Rob's Big Adventure
By Dwindling1

Rob could hardly believe his luck. Every weekend spent at bar after bar, and yet he went home alone.
Not, he felt, that he didn't have something to offer the right guy. He was five feet, nine inches tall, reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. He enjoyed walking and hiking and also did a modest daily workout to keep off extra pounds and stay in good general shape. He didn't have huge muscles, but he wasn't unappealing.
So, finally, he could stop wondering what was wrong with him and concentrate on what seemed to be going right for him.

Everything had fallen into place almost effortlessly. He noticed the cute, young guy almost as soon as his eyes began to adjust to the shadowy, smoke-filled bar.
A slender, tall young man with dark hair cut short to the scalp in a spiky buzz. A dangling gold ring in one ear. Nice body, with a hint of slim, muscular definition. A slim waist and a nice chest.

He enjoyed a long look, but never expected for the look to be reciprocated. At age 34, Rob figured getting the younger guys to look his way was next to impossible.

But this guy — he not only looked in Rob's direction, he moved across the floor and stopped to stand next to Rob.

'I'm Joe,' the guy said, holding out his hand.
Rob, flustered, extended his own hand.
Joe pumped his hand with a firm handshake.
And they began to talk.
••••••••
Before long, Rob learned that Joe was 20 years old and a student at the local college.

'Look, why don't we go back to your place?' Joe suggested. 'I can't even buy a drink here!'
Rob, despite his interest in Joe, hesitated. Quickly, Joe added, 'We could go back to my place, but I live in the dorms on campus.'
'Sure, I understand,' Rob said lamely. 'Yeah, let's go back to my place for awhile.'
••••••••
Rob invited Joe into his apartment. 'I could get us some beers from the fridge,' he offered.
'No, let me get them,' Joe said. 'Where's your kitchen?'
'Through there,' Rob gestured.
'You just have a seat. Get comfortable,' Joe said, before he ducked into Rob's kitchen.

Rob took a seat on the sofa. He simply could not stop telling himself how lucky he was. Even if nothing happened, he felt pleased to even be able to spend a couple of hours with a young man as handsome and interesting as Joe.
Joe returned holding two bottles. He had already opened the bottles. He handed one to Rob.
Rob took a quick swallow of beer. Joe settled onto the sofa next to him.

'So, what do you do?' Joe asked.
'I take reservations for hotels over the telephone. You need to book a trip somewhere, I can find you a hotel room.'
'Sounds interesting,' Joe said.
'Well, not really,' Rob admitted. 'What do you want to do? I mean, once you are finished with school.'
Joe smiled. 'I don't know. I don't know why I even bother with college. My real interest is in old occult magic and spells.'


Rob grinned. 'So, you like to play fantasy games? Like Dungeons and Dragons or something?'
'No,' Joe said. 'I like to dabble with spells and other magic.'
'Spells? No kidding.' Rob laughed slightly.
'I know, that's the usual reaction,' Joe said. He smiled. 'But, you've probably never really experienced the effects of a real magic spell.'
'Guess not,' Rob agreed. 'Uh, how does it work?'
'Lots of ways,' Joe said. 'I like to mix potions and elixirs. All you have to do to work your magic is to slip them into someone's drink.'
Rob laughed uneasily and stared at the bottle of beer in his hand.

And, as he did, almost on cue, he began to feel dizzy. Joe, the room, began to spin in circles. Everything began to look out of focus. He stumbled to his feet.
'What have you done?' Rob slurred before he fell back onto the sofa.
Joe, standing over him, looked down at him. 'It's just one of my little spells.'
••••••••
Rob gradually woke up in near darkness. 'Where the hell am I?' Rob wondered as he thought back to everything— Joe, the talk of spells, the beer, the dizziness.

Rob saw light at the end of what seemed like a long tunnel. He started to walk toward the light.
A moment later, coming into a dim region of the tunnel, he realized he was naked. 'What happened to my clothes?' Rob wondered.

Near the entrance of the tunnel, he hesitated and examined the walls. They were blue. He put out a hand to touch the wall. It felt rough like denim.
He got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. And then he heard Joe calling his name. But Joe's voice sounded odd— rumbling and coming from overhead.
••••••••
Joe had removed his T-shirt and sat back on the sofa to await Rob's appearance. He unzipped his jeans and began to fondle himself in anticipation. He didn't have to wait long.
••••••••
Joe stepped out of the tunnel. His mind began to grow cold with fear. He glanced around at familiar surroundings grown to colossal scale. He was in his own living room, but everything had grown to enormous proportions.

