Rick

At last he had it. From the first moment he had seen the machine in operation, Rick had had to have it. It had taken him 7 months to come up with a plan for obtaining it, and another five months to pluck up the courage to carry those plans out. But now he had it, and that was all that mattered.

A high pitched squeak drew his attention downwards. He plucked the little man from out of his suit pocket. Only an inch tall, the little man was gesticulating wildly. Without another thought, he turned his hand over. The little man hit the ground hard, but his decreased body mass had meant he survived the fall. Richard sneered, it was a pity the good doctor had stumbled across him when he had been stealing the machine. After all, the man was a genius, he had invented this shrinking ray.

Although the Doctor's face was too small to see, Rick was positive it was contorted in horror as he lifted one shiny black shoe and positioned it over him.

It was just like crushing a slug really. Hardly any resistance, just a feeling of satisfaction.

Giving the doctor no more thought, Rick started to plan.

* * * * *

Rick laughed when he saw then newspaper article. Of course they all had something in common. They had all been kidnapped by him!
He had been very careful. Each of his victims had come from totally different parts of town. None of the victims looked alike or seemed to share any of the same traits. He had been following these men very carefully for the last 6 months. He knew their routines better than they did.

The hardest part of the whole deal was the modifications he had made to the shrinking ray. He had used a mirror to reflect the ray back on itself, shrinking the machine down to hand-gun size. Unfortunately at that size it didn't have enough power to shrink a human down to the size he wanted, so he had to come up with a new power source. It was at that moment that he had regretted grinding the good doctor into the ground. He should have kept him.

It had taken Rick another 3 months before the shrinking ray was ready. He had followed his first victim, Ross, to his regular hang-out and waited for him to leave. As was usual for a Saturday night, Ross left the night club alone. Rick still couldn't work that one out. Ross went there both Friday and Saturday. On Friday's he almost always left with a girl. They went back to his place, she spent the night, left in the morning, and that was that. Saturday's though, Ross never took anyone home. Go figure!

Even more predictably, Ross took the same dark alley way home. I mean, come on! Anyone who walks down a dark alley way, at night, alone, is asking for trouble. Rick had simply entered the alley way three hours earlier and waited. When Ross finally appeared, Rick shot him. There was no blazing light, no smoke, no sound.

Rick had almost stepped on Ross in the dark. He had set the gun to only 1% and Ross was now only about 2cm tall. The little guys clothes had been shrunken with him and looked so damn cute. He was unconscious of course, the stress that shrinking put on the body and mind were too much for most people and they blacked out.

Being very careful, Rick picked Ross up by his jacket and placed him into a small glass specimen jar. There were air holes in the top, and he had placed a wad of cotton on the bottom to cushion the ride.

Rick had then changed the setting on the gun and turned it on himself. No-one even noticed the six inch tall man leave the alley. Even if they had, they wouldn't have believed their own eyes, thinking they saw an animal of some sort instead.

When Rick was safely away from the scene of the crime, he readjusted the shrinking ray, got in his car, and drove home.

When he finally got there, he fished the specimen jar out of his coat pocket. Ross was still out cold, so he removed the lid and placed the open jar in the glass terrarium, placed the cover back on top, and dropped a cover over the whole lot. Rick then flicked a power switch and went to bed. He wasn't ready to play just yet.

* * * * *

Rick woke early the next morning and set out after victim number two. He had planned this capture just as thoroughly as the other. Trevor was a body builder and had truly pumped himself up. Unfortunately for Trevor, his attitude and ego had expanded along with his biceps. Rick had never really been turned on my muscle men, in fact he still wasn't. Trevor had annoyed Rick though. Rick had joined the City Gym eight months ago. He had been working out on a machine that Trevor had wanted. Trevor took the machine.

As though Rick hadn't even existed, Trevor just pushed him off and started using it. He seemed to think that just because he was bigger than Rick, he was better too. Well, Rick had decided right there and then that Trevor wasn't going to remain big for long.

The Gym's car park was at the rear of the building and hardly anyone used it. Most of the regular patrons lived nearby and simply walked to the Gym. Trevor drove a red convertible and seemed to want to be seen in it.

Rick had shrunk the car as well.

This time Rick had shrunk himself to 2 cm tall before entering the car park. He had hidden underneath Trevor's car until he saw him coming. That nearly proved to be a mistake. He had waited until Trevor had gotten into the car, then aimed the gun upwards and fired.

He had to throw himself flat as the car rapidly shrunk over him. A few seconds later, he crawled out from underneath it.

He pushed the unconscious muscle man out of the driver seat, got in and drove away. Driving the convertible, Rick headed into an abandoned warehouse that backed onto the car park. Once inside, he got out of the car and made himself bigger.

Picking up the 5cm long car, he shook it upside down until Trevor fell into his other hand. Trevor he placed in a specimen jar and then into his left jacket pocket. The car went into his right pocket. He quite liked the idea of owning a convertible.

Once back at his house again, Rick turned a valve next to the terrarium, waited a few minutes, turned the valve back off and removed the cover. Removing the lid from the specimen jar, Rick held one hand over his mouth as he removed the glass lid. Being careful not to breathe in any fumes, he placed the open jar inside, next to the other empty one, then replaced the lid.

The cover was replaced. Rick still wasn't ready to play.

* * * * *

Rick had taken a bit of a risk when he captured Michael. Because the shop had security cameras, Rick entered the store a full day before he needed to. There was only one aisle that wasn't totally covered by security cameras. Rick had stood in front of the dog food for five minutes before there was no-one else in the aisle. He then shrunk himself down to six inches, clambered onto the bottom shelf, and hid behind the bags of dry dog food.

He had found a nice little niche at the back and was half asleep when the bag in front of him shifted. He nearly wet himself as it was pulled forward. He had deliberately chosen these bags because they were 3 rows deep.

Terrified, he pushed himself into the corner as the bag was pulled away. All he could see were the bottom of two huge legs in front of the shelf. The person there shifted and kneeled down. A massive hand holding a thick sponge reached in. As the sponge was thumped down, a drop of water hit Rick in the chest. Luckily they were a sloppy cleaner, the sponge never really came that close to Rick's hiding place, nevertheless, it scared him witless.

