For years after the flaw had been discovered, scientists around the world laboured long and hard trying to solve the problem. Eventually they admitted defeat. They admitted that although you could sometimes bend the laws of physics, you couldn’t break them. They admitted that although it was possible to realign the molecules within something to make it either grow or shrink, it was impossible to make the item stay at that size.

It had been conclusively proven that an item, whether living or inanimate, could be reduced to as small as 1% of its normal size or enlarged by over 1000%. But the effects were only temporary. Inanimate objects had lasted in their alternate state for up to 2 years before returning to their original size. The longest a living creature had lasted was 12 months.

Obtusely, the smaller an item was, if it was reduced, the shorter the effects were. If it was enlarged, it lasted longer than something normally bigger than it. A cat had been shrunk to 5% of its normal size and lasted a mere week, whereas an elephant had remained affected for the full 12 month period. When the experiment was reversed, the cat had stayed enlarged for almost 9 months and the elephant for just over a week. For some reason, the average human could only be affected for about 3 months, whether it was enlarged or reduced.

All the plans and hopes that had started to form over the exciting discovery had slowly faded away as the flaws were discovered. Crops reverted to their normal size before they could be harvested, dashing the hopes of an end to world hunger. Overcrowding continued to be a problem. Only criminal sentences of less than 3 months duration were feasible and it was decided no keep the system uniform rather than have 2 different ones.

So it was that the device passed into the hands of the rich. The devices were far too expensive for the common man to own one. Instead, there were only a small number of them in the hands of the elite.

Or the lucky.

Cody Dalton was one of the very lucky. He had almost been a victim at the hands of one of the elite who had started to use his MRR-4000 to satisfy certain...needs.

The man had approached Cody at the strip club and convinced him, with the aid of a flash of an overstuffed wallet, back to his mansion. Cody was an erotic dancer, stripper and sometimes porn star. At well over 6 feet tall, heavily muscled and with a medium scattering of dark hair over his chest, he was in high demand.

It wasn’t every day someone could afford to ‘hire’ his services for the night.

Once back at the mansion, Cody had thought that it would be another run-of-the-mill sex session. They were normally boring and tedious but paid very well.

Instead, the man had tried to use the MRR-4000 on Cody to shrink him to about 3 inches tall.

This was when Cody’s luck started to assert itself. The first stroke of luck he had was that he recognised the machine. He had seen it in a magazine while waiting in a doctors surgery a couple of months ago. Intrigued, he had read the article but had dismissed the possibility of him ever seeing one.

The man had wheeled the device into the room, claiming that it was a new type of 3-dimensional video capture device. To his credit, the story was plausible. Cody knew that such devices were available to the extremely wealthy, and it certainly looked like a sophisticated video camera, if a little bulky.

Feigning interest in the device, Cody convinced the unsuspecting man to allow him to take a closer look. The man did so, confident that this muscled meat-head couldn’t possibly realise what it was.

Cody made a show of looking over the device, feigning a degree of boredom. He sidled in behind the device, as though he were going to take a video, turning it around to point at his nervous ‘date’.

"Um, be careful with that. It’s...um.. it’s very expensive and...er ...fragile."

"Lighten up man. Let’s see, I adjust this little whatsie-doover, then I fiddle with this thingumy and then I press the little red button."

The man screamed as he finally realised what was happening. He had seen which dials Cody had just adjusted and knew what was about to happen to him. His loud shout of "Nooooo" diminished in volume as rapidly as he himself shrunk.

Cody stepped out from behind the MRR-4000, his eyes locked on the now tiny man. He took a couple of steps forward until the little man was directly in front of him. The device had worked exactly as he had thought it would. He sneered at the three inch tall man who cowered in front of his feet. The tiny man had gone into a state of sheer terror. He was huddled in a fetal position, crying. His faint sobs barely reached Cody’s ears.

Cody squatted, getting a better look at the tiny man. He reached out one huge hand and extended a finger and prodded the little figure.

As soon as it touched him, the little man was up and running. Cody grunted in surprise. For a little guy, he could sure move. He guessed that fear lent him speed.

He smiled as the tiny man raced across the polished floor boards. He let him get almost to the door before he stood up. With two strides he covered the distance between them. He dropped one massive boot in front of the fleeing bug, stopping him cold. With a smooth push, Cody kicked the man back into the middle of the room.

He heard faint screams as the man rolled to a stop, almost directly under the tripod the MRR-4000 was resting on. From the gestures he was making, Cody realised he had either broken or badly sprained his left leg.

