Member of the Family

 By dc_suitbear

I had worked for Tony, Sr. for several years when he passed away. Starting off as an errand-boy and then becoming a bodyguard, the old man eventually realized that I had brains as well as muscle, so I helped him out with “special jobs.” Since he controlled the operations of several legal (and illegal) activities, there were plenty of special jobs to be taken care of. They were mostly to remind recalcitrant bill-payers, employees, or hangers-on that they needed to take care of their outstanding promises to the old man. Sometimes I had to be very persuasive or correct the problem permanently. It was a living.
When the old man died, his son, Tony, Jr. took over the operations. The new boss was a hell of a handsome man. We were about the same age. He could be pretty ruthless and was definitely anxious to take over things as soon as he had the opportunity.
He and I had fooled around when I first came on board, but the old man put a stop to that. He didn’t like his employees to get too close to the family. I had always tried to walk the straight and narrow where his son was concerned, but those green eyes and his crooked smile melted me like no other man I had ever met.
For a couple of years, the old man had me working with a distant cousin of the family. His name was Paul, but everyone called him Mack. After the truck. He was built so big, that all of his clothes were custom-made. I always assumed that the family paid for it all, like they did mine. We were always expected to be dressed in sharp suits, with white shirts, and shine shoes. Since Mack wore a size 18EEE, his were made to fit. He had several pair, all black, and they were always shined to a bright finish.
Mack and I shared a place uptown, not far from the old man’s duplex apartment. After a while, he and I got to be real chummy and I guess you could even say we were married. This seemed to suit the old man just fine. He liked stability in the home life of his employees. But I could tell that it really riled up the son. I’m a little slow sometimes when it comes to matters of the heart, so it took me a while to realize that he was jealous as all hell. But I just shrugged it all off. The old man had made it clear to me to stay away from Tony, Jr. Otherwise, I’d lose more than just my job.
At the funeral, all the relatives of the family were there. It hit me hard. The old man had been like a father to me. I think some of the aunts and cousins knew how much I would miss him. One of them, a wizened elderly woman from the old country, took me aside after the wake.
She told me she was sorry to have to discuss business on such a sad day, but that this couldn’t wait. She said that the old man had sent her a letter just 2 months ago and that he had made a special request for one of her “bitter pills.” This was a reference to the special little liquid concoctions that the old lady would brew up and send over when we had problems with hard cases. Usually I would deliver them by throwing the liquid in the guy’s face. Depending on how bad things had gotten, they either made the hit realize the error of his ways, or just solved the problem permanently. But either way was not pretty. This lady knew her stuff and it was a nasty way to handle things. We only did it when nothing else worked, or when we were trying to send someone else a “message.”
That night, she asked me to meet her at the family’s big house out in the country where she was staying. Some of the cousins asked me to stay for dinner. This took me by surprise as the old man would have never done that. I was politely refusing when Tony, Jr. came in the living room and asked me to stay, as a favor to him. I could hardly refuse, so I did. The food was superb and the wine flowed like water. I probably had more to drink than I should have.
After dinner, the old lady led me to the study so we could talk alone. She gave me the bottle and told me who it was for. I wasn’t surprised. This guy had been giving the family a lot of trouble for almost a year. She cackled a bit and said that this was a problem that would get smaller as time went by. I knew better than to ask what she meant by that. I took the bottle, said goodbye to the family, and drove back to the city.
It was probably the good food and the wine, but I could hardly keep my eyes open on the way back to town. At one point, I woke with a start to realize that I was on the shoulder and about to hit a car parked on the side of the road. I swung the car to the left, narrowly missing a passing truck. As the car swerved, the bottle the old lady had given me fell out of my coat pocket and rolled onto the floor of the car. I looked down for it and couldn’t find it. I moved my left foot over so I could see better, and heard a crunching sound. I must have broken the bottle, because the car was soon full of a green mist. I frantically rolled down the windows as I pulled over. Gagging, I got out of the car and took several deep breaths of the cool night air. Nothing seemed to be happening, so I gingerly cleaned the floorboard of the car, carefully removing the fragments of the bottle so as to not touch them. I throw them into the woods on the side of the road, and got back into the car.
The rest of the drive was uneventful, but I left the windows rolled down just in case. When I got back to the apartment, I parked the car in the garage and went upstairs. Mack was asleep and snoring as usual. I undressed, and got into bed next to him. He stirred and pulled me over in a big bear hug. He’s about 6’5” or so, and I’m 5’10”. I’m no lightweight, but I just usually give in when Mack insists, as he is so much bigger than me.
I thought he had gone back to sleep, but then I felt him kissing the back of my neck. His beard (he has to shave twice a day) scratched my skin, getting me excited. Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled me in tight and started to fuck me. As usual, I just took it. But there wasn’t any reason to resist. Mack was the best fucker I’d ever met.
The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I lay there with my eyes closed. I heard Mack say, “Fuck!” I jumped up, looking around, expecting that we were late for work or that some sort of emergency had just been called in.
What I saw sent me reeling. It looked like I was lying in a bed about 12 to 15 feet long. And at the end of the bed, Mack was looking down at me. He was fucking huge!
“What the hell happened to you?” he bellowed.
“Oh shit!”
“What! What is wrong with you!?”
“The old lady’s formula. Fuck man, it must have gotten on me!”
I told him about the bottle, her cryptic words, and the near crash in the car. Her words suddenly made sense.
“That bitch shrunk you?”
“Look Mack,” I said, knowing his temper, “she didn’t mean for it to happen to me. It was for that Howitzer guy that’s been giving the family so much trouble. Makes sense too since he is such a prick the way he stands over people.”
“Yeah. He makes me feel short! The asshole!”
“Shit! What am I gonna do?”
Mack looked at me. He must have just gotten out of the shower, because his hair was still wet. He didn’t have anything on but the towel he had used. And, it was showing signs of his interest in the situation.
“Is this makin’ you hard?” I asked him.
“You know how I like shorter guys.”
“I didn’t think this short.”
“How tall are you now”
I moved over to the side of the bed. I jumped off and looked around. It looked like I was about 3 feet tall. Maybe about half as tall as before. Mack stepped closer to me. I looked at him. I reached up and pulled the towel off. His pecker went straight out. I walked under him. My head just grazed his balls. I walked around him, getting worked up myself. His legs were now monumental. His perfect ass was just within reach. I swatted him on the left cheek playfully and pulled on my dick. He stepped back reflexively. When he did, he inadvertently knocked me down. It was like being hit by a car.
I stood up, rubbing my ass. I walked back around and looked up at him from the front.
“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Pick me up!”
He just laughed and reached down and pulled me into his arms. It was an odd sensation, being completely encased in the massive muscle of his biceps and pecs. I reached up and kissed him on the mouth. His gigantic tongue pushed its way into my mouth. The smell of his breath was intense. His cologne and after-shave surrounded me along with the heat of his body. I looked into his large blue eyes. He kissed me again, this time more insistently and brushed my cock with his thumb. My body went into spasms and I came all over his fingers.

To be continued…