Going Down

Karl moaned and turned over in the thick, red covers of his hammock.
Ever since he'd moved to Northern Wi sconsin, he'd made it a point to
enjoy the seasons in all their forms. Winter, however, had been
reluctant to provide him with anything to love. His well-toned, tan
body -the result of a 90-minute drive to the nearest tanning salon
once a week- shivered slightly as a cool breeze wisped from the
vicinity of his window over his feet.

He'd always slept in a hammock, stringing it across the bedroom at an
angle and anchoring it in the two main support beams that held up the
roof. His home, rather isolated here in the pine forests near Wasau,
looked like a rustic, log cabin. It was perfect for a wildlife
photographer like himself and also offered him the privacy he needed
for the occasional times he had a man over for a romantic evening.

Being 'out' was n't really very enticing to Karl, and even though
he'd marched in the Chicago Pride parades for the 7 years previous to
his relocation to this area, moving to this rural dream area put all
that in perspective. Unlike in Chicago, he wasn't surrounded by a
nominally permissive community here and he felt concerned without
knowing that many of the folk in this area. Still, in the two years
he'd lived here, he'd not seen much of his neighbors save on rare
occasions when he went out cross-country skiing throu gh the woods.

Tossing slightly, Karl glanced at the fireplace and cursed dimly. It
was a low glow of embers now; he'd forgotten to put it out before he
fell asleep last night. Grunting to himself, he swung his hips
upwards and set his feet down on the hardwood floor, grimacing at the
cold and stomping quickly over to close the fireplace's flu. Fishing
around with his free hand up the fireplace, he managed to wearilly
find the metal bar that controlled the mechanism and give it a sharp
tug. Feeling t he flue close and the cold air wane somewhat, he
almost didn't notice a small box that fell -dislodged- from somewhere
higher in the flue.

Curious, Karl bent forward and picked up the small, intricately
carven box that lay half-buried in last night's as hes. It was rather
nice, actually, if a bit sooty. Small, carven acorns and vines
crawled over it's surface, twining around and being a part of an
image of a man's smiling face. It looked like some sort of old wood
cutting that had been reproduced on t he little box and he curiously
turned it over. On the back, a Celtic cross was inscribed and an odd
series of letters:

"CERNUNNOS"

Snorting lightly, Karl padded naked back towards his hammock turning
the little box over and over in his palms. He cou ldn't see a hinge
or latch for it anywhere. It was only slightly smaller than a box of
kitchen matches and he could feel something small rolling around
inside as he moved it. Sitting down instead on his overstuffed chair
in the corner, Karl rubbed his f laacid penis absently and looked
closer. Maybe it was like some sort of Chinese puzzle box.

Placing his fingers on the sides of the small, wooden box, he slowly
pulled and smiled as he felt the wood give away and a small,
concealed 'drawer' pull out fr om one end. Contgratulating himself on
his ingenuity, he chuckled and peered into the box. Inside, ten small
beads rolled back and forth in the half-empty space. Each one looked
like it was carved of wood or sandstone with a grainy consistancy.
The mu sty smell of the box was similar to incence and quickly, Karl
realized that that was what these beads must be.

Each one smelled rather nice, almost like clover and pine needles.
Not usually being one for burning incence, Karl shrugged and -after a
few moments of examining the rest of the box- closed it and decided
he'd burn one anyway. Going over to the fireplace, Karl cleared a
spot on the stone mantle and put the small bead there. Taking his
lighter, he flicked it several times before finally setti ng the
small sphere aflame. After it began to glow, he blew on it softly,
extinguishing all but the hot embers that glowed on it's upper
terminous.

Cloying, warm smoke rose tantalizingly from the small bead, causing
Karl to inhale deeply. "Mmmmmmm.... " he moaned to himself. It was
even nicer than the original scent had promised. The smoke billowed
out gently, softly creeping across the room as the young man
clambored back to his hammock and curled up in his blankets.

Picking up the clipboard from the floor where he'd dropped it the
night before, he began going over the plans for the rest of the day.
That tour group was coming up late that afternoon to be brought into
the woods on a photo tour, but that wouldn't take much preparation.
He checked his inventory carefully. He should have enough film, but
he'd probably need to get some spare rolls just in case. The smoke
filled his nostrils and made him a bit sleepy as he rocked back and
forth slowly.

His body felt warm and tingly as he inhaled t he incense and he
settled deeper into his blankets. It was an odd feeling; the ceiling
seemed to swim in the dense vapours that rose over his head, and it
even looked slightly further away than normal... Something about the
smoke enticed him further and soon he found himself reaching down to
his groin and stroking a raging hard-on. Moaning lightly, Karl
envisioned his favorite daydream; a powerful, overly-hung stud
looming over him and stroking his own admittedly over-sized penis. He
closed his eyes a nd stroked faster, feeling his body shiver in the
warm, shrouding covers.

Slipping his head under the blankets, he pulled himself entirely into
the enfolding darkness. He couldn't smell the incense as much as he
could before, but that didn't matter. H is hands travelled over his
body, stroking his shaft and caressing his own chest as he felt the
tingling fill his body. As he brought himself closer and closer to
climax, he began to moan and shout out, imagining his dream lover
looming over him like a g iant, suckling and stroking his body faster
and faster...

When he came, it was like lightning had been released in his brain
and he sat bolt-upright as his cum began to pour forth in huge,
shooting volumes... His moans of surprise sounded odd in the ro om,
echoing more as he stared in surprise at his surroundings...

...They were bigger.

A lot bigger.

Karl stared as his large penis continued to pulse and wrack his body
in it's strange, prolonged orgasm. The hammock was easilly half again
it's norm al size; it seeming to grow bigger with each spurt of cum
from his huge shaft. Realization dawned on him suddenly as he felt
his body pulse with each stream of white that surged from his body...

The hammock wasn't getting larger, he was getting smaller !

Frantically, he watched as his normally 6' tall body shrank as he
came; getting shorter and shorter. He had already gotten down to
about 4'6" and was rapidly diminishing. "Nnn...noo..." he moaned
aloud, "N..not real; can't b...be... real..." Four f eet tall came
and went as he steadilly got smaller and smaller; his body pulling in
on itself as his massive orgasm filled him with both pleasure and
fear! Finally, it began to ebb...

Panting and weak, Karl moaned and rolled out of his hammock onto the
floor quite a bit further down on the floor. Landing in a thump of
blankets, Karl shakilly took stock. His head barely came up to the
level of his hammock ... three feet off the floor! The smoke coiled
in the air above him as he gulped nervously and s hook his head to
clear it.

"What's goin' on...?" he mumbled to himself...

A sudden, series of loud knocks on his front door shocked Karl back
to full awareness as he jumped. The clock on the wall still said it
was before noon, so who could it be? An d how could he answer it or
be seen like this? He was ... a shrimp! Maybe three feet tall if he
was lucky!

The knocks sounded again and a wind shook the house. Gulping
nervously, Karl decided the better part of valour was to stay put.
Cautiously, he walked over to he bedroom door and -after gripping the
doorknob with both hands, managed to pull the door open just a bit to
peer out into the hallway where he could see the main house door. The
knocking returned, louder and more insistant.

Now afraid , the small Karl shivered more in fear than cold and
watched as the door gradually opened... His breath caught in his
throat...

...to be continued...?