When the bags were replaced in front of him, Rick let go a huge sigh of relief. Only three more hours until his victim would arrive.

Rick wasn't too concerned about there being anyone else in the aisle when Michael turned up. It was almost closing time and there was never anyone else in the shop when Michael made his weekly, last minute dash to buy pet food.

True to form, Michael rushed down the aisle at 8:59pm.

Rick waited until Michael passed out of the security camera's field of vision, then shot him. Acting quickly, he enlarged himself to 20cm tall and picked up the smaller man. He then climbed back onto the shelf.

After the shop lights had been turned out, Rick carefully made his way out of hiding. He was too small for the camera's to pick up clearly, and he kept to the darkest shadows. Sliding out from under the doors, Rick raced up the block to his car. Enlarging himself to normal size, he sped home.

Again he turned on the gas before removing the cover from the terrarium. The third glass bottle was placed inside, with it’s cap removed. He still wasn't ready to play.

* * * * *

Rick had had to go well out of his way to capture his fourth victim. He caught the train right across town, not taking his car this time. The Bowl-a-rama was right near the train station, so it sort of made sense. Again, Rick got to the site well before the time his victim was due. He watched Peter park his car in the car park, then enter the building at 4pm. Rick shrunk himself down at 5:30 and moved around till he was under the car. When Peter finally emerged, Rick saw his massive feet stop at the car door. A second later, Peter was unconscious and only 2cm tall.

Rick crawled out and picked up the smaller man, then headed into the bushes. He made his way over to the train station, and came across his first problem. They were doing work on the train lines that night, and there wasn’t another train till 6:30 the next morning. There was no way that Peter would remain unconscious that long.

At least he had been prepared for something like this. Occasionally someone would be strong enough to withstand the stress of shrinking (like himself), they wouldn't be knocked unconscious, but they would be weak and disorientated. Rick had shrunken himself so many times now that he was used to it. To allow for that, Rick had obtained a bottle of chloroform. When Peter started to come around, about 11pm, Rick simply used some of the chemical to send him back to sleep.

The second problem happened at just after 6 the next morning. Rick had remained in his small state, beneath some bushes, just outside of the train station. He had reversed the setting on the gun, placed Peter on the ground, and shot himself. He rocketed up to his normal height - right in front of a very startled young man. Rick didn't have time to curse, the man was already opening his mouth to scream. With a quick flick, he adjusted the dial on the gun back the other way and shot the man.

The scream emerged as a diminishing squeal of shock, that faded as he blacked out. Looking around to make sure no-one else had seen what had happened, Rick picked up both little men and slid them into their own jars. He then waited till the train came.

Part 2

When Luke finally started to come around, he first noticed that he was lying on a comfortable bed, under a thick, soft blanket. He was in a room that he had never seen before, it had no roof. Instead, some thirty feet up, There was a dark, reflective surface. He was still wearing the same clothes that he had been in yesterday. He climbed out of bed and pulled on his shoes which were on the floor next to him. Keeping very quiet, he crept over to the door and put his ear up against it.

He could hear voices on the other side, but they were muffled and he couldn't make out what they were saying. A quick inspection of the room revealed nothing that could be used as a weapon.

Taking a deep breath, and swallowing his fear, Luke opened the door and stepped through. Five other men were sitting around a table, talking. They stopped when they saw him and looked up.

For a moment no-one said anything. Then one of the five men stood up, "Hi. You're probably feeling a little confused and lost. As far as we can tell, we've all been kidnapped. Take a seat."

Luke was still a bit hesitant. For all he knew, these five were the ones who kidnapped him. "How do I know I can trust you?"

One of the others laughed, "Pal, you don't have anyone else to trust. Look out the window." He pointed to the other side of the room. Keeping an eye on the others, Luke walked over. There was no glass in the window, just a frame. Looking out, he was confused for a moment. A few feet away from the window was a black glass wall, apparently made of the same material as the roof. It stretched out to either side and up for about thirty feet.

"It extends all the way round, over the top and underneath too." Luke jumped at the sound of the voice behind him. "There are ten rooms like the one you woke up in, two other meeting rooms like this, and some other stuff. You'll notice that there's no roof on any of the rooms."

"W-What's going on? Who kidnapped us?" Luke asked.

"We don’t have a clue. I was the first one to be brought here. I woke up outside, inside some sort of glass tube. Trevor there was the next one. The rooms filled up with some gas, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, Trevor was unconscious in another tube. A couple of days later, Michael joined us, then Peter and Shane. We found you an hour ago, after we woke up from another gas attack. Your tube is still outside."

Michael carried over a chair, which Luke slumped into gratefully, "We've been trying to come up with some sort of explanation. The best guess we have so far is that it's some sort of government experiment."

There was a loud thud, followed by another, vibrations ran through the building "What's that?" Luke whispered.

"We don't know." That was Michael. "Every so often we hear and feel it. Whatever it is, it's coming from outside."

* * * * *

Rick managed to stay away from his little captives for a full day. He was actually quite impressed that he had managed to last that long, his every waking moment had been filled with thoughts of them.

He waited until about 6pm before deciding he was ready to play.

Rick flicked a power switch. Inside the terrarium, all the lights went out. Tip-toeing across the room, Rick took hold of the heavy black cloth and the glass lid. In one swift motion, he pulled it free.

For a moment the six little men were blinded from the sudden light, then one of them managed to blink away his tears. When he saw Rick towering over them, Peter screamed. In moments, all six men were screaming.
Rick watched as they tried to hide. Shane and Michael disappeared under beds, Luke ducked into a closet, and Trevor hid under a table. Peter and Ross just stood in the middle of the room, necks craned back to look at the monstrosity above them.

The giant raised one enormous foot and placed it on the top of one of the walls. Ross could clearly see the word Nike printed in the bottom of the sneakers. The giant leaned down, resting his arms on his bent leg.

