The Ron Chronicles

These short stories were originally published in alt.sex.fetish.size, and
many were crossposted to alt.sex.stories.  This is a compilation in the
chronological order internal to the stories themselves -- not in the order
they were written.  They have been editied to improve spelling, grammar,
and description, but nothing in the plot or characters has been altered
since they were first published.

This file is updated by the author each time a new story is written, and
can be found in the alt.sex.fetish.size archive on ftp.casti.com.  All
stories are by an159423@anon.penet.fi unless otherwise noted.

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CONTENTS:
	Ron & Pat #1
	Ron #1
	Ron & Dean #1
	Pat & Chris #1
	Ron & Dean #2
	Ron & Pat #2
	Ron & Sam #1
	Ron & Dean #3
	Ron & Paul #1
	Ron & Sam #2 [edited; original version by quark999@aol.com]
	Sam & Billy #1 [edited; original version by quark999@aol.com]
	Ron & Dean #4
	Paul #1
	Ron & I #1

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Ron & Pat #1

[ Here is the setup: Our main character, Ron, has met Patrick at their 15th
or 20th high school reunion. Ron is a big guy -- 6 foot 5 -- and was a
bodybuilder in high school and has a blue-collar job in the timber
industry. He lives in the town they graduated from.  Patrick is eleven
inches shorter and quite a bit more cultured.  He moved away after
graduation and they haven't seen each other since.  They weren't really
friends in high school, but Patrick secretly lusted after Ron's body and
used the reunion as an opportunity to get to know him.  The evening
progressed.  They went to dinner and told each other coming out stories.
Lots of laughs later, Ron invited Pat back to his house.  After a short
while longer, the conversation turns to Patrick's hobby.  We join our
characters in action ... ]

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   "Well, I've become something of an alchemist in my free time,"  Patrick
said with a slight smile.  "I've always had an interest in arcana and the
occult.  These last few years have just given me more time to explore 
that than I used to have.  The company offered buyouts to some of the 
long-time employees last year, and I accepted.  I've been doing some part 
time work a little bit along and really enjoying myself."
   "You don't really believe any of that stuff, do you?"  Ron asked.
   "Do I?  Of course!"  Patrick's smile widened.  Lowering his voice, he 
added, "In fact, it has added a lot of variety to my intimate affairs, 
you might say."
   "Really?"  Ron replied.
   "Yes, really.  Although I hadn't expected to run into you tonight, I 
did happen to bring along some samples of what you might call a 'potion' 
for this vacation."
   Ron considered this for a moment.  After an evening of friendly
circling, perhaps the opportunity had arrived to do more.  He was
skeptical about this talk of alchemy, but if it served as a suitable
pickup line, what the heck.  "Well... I might be interested in a little
variety this evening," he said, trying to be subtle -- something he was 
never very good at. 
   At this, Patrick laughed.  "Great!" he said.  He reached into a coat
pocket and tossed Ron a short vial that he found there.  It was filled with
a dark liquid and sealed with wax around the plastic cap.  "Let's try this
one."  He moved closer to Ron on the couch.
   Ron was turning the vial over and over.  It looked like it was filled 
with ink.  Whatever it was, it wasn't much.  He yanked out the cap and 
smelled the vial.  No scent at all.  Patrick nodded.  Ron tipped it back 
and quaffed the entire contents in a single motion.  "That didn't taste 
like anything," he said.
   "Well, no,"  Patrick admitted.  "But, better that than having me pick 
something you wouldn't like."  He returned the vial to a pocket and 
reached over to smooth the rough hair of Ron's beard.
   "I don't feel any different," Ron said, turning on the couch to face 
Patrick more directly.
   "You won't.  Not until we really get your blood pumping," Patrick said,
letting his hand drop from the stiff beard and onto the hard muscled chest
found just below.  He unbuttoned a few middle buttons to allow his hand to
rub the warm, hairy body that could be found underneath.  Ron reached over
to kiss Pat.  After a minute of this heavy petting, Ron was out of his
clothes entirely, and Patrick mostly so. 
   "You know, I've always had a thing for showers -- even in the days 
when you were in my P.E. class.  And it has been a long day.  Let's 
adjourn there for a few."  Pat said.
   "Sounds good to me," Ron said.