Confident the little man was going nowhere in a hurry, he started to search the mans house.

Soon enough he found the case that the MRR-4000 fitted into. He carried it back into the room. The little man was still where he left him, sobbing in pain.

Ignoring him, Cody set about packing the device away. As he moved about the device, unfastening it and taking off several of the attachments, he totally ignored the little man. It didn’t bother him if he stepped on him, he had no use for such a weak creature. He let the little man manage his own safety.

The tiny man had to constantly throw himself out of the way as Cody carelessly stepped around him. Huge boots continually shifted their position.

Finally the camera was packed away. Grabbing the case in one hand, Cody started towards the door. He paused and looked back over his shoulder at the tiny figure on the floor. He had been just going to leave him there to die, but at the last second he remembered the wealth of the man. Undoubtably he had a cleaner. Cody couldn’t take the risk that the man would be found and the story of what happened found out. He also didn’t want to kill the man. Certainly the man had trapped other men like he had intended to trap Cody. For that, he didn’t deserve an easy death. But he didn’t want to just kill him, he wanted the man to pay.

Stepping back into the room, he reached down and plucked the man in one meaty fist. The little body disappeared completely into his hand.

Stuffing him into the hip pocket of his jeans, he ignored the renewed screams of pain. Once outside, he jumped into his convertible , the device going onto the backseat.

He drove around until he finally found what he was looking for. Parking the car, Cody walked into the dark side-street. About 10 or 11 young men were milling about. As soon as Cody walked in, all of the prostitutes locked eyes on him. He was certainly a more than pleasant change from the middle-aged, overweight, married, and boring clientele.

Cody smiled, he knew what they were thinking. He wasn’t at all concerned that he was going to disappoint them in that regard. He knew that what he had in his pocket was going to more than make up for it.

The huge stripper walked up to the first of the men and reached into his pocket. Grasping the squirming man, he reached out and placed him in the expectant prostitutes hand.

His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw what he had been given. Cody murmured, "Share", gesturing at the other men, then turned away. He heard the quiet whispers of disappointment as he walked away and smiled as they turned into gasps of surprise when they saw what he had left them.

Cody drove home, confident that the little man was going to receive justice for his crimes. And then some.

Already his mind was filling with the possibilities that the MRR-4000 presented.

*****

It took Cody more than a month to determine who he was going to try the device on. He was picky with his tastes and didn’t want to capture just anyone. He methodically went through a list of people who he knew, eliminating them category by category, gradually narrowing down the list of potential's until just 2 remained. His first criteria had been sexuality. He had automatically deleted anyone who wasn't gay. Next had been a fitness test. For what he had in mind, his target was going to need to be in peak physical fitness. From there he moved onto their temperament and mental strength. He didn’t want a vegetable or someone who wouldn’t be able to cope with the changes. That one category had really slashed his list down.

He then looked at their lives. He needed someone who wasn’t going to be overly missed. That was a hard category. All of the men on the list had jobs and close friends. It was a matter of eliminating those people for whom a great fuss would be raised in trying to locate them.

With his list down to just ten men, he applied his second last category. Intelligence. He didn’t want a super genius or some meathead, rather, he wanted someone intelligent enough to recognise their limitations and abilities. That got him down to his final two.

The choice was hard. Both met all of his requirements. He had worked with both of them on one occasion or another and thought he knew them pretty well. He had even slept with them both, so he knew where they stood on that score.

When it came right down to it, he simply couldn’t differentiate them. He didn’t even have a personal preference. Then he thought about it some more: why did he have to choose? Why couldn’t he have both?

With his decision made, Cody started to think about how he was going to capture his two victims.

Pete was going to be the easy one. Cody had dinner with him at least once a month. They took it in turns to pick the venue. They had scheduled dinner for this Friday and it was Cody’s choice of venue. He rang Pete and told him that he would cook for him after they had completed their workout at the gym.

He met Pete at the gym at 6 and they worked out for 2 hours. Pete headed towards the change rooms but Cody called him back, "Why don’t we just go back to my place now, you can have a shower there?" He allowed a small tone of seduction to creep into his deep, baritone voice. Pete agreed, matching Cody stare for stare.

They jumped in Cody’s car. Pete rested his hand on Cody’s thigh during the 10 minute trip. He was hot for it and they both knew it. Cody smiled a small, secretive smile. Pete was hungry to get into his tight spandex pants. If only he knew how easy Cody was going to make it for him.