"Listen up, boys. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you guys are already dead. No-one knows what happened to you, and no-one would believe it if they did know. So don't expect to get rescued. As of this moment, each and every one of you is subject to my will. Make no mistake, I own you. You have no rights, other than those I give you. If I tell you to do something, you do it, or you get punished. And believe me, you don't want me to punish you." He grinned, and waited for one of them to say something.

For a few minutes, no-one said anything, then Ross plucked up the courage, "What do you want with us?"

Thanks to a microphone and speaker system that Rick had set up, he was able to hear the little man, "Good question, I'll show you." Ross tried to duck as Rick reached down, but there was nowhere to go. Fingers thicker than his body wrapped around him, and lifted him into the air.

Through a modification of the shrinking ray, Rick had been able to target certain points and muscles on his body and cause them to grow. As a result, he would have put many a body builder to shame. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt that seemed about to burst at the seems with every flex of his muscles. An even tighter pair of very short shorts concealed virtually nothing. He wasn't wearing any socks, only the running shoes.

At last Rick unwrapped his fist and peered in at the tiny man on his hand. There was very real fear on the little man's face. The giant's breath washed over Ross, blowing his hair about. Ross didn't know where to look; at either of the two green eyes, both about as big as he was, that were staring avidly at him; at the sedan sized nose, that to his sensitive hearing, seem to whistle slightly at each breath; at the thick pink lips that were slightly parted to show a hint of teeth, and the occasional flash of the tip of a tongue, and then only darkness beyond; or to simply close his eyes tight and hope it was all a bad dream.

For a moment, Ross tried the last option. He shut his eyes as tight as he could and prayed that when he opened them, the nightmare would be gone. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, he could still feel the warm palm beneath him and the slight vibration of a giant pulse. His mind filled with images of the giant popping him into his mouth like a peanut, or another hand slamming down, turning him into paste. The images his mind conjured were almost worse than the reality… Almost. He opened his eyes, the scenery hadn’t changed, except that the tongue tip was making more regular appearances as the giant licked his lips.

BOOM! A blast of sound hit Ross, sending stabbing pains through his skull. The giant had spoken, but the noise was so loud that he couldn't tell what he had said. His hands clasped to his ears, he writhed in agony, not noticing that he almost rolled off the hand. When he could at last open his eyes, he blinked away the tears and gradually pulled his hands away. His head still rang like a bell, and he was going to have one hell of a headache, but he was alive.

Ross wore a mixed look of contrition and embarrassment. He hadn't thought of how sensitive the little man's hearing would be. He should have though, from his own experiences. He had only spoken in a normal voice, but had almost killed his first little toy by doing so.

Moving his hand away from his face, he spoke in a voice as quite as he could make it. To Ross it still sounded like an avalanche, "I said I'd show you want I wanted with you. Well the answer is simple, really. I want to do, and can do, anything at all." Picking Ross up between his other thumb and forefinger, he carried his helpless captive closer to his face, "Try this for starters," and he promptly pushed Ross, head first, up his left nostril. When only his little legs were hanging outside, Ross inhaled, and let go. The suction kept Ross where he was.

Inside, Ross felt like he had been shoved into a jet engine. His ears had popped at the change in pressure. It was wet and sticky, and coarse hairs were jabbing into him. The suction was incredible, as was the accompanying noise. He felt Rick let go of him, but wasn't afraid of falling. He was wedged in too tight for that.

The suction stopped momentarily, as Rick breathed out through his mouth. Ross kicked his tiny legs against Rick's upper lip. Rick stopped his hand, halfway to his face. The kicking had tickled and he had instinctively gone to wipe his nose, and act that would have crushed Ross.

Grabbing a handkerchief, Rick inhaled deeply again, sucking Ross in a little bit more. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His already hard dick became even harder. It was hot to see how helpless Ross was stuck up his nose.

Raising the hankie to his nose, he blew into it, as hard as he could. Ross shot out like a rocket, into the back of the hankie. What felt like a ton of snot and mucus piled in on top of him. It forced its' way into his mouth, his nose and his ears.

As Rick pulled the hankie away, he opened it up. He laughed to see Ross flailing about in his snot, gasping for air. Manipulating the hankie from the other side, he smeared Ross around. Eventually, after making sure Ross wasn't going to drown, he tied a knot in the hankie, with the little man inside it. Lacking any pockets, he deposited Ross back into the terrarium, inside another room that had no other entrances, other than the roof. The others wouldn't be able to get to him to help him.

"I'll come back for you others later," he whispered, then he replaced the lid and turned the power back on.

Rick then stripped off and masturbated on his bed, his mind filled with thoughts of what he could do with the other five.

Part 3

For a full day, the six little men were left alone. For the first couple of hours, the men kept close to each other, taking comfort in each others presence. No-one talked, no-one knew what to say. Eventually, the men drifted away, going to their own parts of the terrarium.

Peter had tried to communicate with Ross, through the wall, but all he got in return was sobs of fear. Inside his sealed room, Rob lay curled up in a corner, shivering. It wasn't that he was cold. The snot had dried ages ago. He was shivering from the thought of the giant. Never in his entire life had he thought that he could be so helpless. Despite the fact that there was nothing that he could have done to stop the giant, he still felt a deep sense of shame.

He had been subjected to one of the most humiliating experiences he could imagine, in a situation totally out of his control.

Eventually, Ross drifted off into a light sleep, his dreams haunted by images of the giant.

* * * * *

When the lights went out again, someone screamed. Trevor didn't know who it was, but he couldn't criticise them, he felt like screaming himself. Light blazed into the rooms again, as the lid was pulled free.

Despite knowing what he was going to see, Trevor was still horrified at the reality of Rick. The giant was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and the bodybuilder in Trevor was impressed by the body that the clothes showed off.

For a minute, Rick just stood there, looking down at the terrified little men. Then his brilliant green eyes locked onto Trevor. Determined not to flinch, despite the wave of fear that rushed over him, Trevor stood still as the huge hand descended. Even as the thick fingers grabbed him, he kept still.

