Jason

Jason tried to moisten his mouth but he was totally dry. He held the small blue tablet up in front of his face. Taking that tablet would be a huge gamble and he had been trying to build up the courage to do it for months.

Walking into the kitchen he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and turned on the tap. With the glass of water in one hand and the tablet in the other, he shut his eyes. The tablet popped into his mouth followed by a quick drink of water.

Jason opened his eyes. He didn’t feel any different but he knew that the complex mix of chemicals in that tablet would already be at work in his system. Racing back to his bedroom he checked for about the hundredth time that hour to make sure that the small packet of reversal tablets were properly attached to the leg of his bed.

With a sigh of relief Jason stood back up. Already he could feel that his clothes were starting to feel loose. Unbuttoning his shirt he folded it and put it away. Unlacing his shoes he took them off and put them in the bottom of his closet. His socks went in the hamper. His jeans were feeling really loose now.

The belt went on the shelf in the closet and his jeans on a coathanger. He had to stretch up a little further than he normally had to. Throwing his underwear into the hamper he stood naked in front of his mirror and waited for the shrinking to finish itself.

He looked at his body. He was normally considered tall and he had worked hard on his body, building it up in strength and endurance for the trials that he planned to face.

There was barely an ounce of fat anywhere on his body – his long distance running, rock climbing, abseiling, weight lifting, gymnastics and self-defence regime had made him into a lean, mean fighting machine.

He chuckled to himself over that title. He knew that he had never been in better shape in his life and he also knew that he needed to be.

It was a little freaky watching himself shrink in the full length mirror. He could see the background behind him seem to grow while he held steady. If he didn’t know what was happening he might have been confused. As it was, all he could feel was excitement.

Walking back over to the bed was an experience. The carpet on the floor wasn’t really all that thick but to him it was like walking through an alien savannah with grass thicker than he was. Finally reaching the bed and the leg where the reversal tablets were taped was a relief.

Just to be on the safe side he made sure he would be able to get one when he wanted it. He could.

Jason grabbed the other package from where it lay and unwrapped it. Inside was a set of clothes that he had struggled to make. He was surprised at how well they had turned out although he really shouldn’t have been. He had made them with the same supercomputer at work that he had used to design the tablets. It was amazing what you could do with the resources of a military contract.

The clothes were of a military cut and in a tan camouflage colour – the sort used in Desert Storm. They came with a set of matching boots and a backpack filled with, he hoped, everything he would need for his little adventure.

Once he was dressed there was nothing stopping him. Checking once more that the tablets were in place and that he had one in his pocket as well, he set out for the door.

An hour later Jason stood looking out at an entirely new world. He had just crawled under his door and stood in the hallway of his apartment building. The hallway was empty and seemed to stretch off one way forever and the other to the massive doors of the elevator.

Turning away from the elevator Jason headed towards his destination. Three doors down the hallway, on the opposite side, Jason found himself standing in front of his friends apartment.

Jason had been in Chris’s apartment on any number of occasions but now it was like he had never been there before. From his new perspective this was an entirely new world. He knew that Chris wasn’t exactly the tidiest of guys – he was always leaving clothes lying around and other stuff, but it had never really impacted on Jason’s attention all that much (other than when those clothes were his used jocks, of course – he always noticed those!)

But now those discarded clothes were virtual mountains of fabric to him. Every where he turned there was a new vista to be explored. But standing here in the doorway was accomplishing nothing.

Taking a deep breath, committed now, Jason set out to find a place to set-up as his base of operations. He contemplated the living room. He could set-up under the sofa but he decided it was too potentially open. All it would take is a shift of the sofa while he was under there and he would have nowhere to hide. The kitchen held no interest to him. The bathroom, as appealing as it might be, was not a good place. There was virtually nowhere to hide and to great a risk of exposure.

The best place, he decided, would be the bedroom. With that thought in mind, he set off at a jog. He had always liked the polished floorboards in Chris’ place and he liked them even more now. It was exhausting moving over carpet at his size. The floorboards made things much easier.

As he headed towards the bedroom Jason marked out items to come back and explore once he was set-up. There was a pile of what looked like gym clothes that was particularly attractive.

The bedroom was carpeted but it was such a tight weave that he had no real problem traversing it. Standing in the doorway he looked for a suitable place. He ruled out under the bed for the same reasons as the sofa. Investigating the chest of drawers revealed no way under them and just a corridor behind them.

The wardrobe door stood ajar and Jason headed towards it. The door sat just above the floor, providing access even if it was closed. Inside was a vast array of hiding spots for an inch tall man. To Jason it was Utopia!

Jumbled around in front of him were all of Chris’ shoes. Resisting the urge to explore each of them immediately, Jason set out to find his hiding place. He walked amongst the shoes, all of them towering over him and letting out an intoxicating mingling of smells. At the back of the wardrobe Jason couldn’t believe his luck. It was an inbuilt wardrobe and the back of it was plasterboard. At some stage Chris or a previous tenant had knocked a small hole in the wall, probably with a shoe carelessly thrown in. Looking inside Jason found it opened into a small area just perfect for him to set-up home in.

Dropping his backpack inside and making sure he still had everything he needed, he stepped back into the wardrobe. Right in front of him was a boot bigger than a house. He was just about to start exploring it when he heard the front door open.

Sneaking towards the front of the wardrobe, Jason heard keys hit the kitchen table and the TV flick on. He heard the fridge open and close and the sound of a glass hitting the counter.

He stood just inside the wardrobe, in the shelter of the darkness and watched as Chris walked in. What he was doing home so early was anyone’s guess, he shouldn’t have been home for at least another 2 hours.

The reality of Chris’ size was far different from how Jason had imagined it – and he had spent a lot of time imagining this scene. At over six and a half feet tall, Chris was a giant by normal standards. His frame was solid, avoiding the gangling, stretched look that many tall guys have. His dark hair, cut reasonably short framed his masculine face. No-one would call Chris pretty but the words handsome and rugged regularly sprang to mind. Ever since he had moved into the apartments Jason had fancied him. He had made a point of introducing himself and they struck up a friendship immediately.

Jason knew Chris was straight and Chris knew that Jason was gay but it had never been an issue. Jason had often watched enviously when Chris bought a girl home, obviously to fuck her silly. They all seemed to love him but Chris just used them for a screw and then moved on. He never had a problem picking them up, it was a new girl almost every week.