His field of vision was able to focus on one of the massive wooden legs of his coffee table. The leg joined the plateau of a table far above his head.

Suddenly, Joe called out his name again. 'Come out and play,' Joe invited.

Suddenly, Rob raised his head. He screamed when he saw Joe, who now looked 150 feet tall.
•••••••
Joe could not help but laugh when he saw Rob, now naked and three inches tall, scream and run across the floor.
Well, sometimes they have to learn their place.
He watched Rob run beneath his enormous coffee table. He waited patiently. Then, with practiced precision, he raised his enormous sneaker-clad foot and slammed it down inches in front of Rob's panicked flight path as the tiny man emerged from beneath the gigantic piece of furniture.

Rob slammed hard into the enormous sneaker and fell onto his back.
He saw Joe's enormous hand stretching down from the heavens before he fainted.
••••••••
Rob woke on a vast, white plain. He looked around and found his view blocked by a wall of flesh. He started to scramble back when Joe put his hand behind the tiny man.
'Come on, Rob, this isn't any fun?'
Rob realized then that he was on his own bed. Joe, now naked and reclining like some enormous statue, must have carried him into the room and placed him on the bedcovers.
'How did you do this?' Rob asked, scared by how tiny and weak his voice sounded.
'I told you. Magic!'
'Can you change me back?'
'If I want to.'
'If you want to!' Rob squeaked. 'You can't leave me like this!'
Joe's enormous fingers suddenly closed around his body. Rob was lifted, very fast, even with Joe's face.

'It's like this, Robbie,' Joe announced. 'I can do whatever I please, and there's nothing that you can do about it.'
His moist breath blew across Rob's chest and face when Joe exhaled. Then, a grin began to form across Joe's gigantic face.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. With the tip of his tongue, he licked at the tiny man in his fist.
•••••••••
Rob felt the enormous tongue rub against his chest and face. He was smeared with saliva from Joe's mouth. A sweet smell from a beer was evident in the giant's breath.
Suddenly, Joe's grip lessened, and Rob felt himself dangled over— oh my God! Rob thought. He was dangling over Joe's wide, open mouth!
••••••••
Joe dropped the little man between his open lips and then closed his mouth, sealing Rob in the moist, humid chamber. He savored the salty taste of the tiny man's flesh and enjoyed every movement as Rob thrashed about between the top of his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Rob's mind was blank with panic. He felt certain that the young giant intended to swallow him, to finish him off. But, after some time passed and he became almost too weak to struggle, he noted that he hadn't been swallowed.
Instead, Joe's tongue pushed him firmly against the roof of his mouth and worked him back and forth. His head bumped against the back of Joe's row of giant teeth. But, the feel of friction of his body against the wet, warm interior of Joe's mouth was incredibly arousing.
Not much longer and Joe tasted the tang of Rob's inevitable release. He opened his mouth and spit a blissful but spent Rob onto his open palm. The tiny man's cock was still throbbing as the erection began to subside.

A couple of weeks had passed since Rob experienced the most incredible night of his life.
The night began with him picking up a young guy at a bar and taking him home. But, that was only the prologue to a mind-blowing experience.

Joe, the young guy Rob had met at the bar, used a magic potion to shrink Rob to a teeny size of three inches tall. Then, for the rest of that night, he used Rob as a living, breathing toy man.
After his initial shock, Rob actually enjoyed the experience. So much so that he began having Joe shrink him down for regular encounters.

Eventually, however, it became clear even to Rob that Joe didn't want even a casual boyfriend, much less a relationship.

They had just finished having some incredible sex. Joe had just restored Rob after shrinking him to a size of six inches tall. Rob, still naked, grabbed a towel and pulled it around his waist.

'You could spend the night, you know?' Rob told the younger guy.
Joe was pulling on his clothes. 'Thanks, but I better not.'
'All right,' Rob said. He thought a moment. 'Hey, next time we get together, how about you shrinking?'
'I don't shrink,' Joe said flatly.
'Why not?'

Joe stopped and smiled. 'Rob, you're a great guy. So, please don't take this the wrong way...'
'Just spit it out,' Rob said, his temper rising.
'I don't want a boyfriend,' Joe said. 'We've had some great times, but I think you want more than I am willing to give.'

Rob knew that was true, but he was unwilling to give up so easily. 'Well, how about letting me in on the secret of your shrinking potion?'