The feeling of hurtling upwards at a tremendous speed started to shake Trevor's nerve. He had never been very good at heights.

The movement stopped and Rick opened his fist. Despite Trevor's determination not to show this monster fear, he couldn't help but flinch at how close he was to Rick's face. It was so big it filled his entire view, and those man-sized eyes were examining him like a child would a new toy. When Rick brought his other hand in, index finger extended, Trevor had to shut his eyes tight. They flew open again, though, when the tip of it pushed into his stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs. The nail on the finger was almost half as tall as he was. Rick prodded and pushed the little body builder, rolling him over, lifting his arms and legs, and generally giving Trevor a thorough examination.

At last, apparently satisfied with what he saw, Rick stopped poking, and even moved Trevor further away from his face.

Despite Rick's attempt to keep his voice low, it still nearly split Trevor's head open, and he had to really concentrate to understand what the man said. "You don't even remember me, do you shithead?" he paused. "A couple of months ago, you pushed me off a machine at the gym. Just because you were bigger than me." A grin suddenly split the building sized face, "Well, I fixed that problem pretty well, don't you think?" Trevor nodded, scared.

"Well, guess what. We're going to be making a little trip back to the gym today, just you and me. But first we're gonna have some fun."

The earlier feeling of upward motion was reversed as Rick plunged his hand downwards. Trevor tumbled free of the hand, spilling onto the carpet. Deep vibrations rocked the floor as Rick stepped back, then sat down on the floor, seemingly miles away.

Trevor dropped to his stomach as some huge thing rushed over his head. When he looked up, he saw it was the same pair of massive Nike's that the giant had been wearing yesterday. Rick's right foot slammed down, just to the side of Trevor.

The tiny body builder started to shiver as he compared himself to the size of the giant foot. Even with his arms stretched above his head, he would be lucky to reach above the top of the toes. The booming voice resumed, clearer now that it wasn't so close, "Take 'em off."

For a moment Trevor was confused. What did he mean? Take what off? His clothes? His shoes? What? Then he saw where Rick was looking, and he understood. The giant didn’t want him to remove his own clothes, he wanted him to remove the massive pair of Nike's! There was no possible way he could do that! They were bigger than his entire apartment building!

He looked back towards Rick, to try and convey how impossible that task was going to be. He found himself looking at a weird gun, pointed at him. There was a flash, and a disorienting, rushing feeling, that quickly faded. When he looked up, he realised he was bigger! Not much bigger, but it was a start. He was probably about 10 centimetres tall now.

Rick motioned with the gun towards his shoe, indicating that his orders still stood.

As Trevor took a couple of steps towards the foot, he started to smell it. A combination of sweat, foot odour, and dirt. As he got closer to the shoe, the more powerful the smell became, until it was almost overpowering. It was also a little intoxicating.

Taking a moment to assess his task, Trevor finally pulled himself onto the toe of the tight shoe. He could feel a slight warmth, radiating from the hot foot inside the shoe. Staying on his hands and knees, Trevor climbed up the laces until he was at the knot. The laces were like the ropes used to tie ships up at the docks, and incredibly heavy. He had to grip them in both hands, and strain his muscles, trying to loosen the knot. At least it was only a single knot, and not a double.

After five minutes of exertion, Trevor finally had the knot undone. Rick admired the way the sweat on the little man's body was picking out his muscled frame. As the little man started to loosen up the laces, Rick felt his dick stir into life, and he started to rub it through the material.

Finally Trevor had the laces loosened to the point where he thought the giant could just slip his foot out. Instead, the man shook his foot slightly, toppling Trevor back onto the carpet. When he got to his feet again, he saw that Rick was holding his leg out straight, with his foot about an inch (or a foot, depending on who was doing the measuring) above the ground. Clearly he was expected to do all the work.

Walking around till he was against the sole of the heel, Trevor wrapped his arms around the shoe, getting a good grip, then he pulled. It was tough going, one of the hardest work outs he had ever had, but eventually the heel was free. Without warning, Rick turned his foot onto its' side. Trevor had still had a firm grip on the heel, and he was spun around with the shoe and sent flying.

Cursing under his breath, he again got to his feet and approached the Nike. Pushing and pulling, he managed to get the shoe about half way off. Then momentum took over as the shoe started to overbalance.

Trevor couldn't get out of the way fast enough, and the shoe fell right on top of him, knocking the wind out of him. It felt like a truck had been dumped on him, and he strained to lift it off. He eventually managed to wriggle out from under it.

Trevor looked up to Rick, "bastard" he muttered under his breath. With a sigh, he saw Rick indicate the other foot.

After another fifteen minutes, Rick was clad in just the white sports socks, which an exhausted, six-inch body builder collapsed between. Rick let him catch his breath, then indicated the socks, "you're not finished yet," he smiled nastily.

Pulling himself to his feet, Trevor approached the left ankle. If he had thought the smell of shoe was bad, this was much worse. Deciding that his best approach lay in rolling the sock down, Trevor commenced work. The actual foot part of the sock was slightly damp from the giants sweat, and it reeked. Trevor nearly gagged at the smell. Getting the sock off meant that Trevor had to come in frequent contact with the hot, sweaty foot. His job was made more difficult when he did that, since it must have tickled the giant, who curled up his foot.

At last the sock was off, and the process was repeated on the other foot.

"Very good, peewee. But now I think I need a massage, get to it."

With a resigned sigh, Trevor approached the right foot. The damp, smelly thing was over twice as big as him, how was he supposed to do this? His question was answered for him as Rick nudged him with his toes. He fell onto his back and didn't get a chance to move before a shadow fell on him. The ball of Rick's foot came down on him. Rick must have thought he was being tender, but to Trevor, it felt like he had stepped in front of a bus.

Then the situation got worse. Rick started to run his foot back and forwards, over the little man. Trevor's head and feet stuck out on either side of Rick's foot, and the giant watched Trevor closely as he was rolled about under his foot.

The feeling was incredibly erotic and Rick pulled his hard cock out of his pants, rubbing it in time to his foot motions. He swapped feet, keeping the rolling going. As he started to get more excited, he stopped the rolling, just pinning Trevor under his foot.

