My Ex-Boyfriend's Back

 By Martin

Mike was having trouble catching his breath, and there was a quivery feeling in his stomach. He opened his mouth for the tenth time, but nothing came out but an abortive gasp.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' demanded Jason, who was losing all patience. 'Just say it!'
But Mike couldn’t. He had always trusted his boyfriend—hell, he’d trusted him with his very life on countless occasions—but he was afraid of what might happen now. Jason was a big guy, and it was very easy for him to appear a lot bigger. Mike darted his eyes around, unconsciously noting the closest exit in case things turned ugly. But if Jason really did get mad, he knew there would be no real escape.
'Mike…' said Jason quietly, dangerously.
'Jason, I—'
'Dammit, do I have to tie you up and stick you in my shoe until you’re ready to talk?' Jason made a move toward his nervous boyfriend, but Mike lurched backward.
'No! Stop it! Don’t! I don’t want to be small anymore, OK? I just can’t take it!'
This time, Jason was speechless. 'Wha—'
'Jason, I’m sorry. I just . . . I don’t know what to tell you. I just don’t think things are working out. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I’ve decided to move out. I’m sorry.' Mike cringed, thinking he’d really done it now. Jason was usually very good about keeping his personae separate. When Mike was normal sized, he was a typical boyfriend… maybe a little gruff and demanding, but not unusual. But sometimes, when he was really angry, he’d take on the 'giant master' personality he used only after shrinking Mike to a tiny size. And then, Mike knew to really tread carefully. He didn’t know what he was expecting now. Jason had never shrunk him without his permission, although he had threatened to do it a few times. The anticipation was killing him, though. He KNEW he should have moved out while Jason was at work, left a note. He trusted Jason, but he’d learned a long time ago not to provoke him.
But Jason, it seemed, was having a hard time absorbing this. 'But Mike, I-I don’t understand. I thought we were so happy.'
Mike sighed. 'Jason, it was great while it lasted. Really. I care about you a lot, and it’s really killing me to do this. But I just can’t go on like this. Please try to understand.'
'What is it?' Jason demanded. 'The shrinking? You said you liked it. I thought you liked looking up at me, crawling around on my body. Didn’t I always take care of you?'
But Mike knew he could never make Jason understand . . . he could barely articulate to himself what effect the past year of spending at least part of every day under a foot tall was having on him. He was losing his independence, his confidence, his strength of will. Even when he was big, he was beginning to feel like nothing more than Jason’s puppet. Shrinking him had always been Jason’s fantasy, not his. He’d gone along with it because he had thought he was in love—and was definitely in lust—with this six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound hunk of beef. But now, for his own sanity, he had to move on.
In answer to Jason’s questions, Mike could only shrug his shoulders and shake his head. Later that night, almost unable to believe he was getting away with it, he left with his suitcase to spend the night at a friend’s house. Later that week, he came while Jason was at work and moved the rest of his things. He just couldn’t bear seeing Jason’s sad face begging him one more time to reconsider.
Mike had reconsidered a dozen times already, but he kept coming up with the same conclusion. Jason was history. It was time to start a new life on his own . . . and at his proper height.

Six months later, Mike really was in love. Phil kept asking about his past relationship, but Mike didn’t have much to say on the topic. He never wanted to admit that he’d allowed himself to be someone’s plaything for so long. His life with Jason was behind him forever.
Phil wanted to talk about moving in with Mike, but Mike kept putting the discussion off. His independence was important to him now that he finally had it. At 24, he’d gone straight from relying on his parents to living with Jason, who’d been 30 when they’d met and able to support him while he looked for work. Now that he was making his own way, Mike relished his strength and capability of surviving by himself. And he thought Phil, who had just graduated from college at 22, should have the same experience.
But aside from that philosophical disagreement, Mike and Phil were the perfect pair. Phil was young, innocent, and beautiful. His dirty blond hair and light eyes provided a pleasant contrast to Mike’s handsome black-Irish appearance. Their personalities were well suited, and although both were somewhat inexperienced sexually (Mike had only very rarely had sex with Jason at normal size), they were able to make each other hotter than they’d ever been before.
One Friday night, after a long week, the two met at Mike’s apartment and collapsed into each other’s arms. Although both were exhausted, it didn’t take long for their arousal to get the better of them. Fifteen minutes later, they were sprawled across Mike’s bed. Phil lay on his stomach, arching his back as Mike repeatedly slammed his hard cock in and out of his hot bubble butt.