As they were walking up the stairs to Cody’s apartment, Pete put his hand on one of Cody’s butt cheeks and gave it a good squeeze. When Cody stopped in front of his door, getting his key ready to put in the lock, Pete pressed himself up against Cody’s back. Cody could feel the rock hard rod that pressed against his butt through the thin spandex shorts Pete had on.

The door opened and they stepped inside. Cody turned around so that Pete could kiss him. For a few minutes the two musclemen stood in the open doorway, kissing passionately, their hands exploring each others body, careless of anyone walking past the door. Finally Cody swung the door shut, breaking away from Pete.

Their two bodies were still sweaty from their workout as Cody led Pete by the hand towards the bedroom. He pushed Pete onto the bed, their lips locked and their hands working overtime. Pete started to pull his tight top off but Cody stopped him, "Wait a minute, I want to get something."

Cody opened the wardrobe and lifted out the MRR-4000 on its tripod. Pete grinned as he saw the "video" camera, excited at the thought.

"Just let me set this up and then we’ll get back into it," said Cody as he trained the device on his unsuspecting victim. He adjusted the dial and lined Pete up in his sights. His thumb hovered over the red "record" button for a moment, a second of hesitation. With deliberate disregard of the consequences, he pressed the button.

There was no flash of light or ray of light, not in the visible spectrum, anyway.

One moment there had been a muscleman lying on the bed in all his glory, the next there was a three inch tall doll.

Cody turned the device off and walked over to the bed. He looked down at the tiny man who was crawling back away from him in undisguised fear. He reached out with his right hand and effortlessly wrapped it around Pete. The tiny form was totally enclosed within his fist. He could feel the little man squirming in his fist and the feeling of that alone almost made him blow a load in his shorts.

With his other hand he felt his thick 7 inch rod of steel. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so hard or as horny.

He was tempted to drop Pete into his shorts and see what eventuated but he exercised self control instead. Slowly opening his fist, unwrapping finger by finger, he revealed the tiny treasure. Pete was cowering in fear of the mammoth giant who had him in his grasp.

The sight of the tiny man was too much. Throwing self restraint to the winds, Cody pulled his spandex shorts open and dropped Pete inside, letting the fabric snap back into place.

Pete had landed just to the side of the pulsing steel rod and his tiny form was clearly visible through the tight material. He was squirming, thrashing about and occasionally one of his hands or feet would brush against Cody’s shaft.

With a groan, Cody threw his head back. His whole body felt like it was on fire. Never had he felt anything like this before. Without even having to touch himself, he came explosively. The thin fabric stopped most of the hot juice from escaping, forcing it to drop back along the rigid shaft. Cody could feel it coating his groin area. He felt it as It slid down past and over the tiny figure who was thrashing even more frantically now.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on. Each spurt intensified the feeling until Cody thought he was going to fly apart at the seams.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, his cock stopped pumping out jism. The feeling, the electric tingling throughout his muscles started to fade. It was like coming down off the most intense high - better, since it was all natural.

Peeling the waist band of his pants forward, he peered down past his chest and stomach. He chuckled at the sorry sight that met his eyes. He had made a complete mess in his pants. Long strands of cooling cum stretched from the fabric to his skin. Entangled amongst all this was his diminutive captive. He was coated in the stuff and was plastered to Cody, just to the side of his slowly deflating cock.

He reached in, grasping Pete in his hand and pulling him free of the mess. Holding him totally enclosed within his fist, he walked into the bathroom. It was time to get cleaned up before he gave some serious thought to how he would entrap his other victim.

*****

Rick ignored the gentle jibes from his workout buddies as he headed towards the change rooms. He knew he had finished a complete workout, regardless of what they said. If the truth be known, he had worked out a lot harder than any of them were likely to.

The change rooms were empty at this time of night. There were probably only a couple of other people in the whole gym. Stopping in front of his locker, he opened it, grabbing a towel from his bag inside before sitting down on the bench.

He leaned down and unlaced his sneakers before pulling them off. He peeled his sweaty socks off, letting them drop to the floor next to his shoes.

Stripping off his wet top and pants he pushed his jockstrap down. Leaving the clothes piled loosely at the foot of his locker, he grabbed his towel and headed towards the showers. He was looking forward to a nice hot one. It was always better working out this late at night - there was more hot water and no-one to share it with.

Rick turned on several of the showers. Instantly hot water powered out with accompanying clouds of steam. The water felt good on his tired muscles. After cleaning off the worst of the sweat and grime, he closed his eyes, leaning against one of the walls of the shower, just relaxing and letting the steam and hot water work its magic.

He didn’t hear the door to the change rooms open, or hear the lock being turned. He certainly didn’t see Cody walk in with a bag under his arm, or see him hide behind some other lockers.