'I don't know,' Joe said. 'It's been all fun and games for us, but you have to be responsible.'
'That's rich coming from you,' Rob joked. 'I'm almost 15 years older than you.'
'Age doesn't always offer wisdom,' Joe said.
Rob seethed at the tone of superiority in Joe's voice. 'I think I could manage to not cause a catastrophe,' Rob said.
Joe considered the request. Rob had been a good sport, and he even felt a friendship with the older guy.
'I'll think about it,' he promised. He kissed Rob. 'I got to get going,' he whispered. 'Bye.'
Joe's secret hope was that Rob's enthusiasm would fade.

But, phone call after phone call, not to mention e-mails and instant messages, showed Joe that Rob was determined.
He finally relented to Rob's persistent pleading and concocted Rob his own small bottle of shrinking formula and a restorative agent.
He phone him on a Friday afternoon. 'Rob, can I come over tonight?'
'Yeah,' Rob said, too eagerly. 'That would be great.'
'Fine. See you around seven.'

•••••••

Joe walked into Rob's apartment. Rob looked excited and curious as he led Joe to the couch.
'I brought you something,' Joe revealed. He took out a small box that had once contained chocolates. He put the box into Rob's hands.

Rob opened the lid and looked at two small glass containers. 'It's what you wanted,' Joe said.
'Oh my God!' Rob exclaimed. 'Thank you!'
'Not yet,' Joe said. 'There are some very precise instructions. You might want to take some notes.'

•••••••

Rob sat at his kitchen table on a Friday evening. He continued to stare, as he had been doing for the past 10 minutes, at the bottle of shrinking potion that Joe had given him. That had been almost a month ago. He still hadn't worked up the nerve to use the potion.

'I'm going to do it,' he said aloud. He went to his room and changed into an attractive shirt and some tight pants. He looked at himself in the mirror. He might not knock them dead, but he didn't care. He would command respect once he found the right guy to shrink.
He slipped the shrinking potion into the pocket in his jeans.

••••••

He went back to the same bar where he had first hooked up with Joe. For a Friday evening, there wasn't much of a crowd. He ordered a beer at the bar and began to nurse his drink while checking out the crowd.

To his dismay, he didn't find anyone that got his attention. Patiently, he waited to see if his luck might change.

••••••

Nathan and his friend, Steve, wanted to have some fun, dance a lot and maybe find someone who could buy them a few drinks.
Nathan was tall with a lanky build. He had black hair and dark eyes. His pale features were set off by full lips. He wore tight black pants and a slinky metallic shirt.
Steve, shorter with blond hair and green eyes, looked much more like a kid, although he was 19 years old, the same as his friend.

Rob got his first look at them as they enjoyed a dance to some fast-paced music. He watched them a short while later as they left the dance floor and Steve went to the bar for two bottled waters.
Rob moved closer until he was standing next to the young man, who had sweated heavily. 'You're a good dancer,' Rob remarked.

Nathan turned a glistening face toward Rob. 'Hey, thanks.'
'I'm Rob.'
'Nathan,' the younger man said.
'And your friend?'
'Oh, that's Steve. We've known each other for years.'
About that time, Steve returned with the waters. Nathan introduced Steve to Rob and accepted the bottled water.
'Is that all you'll be drinking?' Rob asked.
Nathan gulped some water. 'They won't sell us anything stronger.'
Rob smiled and lifted his beer to his mouth for a sip. An old song began to play. 'Hey, I love this song,' Rob said. 'Care to dance, Nathan?'
'Yeah.'
Rob and Nathan took to the dance floor, leaving behind Steve.
After several dances, they took a break. Rob needed to catch his breath, but Nathan looked ready for more dancing. Especially when Steve approached with just that suggestion.
'Why don't I buy you a drink and let you tell me more about yourself,' Rob said quickly.
Nathan gave his friend one quick glance. 'Catch up with you later, Steve.' He then gave Rob a winning smile. 'Well, go buy me that drink.'
After some conversation and two drinks, Rob suggested that Nathan accompany him back to his apartment.
'Where do you live?'
Rob answered him, and Nathan laughed. 'Let's go to my place,' he said. 'It's only down the street.'
Surprised, Rob agreed readily. This might prove even more of an adventure than he had expected.

••••••

Five minutes later Nathan opened the door to his apartment. Not too surprising, the place was a dump. Obviously, Nathan hadn't done much to improve on that. Discarded clothing, including undershorts, were strewn on furniture and the floor. The kitchen was frightening, with fast-food containers overflowing from a trash can.

'Make yourself at home, Rob,' Nathan said.
'Thanks.' Rob took a seat on a sofa, but he had to move some of Nathan's clothing.
'Place stays a mess,' Nathan said. 'Hey, you want a drink?'
'Sure.'
'I've got some orange juice and some colas.'
'Whatever you are having,' Rob said.