Mike was enjoying himself immensely. He’d never been allowed to take the top position with Jason, and he was delighted that both he and Phil were versatile enough to switch off. And while he loved opening himself up to his boyfriend’s beautiful dick, there was something very, very satisfying about being the dominant one on occasion.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Mike thrust himself repeatedly deep into Phil’s body, their moans harmonizing loudly in the darkened room. Feeling a sudden, almost-familiar twinge in his body, however, Mike lost his balance and collapsed onto his boyfriend’s muscular back. 'Oof,' they both said at the same time.
'Sorry, sweetie,' Mike whispered, kissing his beloved’s ear as he raised himself up again. Once again, he began his rhythmic pounding into Phil’s ass. It felt wonderful, so tight and hot. He could tell Phil loved it, too . . . deep groans of pleasure from both of them filled the room.
With all of his concentration on the pleasurable sensations from his cock, Mike didn’t notice when the other changes started to take place, but he did notice when Phil’s ass became just a little less tight, when it offered a little less friction. Phil, too, seemed to notice that he wasn’t being filled as deeply and roughly as before, and his moans were replaced by deep breathing. 'Hey, babe,' he said, grinding his ass backward against his boyfriend’s groin. 'You’re not getting soft on me, are you?'
'Uh, no,' said Mike, trying to thrust deeper. In fact, he was as hard as a rock, but the sensations just weren’t the same for either of them. Stung by a sudden suspicion, he began looking wildly around the room, even as he continued fucking Phil so as not to raise any concern.
'Mmmmmmm,' moaned Phil, for whom Mike’s frantic activity made up for his diminishing girth. Mike was trying to compare his size against everything he could see, including the man who was lying under him, but the effects were subtle. He was sure now, though, that he was shrinking. Now that he knew what to be aware of, he could feel the tiny jolts that had always shot through his body when Jason had shrunk him slowly.
No, he thought, horrified. Not in front of Phil. Anything but that!
He stopped the thrusting of his hips, ready to leap up and run out of the room, when the tiny jolts suddenly turned into the burst of energy he was more familiar with from the rapid use of Jason’s power—the 'down elevator,' the giant had always called it laughingly. And this down elevator plummeted faster than ever before. Before he even registered the sensation, Mike was eight inches tall. He’d diminished toward his center of gravity, and so when he regained his senses, he was sprawled across Phil’s huge round butt. His tiny dick was still lined up with his lover’s gargantuan asshole.
Frozen with absolute shock and horror, Mike couldn’t move, even when the ass he was laying on began to clench in a monstrous show of playfulness, trapping him between its rock-hard muscles. 'HEY,' Phil rumbled teasingly. 'COME BACK HERE, MISTER! YOU’RE NOT DONE YET!'
He thinks I just pulled out and backed away for some reason, thought Mike, who did not want to disabuse his giant lover of this notion. He didn’t know how he’d explain where he’d got off to—if and when he ever got back to his normal size—but the last thing he wanted was to be seen in this embarrassing state.
Gaining control of his body, he prepared to slide off of the huge butt and dash away to somewhere where he could hide and think, but Phil moved faster. Horny and unfulfilled, the giant began thrusting his ass backward toward where he thought Mike was sitting. This had the effect of hastening Mike’s egress. In a moment, the eight-inch man found himself toppled between the giant thighs, his face pressed into the back of Phil’s enormous ballsac. A second later, however, his neck practically whiplashed as the soft pillow was launched out from under him, upward and backward at a tremendous rate. Phil was getting to his hands and knees, and Mike was now positioned directly under the defined abs of the giant who towered over him, the gigantic, hard cock almost reaching down to his cowering body.
'COME ON, BABY,' moaned the giant, turning his head slightly to the side and giving Mike a chance to edge away in the opposite direction. 'DON’T KEEP ME WAITING.' Too horrified at the possibility of being spotted, the little man was able to withstand Phil’s immense beauty. While Phil’s attention was elsewhere, Mike crept to the side of the bed, where he encountered another big problem: there was no way down.

One moment you're on top, the next...
Well, you're not.
A shaken Mike struggled to take in the staggering reversal of his fortunes.
If he hadn't already many times experienced the process of shrinking, the now 8-inch-tall man would have freaked out.
Even so, he needed all his self-control to keep from panicking.
But, it didn't make any sense. He hadn't seen Jason in more than six months. How could this be happening to him?
'Mike?' Phil's loud voice boomed. 'What's going on?'