Turning the taps off, Rick sighed as he stepped out of the showers. There was nothing like the feeling of a good, long, hot shower. His skin practically glowed. Grabbing his towel, he started to dry off his short, dark hair.

He didn’t see Cody step out from behind a locker and point the MRR-4000 at him and fire. He didn’t notice the effect of it either.

As he pulled the towel off his head, he looked about in confusion. Where had everything gone? He should have been at the bench in front of his locker, instead he was on an immense cement slab that stretched off into the distance for what looked like a couple of hundred feet before hitting a blank wall. Bewildered, he looked up. Far, far above him stretched massive beams of wood.

With startling clarity, he realised what had happened. Somehow, he had shrunk to a tiny size. He was standing under the bench.

The towel dropped to the floor, unnoticed. Looking around in what could almost be called terror, he adjusted to new landmarks. His jaw dropped as he saw a mountain of clothing nearby, partly obscuring two enormous sneakers. He recognised them as the clothes that he had stripped out of only 15 minutes before.

His mouth still open, he wandered over to them. They were absolutely enormous. Coming to stand next to his right sneaker, he realised he had to be no more than an inch tall. His head barely reached the top of the toes of his shoes.

But the biggest shock of all was yet to come. A shadow fell across him causing him to look up. He took an involuntary step backward as Cody came into view.

A Nike crosstrainer bigger than a bug slammed down in front and to the side of Rick followed to the other side by the other sneaker. Rick followed the shoes up over the firmly muscled calf muscles, past the knees and onto the massive thighs. His eyes paused for a moment as they looked up into Cody’s workout shorts and the huge basket that they barely hid. His eyes rapidly travelled over the huge flat stomach, over the bulging pecs and finally to Cody’s handsome face. Cody was staring down at him with what looked terrifyingly like hunger.

Rick let out a totally involuntary and very un-muscleman-like squeak as Cody started to crouch down, left hand extended.

Reflexes kicked in and Rick was running. He got all of five strides before Cody’s hand totally enveloped him. Plucked from the ground in mid step, enclosed on all sides by hot flesh, Rick kicked and punched.

The flesh prison opened suddenly and Rick was confronted with Cody’s piercing blue eyes. They were the size of garbage bin lids and they seemed to pin Rick to the spot with their intensity.

Cody inspected Rick like an insect before the fingers curled close, cutting off Ricks view. Seconds later, the fingers uncurlled again, the palm tilting beneath the inch tall man. Tumbling out of control, Rick plunged into the top shirt pocket of Cody’s shirt.

*****

Pete didn't know what to do. He realised what had happened to him and he knew that eventually he would return to his normal height. In the meantime, however, he was trapped at his inch high height, completely at the mercy of Cody.

He shuddered at the thought of his giant captor. He hadn't really had time to process what was going on when Cody first shrunk him down. His mind had seemed to separate itself from his body as Cody had dropped him into his pants and shot a load all over him.

It wasn't until a couple of hours after the event that he had recollected himself. By that time he had been fished out of Cody's pants, cleaned off under a torrent of water and then dropped into his current prison.

There was no possible way out. He knew exactly where he was. Cody had a glass topped coffee table in the middle of his lounge room with a wooden box base. It was designed to be a display case for fragile items, he had seen one in a furniture store where they had put sand and shells in it. It was very effective.

Unfortunately, it was also a very effective prison.

The wooden walls towered hundreds of feet over Pete. Even if he had been able to reach the top, the glass sat flush on the wood - glass more than four foot thick.

He was sitting in the corner, knees drawn up under his chin, feeling sorry for himself, when he heard Cody return home.

At first he couldn't see the giant man, he could only feel the vibrations of him moving about the house. With shocking suddenness, Cody appeared. Words failed Pete.

How do you describe adequately a moving mountain of living, breathing flesh? Enormous didn't even come close.

For a moment it seemed that Cody couldn't see Pete and a frown of concern wrinkled his brow, but then he spotted the tiny figure huddled in a corner and a sly smile spread across his handsome face. Pete watched as Cody fished about in his shirt pocket for a moment before drawing something small out, hidden inside his hand.

With his free hand, Cody reached down and grabbed one side of the glass surface, lifting it on the opposite hinges.

Pete tried to push himself into a smaller ball, terrified that Cody was going to pick him up. Instead, Cody opened his hand and dropped something into the middle of the prison. When the massive hand retracted and Cody closed the lid, Pete saw that it was another little man, the same size as him.

To be continued...