Nathan returned with two glasses of orange juice. Before he could join Rob, a phone rang in the other room. 'Sorry, be right back.'

With Nathan out of the room, Rob fumbled for his bottle of shrinking potion. He felt his resolve slipping. He could hear Nathan's voice saying, 'I've got company!'

He knew it was now or never. With his heart pounding, he spilled several drops of the potion into Nathan's glass of juice.

'Sorry,' Nathan said. He settled onto the sofa next to Rob. He picked up his glass of juice.
Rob's heart pounded in his chest as Nathan raised the glass to his lips. Nathan gulped down half the juice. And then the phone rang.

'Damn!' Nathan said. 'Be right back.'
'Wait!' Rob said. 'Uh, can't you just let it ring?'
'Hmm, look who is impatient,' Nathan joked. 'Don't worry. This will just take a second.'
From the couch, he heard Nathan speaking in the other room. 'Not right now! I told you!' Nathan said. 'Now don't call again...'

Silence. Rob got to his feet and moved over toward an entertainment unit that held Nathan's television and a collection of videotapes.
'I can't talk more right now,' Nathan's voice returned. 'I'm feeling strange. Call you later.'
Rob waited for Nathan to return. But, after a long moment, the young man still hadn't returned.
'Dammit!' Rob said. His plan wasn't going smoothly at all.
He walked to the door of Nathan's bedroom. 'Nathan?'
The room was empty. Or so it appeared. Rob, from experience, knew better.
'Nathan, I know you are in here,' Rob said. 'Come on out. I didn't mean for it to happen like this. I'll explain everything.'

As he spoke, he moved carefully into the room, having to step over mounds of clothing and discarded fast-food wrappers. He looked down at his feet as he made a path across the room. That's when he saw the silvery shirt that Nathan had been wearing. He picked the shirt off the floor. Not far away he saw Nathan's shoes, boxers, pants, but no sign of a shrunken Nathan.

Of course, the untidy room offered plenty of concealment for a tiny man.
'Nathan, please come out!' Rob shouted.
Suddenly, the phone rang again. Rob ignored the phone and continued to search.

•••••

Nathan's mind was still spinning. He had just finished his phone conversation when he had blacked out. When he came around he found himself beneath a massive silver tent.
He crawled out from under the silver cloth and found himself in his room, which had grown enourmous.
But, he was alert enough to realize that wasn't what had happened. 'I've shrunk!'
That's when he heard Rob calling out to him. 'He shrunk me!' Nathan said. And that initiated the current game of cat and mouse.

•••••

Rob was heading toward the bed when he glimpsed a pale form sprint from behind a discarded paper bag.

He had found Nathan!

In short order, he held the squirming youth in his grasp.

'Let go of me!' Nathan screamed in his tiny voice.
Rob gazed at the reduced youth. He was less than the length of Rob's middle finger.
'I won't hurt you,' Rob said. 'I only want to have some fun.'
'Fun!' Nathan rained ineffectual punches with his tiny fists against Rob's fingers. 'You bastard! What have you done to me?'
Rob took a few steps and put Nathan onto the top of a nightstand. He unbuckled his pants. 'I've done this myself as a little guy,' he told Nathan. 'It can be so much fun!'

Nathan looked horrified. He saw a giant bulge beneath Rob's undershorts. 'You're crazy!'
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door to Nathan's apartment.

'We'll just ignore that,' Rob said. 'They'll go away.'
Nathan smiled. 'Maybe not.'
To his horror, Rob heard a key turning in a lock. 'Oh my God!'

He grabbed the protesting shrunken youth and stuffed him without ceremony into his undershorts.

••••••

Rob got into the living room, but he looked in a state of disarray.
He was surprised to see a kid, although the youth looked familiar. 'Hi,' the boy said. 'Is Nathan around?'
Within Rob's undershorts, pressed between the fabric and Rob's balls, Nathan recognized the voice of his friend, Steve.

'Steve!' Nathan screamed. But his mouth opened against a wall of fabric, and his tiny voice barely registered. And, to hinder his efforts to be heard, Rob lowered his huge hand and rested it in front of his crotch. He now recognized Nathan's young friend from back on the dance floor at the bar.