Phil's loud voice defined Mike's true problem. His immediate dilemma involved Phil, not his ex-lover. He could not let Phil see him like this. That would be too embarrassing. He didn't even want to contemplate it.
Suddenly, Phil was moving. The giant body heaved itself over until Phil was resting on his side. The motion rocked the entire bed beneath Mike's tiny feet. He fought to maintain his balance on the quaking mattress. When the movement stopped, he was still standing frozen near the edge of the bed.
He wanted to hide, but he was too late.
He felt Phil's gaze on him before he actually heard Phil's startled gasp. 'Mike?' Phil asked, in a hushed tone of shock. 'What the hell?'
Mike raised his eyes and saw Phil, reclining on his side, staring across the bed at him.
'Please, don't look at me,' Mike begged. 'I don't want you to see me like this.'
'Why did you do this?' Phil said. 'No, fuck that! How did you do this?'
Mike took a few steps across the rumpled bedcovers. 'I didn't do this,' he said. 'It's a long story.'
'Do you think I'm going somewhere?' Phil asked. He stretched out on his stomach, his huge face near his tiny boyfriend.
He was so close that Phil's warm, moist breath blew over him when Phil exhaled. 'Well, out with it, mister. I'm all ears,' Phil announced.
So, finally, Mike spilled out the details to Phil of his tortured relationship with Jason.
During Mike's recounting of his time with Jason, Phil listened closely, learning more details than Mike had ever willingly offered about his former boyfriend. Phil had slowly gone soft during Mike's tale, but as details began to emerge of what they had done together whenever Jason shrunk Mike, his cock had begun to harden again.
Fortunately, he was resting on his stomach, and his state of arousal was concealed from tiny Mike.
Mike finished by telling Phil how much he had wanted to keep his past with Jason a secret. 'I never wanted you to know about that part of my life,' he said.
'Why not?' Phil asked. 'I think it is sexy, baby!'
'No!' Mike exclaimed. He felt dismay at the sound of his squeaky cry of outrage. 'Sure, it started out as a turn-on, but after awhile, I felt so unimportant and degraded.'
'Jason made you feel that way,' Phil argued. 'This is different.'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, how would you like to explore my giant body?' Phil asked.
'What?' Mike's mind reeled in shock at Phil's proposal. He shook his head. 'No. We have got to find out how Jason managed to do this.'
'Baby, we'll have plenty of time for that,' Phil said. He reached out and took Mike into his hand. He could not help but utter an astonished gasp at feeling his boyfriend's entire body encompassed within the grasp of one hand.
Mike had always looked at Phil's long, tapering fingers as delicate. They didn't feel at all delicate as they wrapped around Mike's small body and lifted him with ease.
'God, this is hot!' Phil said. 'I can see the attraction.'
Being held as a plaything by Phil was anything but attractive to Mike. 'Put me down!' Mike snapped.
Phil propped himself up on some pillows and reclined on the bed. He did lower his hand — and Mike — right toward his huge, hard cock.
Mike saw the enormous organ — so encompassing, so overpowering. Against his better judgment, he felt himself compelled to worship it. He leaped from his boyfriend's palm to settle across the width of the thick organ. Phil leaned back and moaned as Mike gave the giant cock his full attention.
Although Mike had never felt any complaints regarding Phil's endowment, he realized that Phil wasn't a 'huge' man. Now, however, Phil appeared gigantic in every respect.
Suddenly, Phil's hand pressed Mike deeper into the flesh of the huge cock. The firm flesh gave only slightly, and Mike felt the tingle of a delicious pressure as he was pushed deeper into the fleshy shaft's surface.
Suddenly, Mike felt chilled as Phil reached for a tube of lubricant and applied some of the substance onto his cock and onto the body of his shrunken lover. Then, he began to move Mike back and forth along his hard cock.
The pressure was too much. 'Phil, be careful,' Mike begged. 'Stop! Please, it's too much.'
Instead, Phil moved his hand faster and faster, trapping Mike against the swollen cock and the palm of Phil's hand. Slowly, with a unstoppable, mounting force, Mike felt intense pressure both within and without his body. He came, exploding onto the wide surface of Phil's cock. Phil, who came almost at the same instant, was far too lost in his own sensations to realize that Mike had shot out on him.
After a few restful moments of bliss, a recovered Phil raised his body slightly and stared down at Mike, who was sprawled over Phil's gradually deflating cock.
'Well, one thing is settled,' Phil announced in a tone that struck Mike as rather smug. 'I guess I'll be moving in now to take care of you.'