                 *                    *                     *

   Ron worked the soap into Patrick's tightened shoulders. Water beating
down on them both, he smoothed Pat's skin, massaging each muscle.  Working
down Pat's back, he released tension he found in each vertibrae.
   Taking the soap from Ron, Pat ran the bar through his own furry chest to
start a foam.  Taking the soap back, Ron continued down Pat's legs, rubbing
them vigorously. Reaching up between his legs, Ron stroked Pat's balls and
the very tip of his sleeping penis playfully.
   Rinsing off, Pat returned the favor.  Starting with Ron's back, Patrick
soaped Ron.  Feeling just a little bit giddy -- like a boy who has just
discovered a secret and forbidden pleasure -- he reached up and under Ron's
thick lumberjack arms and around to his muscular chest and started washing
it too. The thick, curly hair he found there was a warm and familiar memory
of his own hairy body.  Down and around came the soap, leaving its filmy
wake, and he soaped Ron's firm thighs, and reached around to foam Ron's
crotch.  A little more friendly as he did his cleaning, he was impressed
with Ron's hardening cock as it came up. Bending over, he washed Ron's
legs, letting the soap run off them.
   As Patrick stood up and set the soap aside, Ron turned around. 
Wrapping him firmly in a bearhug, Ron leaned over and kissed Patrick
passionately.  His wiry moustache mingled with Pat's own, and his bearded
chin pressed against Pat's smooth and shaved cheeks.  Turning around
slowly -- like a slow dance remembered from high school, they rotated
around, under and through the warm water still kissing and feeling its
firm massage on their skin, and the warmth of their bodies pressed close
together. 
   At last Pat broke away to turn off the water, satisfied that all soap
had been removed from every patch of skin and hair.  Wiping his bushy
eyebrows and then down to his moustache, he shook off the water which had
collected there.  Ron handed him a towel and stepped out onto the bathroom
floor to dry with a towel of his own.
   Patrick admired his bigger friend from the shower, and wondered how many
hours of hard work in the forest had multipled Ron's high school weight
training into this hot hunk of man. Stepping over the tub's rim, the rest
of the evening's excitement was at hand.  He smiled to himself.  Ron led
the way into the bedroom and he followed, flipping his towel up on the
bathroom door as he passed through it.
   Ron sat on the edge of the bed, and Pat came to stand in front of him,
looking down on him for the first time this evening.  A smile played across
his lips as Ron rubbed his bearded face against Patrick's own furry chest.
Ron's big hands reached around to knead Pat's backside as his thick
moustache played over Pat's nipples.  First one, then the other, Ron's warm
lips brought them to attention, poking up out of the hairy tangle that
normally hid them.
   Patrick's cock was as hard as it would get, and the first clear drips
where oozing their way to the surface.  He moved a little closer, to poke
his cock into Ron's own hairy chest.  Ron's hand came around and pressed
the cock into the gentle, sloping valley between and below his pectoral
muscles. 
   Stepping away, Pat climbed up on the bed and layed on his back.  Ron
obligingly edged up and rolled over onto Patrick's inviting pose.
Positioned in the traditional '69' posture, his big hands reached down to
hold Pat's heavy balls -- one in each hand.  His tounge lashed out, quickly
and teasing at first, but then more slowly, to lap at Patrick's hungry
cock.  Without mising a beat, Ron gulped in the whole length of Patrick's
stiff four inches and settled in to give a nice, slow blowjob.
   Patrick ran his hands along the big man's firm stomach, suspended
several inches overhead.  Ron wasn't nearly so hairy as he, but the muscle
tone that showed through was certainly enviable.  Reaching back above his
head, Patrick tilted up to find Ron's own thick cock, stiffening out of
sympathy.  Pat squeezed Ron's balls in one hand, while rubbing up the
length of his hardon in another.  Even Ron's big dick, just less than twice
the size of his own, wasn't long enough to reach to his mouth in this
position.  Pat was just too short for easy 69'ing with a man as tall as Ron
So, he smacked it once or twice on his forehead, just to hear the
satisfying sound and confirm its intense hardness, and then his hands went
to work, pumping -- pumping for the white gold rush which was sure to be
found.
   A few moments after Pat began his work, Ron found himself adjusting his
knees.  As the tension slowly started to build between his legs, he
brought them slightly closer together -- just enough that the hair on his
legs could tickle Patrick's ears.  Ron stopped sucking to come up for a
full breath of air, and to give Pat an opportunity to briefly relax before
the next wave.  Turning Patrick's big balls over in his hands, Ron