One night when they had both had way too much to drink Jason had actually plucked up the courage to ask Chris if he had ever thought of doing ‘it’ with a guy.

Chris had nearly choked on his drink in laughter, “You offering?” he asked in between coughs. Jason knew he wasn’t seriously offering so he made a joke of it and promptly drank himself senseless to cover his embarrassment.

One of the things that attracted Jason to his giant neighbour was the size of his feet. He wore size 14 shoes that really called to Jason’s foot fetish.

Looking at those feet now defied logic. Chris was wearing a black suit and shiny black shoes. They thudded into the carpet as Chris walked across the room towards the closet.

Shrinking back into the shadow of a tan timberland boot, Jason watched as Chris approached, looming massively above him. The closet door opened and Jason watched as his friend took off his suit jacket, hanging it up. The shoes came next. Jason flinched, for a second thinking he had been seen as Chris leaned down but he was only untying his laces. Pulling one shoe off and then the other, Chris dumped them into the wardrobe.

Jason had to scramble out of the way as the shoes shifted the boots he was hiding near. He would have to be more careful if he was going to survive this adventure. If he had stayed where he was he would have been crushed.

Chris had left the door open and Jason had an unobstructed view as the giant pulled his socks off and tossed them on the floor. The shirt was unbuttoned, removed and dropped to the floor to reveal the vast expanse of Chris’s firm chest and flat stomach. He had some dark hair on his chest and a thin trail down to his groin but it wasn’t too much, just enough to emphasis his manliness.

As if he needed any emphasis, Jason thought as the suit pants were unbuttoned and pushed down to reveal the red jocks which barely concealed Chris’ real demonstration of his maledom.

Jason locked his eyes on the meat that bobbed around as Chris moved. He knew that he was now smaller than the head of his friends dick, smaller than even one of his balls and he longed to get inside the briefs and get up close to it to measure for real.

Nearly naked, Chris moved out of the room. Jason was about to venture out when Chris returned, a glass of orange juice in his hand. Pulling the drapes clear, Chris grabbed a tissue and noisily blew his nose. Putting the juice on the bedside, the giant sat on the side of his bed, opening the bedside drawer.

Jason watched as a packet of cold tablets was pulled free. Popping two into his cavernous mouth, Chris took a swallow of juice. Jason gulped as he realised that those two pills were only slightly smaller than him. For a moment he was filled with visions of Chris throwing him into his mouth and washing him down with a sip of juice.

Chris pulled back the covers and pushed down his briefs, throwing them across the room. He flicked off the bedside light and rolled over, facing away from Jason.

Jason was too preoccupied with the red briefs which had landed only inches away from the closet. Sneaking out, barely daring to breath, even though he knew there was no possible way for his neighbour to hear him, Jason sprinted across to the mound of fabric. He had to explore them while they were still warm with his giants body heat. They gave off an intoxicating smell that Jason associated with the essence of giant.

He climbed straight onto them, headed straight towards the cup where that magnificent cock and balls usually rested. It was still warm and Jason threw himself down in it, wrapping the fabric around him as best he could, trying to coat himself in Chris’ smell.

The incredibly loud sound of a phone ringing shocked Jason out of his euphoria. He heard the distinctly annoyed sound of “Fuck!” from Chris. Peeking out from amongst the folds of fabric he watched as Chris rolled over and picked up the handset.

“Hello.” He didn’t sound all that well and not overly impressed to be receiving the phone call. There was a pause as the other person spoke. “Can’t you handle it yourself?” Pause. “Look, I can’t come back in to work with it. Send a courier over.” Pause. “Well it’ll just have to do, won’t it.” He was really sounding annoyed now. “Fine. It’ll take me about half an hour to finish it. Make sure the courier is here around then.” Another pause. “Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Chris almost slammed the phone down as he climbed out of bed, muttering to himself. To Jason it sounded like a landslide, the words were under his breath, unclear but loud to the inch tall explorer. He knew enough to know that Chris was pissed.

Too late Jason realised what was about to happen. Chris was going to get redressed and the first thing he would want was his underwear! In two steps the giant had crossed the room. Reaching down with one hand he snatched his underwear from the floor.

Jason nearly threw up at the rapid ascent. He was hopelessly tangled in the underwear as Chris unrumpled them. For a moment Jason was falling but then he was caught. He felt the underwear descending again. He looked up to see Chris towering over him, holding the underwear out by its sides.

Jason realised he was about to get a first hand encounter with Chris. He was lying smack in the middle of the underwear, the part that would get wedged between Chris’ thighs. In awe he watched as a house-sized foot lifted and was inserted into the leg hole on his right. The other foot appeared and the action was repeated.

Then there was barely enough time to try and brace himself as Chris angrily pulled his underwear up his legs. Before Jason could really react he found himself being tightly pushed up against Chris’ warm skin.

There was movement all around him as Chris grabbed his pants and pulled them on. Most of the light disappeared but Jason could see a little. More jostling, he assumed as Chris pulled on a shirt and moved around the apartment. He could still hear the giant muttering to himself.

Chris began to walk and Jason started to fight for his life. There was some room around him but not much. Almost immediately he found himself being pushed towards the back of the tight red briefs. Chris stopped moving long enough for Jason to see where all the motion was moving him. Before him loomed the crack between Chris’ buttocks but right above him was his hole.

At the same instant that he recognised the ring of puckered flesh, Jason found it coming straight down for him (or maybe he was going up?) as Chris started to sit down. Jason threw his arms up in a futile effort to hold himself away. His hands came in contact with the ring of muscle a fraction of a second before Chris’ butt made contact with his desk chair.

A mountains weight of flesh descended on the inch tall man. The result being his arms slid straight into his friends hole, between the wrinkles. It took Jason a minute or two to realise that he wasn’t dead and was in no immediate danger of being crushed. There was enough room in the curvature of Chris’ body at this point to provide him with a small amount of space. It wasn’t enough to move anywhere but at least he wasn’t crushed.

Afraid that if he moved Chris would feel him and find him, he very slowly began to pull his arms back. Whether or not Chris felt the tiny movement was irrelevant. At that exact moment Chris lifted his left buttock slightly and let out a rip-snorter of a fart.