Just the slight feeling of Trevor squirming was getting Rick hotter and he really started to pound away. The look of horror that came over Trevor when he saw what his tormentor was doing, pushed Rick over the edge. As the first spurt burst forth, he barely heard the scream of pain from under his foot. He had instinctively pressed down harder.

When the last drop escaped from his dick, he removed his foot. He could see Trevor gasping for air and clutching his chest, so he was still alive.

Leaving Trevor where he was, Rick stood up and cleaned himself off. When he was finished, he stepped over to Trevor, "You OK?" he boomed.

For a moment, Trevor nearly said no. It would be so easy to fake a broken rib. But then he reconsidered. If he was hurt too badly, would the giant have any use for him? He was all to aware of what those feet could do to him if the giant didn't want him any more.

He nodded, knowing that there was no way the giant could hear him from up there.

"Good, 'cause I'm ready for the gym now."

Rick plucked the socks and shoes from the floor and stepped over to the bed. He sat down and pulled them on. Then he looked at Trevor. "You're too big," he said, then shot that damned gun at him again.

When the disorientation faded, Trevor saw he was even smaller than before! Comparing himself to the carpet pile, he was about half the size he had been earlier. That made him only 1 centimetre tall.

Trevor couldn't make out Rick's face, it was so far above him now, but he did see the hand descending. Terrified he was about to be squashed, he tried to dodge the thumb and forefinger, but they easily caught him. He was only lifted a short way, towards Rick's left leg. He saw Rick holding the top of the sock open with his other hand, then he was dropped inside.

He dropped about 5 feet, then the material snapped into him, pressing him up against an enormous ankle bone. A sickening lurch made him want to throw up, Rick was walking.

The elastic material of the socks was making it difficult to breath and the motion of Rick's stride kept making him want to throw up. After a while, the motion stopped and Trevor could hear muffled voices.

He managed to get his hands in front of his body and forced his fingers through the tight weave of material, making a hole to see through.

They were in the City Gym, where he normally worked out. He could see vague shapes of other monstrously sized men, moving around and working out. The only was he even knew where he was was because of a sign on a wall.

For over an hour, Rick worked out, moving from machine to machine, then he headed towards the change rooms. Rick plucked Trevor out of his sock, and sat him on a bench, making sure there were no other men around, then he stripped off. Being careful not to think about what he was doing, in case he got a hardon, he picked Rick up again. For a moment, he held the diminutive man up to his face, grinned wickedly, then crouched down. He placed Trevor between his two biggest toes on his right foot, then clenched them, so he wouldn't fall out. Then he headed towards the showers.

As Rick took each step, Trevor thought he was going to be crushed. The giant toes squeezed tighter, and he had to time his breathing to coincide with the steps. The pain was such that he barely noticed the smell of sweat pouring from the feet, or the toe jam what was coating him, or the wetness of the sweat.

When Rick stepped under a shower, Trevor was faced with a new problem. There was nearly a centimetre of water on the floor. Luckily Trevor's feet weren't touching the ground, so his head was above that. The real problem was the torrent of water cascading off Rick's body. It was like being caught in a flash flood and he could barely breathe. Rick seemed oblivious.

There were three other men in the showers, all of them large men (two of them in more than one sense of the word), and Rick made sure he was near them. He started to scrub himself with the soap.

Being careful to conceal his movements from the other men, he plucked a half drowned Trevor from between his toes. With the index finger of his other hand, he poked a hole in the soft cake of soap. Then he placed Trevor in it, feet first. It was a simple matter of squeezing the soap in the right places to make it close up about the little body until just the head was showing.

The man nearest to Rick was a huge man. Muscles bulged everywhere on his hairless body, with massive shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and tight, tight buttocks. Rick had seem him working out with Trevor before, and had a very similar, arrogant attitude. How appropriate, thought Rick. When the man placed his cake of soap on the shelf, and turned to talk to one of the others, Rick swapped the two cakes over, leaving Trevor's head poking free.

Then he left the shower.

* * * * *

Trevor hadn’t stopped screaming from the moment the soap had been put down. It was no use. Even if the roar of the water hadn't been so loud, it was doubtful anyone would hear him. He struggled against the soap prison, but that too was fruitless.

A massive hand reached towards him, thick, muscled fingers wrapping around the soap. A palm pressed against his head, pushing him in a little more. The giant bodybuilder, Matt, started washing his body, running the soap over his huge pecs and abs. Then the soap slipped free of his hand for a second. He juggled it for a moment, then continued his washing.

The huge palm that had been pressing against Trevor disappeared. Then something else took it's place - skin. As the soap was rubbed over the giants body, Trevor's head was nearly ripped off. The motion was starting to loosen the prison's hold on his body though, until finally, as Matt was washing his shoulders, Trevor was ripped free.

The little man tried desperately to get a grip on the slick skin, but the soap, water, and lack of hair, made his task impossible, he slipped slowly over the giants shoulder, and down his back. As he moved across a shoulder blade, he found himself being directed inwards, the water channelling down a massive spine.

With the increase in water, his speed picked up. Below him, two massive mounds came into view, with a chasm between them. With a scream, Trevor was washed into the giant bodybuilders crack. For a moment he became wedged between the two buttocks, then they pulled apart slightly as Matt bent over to wash his legs. Just as Trevor started to pass over Matt's puckered ring, the giant stood back up, and the butt cheeks closed again, trapping Trevor against his arsehole. Only a trickle of water passed over him now, but his mind was occupied by something else.

For a moment Trevor though he was going to be sucked inside Matt's arse as the muscled tightened momentarily, but then several things happened at once. Light flooded in again as Matt started on the other leg, there was a roar of noise from Matt's arse as he farted, blowing Trevor away from the hole, and a torrent of water poured into the crack, washing Trevor away.

The sliding journey started again as Trevor slid down Matt's inner thigh, still grasping for handholds. He slid over the knee, then the bulging calves and ankle before dropping off the foot onto the floor.