returned to business.  Two gulps and he was had again consumed Pat's cock
to its base, and he was hard at work. 
   Pat first noticed something was up when the thumb of his right hand
narrowly missed his nose after coming off a long stroke.  He had noticed
the shift in Ron's belly button and attributed it to his repositioning, but
looking back again, Patrick found that the sensitive tip of Ron's big cock
was within range of his moustache.  Pushing it down with his hand, Patrick
rolled the thick flesh along his moustache, squeezing several drops of
clear fluid out into it -- where he knew it would dry.
   While Ron's cock was pushed up against Patrick's face, Pat could feel
the change starting.  At first, it seemed like Ron was just getting a
little soft -- maybe taking a break.  But a good squeeze quickly ruled that
possibility out.  No, Ron's big cock was getting shorter -- smaller
somehow.  Not a lot, and not quickly, but when he pressed it against the
sensitive skin of his cheek, Pat could feel the imperceptible change.  Pat
stuck out his tounge and was pleased to find the head within range.  His
tounge now attending to Ron's cock, a free hand found its way to the
low-hanging balls at its base.  A squeeze of the warm, hairy sack which
hung there confirmed they too were somewhat smaller than before.
   Ron had to adjust his knees again, bringing them right up against Pat's
cool ears.  The quick cooling felt pleasant.  Then Ron felt the tell-tale
hot flash, as his dick was sucked down over Patrick's moustache and into
his mouth. 'How did he manage that?', Ron wondered.  He brought his hands
up again to firmly hold on to Pat's balls.  'He must be pretty close', Ron
thought, as he felt a spasm pass through Pat's cock, making ever so
slightly larger.  Reflecting on the other blowjobs he had given, Ron
thought that Pat must be on the easy side.  But then, Ron felt a swelling
in his hands.  Patrick's balls pushed against them -- the exact opposite
of what would be expected if Pat was ready to blow. 
   Ron came up for air again.  Leaning over, and pushing his own cock deep
into Patrick's hungry maw, Ron inhaled one of Pat's balls, then the other
to feel their softness inside his mouth.  He returned to consider a final
run at Patrick's pulsing hardon, and it seemed somewhat larger this time. 
Not much; maybe five inches instead of four, but definitely larger.  He
smiled and then went down again.  'Of course it is larger', he thought,
'we're coming in for final approach'.  He felt an odd tingling in his
chest, and figured that it had been too long since he'd been 69'ing. 
   Pat continued to play with Ron's balls, watching them get a little
closer with the passing of time.  He could see now that Ron's whole,
enormous body was contracting.  When Ron came up for air and stabbed his
hardened cock downwards, Pat almost gagged.  Yep, that part was still
plenty big!  As Ron returned to work, Pat saw as Ron's erection was
gradually more and more tilted.  The longer this went on, it was clear,
the faster Ron diminished. 
   With a loud *smack*, Pat released Ron's cock from his mouth, and it
snapped up to hit his stomach.  Ron drew in a sudden breath at the sudden
transition, as Pat licked at his balls and again began jacking Ron.  His
enormous member wasn't so enormous any more, and Pat was privately pleased
as he watched the end of his friend's six inch dick march towards the
hairline on his chest. 
   Ron looked out over Pat's legs suspiciously.  The dimensions of the
room weren't quite right.  And this, this *feeling* in his chest.  Every
time he took a breath, he could feel a tingling, pulsing, tickling
feeling.  Like electricity being charged up in a flywheel -- only inside
him.  Pulling Pat's cock out of his mouth, it was clear now that it was
much larger.  Two inches larger anyway. 
   Normally, this might have sent Ron into an immediate soft-on mode.  But
right now this seemed exciting.  The energy building up in his chest
filtered down to his anxious cock to be sure, and Patrick was dutifully
pumping away, his moustache nipping at the tender inner side of Ron's
thighs.  Anxious, giddy even, Ron returned to Patrick's pulsing, growing
member.  Already it was too long for Ron to inhale it to the base with the
ease of when he started.  He worked feverishly now, in and out, squeezing
and rubbing Pat's heavy balls, before he dwindled away.
   Patrick felt this definite change in Ron's behavior, and felt the slow
pressure as Ron's chest gradually came to rest on his own stomach.  With
his knees, Ron propped his end up enough for Patrick to continue with his
prick pumping.  As Pat tilted up to look down at Ron's backside, he gasped
and then came.
   Ron felt Pat's dick start bucking in his mouth.  Cum gushed out into
his mouth.  Ron gulped and then pulled out.  Pat's eight incher (!)
squirted again and again, soaking Ron's beard.  Ron rolled himself over