To Jason, at ground-zero, it was like the world was coming to and end. The hole in front of him contracted then expanded outward explosively. There was an eruption of hot, fetid air that nearly crushed him out of existence which seemed to last an eternity.

Then the hole sucked inwards. Jason’s arms were still partly in the hole and the flesh grabbed greedily at him, pulling him upright and further into the hole. When the contraction stopped Jason found his arms firmly wedged inside his friend up to the shoulder. His face was pressed firmly into the wrinkles around the hole. And he still had to live with the lingering effect of that fart. It was all around him, coating him. The smell was almost tangible in its intensity.

Chris settled down more comfortably, unknowingly pushing his tiny captive harder against his sphincter muscle. It always felt good to let out a big fart like that. Like he always said, better out than in. He typed away furiously, trying to complete the document that was so urgent that his boss had called him at home when he was sick. Already he could feel another fart building in side him.

He cocked his leg again and let it rip out.

Jason knew it was coming but there was nothing he could do to stop it or get out of its way. He felt the muscles in front of him tense then explode outward. He knew what was happening even as the fart started to end. The muscles once again grabbed at him greedily. This time grabbing him and sucking him in down to his waist. Only his legs were free now, the muscles clamped down around him tightly.

He panicked. The started punching and kicking, struggling to get free, beyond worrying that Chris might find him.

Chris felt the tiny tickle in his arse and tightened his muscles. Moments later it tickled again. Without thinking he reached down, lifted his leg enough to fit his hand under and scratched his hole.

Jason was nearly cut in two when the muscles tightened. He was still gasping for breath when he felt the pressure against his feet. With no effort what-so-ever, he found himself unceremoniously pushed completely inside his friends arse.

When the panic started to recede a few minutes later, he realised he could still breath. Sure the air was rancid but at least he was still alive. He realised he could hear and feel Chris’ heartbeat through the walls of flesh surrounding him and it had a strangely soothing rhythm.

Not long afterward he felt the world around him rock.

Chris saved the file to disk just as the courier arrived. He handed the disk over to the man and shut the door. Walking back into the bedroom he started to strip. He needed a nap.

Throwing his clothes on the floor he started to climb back into bed. As he did he let out another fart, not noticing the tiny form that he blew free as he did.

Jason soared through the air, expelled like a cannon shot from his friends arse. He landed on a pile of fabric at the side of Chris’ bed. It cushioned his fall. Winded but otherwise unhurt, Jason lay where he was for a few minutes before climbing to his feet. It looked like it was the shirt that Chris had been wearing.

He was acutely aware that he smelled like Chris’ arse. He felt like he had explored enough for today and desperately wanted to retreat to his closet hide-a-way but he also wanted to get the smell off him.

The only place he could think of to do that was the bathroom. Climbing down off the shirt he made his way out of the bedroom and down the short corridor to the bathroom.

Once inside he realised the problem with his plan. He couldn’t climb to the basin and even if he did, he couldn’t have turned on the faucet.

Looking around he saw the solution. Chris’ shower had one of those glass doors on a track which sat on the tiled floor. The shower was still slightly wet from Chris’ shower that morning. It was an easy effort to climb over the metal track and find a few drops of water. At Jason’s size all he needed was a few drops. Stripping off his clothes he washed them in one drop and then lay them out to dry. Finding another drop he washed his hair and body.

Picking up his still wet clothes Jason couldn’t bring himself to put them on. They were soaking wet and cold. He decided to carry them back to his base and let them dry. He had another change of clothes he could wear in his backpack.

When he walked back into Chris’ bedroom he could hear snoring from the bed. Walking past the shoes in the closet he draped his wet clothes across the floor in his “room” and put on some other clothes. He was exhausted. The day’s activities had taken a toll on him. He hadn’t had a chance to find something to use as bedding so he walked back out into the closet. There were a pair of old sneakers that Jason had never seen Chris wear right at the back of the closet. Choosing the one that was lying on its side, he walked inside. It stilled smelled of Chris’ feet but it had a slightly stale smell to it that suggested that they hadn’t been worn in a while.

Walking down towards the toe area Jason lay down, curled up and went to sleep.

He woke several hours later to the sound of movement outside the closet. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he wandered out of the old sneaker and over to the closet door.

Chris was no where to be seen but he could hear the TV on in the lounge room and what sounded like cooking noises.

It reminded Jason that he was hungry. He had bought a small supply of food with him as emergency rations but at some stage he would have to find some other food to supplement his stocks. He decided that could wait until Chris was at work tomorrow.

Eating an energy bar, Jason walked out of the bedroom, keeping to the walls in case Chris came back. He knew that his giant friend probably wouldn’t see him and wouldn’t even notice if he stepped on him.

Jason had no intention of becoming an anonymous smear on the bottom of his friends foot. There was far too much else to do.

By the time Jason entered the lounge room Chris was sitting on the sofa eating his dinner. The TV was on some sports show. In no particular hurry, Jason made his way over to the sofa. Walking under it from the side, at the back, he strolled over to where he could see Chris’ massive bare feet.

Hesitating for a moment, deciding whether it was a risk he wanted to take, Jason decided it was. Stepping out from the protection of the sofa, he walked over to Chris’ left heel. Looking up as he walked out, all he could see of Chris was his calf muscles as they towered up above him. They were like two sky scrapers of human flesh and muscle.

Reaching his friends foot Jason was able to compare himself to his giant friend for the first time.

Although he had already been for a ride on (and in) Chris, he hadn’t really had time to absorb the details (survival had been pretty much forefront of his mind). Now he was able to take stock and the reality was truly daunting.

Lying down on his back, behind the giant heel, Jason realised it was more than 3 times wider than he was. The ankle itself was more than twice his height off the ground. Getting back to his feet he took his risk to another level. He started to walk around the foot. He decided to walk around to the arch of the foot, putting himself between the two massive appendages.

Chris’ feet gave off a distinctive odour. Jason had assumed it would have been overwhelming but it wasn’t all that bad. Walking towards Chris’ toes Jason compared himself to them. He was about as tall as them but they were much bigger than he was. There was more muscle and power in Chris’ little toe than in Jason’s entire body.