Trevor had only a moment to look up at the massive man towering above him, before the water washed him away. He struggled against the current, but it was no good, he was too exhausted.

He heard the drain before he saw it. A loud roaring, reminiscent of the time he had visited Niagara falls. Trevor made a superhuman effort as he was washed over the edge, and managed to grab hold of the grill over the drain. Using the last of his energy, he pulled himself into the centre and held on for dear life. At least the rush of water wasn't so bad in the middle.

Gasping for breath, he never saw Matt step towards the drain. He didn't see the massive eyes lock onto his tiny figure. Nor did he know that the thought that passed through Matt's mind was "bug!".

As Matt raised his foot over the drain, pure chance caused Trevor to look up. Just in time to see a heel, the size of a house, descending towards him. He didn't even bother to scream as Matt stepped on him.

The body builder ground his heel into the drain cover, making sure the insect was good and mashed. He scraped his foot clean, gave it a brief wash, then stepped out of the shower.

Part 4

When the little men woke next time, they found that the giant had visited them. A virtual smorgasbord of food greeted them. A table had been lowered into the central room, covered in a variety of cold meat dishes, vegetables and fruit. Ross was waiting for the others.

At first, Ross couldn't look at the other men. His humiliation at the hands of the giant was still too fresh in his mind. But the other captives offered silent condolence, giving him strength just from their presence.

Ross explained that Rick had returned during the middle of the night and lifted him free of the cell he had been placed in. The giant had carried him into the bathroom and partially filled the basin with water. He had been left there with the instruction to clean himself off. By the time he had finished, Rick had already placed the food in the terrarium.

Ross then added his gloomy conjecture that the giant was keeping them well fed so that they would last longer. The tasty food lost its appeal at that.

But the men were too hungry to refuse to eat. Pitchers of cool water had also been provided and the men left nothing of the feast.

Shortly after they had finished eating, the now familiarly dreaded vibrations returned. This time Rick didn't bother turning off the lights, he simply removed the cover and stared down at the remaining men. The men had discussed what they would do when Rick returned. He obviously got off on their fear and reaction to his giant presence, so they had decided that they would ignore him.

The strain of pretending the giant was not there, and continuing their conversation was enormous. But they stuck to their guns, talking about trivial things.

For a moment, Rick just stared at the little men. It didn't take him long to work out their strategy. Rather than annoying him, it amused him. After all, it was a tiny bit of defiance from tiny men. Not that it could go unpunished of course.

Placing one foot against the terrarium wall, Rick gave a good hard push, moving the glass prison half a foot in a sudden lurch.

The tiny men were jolted from their positions, sent tumbling about the room. Walls vibrated and the table was overturned. Luke was struck a glancing blow from a flying chair.

"I told you little shits that you have no rights, remember. I didn’t think I needed to tell you that that included the right of defiance." The terrified expressions on their little faces pleased him. "If you dare defy me again, I'll do a lot more than just kick this place. Am I understood?" When there was no response from the men, Rick nudged the prison again, just slightly, and raised his voice, "I said, 'Am I understood?'"

A variety of rapidly nodding heads and yelled confirmations greeted him this time.

"Now, I'm in the mood for a little fun. Who wants to help me out?" The little men froze, none of them wanted to volunteer, but they weren't sure if Rick actually expected a response. Peter started to raise his arm, but Rick wasn't looking at him, instead, he was staring at Michael.

As the massive hand started to descend, none of the men dared move. Michael went rigid as the thick fingers wrapped around his slender body and plucked him from the floor. With his other hand, Rick replaced the cover on the terrarium and stepped away.

* * * * *

They didn’t go far, only over to the bed. Rick dropped Michael into the middle of the vast field and stood over him, letting the fear of what might be coming take a firm hold. "Now then, what should I do with you?"

Michael laughed nervously and yelled back, "You could always let me go." Then he cringed, expecting to be punished.

Rick laughed, "And of course if I let you go, you'd promise not to tell anyone about what I can do." He laughed again. Then he stopped and glared down at his tiny captive. "Just how fucking stupid do you think I am? None of you are ever leaving here. You live only because I want you to. Don’t forget it!" Rick stabbed down with his index finger with that last, stopping just short of Michael, but more effectively conveying the message than anything he had said.

"Now then, what shall I do with you?" Rick mused, holding his chin and tapping it with one long finger. Michael could tell from the gleam in the giants' eyes that the question was purely hypothetical, Rick had already made up his mind what would happen to this tiny captive.

Michael could already see Rick's dick pressing against the thin material of the shorts he was wearing. When Rick's right hand grabbed hold of the elastic waist, and pulled both shorts and underwear down in one swift move, the semi-hard penis stood out to attention. The thin T-shirt was ripped free, leaving Rick totally naked.

Rick turned his back on Michael, letting the little man get a good look at his tight arse. For good measure, he flexed first one buttock, then the other, before flexing both together. Then he started to sit down.

Michael had to run as Rick slowly lowered himself onto the bed. He threw himself flat, only just avoiding being squashed. Before he could get to his feet, he felt thick fingers wrap around him and he was lifted slightly.

Rick swung his legs up onto the bed and lay full length along it. Holding Michael in his left hand, above his chest, he opened the hand, cupping the inch tall man, and slowly massaged his balls with his right. He just looked at the little man, letting the captive's own thoughts terrify him. He could feel the man shivering in fear as his imagination ran rampant.

Letting go of himself, he picked the shrinking ray off the bedside table and aimed it at Michael. With a wicked grin, he fired.

Rick let the four inch tall man fall onto his chest. It took Michael a moment to realise that he wasn't smaller, as he had feared, but was actually bigger. A finger poked him in the chest, rolling him several feet. As he stumbled to his feet, the finger prodded him again, making him move onto the flat stomach. When he saw where he was headed, Michael tried to escape, but Rick simply placed his hands in the way, occasionally prodding him in the right direction.

When his tiny feet finally tangled in pubic hair, Michael tripped, falling across the warm shaft. At his touch, blood rushed into Rick's penis, making it harden more. Michael quickly pushed himself to his feet, standing knee deep in wiry hairs.