into the puddle of cum and reached up with both hands to rub the big head
next to him.  He felt another wave of energy burst through him, and he
looked down to see Patrick's smiling face poking up from between his own
legs.  Ron looked over to lap at the cockhead beside him, and another
spasm came and went.  Patrick's dick jumped in size -- easily 10 inches
now. 
   Patrick looked down as Ron continued to receed away from him.  Already,
Ron's small balls were resting below his chin.  Ron's cock was threatening
to run away -- out of his grasp.  It was already smaller than Patrick's
prick was normally.  Soon it would be shorter than the width of his hand.
In a last burst of enthusiasm, Patrick pumped hard and fast.  Another spasm
contracted Ron again.
   Ron saw Patrick's cock jump one more time, more than a foot long now,
even though it was getting soft.  His hands caressed its edges and he
rubbed his beard against its smoothness.
   Patrick felt Ron's dick finally jump down, out of his grasp.  Ron's
thighs raked the hair on his chest the wrong way.  He was only two feet
tall now as he lay on Pat.
   And then Ron came.  It was the most intense orgasm he had ever felt -- a
blast which blurred his vision.  He closed his eyes to concentrate on the
feeling.
   In a blast of stored energy, his first cum shot out of his tiny prick
and sailed across the room.  Patrick felt Ron's cock swell back into reach
for another blast.  He kept stroking. 
   Ron felt an immense release.  An uncoiling in his chest and tummy.
Sharply, another wad of cum wizzed past his ear.
   Patrick felt Ron's hardon expand slightly again, and saw his body
growing again -- just the way it had shrank, although a little more sudden
with each ejaculation.
   As quiet moan escaped Ron's lips, another cum shot escaped his cock. 
This one squirted up into his face.  Hot.  Sticky.  Luscious.  The energy
in his chest was ebbing away quickly now.  Another shot landed firmly on
his left nipple. 
   Patrick continued stroking Ron, and watching him grow again slowly, as
the cumming became less and less violent.  Ron's dick poked up in his
hand, the same familiar four inches that his own cock measured.  He lipped
at the wiry hair on Ron's balls -- just barely within reach. 
   Ron sighed a deep sigh.  The energy had run out of him now.  He opened
his eyes and looked over to see Patrick's now-sleeping cock.  It was too
big.  He sat up, and looked down at Pat's smiling face.  Rolling away, Ron
went for one of the damp towels left over from the shower.  He tried not to
notice that it seemed much further to the bathroom than it had before.
   Turning around and toweling Pat's cum out of his hair, Ron tried to
gague the change.  He had been a big, six-foot-five lumberjack when they
came home this evening.  Now he looked over at Patrick's (big!) furry
five-foot-six body laying on the bed, arm outstretched asking for Ron to
bring the towel -- and himself -- back over.  Pat didn't *look* five feet
tall any more, but Ron knew it was he who had done the shrinking.  In
fact, by the look of it, he was about two feet shorter than Patrick was
-- less than half the six-foot-five that he had started out with. 
   Bringing the towel back over to the bed, Ron handed it to Pat.  He
climbed up onto the mattress and watched as Patrick carefully wiped the
drying cum out of his furry mat.  The big moustached face smiled at Ron,
but didn't say anything.  Ron was afraid to speak, for fear of what his
"new" voice might sound like, so he took the towel when Pat finished and
tossed it on the floor. He crawled up the bed and pulled back the covers to
climb in.  Patrick stood up and went for the lightswitch.  Ron climbed
between the sheets, and watched as a version of Patrick which seemed much
too big came over to join him.
   Pulling up the covers, Patrick said, "You make a very cute little man."  His
voice rumbled more than it used to.
   Ron smiled and opened up his arm to spoon Patrick as he had often held
men before.  Patrick rolled into his embrace.  But this time, Ron's arm
didn't wrap around his partner, and his nose didn't conveniently poke up
above the other's shoulder.
   Sensing the problem, Patrick rolled over to look into Ron's eyes.  He
pushed his wide moustache against Ron's small lips and kissed him deeply. 
After a moment, Ron turned over and let Patrick hold his big, warm, furry
body against Ron's own small frame.  Ron's fingers played along the hair
on Pat's thick arm. 
   Taking a deep breath, he relaxed and let sleep wash over him.  For the
first time in a long time, he felt the warmth of a bigger man next to him.
He hadn't been frightened during the whole shrinking experience -- the
intensity it had lent to his orgasm had covered that up entirely.  He was
defintely going to have to ask Patrick to teach him some of that alchemy!
But now he let all that slip away as he drifted off to sleep.