Standing there, in front of Chris’ big toe, Jason found himself as hard as a rock. How many times had he wished his friend would let him worship his feet, lick them, suck on the toes? He couldn’t resist. Walking right up to the toe he leaned forward and kissed it.

At exactly the same moment Chris lifted his toe. Overbalanced Jason fell forward into the space that the toe had occupied. He rolled over just in time to see the toe relax back down.

Chris was exerting no pressure but the weight pushing down on Jason was immense. He was completely covered by the toe. He pushed and strained but he couldn’t move it even a fraction. He tried to worm out from under it but he was held too tightly. Barely able to breath Jason started to panic. Chris wasn’t even aware that he was under his toe and with absolutely no effort on his part he could crush Jason.

The toe shifted slightly and Jason rolled to his side, breathing hard. He came to rest against the next toe. He realised his position wasn’t that much safer – he was in between two massive toes. One squeeze, one flex, a slight movement forward and he’d be mush.

He scrambled to his feet just as Chris started to slide his foot forward.

A wall of flesh slammed into Jason who had no choice but to leap upwards and onto the wall to avoid being sucked under and smeared across the floorboards.

As Chris extended his leg out his toes and foot lifted, his heel still on the floor.

When the movement stopped Jason realised that Chris had simply stretched his legs out but now he was more than thirty or forty feet off the ground with the only way down via Chris’ foot. He wasn’t game to move.

If Chris felt movement he might think a bug was crawling on his foot and crush it without even looking.

Almost desperate he looked around for a way down. There was none other than jumping which would surely result in broken legs. But he couldn’t just sit there. If Chris moved he would be thrown free and the result would be the same or worse. Ever so slowly he reached across to his only lifeline. Just within reach was one of the few hairs on top of Chris’s big toe. It was like a wire cable and Jason carefully wrapped it around his wrist, holding part of it in his fist. It was hardly ideal but it would have to do.

No sooner had he done that than Chris did indeed move his foot. With speed that left Jason’s vision a blur, the foot returned flat to the floor. It was steady for a moment and all Jason had was an impression of massive movement above him then his world went crazy as Chris began to walk.

The hair lifeline was all that saved him. In desperation, as he was flung about, he managed to grab another hair. The impact as Chris’ foot hit the floor nearly threw him free every time but somehow he managed to hold on.

There was the loud clatter of dishes being placed in the sink and then movement again. Nauseous from all the movement Jason barely realised when it all stopped. It took him a moment to recognise the sound of crashing water for what it was.

Just in front of the massive foot was a massive building of white porcelain. Looking up the incredible length of body above him Jason saw Chris’ massive prick emptying a torrent of piss into the toilet. The sound of Niagara falls had nothing on the sound of flushing.

Briefly there was more movement as Chris moved to the basin and then Jason heard the distinctive sound of teeth being brushed.

Once again there was massive movement.

Jason’s world was a blur of colour, vibration and sound. The movement started to settle but it took a moment for Jason to realise his orientation had changed again. Chris’ foot now pointed to the ceiling. As his vision cleared Jason saw that they were back in the bedroom and Chris was lying in bed. The light was flicked off suddenly, plunging the room into darkness.

Jason waited, hanging from the hairs, trying not to move. For over an hour he hung there, his arms getting more and more tired. Eventually, when he was sure Chris was sound asleep he carefully untied himself.

He slid down the top of Chris’ foot, coming to rest on his ankle. Waiting, fearful of movement which might warn him Chris had felt him, Jason looked around in the dim light. His eyes had adjusted now but he couldn’t see all that far. He could see, off in the distance, Chris’ knee but he had no desire to go and explore at the moment.

Sliding off the side of Chris’ knee, onto the bed, he started to look for a way down.

There was no easy way out. The bed was a couple of hundred feet off the floor. He could try and climb down the covers but without any of his climbing equipment, it would be risky. He was making his way up the side of the bed when he experienced the earthquake.

Terrified he looked up as Chris rolled over onto his stomach. Jason was at mid-thigh level and for a moment it looked like he would be crushed but the wall of flesh slammed down well away from him.

Getting his breath back, Jason saw his way off the bed. Chris was lying reasonably close to the edge and his arm was flung over the side. It descended all the way to the floor.

It was hardly ideal and not without massive risk but it was better than being trapped on the bed.

Walking the rest of the length of Chris’ body, Jason realised he would have to climb up onto the arm. It was much taller than him and for a moment he couldn’t work out how to do it. In the end he knew he would have to take a massive risk and use the hairs in Chris’ pit to climb up.

Walking right up to the pit, in the shadow of that massive body, Jason started to climb. At any moment he expected Chris to wake up and swat the annoying bug that was pulling at his pit hairs. Or maybe he would just pull his arm back onto the bed, crushing Jason into his pit in his sleep.

None of that happened.

On Chris’ shoulder, he looked over to the massive face. For a moment he was tempted to go and get a closer look but he had taken enough risks for today. Using the small hairs on the arm he began his arduous descent.

Reaching Chris’ wrist, Jason climbed onto his friends watch. The ticking noise was incredible. It sounded like he was inside Big Ben. Just as he was about to lower himself over the watch and drop the last few feet to the floor, his world rocked.

Grabbing desperate hold as Chris rolled back over, taking his arm with him, Jason let out a wordless howl of outrage. He had been so close!

As the movement started to stop he lost his hold and fell. He screamed, sure he was about to die but he dropped only a few feet. When he looked around he knew he was in trouble. He was smack in the middle of Chris’ palm.

Fingers curled loosely above him and there was no movement but Jason froze anyway. When he was sure Chris was still asleep he made his move. Chris must have felt the tickle in his hand as Jason got to his feet. It must have tickled. The fingers started to move, closing in on Jason. He froze in panic and so missed his opportunity.

In under two seconds he found himself a prisoner in the loose fist that Chris had formed. Desperate to get free he tried to push between two fingers, disregarding caution in an attempt to get free. Still asleep, Chris’ unconscious mind prevented the escape of the tiny prisoner, closing the gap between fingers and halving the amount of room, tightening the fist.

Jason screamed, sure he was about to be crushed but the movement stopped. He tried again to get out and his world rocked as the hand moved. When it stopped Jason looked between the fingers to see that the hand was resting in the middle of Chris’ stomach, palm downward. He was sitting on the fingertips of his giant friend and there was still no way out. He tried anyway.

