Hero Worship

By bg
 

Grad school is really expensive and the only way that I could afford to stay at college was by becoming a damn RA.
I was lucky in one respect, though, since I was the oldest and had already been teaching on campus, I got my choice of assignments. Our university owns a couple houses that they use as overflow dorms. It's a total lottery and anyone can get the rooms. I chose one of the houses. There are eight other guys staying at the house, even three freshman. Now with a set-up like this, this could have been a hell house, but I really made the guys hang out, talk to each other, find out their commonalities and it's worked. Everyone came together pretty good. They may not all be best friends, but they tolerate each other, hang out and make sure to include everyone.
At winter break, everyone except me (who couldn't afford it) and one freshman (who also couldn't afford it) were going home. People started heading out Friday night and by Saturday afternoon, the house was really quiet. The my only roommate for the next two and a half weeks was Justin. Justin was pretty quiet, and could have been our loner. He ran track, but that's about it athletic-wise. He was pretty non-descipt over all, black hair, about 5'7', came from Texas and it had been just him and his mom since he was 7. Now at 18 (and 1/2, he keeps telling everyone), college is going OK. We even talked about it over dinner.
'You don't understand, Tim. I was no one in high school, everyone ignored me, even my teammates. We moved all the time and I never got to make real friends with anyone, this has been great.'
It was good to hear, so often you don't know if you're really making a difference.
That night, I was heading to brush my teeth when Justin called me.
'Tim?' he called, 'Can you come here for a minute?'
I walked into the room he shared with one other freshman. Rick had cleaned up pretty good, but some of his stuff was scattered on the far side of the room.
'What's up?' I asked.
'Come over here,' he said. He was sitting up in bed, clad in a t-shirt and flannel bottoms. I walked over and he put his book down.
'I wanted to thank you again for making this OK,' he said, looking up at me.
'No problem,' I said and turned to leave. He grabbed my arm.
'Wait,' he said, 'I need your help, I...I want you to stay here tonight.'
I knew it. I heard it from all the other RA's. One kid is going to look up to you so much, hero worship you, that he doesn't think he can do anything without you.
'That's OK,' I said.
'I WANT you to stay here,' he said and his eyes flashed. I couldn't move anything except my eyes. Justin stared at me and the hand on my arm got bigger and bigger. He was shrinking me! Now my clothes started to feel huge on me. He let go and I continued to shrink. Now I was looking up at him. I had only had sweatpants on and they fell off. I couldn't even move to cover myself. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and I realized I came up to about his knee! He stood up walked out of the range of my vision, but I heard the door close. As I heard Justin's steps get closer, I realized I could move. I screamed as I saw him approach, looming dozens of feet over me. I backed up against the wall and tried to cover myself at the same time. I kept trying to back up from the huge form of Justin.
'It's OK,' he said, 'Stay there,' I know he was trying to sound non-threatening, but a 30' 18 year old is not something I wanted to get near. I scraped against the wall and found myself in the corner. Justin walked over towards me. I had to look up to see anything above his legs.
'Tim, listen. I don't want to be alone, just stay here for tonight,' he said. Was he really giving me a choice?
'No!' I yelled.
His eyes narrowed at that.
'Why not? Did you just help me to impress the other guys?'
'Of course not, but it doesn't mean I want to stay here!'
'Fine, then you just lost your choice. The guys won't be back for two weeks and you can stay like this for two weeks and prove to me you'll help me without the other guys around to see all the great work you're doing.' he said.
TWO WEEKS! TWO WEEKS the size of a doll!
'Here,' he said and took off his t-shirt.
'No!' I yelled, but he was just holding it out to me. I 6'2' and Justin's t-shirt was quite a bit smaller than one of mine. I took it and Justin laughed as I tried to maneuver the arm and head holes. It was still miles too big for me, looking more like a muumuu for someone three times, but I felt a little better now that some of me was covered.
Justin looked down at me and I forced myself to look up into his face. He didn't look mad, just determined.
'Now,' he said, 'You're going to stay with me tonight.' What choice did I have. The guys didn't have phones in their rooms, and even if I got someone's attention or got out of the house, no one but Justin could grow me back to normal. I would have to try to convince him that I'd still give him attention even if he wasn't five times my size. I was going to have to listen to this huge freshman for the next two weeks, doing whatever he wanted.
He backed up and sat on his bed.
'Come here,' he said, that look of determination still on his face. I hesitated for a few seconds, but then began to walk towards him, the reality of my situation growing as he grew in my vision. I had to hike his t-shirt up as I walked, but soon I was standing next to his bed again.
He brought both hands towards me. He was going to pick me up! As soon as one of his hands touched my side I started to squirm. His fingers were like huge tubes across my back. He put his hands under my arms and lifted. Soon I was standing on his bed. He let me go and scooted back and swung his feet past me and down to the right end of the bed. He lay down and patted the space next to him. I reluctantly walked over and sat down next to the pillow, his bare chest sitting next to me like a stage. He smiled, turned me around with one hand and pushed my head onto the pillow. He then turned on his side towards me and grinned as I recoiled. He reached over me and turned off the lamp. The light from my room and the hall still came through under the door and I could hear him chuckle as he lay back down again.
'It's gonna be a great two weeks,' he said.