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Ron #1

[The Setup: Our Hero, Ron, has also taken up alchemy in the recent weeks
after his experience with Patrick.  Pat left him with suggestions and some
notes, and cautioned him to be patient and not rush the matter: not to try
too many different potions too soon and always allow a day or two between
experiments -- or trips -- once he had a few different formulae he was happy
with.  "Or," Pat warned, "the chemicals will concentrate themselves in
different parts of your body with unpredictable effects.  Gradually, the
body will naturally detoxify itself and remove all foreign substances
through your urine, sweat, and other fluids, but, in the meantime it may
be more trouble than it is worth."  Patience was indicated. 
   After some unsuccessful experiments, he finally comes upon something. 
Not quite what he was looking for, but pretty close.  Although the kitchen
is converted into a lab for a short while on the weekends, Ron always
returns to the bedroom when trying anything because it is soft and warm
and has all his comforts handy...]

   Swishing the blue fluid in the flask, Ron pressed the cool glass to his
lips and took a swig.  Careful to not drain the flask entirely, he set it
back on the dresser and waited to see if there was any response.  Minutes
passed, and nothing.  It was a Friday night, and Ron had been hoping for
some success to add variety to his weekend.  Tired and just a little
disappointed, he climbed on the bed to watch TV and decided what to do
next.
   Not really paying any attention to what was on, he felt the remote
control in his hand begin to swell.  There had been no other warning signs,
and he looked down to see the change work itself quite suddenly.  His thumb
narrowed and shortened perceptibly.  'At last,' he thought, 'Success!' A
wave of exhiliration rushed through him.  He dropped the remote, letting it
bounce on the bed.
   He felt his belt buckle fall into his lap and he looked down.  His 
shirt hung on him like a curtain, and he could see his pants collapsed now 
that he no longer filled him.  He reached over to smooth the buckle and 
noticed that his shirt now extended beyond his hand, and he had to push 
it back to expose his fingers.
   Reaching up to feel his beard, his shirt flopped senselessly.  He
unbuttoned the top few buttons and slid himself out the top, letting it
fall off.  Standing up, he looked down at the clothes he had just left.  
His body seemed to be the same as it always did.  His hairy, muscled 
chest sloped gently below his beard.  He stroked the tender skin of his 
balls gently.  His cock pulsed once in sympathy and then returned to its 
soft, somnlent state.  Yes, all of his proportions had sayed the same.
   Kneeling down on the soft mattress, he spread the shirt out.  It was a
very large shirt.  Ron was six-foot-five, and built like a tank to boot.
He had rarely had occasion to find someone who was both taller and more
muscular, and his clothes were often altered to fit him especially.  But
the shirt spread out in front of him now was many sizes too big.
   He reached into the empty jeans and fished out his white cotton briefs.
He held them up to his face and smiled.  They were comically large -- like
something he remembered finding in his father's dress when he was a child.
Standing and then sliding them up his strong legs, he tried to gauge the
difference.  The elastic waistband made it difficult at first because it
streched as he tried to take up the slack, but then he realized that
wasn't the right way to tell at all.  He stepped off the bed and walked
over to the wall.
   Leaning up against the wall, he pinned the waistband at about the place
where it normally rested on his back.  With one hand, he held it on his
front and let it sag down.  He snickered at the sight.  Gently, he reached
down with his other hand and started pushing up the crotch.  After a few
moments, he felt his warm balls in his hand.  He was never very good at
math, but it seemed like he was more than 10 percent smaller. 
   He held his hand there, rubbing his balls gently through the fabric,
trying to see if he was continuing to shrink.  There was a little more
dimunition, but it was very slow and after a minute he decided not to worry
about shrinking away to nothingness -- yet.  He dropped the underwear and
decided to look around his house.
   Of course each room seemed larger.  That was not a surprise, but it
also wasn't very interesting.  The carpet felt a little bit looser on his
bare feet, but it was hard to tell.  Besides, there were so many different
kinds of carpet in the world, the change wasn't very noticeable. 
   The first obvious sign of his size reduction came in the bathroom.  
The door knob was higher, as was the countertop.  He looked up in the 
mirror and it was very clear that he was smaller now.  Picking up the 
toothbrush, he considered it.  Not much change there -- some, but it 
didn't seem significant.
   He stepped over to the shower and pulled back the curtain.  Ron liked 
to shower -- he liked to feel the warm water course over his naked hard 
body.  He had installed one of those special massaging showerheads with 
six or 10 different settings and a hose attachment so you could remove it 
and point it at different parts of your body.  Stepping over the tub 
wall, he examined the change.
   OK.  This was significant.  He had raised the bracket which held the
showerhead several inches when he installed it.  Of course the pipe coming
out of the wall was in the same place, but it just had a hose attached to
it.  Before, he always had to lean back to get his hair wet, but after the
new bracket was installed he didn't have to worry about that any more.  
But now, he reached up and wasn't even close to where he could grab it.  
In fact, in this familiar surrounding, he could see that the decrease was 
more like 20% than 10.  'I'll have to install a tape measure somewhere, 
so I don't have to guess like this,' he thought.
   He walked around some more, through the kitchen.  The upper cabinets
were of course all much too high to reach.  He sat on the couch in the
living room.  The fabric was soft, but the cushon felt a little more firm
than normal.  Perhaps his weight didn't press it down so much.  In a flash
of inspiration, the jumped up on the couch and stretched his whole body
out.  He laughed.  Ever since sixth grade he had been too tall to stretch
out on a couch -- he always had to fold up his legs. 
   Not any more.  In fact, he didn't even have to push any of the pillows 
aside.  The couch was six feet long, but he was less than five feet tall,
so it was a perfect match.  This was fun!  He stretched his arms up over 
his head.  He turned his head to look up.  Fingers outstretched, he could 
touch from end to end.  Cool!
   He lay there for a while, trying to decide what to do next.  All this
naked running around was getting a little chilly.  Although he was a
fairly hairy guy on the front, and he tended to like his house warm, it
was cold outside and the heater hadn't kicked in. 
   It was late, and it had been a long day at work.  He had achieved this 
great success!  A little more concentrated solution would probably 
produce effects much like that first trip with Patrick.  He walked back 
to his bedroom through the kitchen, picking up a (large!) can of 
something to drink, and taking another half-filled mug of this potion to 
set on the nightstand for some future evening's adventure.
   He piled up his oversized clothes off to one side of the bed, climbed
in, and turned on David Letterman.  He set the empty can aside to take
back to the kitchen later.  Soon, the night reclaimed him and he drifted
off to sleep. 