And failed.

About half an hour later the hand moved again. This time as Chris changed position in his sleep again, he stopped with his hand near his face. Jason looked out a small gap to see the gapping cave of Chris’ mouth bare feet away.

Hot, moist breath, still faintly tinged with the mint freshness of toothpaste washed over him.

For the rest of the night Chris lay in that position. Jason eventually fell into a restless sleep. They were both woken by the blaring sound of a clock radio.

Luckily for Jason it was with his other hand that Chris slapped down on the radio to turn it off. There was movement all around him now as Chris started to get up. The giants hand stayed in a loose fist which is all that saved Jason from plummeting to his death.

Jason nearly vomited at rapid upward movement but he didn’t have time. The hand started to open and flatten out. He had a blurred sense of passing in front of Chris’ face before he found himself dumped in a wild jungle of hair. As Chris ran his hand through his hair, Jason fell free. The hand continued on its journey, over the back of the head, a brief massage to the back of the neck, wipe the sleep from his eyes and then down to his groin for a good morning scratch.

Jason wasn’t aware of how lucky he had been to fall onto the top of his friends head. If he had stayed in the hand he would have become a smear for sure. He wasn’t aware because he was struggling to stay where he was.

He had already slipped backwards so he was slightly behind Chris’ crown but had managed to grab a firm hold of hairs before he slid off completely. It was lucky again that he had done so because as Chris stood up he would have been shaken free.

In the bathroom Chris looked at himself in the mirror, ran his hand over his stubble and turned on the water in the shower. He never noticed the small man clinging desperately to the back of his head.

Jason heard the water before he saw it. Then he was hit by a torrent of water as Chris stepped into the flow of water. It nearly washed Jason away immediately, only his tight grip holding him on. He was almost blinded by the water. He was forced to concentrate on being able to breathe and hope that his grip held.

He held on successfully until the environment changed. Chris pulled his head out of the flow. Jason had enough time to clear his vision. Just enough time to look up just as Chris’ hand reappeared with a puddle of shampoo. As the suds started to form and Chris moved his hand through his hair, Jason lost his grip.

He started to slide downwards, unable to get another grip on the wet, soapy hair. In the end it was the water which saved Jason. It caused surface tension which adhered Jason to Chris’ body rather than washing him away. He ran out of hair and realised he was sliding over the back of Chris’ neck and heading down his back.

He scrabbled frantically for any hold. It didn’t matter how much he tried, Chris would never be able to separate his actions from the feeling of the water. Smooth skin was slipping by beneath him and his rate of descent accelerated as he headed down Chris’ back, to the side of his spine.

Below him two huge globes of flesh came into view. So did the valley between them. Down Chris’ lower back Jason plunged, the water washing him directly towards the valley. “Not again,” thought Jason as he was washed straight into Chris’ crack.

As fate would have it, he entered the crack at the same time that Chris dropped the soap. The giant bent over to pick it up, spreading his cheeks as he did. When he stood up he trapped an inch tall man between his buttocks, right over his hole.

Back where he had been yesterday, Jason punched the wrinkled flesh as best he could. He did not want another trip inside Chris.

He didn’t stay there long. As Chris bent over to soap up his legs, his cheeks spread again and water washed Jason free.

Now Jason was surrounded by water and soap suds as Chris washed himself. He found himself slipping down Chris’ inner thigh. As Chris started to rinse, the speed of his descent accelerated. Past the knee and over the calf and finally the ankle.

Jason found himself right next to Chris’ enormous heel again. He tried to stand but the water was too high. Barely half an inch of water covered the floor of the shower but to Jason it was over his waist. And that water was moving.

It carried Jason along Chris’ foot, past the toes and rapidly towards the drain in the middle of the shower. Jason fought as hard as he could but the current was too strong. Over the edge of the drain he was washed.

Only a desperate attempt to grab the grill saved him from being washed into the sewers. His legs were hanging down into the drain but he had one arm looped over the grill. He managed to get his other arm over as well, pulling his head up above the torrent.

Coughing and spluttering, trying to resist the massive pull of the water Jason had to wait until Chris shut off the flow.

By the time Jason was able to summon the strength to pull himself out of the drain, Chris had already dried off and was in the bedroom getting dressed for work. Jason lay on the shower floor, trying to get his strength back.

He stayed there while Chris prepared and ate breakfast. He only stirred himself when Chris reentered the bathroom to clean his teeth.

Once again his giant friends was dressed in an expensive black suit with shiny black shoes. He didn’t have the jacket on yet (probably didn’t want to risk getting toothpaste on it). Jason got to his feet and admired the way his friend filled out the suit.

He knew that Chris was middle management but he also knew he was destined for the top. Using his strengths well, Chris always impressed. He was tall, good looking and confident. He almost exuded power when he was dressed for work.

Jason got hard just at the thought.

All too soon, however, Chris was gone. The front door opened and closed and silence descended onto the apartment.

Jason sighed and headed towards the bedroom. He hoped his other clothes were dry because he had a number of tasks he had to complete today to help ensure his survival.

The first thing that Jason had to do was to secure his food supply. Standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, he looked around at his options. One of the cupboards stood slightly ajar. Walking over to it Jason looked at the opening. It was open enough to allow him to climb inside but it was more than 6 times his height off the floor.

Grabbing his grappling hook and rope he managed to hook the ledge on the first throw. It was an effortless climb up into the cupboard.

As luck would have it, the cupboard had a couple of different food supplies that he would be able to access. The tins were out of the question, but the cereal box and pasta packets would be susceptible to his hunting knife. There was also a loaf of bread and a packet of biscuits. From experience Jason knew that Chris always kept fresh fruit on the counter so he could supplement his diet with that. 

Grabbing a few pieces of cereal, a bit of biscuit and some pasta, Jason headed back out of the cupboard. To make sure he would always have access to the cupboard he placed a small device on the shelf. When the door was closed it would rest against the device. When Jason needed access he could remotely activate the device through his modified palm pilot. A mini hydraulic ram would push the door open enough for Jason to climb in.

He had half a dozen of the devices for just this purpose.

Returning the food to his hide-a-way, he headed towards the loungeroom. One of his first considerations when he had planned this jaunt into the tiny world was what to do in an emergency. He needed to be able to contact Chris or someone on the outside world.