As Michael tried to reconcile himself with what he was apparently supposed to do, Rick poked him with his finger again. Michael stumbled and fell. For a moment, he managed to grab hold of some hairs, but the he lost his grip and stumbled into the deep ravine between Rick's legs.

The wind was knocked out of Michael as he hit the bed. He looked up. On either side of him were mountainous thighs. Well muscled and hard. In front of his was open space, bordered on either side by Rick's enormous legs. Which meant that behind him….

Michael slowly turned around, coming face to scrotum with his worst nightmare. A shadow fell across him and he felt Rick's hand push him forward, mashing his face into the massive ball sac.

After a moment or two, Rick exerted a little downward pressure on Michael, forcing him to his knees. Then he pushed him inwards a little, so he was up against his crack. Removing his hand, he quickly pushed his legs together, trapping Michael in the small space that remained.

He could feel Michael squirming. There really wasn't enough space in there for him. The movement caused his dick to harden even more. He had a thought that made him laugh. Why not give the little fella something to really squirm about!

As Rick let out a long, slow fart, he felt the thrashing between his legs intensify. He could feel what he thought were fists, hammering against his left thigh. He could imagine the little man begging to be released as he choked on the noxious fumes.

After a while, Michael realised that he was not going to be released, simply because he wanted to be, so he stopped struggling. Not long after he stopped, Rick spread his legs slightly. It let fresh air in, but Michael could not climb out. Not that that stopped Michael from trying.

There was no way out by going up, but there was a long tunnel that stretched away, between and beneath the massive legs. Squirming about, knowing that Rick could stop him at any time, Michael managed to get himself laying flat out on his stomach and crawling slowly along the tunnel.

At one stage, Rick, feeling playful, pushed his legs together again, trapping the little man. Michael fought with panic as he felt the weight on him increase. Then Rick moved his legs fully apart.

Finding himself suddenly exposed, in the middle of the bed, Michael froze. He turned around to see Rick watching him.

For a moment, there was a stand off, then Rick sat up, reaching forward. Michael braced himself as the hand wrapped around him, sealing him inside the massive fist. When it opened again, he found himself staring straight into a puckered ring of flesh.

Horrified, Michael tried to jump free, but a thumb descended, trapping him beneath it and pressing him back into the palm.

Rick was still lying on his back, but his feet were thrown up, above his head, so that his ring was presented to the sky.

Michael overturned his hand, and let go of the thumb. Michael fell onto the ring, his arm and hand striking the middle of it. His hand sunk in up to the middle of his forearm. He quickly pulled it free and tried to scramble away, but the hand was back. A finger pushed against his back, pushing him downwards, until he was lying right across Rick's hole. As Rick flexed his muscle, Michael could feel the ring contracting and releasing, against his chest. It was like a hungry animal, trying to suck him in.

Michael struggled for all he was worth, he was determined not to be put inside Rick. He couldn’t see it, but the feeling of his little arms and legs, impacting with the sensitive area around Rick's arse was causing him to become erect.

Rick was in ecstasy. He let the struggles continue for a minute or two, then he shifted the position of the little man, so his face was buried in the base of his scrotum, and his legs and feet were directly over the hole. Pinching the feet together, Rick used a finger to push the feet just inside the tight muscle. He groaned slightly at the feeling. Michael had not given up his struggles for even a second, increasing Rick's pleasure tenfold.

After 30 seconds or so, Rick pushed Michael in, up to the knees. This meant that Michael flipped up into a standing position. With the tiny legs firmly held, Rick readjusted his grip into a fist. Taking a good hold, Rick rotated Michael, driving him further in as he did, screwing him in. By the time Michael had done a full 360 degree turn, he was embedded in Rick up to the top of his thighs.

The little legs continued to kick inside the giant rectum. Already Rick was close to climaxing. Michael was yelling now. His tiny shouts could only just be heard, but Rick couldn't make out what was being said. Nor did he really care.

Rick let go of Michael and the little man immediately braced his hands on either side and tried to lever himself out. At first he could make no headway, the muscles held him too tightly, then he slowly started to pull free.

Rick allowed the tiny sex toy to pull himself out to the knees, then he wrapped his hand around him again, and with one quick shove, had him back in to the same depth as before. Michaels dick had become hard, despite him, and it was resting right on the edge of the muscle, on a fold in the skin. When Rick contracted his muscles, the skin bunched up, clamping around the tiny balls and dick. Michael screamed in agony as his testes were squeezed. The pressure abated for a moment, as Rick shoved Michael further in. His arms had been pinned to his sides, and he slid in to the elbows before Rick let him go again.

This time Michael could not pull himself free at all. He had no leverage and was stuck firm. He wriggled and thrashed for all he was worth. He didn't notice the hand approaching him again. He felt a heavy thumb press against the top of his head, then there was pressure. Michael slid inside completely, followed by the thumb, that slid in, up to the first knuckle. As Rick withdrew his digit, there was an audible 'pop' as the sphincter muscle snapped shut.

Now Michael's fighting really picked up a gear. He was panicking and kicking and punching.

With both hands free now, Rick grabbed his raging hard on and started pumping. It took virtually no effort at all before it was vomiting up huge amounts of cum, splattering on his stomach.

At the first explosion, Rick's entire body tensed and clenched. Michael felt his world tighten about him. For a moment he resisted the pressure, then it lurched inward again.

As the last couple of spurts of cum splattered onto his stomach, Rick became aware of a warm, wet sensation, between his legs. When he looked down, he saw a dribble of blood oozing out of his arse.

Cursing, he grabbed a cloth before it stained the sheets.

There was no need to check to see if Michael was dead. There was no movement inside him now, and even if the pressure hadn't crushed him like an egg shell, he had been too long without oxygen.

Shrugging his shoulders, Rick headed towards the bathroom, in preparation for expelling the broken body. After all, he still had another four men to play with. And he still had the gun. If he ran out of little men, he would simply go and get some more….