                     *                 *                 *

   In the morning light, Ron looked carefully around.  Any changes?  None. 
Disorientation?  No, other than the normal morning dullness.  In fact,
over night it seemed this his body swelled back to its normal size.  A
quick survey revealed that everything seemed just right. 
   He stood up to stretch, and murmured "Well, perhaps its time to hit the
shower, get something to eat, and go experiment with something else this
weekend."  His friend Dean would be coming over either tonight or tomorrow
to spend an evening on the town together.  Ron's deep, powerful voice
rumbled pleasantly in his ears as he spoke to himself out loud.  He smiled
in spite of himself, vacant and still trying to shake his sleepiness.
Tasting his own unpleasant morning breath, he grabbed at whatever that
drink was on the nightstand -- a mug of something-or-other -- and
shotgunned it.
   Ron walked into the bathroom and brushed aside the shower curtain with
one hand, turning on the water with the other.  Stepping up to the shower
head, he let the water pound itself against his face and chest, waking him
further and rousing sleepy muscles.  He rubbed it into his face,
scratching his beard and breathing deeply.  Continuing natrually down his
body, he scratched at the hairy mat on his chest and the smooth sides of
his tummy.  Turning around, he rubbed the water through his hair, itching
his scalp. 
   Shampoo in hand, he lathered some it into his thick, curly hair.  His
hands still covered with lather, he soaped his furry armpits and wiry
moustache and beard.  Turning again, he rinsed out his beard, one armpit,
his full head of hair, and then the other armpit.  Facing the shower head
again, he extracted every soap residue in his bristly beard.  He turned
away from the pounding water and took a bar of soap in his hand.  Rubbing
it down his chest, a thin film of soap bubbles formed where it lathered his
hair.  More forcefully now, he soaped his chest, lathering it and mixing it
in his hair. 
   Stroking his nipples lightly, he rinsed off the soap.  Again, he rubbed
down his chest to make sure there was no soapy residue.  'Mmmm,' he
thought to himself, appreciating this great body he had wound up with
through some trick of fate.  Taking the bar of soap in hand again, he ran
it around the top of his pubic hair and around his balls.  Lathering his
hands, his cock was soon submersed in a vigorous, bubbly cleaning. 
   Turning to wash off the soap, he stretched his penis out of the soap
bubbles.  Still rubbing his balls with his left hand, he admired his cock.
As the last soap dribbled away he turned again and measured its proud
length against his left hand.
   The combination of chest stroking and ball rubbing were making Ron
quite horny, and as he held his penis out he felt it stiffenning.  Another
smile, as he grabbed the showerhead down off the wall and put it in
his crotch, turning it this way and that, blowing out all the soap which
remained there.  He returned it to the bracket and, squeezed his mostly
hardon with his left hand, rubbing his erect nipples with his right. 
Soon, his penis was erect to its full, large thickness, and he pulled it
down in front of him, letting it snap back and hit his stomach with a
satisfying *smack*.  Holding his balls in his left hand, Ron grabed his
erection in his right hand and began stroking its shaft, his thumb just
grazing its head with each stroke. 
   With the water massaging his back, he was soon pumping his prick
vigorously, his mind simply enjoying the sensations of being a man.  He
closed his eyes to drink it in, the water still falling on his back but
forgotten now.  Shortly, he felt the tell-tale sensations within his
chest, and his balls contracted sharply.  'Ah', he had always revelled in
the ease at which he got off, knowing that most men had to work quite hard