The phone sat on a small table at the end of the sofa. The table was far too tall for him to throw his grapple. Instead he setup the compressed air cannon and shot the grapple up. On the first attempt it failed to grab. Resetting the device and adjusting his aim, he tried again. The hook was no good, it was too heavy. Changing the hook to a spike he fired again.

The spike drove into the bottom of the table. This was a climb more worthy of his new fitness. He scaled the rope to the bottom of the table.

He couldn’t help but compare relative scales. The small table barely came up to Chris’ knee and yet to the tiny Jason it was a monumental task.

Reaching the table, he used some of his rockclimbing equipment to reach the edge of the table and then climb onto the top.

Approaching the massive phone, he circled it until he came to a spot where he could climb onto it. He placed a small device into both the ear piece and mouthpiece. Taking out his palm pilot he tested it. He dialled his own number. Success.

He should also be able to tap into any calls that Chris made.

Climbing back down was much easier than the ascent. He pulled the rope free and headed towards his next destination, the study.

Chris’ PC was his next target. Using the same procedure that he used to gain access to the phone, Jason first climbed up onto Chris’ chair. His rope simply wasn’t long enough to gain access to the desk. He also needed a break from the climb.

Pulling the rope up onto the chair, he fired it into the bottom of the desk, just above him then sat down to catch his breath.

The chair stretched out like a sports field. Jason could feel himself getting hard at the thought of Chris’ massive arse sitting on the chair. He allowed himself to think what it would be like for him to still be here when Chris started to sit down.

Amusing himself with his daydreams, Jason waited for about 30 minutes before attempting his next stage of the climb.

Once on the desk, Jason headed towards the keyboard. Attaching a device to it would allow him to type on the computer remotely. Another on the mouse and then one on the monitor would grant him further access. He would now be able to see what Chris saw and to manipulate programs. His next stop would be the processing unit to give him even further access.

Climbing over the edge he started to descend to the chair. He had just gotten onto his rope when he heard the front door open. A quick glance at his watch showed he hadn’t lost track of time. It was still only midmorning.

He was going to continue his climb when he saw Chris enter the room, still in his suit. Hanging from his rope, half way down to the chair, Jason froze.

The giant Chris leaned down to turn on his PC, not noticing Jason. He pulled the chair free, away from where Jason was about to descend to.

For a moment it looked like Chris was going to sit down but instead he turned around and headed out. Jason heard the door to the fridge open and the sound of a can of soda being opened.

Moments later he heard Chris’ voice on the telephone, “Hi Jill, it’s me,” Pause, “Yeah, I decided to work from home this morning.” Pause, “Yeah, the meeting’s this afternoon, that’s why I came home, it’s closer to here than the office.” Pause, “Sure, I can pick you up on the way.” Pause, “OK, well, you’ve got my number here if you need me. I’ll be working on the presentation till about 3, then I’ll head over and we should get there around 4ish.” Pause, “Not a problem, I’ll see you then.”

Jason, in the mean time, was in two minds. He couldn’t get down from where he was but he didn’t want to stay there either. He was going to climb back up onto the desk and find another way down but he had hesitated too long. Chris was coming back into the room.

Moving the chair again he sat down. Jason could only see him from the waist down and he got a lot closer look as Chris moved the chair back in closer to the desk.

Now he was hanging right between Chris’ massive thighs. The giant groin was only feet away. From above he could hear the sound of typing.

Jason didn’t know what to do. He thought of climbing back down to the chair and then to the floor but it was risky. So was hanging around.

Chris’ hand appeared suddenly, giving himself a good scratch. Jason decided to stay put for a while. This was a good show.

He managed to hook himself onto the rope so he could hang where he was without holding on.

For about ten minutes he hung there but nothing much was happening. That changed when Chris’ hand appeared again. It gave the massive groin a scratch and an adjustment but when the hand retracted it knocked Jason’s rope, sending him swinging.

Three times he swung up against Chris’ crotch, banging into it. There was no indication from Chris feeling the impacts.

The sound of a modem dialling was the next interruption. For a few minutes there was only the occasional sound of the mouse clicking. It was about then that Jason noticed movement in front of him. There was definitely stirring in the giant crotch. Curious, he pulled out the palm pilot and switched to see what Chris was looking at.

Working from home? Yeah, sure, if looking at porn was work! Jason flicked off the screen. Tit’s a clits held no interest for him. The stirring of the giant prick in front of him, though…

Chris’ hand appeared again manipulating his crotch to free his rapidly hardening cock. Jason could see a clear outline through the black fabric of the suit.

A few minutes later and Chris pushed the chair back, standing up. He left the room for a few minutes. Jason decided to stay where he was, things were getting interesting.

Chris returned, naked. His semi-erect cock bobbed about as he walked. He had a towel in one hand when he lay across the chair before sitting down and pulling in close to the desk again. Jason was mere feet away from the head of that bus sized dick as Chris returned to looking at the porn.

The tiny man felt as though the dick was pointing at him. That changed as Chris got harder. The cock went more upright. Now Chris’ hand appeared, slowly stroking his dick as it hardened more.

The slow stroking continued, right in front of Jason, for another ten or fifteen minutes. The hand disappeared for a moment, reappearing with a glob of spittle in the middle of it. Now the stroking picked up a notch. Chris moved a little closer to the desk, the result being that his hand now occasionally knocked into the inch tall man hanging before his cock. He never even noticed.

Jason did. His rope was sent spinning time and time again. Occasionally the massive dick itself would hit him. But more often that not it was a knuckle or finger.

Chris pushed back away from the desk suddenly and Jason saw his massive balls start to rise. A low groan from Chris as the first spurt of cum shot out. It must have landed on the desk because it didn’t come back down. Another few spurts went up, some coming back down onto the cock. Jason had barely enough time to realise that the cock was suddenly pointing right at him. Then his world turned white as a last spurt enveloped him.

It sent his rope spinning. He was covered in Chris’ cum. It was in his eyes, his mouth, his nose. He could feel it all over his body. He desperately wiped it away from his eyes.

In front of him Chris was milking the last few drops out of his cock, the thick fluid oozing over his fingers. There was a contented sigh from Chris before the giant stood up.

The towel was used to wipe his hands and, Jason assumed, the table top, but not under the desk. The giant mustn’t have even realised he had shot under there.