'What?' Still sluggish, Mike felt his senses spring back to full alert upon hearing Phil's pronouncement.
Phil frowned. 'I'm tired of all your arguments. Besides, look at you! How could you survive on your own? We don't know how long this shrinking is going to last.'
Mike refused to consider that his small size was anything other than a temporary condition. 'I've just got to find Jason and reason with him.'
'That may well be the case,' said Phil. 'Until then, little guy, I guess I'm the boss.'
Phil made his comment lightly, tossing it out as a playful joke. For Mike, however, being at the complete mercy of another giant, even one as caring and benevolent as Phil, was a crushing setback.
••••••••••
So, Phil moved in. Each day, Phil moved more of his belongings into Mike's apartment. He also screened all of Mike's calls. Since Mike was a freelance artist, he didn't have an office calling and demanding his whereabouts. At the moment, he had only a few clients, and Phil managed to thwart most of them with some artful omissions and some clever stalling tactics.
He had just finished telling one of Mike's clients that Mike's schedule was too full for him to possibly take on any additional work. After he hung up the phone, Phil leaned back and looked at his shrunken lover. 'Looks like I've got you all to myself.'
Mike was wearing a crudely tailored dishcloth in the style of a toga. Phil had brought him the dishcloth when Mike complained about having to remain naked all the time. He was seated on the top of the nightstand next to his giant bed.
Mike stared at Phil, who had taken a seat on the bed near him. He knew he was only allowing his mind to fall prey to dark imaginings, but when he looked at Phil, he didn't see a youthful innocent. He saw only a powerful, dominating giant of a man. In comparison, Mike could only wallow in self-pity as he realized how weak, puny and dependent he had become.
'What's wrong?' Phil asked, finally taking notice of Mike's downturned emotions.
'I'm sorry,' Mike said. 'I promised myself I would never depend on anyone again. You don't understand what Jason put me through.'
'I'm not Jason!' The strident tone of Phil's remark caused Mike to cringe.
At the sight of the cowering little man, Phil grew more subdued. 'I'm sorry, baby. Don't be scared of me. I'd never hurt you.'
'I know,' he said. 'I keep telling myself that.'
'I know what you need, mister,' Phil declared. He reached out and roughly tore off Mike's dishcloth toga. 'Face down, mister!'
'I'm not in the mood for—'
'Do it!' Phil urged. 'Please!'
The image of the giant begging him to comply did its magic. Mike leaped across the small divide between the nightstand and the bed onto the bedcovers. He made his way toward Phil's hulking frame. Then, he laid on his stomach.
A moment later Phil's huge tongue slowly played over his body, wetting his back and tickling his tingling butt. Mike moaned.
'Do you like that, little man?'
Mike whispered hoarsely. 'You know I do.'
Mike's cock was stiff. He rolled over onto his back. Phil leaned in and managed to engulf Mike's erection between his enormous lips. Mike screamed in pleasure as he came.
He lay almost senseless for a few moments. Then, he noticed that Phil was getting dressed.
'What's going on?' Mike asked. 'Come back here and I'll get you off.'
'Later, little guy,' Phil said. 'I have some errands to run.'
'They can wait!'
'Can't play right now,' Phil said, laughing as he looked down at his tiny boyfriend. 'God, aren't you ever satisfied?'
'I'll remember that,' Mike said, allowing himself a playful moment with his giant lover. For the moment, at least, he could forget everything except his love for Phil.
••••••••
Several weeks passed with no revelation from Mike's ex-boyfriend. Each day, Mike thought Jason would call to reveal himself as the instigator of this vengeful joke.
With each passing day, Mike grew more worried.
Until one day, while Phil was out of the apartment to buy some groceries, Jason returned.
Hearing the door of the apartment open, Mike ran across the yardstick bridge placed between the sofa and the coffee table. He stood next to a dish of floating incense candles, looking up, expecting to see Phil enter.
Instead, he saw Jason's truly giant form intrude into the apartment.
Phil looked big to his eight-inch-tall lover. Jason looked gigantic! The six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound hunk looked more muscular and broad-shoulder than when they had broken up.
Mike wanted desperately to hide, under the sofa, anywhere. But that wasn't an option.
Jason saw him. Walking to the coffee table, keeping his eyes fastened on Mike, Jason stopped at the sofa. He took a seat, grinning widely as he looked across at Mike. He had almost forgotten how unbelievably hot Mike looked at such a reduced size.
'So, how's everything?' Jason asked.

To be continued…