excitement of the day. Nate prepared their beds for them in the shoe boxes and kept them in the corner of his bedroom that he wouldn't be stepping in the night. Everyone slept like bugs in a rug all night.

That is until just before dawn. Al and Art were sound asleep when they noticed the boxes they were in were getting tighter and more uncomfortable with each passing minute. Suddenly a loud ripping sound came from the corner where Art and Al had been soundly sleeping. Nate woke groggy eyed and glanced over in the corner to see what all the commotion was and was surprised to see two grown, naked men sitting on shoe boxes in the corner over there. Art and Al were a little bleary as well until it hit them that they were back to normal size now. Nate jumped out of bed and went over and helped the men off the floor all laughing and feeling themselves to see if everything was back to normal.

"Well it looks like the spell wore off, you're back to normal size now. Are you alright? Does it hurt? Can I get you anything?"

"I'm fine. Al?" "I'm fine too. No broken bones. My dick is still there. Other than being cold, I'm just back to normal."

"Here, let me get you both blankets and put you up out in the living room. You get the sofa bed out and I'll get the blankets and pillows."

So they sleeped it all off and then after breakfast Nate took them back to their respective apartments. They thanked Nate for being so helpful and understanding and he assured them that there would be a search for this guy that attacked them. Once the dust settled Al called Art and to make a long story shorter they ended up becoming roommates. They discovered that once a week, where ever they were, what ever they were doing, someone would say something that would trigger a shrinking spell that would last at least 24 hours and at the most 48 hours. They had MANY adventures with this curse, and Nate had still not found the man that had done it, even 2 years later, they were still cursed with the shrinking spell. At least they had Nate they could rely on. But there were times when they were too far away for him to help them and that is the continuing adventure of Art and Al!

What will be their NEXT adventure?
That is for YOU to decide!

 

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