Covered in cum, Jason had to hang there as Chris walked out of the room. A couple of minutes later his giant neighbour returned, this time in a pair of black jocks.

Sitting down once more, he started typing again.

As best he could, Jason wiped the cum off him, letting it fall to the floor.

For another hour he remained where he was before anything significant happened. Chris had fairly good posture at the PC but having sat there for a while, he started to slump. The result being his butt slid forward on the seat. His huge cock, snugly enveloped in his briefs pushed forward straight at Jason. He was resting right on top of that massive schlong. He could feel its warmth beneath him and smell the musky smell emanating from it.

For a moment Jason froze, then he made a decision. The whole intention of coming into Chris’ apartment was to get close to him. Undoing the clip which fastened him to his rope, he grabbed hold of the fabric beneath him. He started to crawl upwards. He had almost reached the waist band when Chris stood up. Clinging desperately to the front of Chris’ briefs, he couldn’t see where his giant was heading. His first and only clue was when the fabric around him was suddenly pushed down. Luckily for Jason, he managed to tumble inside. He looked up to see Chris holding his cock and pointing it away. Then a massive stream of piss shot forth.

In awe Jason watched as gallon after gallon of piss streamed away. He could hear it hitting the water far below him. Then the flow sputtered to a halt. A last shake to get rid of the few drops and the cock was being pushed downward – straight at Jason.

The still wet cock head was pushed right onto Jason, the briefs were pulled snug and he was trapped. The pressure was significant but not life threatening.

The last drop of Chris’ leak spread out and over his tint form. The piss slit was pressed firm against his chest. In fact, Jason realised, it spread over his chest, partially enveloping him.

Instantly Jason was rock hard as he realised he was almost inside Chris’ dick. He didn’t dare move. He knew how sensitive his own cock head was and he knew that Chris would feel him. He wasn’t scared of being found, his main worry was that Chris would simply scratch his itch, crushing his tiny passenger without realising.

But he couldn’t ignore his ranging hard-on either. He had to have some relief. With slow, upwards thrusting, he managed to put pressure on his own groin. It took barely any effort for him to cum explosively in his pants. He knew he would be a mess, but considering his clothes were already encrusted with Chris’ cum and piss, he felt his own little mess was insignificant.

From the inactivity around him he assumed that Chris must have been back at his PC.

For another few hours there was virtually no movement and Jason dozed off, lulled by the heat, humidity and the lack of movement.

He was awoken by Chris’ massive movement. He seemed to be moving around the apartment. The amount of light filtering in through the underwear was cut dramatically and Jason realised it was almost 3. Chris must have been getting dressed for his meeting.

The thought that he was about to get carried out of the apartment sent Jason into a mild panic.

All his equipment was in the apartment. His remote access wouldn’t work on any distance that took Chris out of the apartment. He would have no possible way to contact Chris, or anyone else for that matter.

He debated with himself about using his palm pilot to get Chris’ attention. Once again he hesitated too long. The sound of the front door closing sealed off that option.

Now he did panic. He had to attract Chris’ attention, he couldn’t take the risk of being away from his support devices.

He tried to move, only to find that he was held too firmly in place. He tried to struggle out from under the cock head, squirming forward. Chris didn’t notice. When his legs were the only thing under the piss slit he did the worst possible thing he could do – he kicked.

His foot went into the slit, touching the tender, sensitive inner walls. Chris felt it – at least on a subconscious level.

The piss slit flared as the muscles reacted. Both of Jason’s tiny legs slipped inside. When the muscles contracted they pulled his legs deeper. Jason found himself up to his waist inside Chris’ slit. Again he reacted, kicking.

The muscles expanded again. At the same time, Chris reached down and adjusted himself. He knew that something was touching his dick but he assumed it was just the fabric.

The result of the two actions was to push Jason into Chris’ dick up to his shoulders, his arms on the outside. They were the only thing holding him out.

Jason froze. Instinctively he knew that if he moved again Chris would adjust himself and push the tiny man completely into his dick.

For the next hour Jason had to stay that way. He heard the meeting going on outside but he couldn’t focus on it. Instead he had to focus on not moving and getting sucked deeper.

Outside, the meeting came to an end. Chris walked Jill back to his car. He couldn’t help but admire here body. He had always had a thing for her. The meeting had gone well and Chris was feeling adventurous.

They decided to go to a local bar for a celebratory drink. Chris couldn’t help himself. He felt himself get a little bit hard at the prospect of where tonight might finish off.

Jason felt the blood starting to pump into Chris’ dick. The cock head flared slightly. Not expecting it, Jason wasn’t prepared and his arms slipped free of their hold. As the muscle around him contracted he was sucked further in.

It was too much to hope for that Chris wouldn’t feel an inch tall man slipping inside his dick. He could feel something inside his dick and it alarmed him a little.

Excusing himself from Jill he headed towards the men’s room. Entering a cubicle he pulled down his pants and underwear. Grabbing his dick he looked at it. He could see something just inside his dick. He released his muscles over the toilet bowl and let a torrent of piss wash out whatever it was.

He felt it dislodged and saw a small, tan thing drop into the toilet. It looked like a strip of material or something. Relieved it wasn’t a leech or something worse, his hand drifted towards the button on the cistern.

Jason coughed and spluttered as he resurfaced in the water. He hadn’t been prepared to be expelled so forcefully. One moment there had been almost total darkness, surrounded in the hot walls of Chris’ massive schlong and then bright light and moments later hot, rancid urine exploding past him and carrying him free.

The long drop nearly stopped his heart but he plunged into the toilet safely. He surfaced as the last few drops of piss splashed down. Clearing his eyes he saw and heard the water start to cascade down the sides of the white porcelin.

He looked up to see Chris towering over him, hand on the button. He screamed, waving his arms. He didn’t want it to end this way – he didn’t want it to end at all!

For a moment it looked like Chris hadn’t noticed him, even though he was looking casually down at what had been inside his dick. Jason had to start to struggle, he could feel and under-tow starting to form.

He didn’t see the look of amazement dawn on Chris’ face as he realised what he was really looking at, he was too busy trying to stay above the surface, futile as he knew it would be.

He didn’t even realise the water was no longer cascading in until he heard the massive, stunned “Fuck!” from above him. When he did realise, he looked up to see Chris staring at him as he treaded water.

