Brother in Law

My sister just got married, again, but this time to a mean-looking
biker.Tall, long-haired, cigar types.
His name is Hank. He's about six foot three, handle-bar stache, deep
voiced redneck type you see riding around town.
He seems nice enough, but, still, he could probably beat someone up
and smile the whole time. And with my being gay, well, I have
developed the habit of looking out for him, just in case.
Right after they moved into their home outside Philly, I was invited
to spend the weekend with them, to see the sites of the area.
I dreaded it at first, but she insisted and he didn't care one way of
the other, so I went.
I hadn't been there five minutes, when my sister got a call from teh
hospital where she worked and had to pull an extra shift.
That left me at the house with Hank.
He was sitting in his recliner, drinking a ber, wearing only shorts,
exposing the tatoos on both arms, and back.
dI have to admit, he looked hot, no wonder my sis married him.
He only had a little hair around his nipples, which were large and
dark, and a slight trail of hair from his navel down into his shorts,
which was not very concelling of the package inside.
He killed the rest of the beer, and eyeing me, said, "Grab me a beer,
will ya."
I obeyed. I got a cold one and handed it to him.
"well," he said, taking a drank, "Just you and me for a while. What
you want to do?"
"Well, I came to see the sites, but with sis at work, I guess I'll
stay around here till she gets back."
"Well, what say I show you something till then?"
"Oh, well, yeah, I guess. I would be something to kill time." I said,
thinking what does he have planned.
Hank took his cigar out of his mouth and put it in the ashtray, then
took a deep drink of beer.
He got up, took of his shorts and jockstrap, and laid down on the
floor.
"Stand over me" he growled, "now!"
I stood straddled over his stomach.
"Now, I'll show you something you ain't never seen!"
Suddenly, the floor I was standing on was soft and warm, raising up
and down, then it dawned on me. I had shrunk!
I was only about ten inches tall, the same and Hank's shaft slowly
raising up!
Hank proped his head up and stared at me, smiling.
"Now, what do you think! Am I the biggest biker you ever saw!"
"Yes sir" I replaied.
"Get to work, you little faggot! Service me!"
I walked down through his pubes, to his dick, now standing slightly
taller than me, and began to lick and massage it, feeling the warmth
of it, savoring the salty taste, and thinking of the massive man to
which it was attached.
"You are good at it, boy! Let's up the fun, shall we! Every minute
you take to get me off, you will get smaller! Now work!"
I quickened my pace, biting and squeezing his meat, licking the head
of it.
Then, I shrank!
Now the hatband of it was above me head!
I bearhugged the massive member and worked my arms up and down,
feeling the friction get hotter.
It's working, it's getting tense!
I shrank again!
Waist high in the pubes, I doubled my effort as best I could. My
hands would barely reach half way around the shaft, which now stood
twice as tall as me.
"Come on, boy! Make your daddy happy!" His thoundrous voice boomed
down to me.
I shrank again!
Now only four inches tall, the task was enormous! So was his meat!
"Hell, boy, I guess if I need a man to get me off, I'll do it myself."
He shoved me back with one finger and started to jerk himself off.
"By the way, boy, you'll keep getting smaller till I blow!"
I watched him jerk as I slowly dissapeared into his pubes, stopping
when he blew his load at half an inch.
Hank cleaned himself up and then stood, throwing me onto his relaxing
shaft.
"Well, that was fun, for me!" He said, taking from puff from his
stoogie and blowing the cloud of smoke down to me.
He pulled on his jock and stopped just below his nuts.
"I'll keep you in here till 'sis' gets home! Say hello to you new
bunkmate!"
He pulled the jock strape on and his shorts and went back to watching
football on tv.

I got used to my 'confinment', and took it upon myself to have fun of
my own.
Since his dick was relaxed down beside his right leg, I got between
his shaft and leg and worked myself down to the massive head and
climbed onto it and started nibbling around the tender slit, just to
see if I could arouse this mountain of a man.
And I didn't have to wait long!
The monster started to grow and stiffen, warming beneath me.
I almost fell from my perch, but held fast as Hank stood.
Suddenily, light flooded all around me as Hank shed his shorts and
jock again.
"WELL, WELL! SEEMS THE TINY FAGGOT WANTS TO PLAY! BUT YOU NEED TO GET
A LITTLE BIGGER TO SERVICE MY MEAT!"
He grew me to five inches tall .
"GET TO WORK ON ME MEAT, FAGGOT!"
I didn't much care for that term very much, but at this tiny height,
I really turned me on! He wanted to let me know he was the boss!
I stood on it, now sticking straight out, and massaged it as best I
could.
I could feel and hear his moans!
'OH YEAH! WORK THAT MASSIVE DICK, BOY!"
He shot across the floor, bucking like a horse! A VERY BIG horse!
He wiped his shaft. "DAMN, BOY, KEEP THAT UP, AND I'LL KEEP YOU!"
He pinched me between his thump and forefinger and lifted me up to
his face.
Monsterous brown eyes stared at me! His stache was huge!
He lifted me up over his head and opened his mouth!
"DOWN THE HATCH, BOY!"
I actually thought he was going to drop me in!
I started kicking and screaming!
He laughed loud and set me on the floor.
"I WOULD NEVER EAT YOU! THAT IS WHILE I GOT MEAT IN THE FRIDGE!"
I was still shaken and sat down.
"STAY THERE, FAGGOT, WHILE I GET DRESSED! I WOULDN'T WANT TO STEP ON
YOU, BY ACCIDENT THAT IS!"
He laughed as he left the room.
I waited there on the floor beside his chair for a while,
occasionally hearing the sound of him in the other room.
Just as I was getting tired of waiting, I heard him coming. The floor
vibrated with every approaching step.
From where I was, I could see across the vast floor into the room,
their bedroom I believe, and saw he was dressed in his biker clothes!
He was wearing his square-toed black boots, faded jeans that fitted
him really good, showing off his firm, round ass and the thick shaft
that waited for my return behind his fly.
He wore a wide studded belt and sleaveless denium shirt, exposing his
muscled arms and tats.
It was unbuttoned down to his stomach, showing off his broad chest
and the trail to hair leading down to the prize below.
He even had on his sunglasses and do-rag on his head, just showing
the long hair in the back.
He fixed his glaze on me and started toward me!
His giant boots sounding like thunder as they slammed against the
floor!
He grew bigger and bigger as he approached!
He stopped, standing over me, dwarfing my five inches with his size!
"HEY, YOU THINK I'M MAN ENOUGH FOR YOUR SIS NOW!"
"Yes" I called up to him!
"HUMM, I THINK YOUR TOO BIG TO REALLY APPREACATE ME! DOWN YOU GO ,
BOY!"
I shrank once again to an inch, watching the titanic man expand.
And I kept going!
I stopped, but I could tell how small, but he was fucking HUNG!!
The lip of his boot was over ten stories tall!!!!!!!!
He started tapping his boot, causing an earthquake around me!
The minute peices of dirt around me was bouncing like balls!
Then he stopped and grew me again.
'Oh, much better,' I thought, an inch!
He pinched me up and and took me on a jet-powered ride past his body!
I marvled at his seeming eighty foot shaft, hard against his leg!
He dropped me into his shirt pocket.
"LET'S RIDE, BOY!"
And we went out to his bike.

End.