at it.  He smiled at his own senseless pun.  Although some men thought it
a little rude at first when he came early in the evening, they were soon
pleasantly pleased to find his horniness only ever slightly abated after
the first orgasm.  It usually took several to wear him down.  He opened
his eyes to watch the results of another of his morning masturbations. 

   There was a golden moment the instant before the ejaculation where
everything paused and a warm, tingling, pleasant sensation surged in his
chest and swept through him.  Then he stroked his cock for one last time
and started to cum.  The orgasm came with such force it almost knocked him
over.  He felt a pressure behind his eyes -- the same sort of intensity he
had felt with Patrick that evening, but all at once rather than a gradual
buildup.
  His first shot arced in the air just below his nose -- a long shot even
for him.  He felt the water in the tub deepen up to cover his feet.  Ron
watched, wide-eyed, while his erection recoiled for the next shot. 
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.  He couldn't
concentrate; the orgasm was too overwhelming, so he stopped fighting it
and just went along for the ride. 
   Shooting again, Ron felt his cock shrink in his hand, narrowing and
shortening at once.  With a sharp intake of breath, he felt his balls
wither and tighten out of his left hand, pressing themselves up against
his body.  They were shrinking steadily.  Another violent ejaculation,
although this time not a violent as the ones before.  His right hand
loosened again as his cock retracted to half its starting eight inches. 
   Rubbing what remained of his balls, he continued to stroke the head of
his dick.  His orgasm built again.  Recoiling for another ejaculation, Ron
felt the water in the tub deepen again and realized that his whole body
was smaller -- not just his cock.  Cumming now, Ron's penis was only a
short few inches now.  His hairy balls had dwindled away until he could
scarcely feel them against his body. 
  As the orgasm began to wane, he looked around the large shower as his
cock retreated out of his grip.  He released his prick.  Shorter than the
width of his palm, Ron looked at it poking up through his hairy crotch. 
It was still pulsing -- and dwindling with every pulse, although slowly
now.  Soon, it would be little more than a fleshy nub. 
   Breathing deeply, he surveyed his "new" body.  His arms and legs were
still as muscular as ever, and his hair was unchanged.  Rubbing his chest,
he looked up at the showerhead, still helpfully pouring down warm water,
and gauged that he had shrunk to about half his former size.  His
testicles, still contracted against his abdomen, could not be felt. He
could feel a tiny penis standing at attention, lost in his pubic hair.  He 
turned the water off.
   Taking a deep breath, Ron realized that if he was half his former size
and thought his cock was two inches, it actually measured less than one... 
Not exactly the hot sex tool that he was accustomed to working with, and
he had the whole weekend ahead.  'So,' he thought, 'I'll just have to be a
little more creative... and come up with an elixir without this particular 
side-effect.'
   Stepping out of the shower, he took up one of his towels.  Now he 
realized why they were called "bath sheets", although before they had 
always seemed too small for such a name.  He rubbed the course material 
over his body, sponging off the water.  He was especially careful between 
his legs, for while his cock might have been made much smaller, it 
certainly didn't feel any less sensitive!  He walked out into his bedroom 
and saw the mug standing on his nightstand.  Realization dawned.  'So 
this is what Patrick meant with his caution,' he thought, as he rubbed the 
soft, tender patch where he knew his balls were to be found.  Sure 
enough, it had concentrated itself in one part of his body!