Chris seemed to shake himself out of his daze and crouched down over the toilet to get a better look at the small man he saw swimming in the piss-tainted water. His eyebrows couldn’t get any higher as he realised he recognised the tiny face staring back up at him.

“Jason? Holy shit, man! How did you get so small?!”

Jason’s reply was drowned out by the man in the next cubicle, “Shit, dude – don’t talk to it. Your dick has probably always been small.” He obviously thought he was hilarious by the amount of laughing that followed the statement.

Chris, realising that this was probably not the best place to carry on such a conversation, reached in and scoped Jason out. For a moment he was in a quandary with what to do with him. His hand was dripping in piss and he didn’t want to just drop Jason into his pocket. Pulling his pants up and doing them up one-handed was tricky but he managed it.

Flushing the toilet, he cracked the door open and peered out. As luck would have it, no-one else was in the toilet (other than the still giggling drunk next door). He rushed over to the sink, washed his hand, and Jason before using paper towel to pat him dry.

The door to the toilets opened and Chris quickly dropped Jason into his top shirt pocket.

He almost walked out immediately before he remembered Jill. He made his way over to the bar and apologised. He explained that he had just remembered an important meeting with another client.

Jill looked both confused and annoyed. She had obviously been thinking the same things that Chris had been. She had heard about how big his dick was and she was looking forward to a challenge.

He insisted that he would call her later, and continue where they left off.

Then he hurried home.

Once there he carefully pulled the tiny man from his pocket and sat him on the kitchen counter, crouching down to be at eye level with him. He tried to take in every detail of his tiny neighbour. Of course there was another reason for him to crouch down. His dick was hard as a rock at the feeling of power that he had over his little friend.

Power had always been an aphrodisiac for Chris and he knew that he had the ultimate power of life and death over the tiny Jason. Combined with his earlier horniness for Jill, it was a wonder he wasn’t already creaming his pants. He knew he would have to get some release soon. But he was too curious about how Jason had become so small and how he head ended up inside his dick.

For the next hour he forced Jason to explain everything. It became much easier when Jason explained about his access to the PC. He turned it on and turned on the speakers. Jason used the voice capabilities of his Palm Pilot as a microphone.

Chris managed to get Jason to tell him all about the tablets, the ones back in his apartment plus the ones in the hole in the back of the wardrobe in Chris’ room. He also managed to get Jason to explain why he had done what he had.

Jason hadn’t wanted to confess but he had in the end. His story didn’t make plausible sense without telling Chris that he had wanted to be tiny in the presence of his friend, that he had fantasised about it often.

When there was no more to tell (Jason had even told Chris about the trip up his arse), Chris grinned. “Wait right here,” he boomed, before placing a glass over Jason to make sure he couldn’t go anywhere.

About ten minutes later he came back and dropped a small pile of goods on the desktop, next to the glass. Jason looked at the pile. All his equipment from the wardrobe was there. There was also a pile of tablets – Chris had broken in to his apartment and bought them all back.

He looked up at Chris, puzzled. Chris grinned back then slid a small metal plate under the pile. A can of lighter fluid appeared and Chris squeezed a good amount over the pile before producing a match.

Jason screamed at the giant, hammering against the glass. To no avail.

Chris dropped the lit match onto the pile and all of Jason’s hopes of a return to normal size went up in a puff of smoke – literally. There were no more tablets anywhere in existence and he no longer had the means to creating more, having resigned from his government research job.

Chris removed the glass after the fire had burned itself out, “You wanted to be small and tiny near me – guess what, you’re getting your wish. Only you’ll have to be this way forever now.” There was no mistaking the ecstasy in Chris’ voice. Nor could Jason ignore the tone of someone who was in power and loving it. “As of this moment, I am your God. You live or die at my whim. You do everything and anything I want, when I want it. You have no rights unless I choose to give them to you. You will worship me, please me, or you will die at my hands.”

Jason stared up at his neighbour in growing horror. He had imagined stuff like this before but the reality of it was a totally new experience. He knew exactly how much effort it would take for Chris to snuff out his life – none!

Dazed, he watched as Chris dropped his pants and pulled out his massive dick. He was stroking it immediately, eyes locked on his tiny subject. It took almost no effort at all for him to start cumming.

He aimed at Jason and hit him square in the chest with the first spurt, knocking him over backwards and back two inches. With uncanny precision he directed every spurt and drop of cum onto the inch tall man.

He had never felt power like this and it was making him light-headed. He hadn’t realised until now what it would be like to be a god to someone and he liked it. Jason was going to be his for a very, very long time.

When he had squeezed out the last drops of his juice he headed into the bathroom to clean himself off. He left Jason to try and crawl out of the puddle of still-warm cum.

When he returned to the bedroom he bought with him an old shoebox. He put it under the edge of the desk and scoped Jason and his cum into it with the lid. Walking into the bedroom he grabbed one of his Nike crosstrainers and placed it inside, on its side.

“This will have to do for your home until I can rig up something better. In the meantime, you can start to come up with some ideas about how you can worship your god. I want rituals, chants, the works.” Chris set the box on his bedside table. As he was about to put the lid on he stopped, “Oh, and you might also like to think about how you’re going to survive tomorrow. I’ve got an important meeting and you’re coming with me. You’ve got a couple of choices – you can either go up by butt, down my cock or somewhere else on my body. Choice is yours.”

Jason started to cry as the lid sealed him into darkness. He hadn’t imagined his adventure would turn out this way. He knew his fate was sealed. Chris took too much delight in the thought of having a tiny subject worship him – he would never let Jason go.

The next morning Chris received compliments from management, after the meeting. They had never seen him so self-assured, so confident of his position. The VP wanted to discuss his career path with him. Apparently he had been looking for a real go-getter and he liked the look of Chris.

After the meeting Chris headed towards the men’s room. In the cubicle he opened his briefs and looked at his dick. He could barely see the top of his tiny subjects head poking out the tip of his dick but he could definitely feel him.

He gently patted his good-luck charm on the head before enclosing him in darkness again. Things were certainly looking up for Chris. He would have to remember to reward his little man when he got home.

Maybe he would let him clean his feet with his tongue – that’d be a suitable reward for them both.

End.