I stayed as still as I could as Justin settled himself. Justin only had a twin bed, so there wasn't all that much room for me to begin with, even at my reduced size. This was totally surreal. A freshman who one minute was thanking me for helping him so much for helping him to adjust to school shrunk me because he only thinks I did it because I was trying to impress the other guys? Now I have to prove that I'll help him and pay attention even when the other guys aren't around. If that wasn't bad enough, he put me in bed with him and expects me to stay there.
Maybe once he drops off, I can get back to my room, I thought. I tried to close my eyes without trying to fall asleep. Maybe Justin just wanted me to be with him, but not to....no, I couldn't even begin to think about what he could do to me at this size.
I tried to listen to Justin's breathing to see if I could tell when he was asleep, but every little movement of his distracted me, made me think that he was reaching for me.
I couldn't tell you how long it was, it could have been 10 minutes, it could have been 2 hours later, Justin fell asleep. I opened my eyes and looked over at him, his face just turned toward me slightly, but five times bigger than normal. I knew that I would have to wait a while before I tried to move, but not too long. I couldn't see Justin's clock since his body was blocking my view, but I gave myself something to hope for. I tried a count of 300, five minutes, would be all right. I hadn't even gotten over 100 when Justin moved. He was still sleeping, I could tell that from his face, but he turned just slightly on his side and his left hand landed on my chest.
I almost screamed when it came down on me, pushing some air out with its force. His hand was bigger than my entire chest, his middle finger wound up with its tip along the side of my neck. I groaned, now what could I do? Until he moved his hand, I was stuck. I could only hope that this was the only contact I'd have with him during the night.
Of course, that wasn't to be. Some time later, Justin fully turned on his side, but either moved closer to me or moved me closer to him, I couldn't tell which in my panic. Now, my face was pressed up against the side of his chest and his hand was still on me. His breathing pushed his chest against me again and again, his breath washed down over me. I felt like he was taking ownership of me by his insistent presence on me and next to me.
I couldn't help myself, I picked up my own hands and put them on his hand, hoping to push it away. I really didn't want to touch it, but I just wanted to be left alone. I managed to move it slightly, but I moved it down instead of away. That would have been all right, but Justin went to move it back again and it wound up between my legs. He kept moving his hand around in his sleep, it was trying to find a way into the t-shirt that he had given me, which served more like a sheet with four holes in it to me.
His hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, kept trying to move forward. Soon, I would have given anything for it to be on my chest again. It was now moving up and down over my crotch.
'No,' I whispered as my erection started to grow. This was ridiculous! How could I be getting a boner at a time like this? His hand kept it up, however. I closed my eyes, tried to think of something else, but now the huge hand had found its way into the t-shirt and its bare skin was rubbing against mine.
What could I do? If I moved away from it, Justin would wake up and do who knows what. If I let him continue his huge hand job then what? Would he make me reciprocate?
No matter what I did, what I thought about, my erection continued to build. I could feel the whorls on his fingertips rubbing against me. No! Finally I couldn't take it any more and exploded all over myself and his huge hand. He didn't seem to know that anything was going on, but when I arched my back and came back down, his hand fell back against his side rather than on me, but it was still wrapped in the shirt and that pulled me on my side against him.
This was going to be a long night.

To be continued…