'I'm sure he will be back soon,' Rob said. 'You a friend of his?'
'Yeah,' Steve said. 'Well, I can come back some other time.'
'Why don't you wait?' Rob said. 'I'll get you a drink.'
'Where is Nathan?'
'No!' Nathan thought. 'He will shrink Steve, too!' He gave a kick to the underside of Rob's balls.
Not painful, it still got Rob's attention.
'What's going on?' Steve asked. 'I called here not 10 minutes ago. Where's Nathan?'
Rob saw Nathan's unfinished juice. 'Here, just drink this and we can talk,' he said.
Steve took the glass of juice. He didn't drink.
Rob felt his heart pounded. He also felt Nathan squirming in his briefs. He grabbed up his own glass of juice and took a drink.
Steve, still regarding Rob with suspicion, took a sip of juice.
'So, you have your own key?' Rob said. 'Nathan didn't tell me that.'
'Where is he?'
'He's closer than you think,' Rob said. He tried to get back into his game.

Steve drank more of the spiked juice. 'Well, maybe I should go.'
'Not yet!' Rob leaped to his feet.
'No, I think I'll go.'
Rob began to unzip his pants. 'Wait! All right, I'll get Nathan for you.'

Steve started for the door, but Rob reached into his undershorts and removed Nathan.
'Wait!' Rob yelled. 'Here's your friend.'
Steve looked at the squirming figure in Rob's hand.
'Nathan!' Steve exclaimed. 'Oh, shit!'
'I don't intend to hurt anyone,' Rob said. 'I thought we might all have some fun with this.'
'I don't feel good,' Steve said.
The youth looked faint. But, as both Rob and tiny Nathan could tell by looking at him, Steve's own shrinking had begun.

The youth's clothes began to look baggy. 'Oh my God!' Steve screamed. 'You're shrinking me, too. Help! Help!'
Rob moved to put Nathan on the kitchen table. Then, he tried to calm Steve, who by now was less than three feet tall.
'Help!' Steve continued to scream.

••••••

Half an hour later, Rob's shrunken men remained obstinate. Although Steve was shaky, Nathan's own determination instilled some courage in his friend. Despite threats, despite prodding, despite entreaties, despite begging, they refused to have anything to do with him.
'You're both four inches tall!' Rob roared at them at one point. 'You had better do what you're told.'
'Or what?' Nathan asked.
'I'll...I will stomp on you both!'
Steve looked nervous, but Nathan laughed. 'You don't got the balls!' Nathan said. 'And, I've been down your underwear. I know what I'm talking about.'

Rob sank back into a chair. He knew when he was beaten.
'Grow us back,' Nathan demanded.
'I'll have to take you to my apartment,' he said. 'That's where I keep the restorative.'

•••••••

An hour later, Steve was grown back to his full size. 'Now, do Nathan,' Steve demanded.
Rob made ready to comply, but Nathan intervened. 'Go back to my place and wait,' he told his friend. 'If I'm not back by noon tomorrow, you can call the police.'
'What are you doing?' Rob asked.
'Well, I've had time to think. I can see that you made a mistake, but you kept your word. You restored Steve.'
'Let's just get out of here,' Steve said.
'No, I think this situation might be interesting,' Nathan said. 'He won't do anything to me. He knows that you could finger him!'

'I never meant to hurt anyone,' Rob repeated yet again.
'I believe you,' Nathan told him. He turned and faced his friend. 'Go back to my place,' Nathan repeated to Steve. 'I'll see you tomorrow.'

••••••

When they were alone, Nathan peered up at Rob. 'I know I made that crack earlier,' he said. 'But, actually, I was very impressed by my earlier accommodations.'
Rob, still stunned by Nathan's decision, shook his head. 'In your underwear, man!'
'Oh, yeah!' Rob said.
'Why don't we begin there?'

Rob smiled and reached for the tiny young man.
A moment later he began to feel the incredible sensations as Nathan busied himself with massaging his rapidly growing cock. Soon, Rob made his way to his bed and carefully stretched out so as not to disturb the little man in his undershorts.
A short while later, he noticed that the sensations stopped. He looked down and saw Nathan crawling from beneath the waistband of his shorts.

'What are you doing?' Rob asked.
'Why not take 'em off?' Nathan suggested.
Rob, with a grin, quickly stripped and Nathan approached Rob's cock, which jutted upwards from his huge balls. He reached his arms around the shaft.
Next, he climbed onto the organ and straddled it with both legs.
Rob leaned back on his bed against the pillows. As Nathan worked on him, he kept uttering some low moans and gasps.
In short order, he came, with little Nathan riding his throbbing organ through the entire cataclysmic orgasm.
Rob then relaxed, looked down at Nathan, whose tiny body had been coated by a spurt of the cum, and grinned.
'That was awesome,' Rob said.
Nathan, wearing a tiny grin, looked up and said, 'My turn!'