Part 5

Rick thought carefully about what he would do with Peter. The little, inch tall man was sitting nervously in the palm of his hand as he looked at him thoughtfully. Peter had never done anything to upset or offend Rick, he had just been plain cute. From the moment he had seen him, Rick had imagined having him as a little sex toy to play with. He had an undefinable quality that appealed to Rick.

He didn’t want to hurt Peter, much less kill him. He figured that Peter would make much too good a slave for that to happen to him. Still, if the play got too rough, and Peter was hurt or killed, that was just too bad. Sometimes Rick worried that he was becoming too cavalier with his feelings towards the tiny men, but he reasoned that they were no longer men at all, rather they were a type of life alien to the world around them. The fact that he could restore their humanity to them was conveniently ignored.

Rick let Peter sit in his hand for another couple of minutes until he thought of what he could do with him. Grabbing the shrinking ray, Rick sat Peter on the bed and stood up. Pulling his clothes off, Rick adjusted the settings and turned the gun on himself. Rather, he turned the gun on part of himself.

He couldn’t help but shudder as his penis dwindled away. The thought crossed his mind of how humilating it would be if something happened and he couldn’t return it to its normal size. Almost he reversed the procedure, but then he steeled himself and put the gun down.

Peter had been watching in confused horror. What was Rick doing? He couldn’t even see the giants dick now, it had disappeared beneath the curly brown pubic hairs.

Rick sat back down on the bed, grabbing Peter up as he did so. He then reclined and sat Peter on his hard abdominals. "Find it and suck it," ordered Peter, emphasising his demand by pushing the little man towards his groin.

Hesitantly, Peter approached the mass of curly hair. It was like trying to force his way through a bramble patch, minus the thorns. The hairs came up to above his waist. He found pushing through them hard work and quickly became hot and sweaty.

The world underneath him lurched and a howl of pain roared out as he stepped on something soft and squishy. He fell to his knees just as a shadow fell across him. He was knocked flat as Rick’s hand clutched his groin. It didn’t take much detective work to realise that Peter had found Rick’s dick.

When Rick removed his hand, Peter poked his head above the tangle of hair and looked about, terrified he was about to get swatted.

He met Rick’s gaze, he had the good grace to look embarassed, "try to be a little more careful, ok?"

Peter couldn’t understand why he felt himself blushing.

On his hands and knees in the thick bush, he felt around until he found it again. Rick had reduced his cock down till it was only seven inches tall to Peter. The scrotum and testes had shrunk as well. They looked out of place in the expanse of white skin.

Peter reached out and touched them and the shaft twitched, starting to swell. Hesitantly, he grabbed the thick shaft and lowered his face to it. He had never sucked another guy, and had to think back to when he his girlfriend had sucked his. She had only been prepared to do it once despite the pleasure ithad bought Peter. He tried to remember what had pleased him. For he had no doubts in his mind, he had to please his giant master.

Closing his eyes, he stuck his tongue out and let it lick the tip of the seven inch hardon. It tasted strange, not at all like he thought it would. He had thought the taste would have repulsed him, from his girlfriends reaction, but this just tasted like man. Opening his eyes a crack, he started to lick the length of the shaft, letting his tongue flicker across the surface, lightly, teasing.

To say he was distracted, was to severly underestimate the situation. As Peter really started to work his tongue over the length of meat, he could hear the deep rumbles of satisfaction from Rick. That alone would have been offputting, so deep and loud were they, but Rick squirmed as well. The giant plateau of hips moved beneath Peter as he pleasured Rick. He had to constantly fight to keep his balance, even kneeling on all fours as he was.

Taking a breath to steady himself, Peter opened his mouth wide and slowly fitted it over the head of Rick's cock. He took four inches in his mouth and started to suck, continuing to run his tongue over the head. He tasted something salty and realised that it was precum. He gagged and had to spit the cock out of his mouth, spitting into the forest of tangled hairs.

When a shadow of a giant hand fell across him, he stopped spitting and immediately took five inches back into his mouth. The hand receeded. Crying at the salty taste in his mouth, but knowing that he couldn’t stop, Peter recalled everything his girl friend had done, then started to experiment. Trying things that he thought he would have liked.

That seemed to go down well as the groaning intensified and so did the movement beneath him. At one stage, he tried to take the whole shaft, but it was just too long and it nearly choked him. Being inexperienced with other guys genitals, Peter didn’t realise what was about to happen until it was too late.

The cock swelled in his mouth even more and the balls retracted. The slight taste of salt in his mouth was nothing compared to the hot cum that exploded into it now. He swallowed out of reflex the first spurt and the second was consumed as well before Peter thought to open his mouth and let go. The third shot filled his mouth as he withdrew and the fourth splattered across his face. The others hit him in the chest.

Peter's first reaction was to spit the cum in his mouth out, but then he stopped. It wasn't exactly unpleasant he decided. In fact, he found it was only his instinct that made him want to spit it out. Instead, he did what he really wanted to do and swallowed his masters juice. He wiped his chest and face and then licked his hands, savouring the taste.

Rick sighed in satisfaction, thouroughly sated by his little slave. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his sky-blue briefs, pulling them on.

A wave of blue swept over Peter's head as Rick pulled on his underwear. The world under him tilted as Rick stood up, but he grabbed some thick hairs around him and held on. His masters cock was right in front of his face as darkness arrived in the form of suit pants being pulled on. Peter found he didn't need to hold on, the hairs held him place quite securely.

As Rick left the apartment to go to work, he smiled as his cock began to inflate again to Peter's ministrations. He came into his little man's mouth again as he sat on the train. One or two people gave him curious looks at the huge smile on his face.

During a meeting at work, he was forced to grab his crotch under the desk to still the little man while he gave a presentation. Having his cock sucked while he talked to his manager was simply too distracting. If anyone had asked him what the next two speakers had talked about, he couldn't have told them, even though it had seemed he was really enjoying their speeches.

As he smiled to himself on the train home, he realised he couldn't remember a time when he had come seven times in one day. Oops, eight now. He'd certainly have to remember this trick, it could come in handy the next time he was forced to endure lunch with his family.

To be continued...