# # # End Act 1

[In act 2 I have to get Ron out of this particular jam, especially with
his weekend activites coming up.  He doesn't have any clothes that fit,
and his house is too big for a three-foot man to make himself at home...]

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Ron & Dean #1:

[Preface: Our Hero, Ron the lumberjack, has invited his friend Dean over
for a playful evening. The two have sex fairly often but aren't really
lovers -- just kindred spirits who enjoy each other's bodies as well as
each other's company.  Ron has been putting the tips from Patrick to good
use, occasionally trying something new or diverging from the original
recipie a bit.  Ron has talked Dean into trying out his latest potion. 
Dean is skeptical, but not worried as Ron's simple affection has never led
him astray before.  'Besides, Ron seems to think this will be really 
great,' Dean thinks to himself.  They're sitting together on Ron's bed... 
... we join them in progress ...]

   Dean lifted the mug to his lips, looking down into the dark, opaque 
liquid.  It looked like black coffee, but it didn't have any odor at 
all.  Tipping it back, he drank about half of the mug, and set it down 
again, licking the droplets off his moustache.
   He turned to look at Ron, sitting next to him.  "That didn't taste 
half bad!  Maybe we'll have to send the recipie off to Betty Crocker."  
He laughed, and Ron smiled.
   "Well, I'll just be curious to see how it works, myself." Ron said. 
Each one of his concoctions seemed to have a slighly different behavior
than the one before.  Some were short in duration, and some changes had
lasted days.  Most seemed to be triggered by sexual stimulation -- a
backward glance at fertility magic, no doubt -- but some started work
almost immediately and quit working just as abruptly.  It was adding an
endless variety to his experiences. 
   Dean stood up and stepped into the adjacent bathroom to relieve his 
bladder.  The thick, manly sound that only comes from a good piss echoed 
out to Ron's place on the bed.  Dean zipped up and turned back to the 
bedroom.
   Ron could see the change was already at work.  Dean hadn't realized 
it quite yet, but he was already a few inches shorter than when he 
unzipped.  Ron smiled.
   Dean came a few steps out into the bedroom and reached back to hitch up
his pants which were sliding down his backside.  He felt a gentle,
massaging tingle start below his solar plexus and gradually spread up and
down into the rest of his body.  Having pulled his pants back up, he took 
his thumbs out of his beltloops.  His pants fell straight off him. 
   Ron chuckled at the sight, and Dean responded by pulling off his
T-shirt.  Before it had fit his chest tightly; now it was more like a
nightshirt.  Tossing it aside, Dean looked around to see the bathroom door
loom larger.  It was a little disorienting at first but not really
alarming, and the change was working itself slowly enough for him to
appreciate the ride.  And there was this distracting, giddy sort of
sensation which seemed to have settled gently in the core of his body. 
Perhaps it was somehow obscuring his judgement -- but it didn't seem to be
in a bad way... 
  Turning back to Ron, he bent over to take off his shoes and
socks.  His underwear fell off, exposing his soft private parts, and he
noticed that he could easily step out of his shoes.  Ron stood up and came
over to the fore-shortened Dean. 
   Dean found himself eye-to-eye with Ron's belt buckle.  This was
exciting!  He had been with big men -- but not *big* like this!  Ron was
easily twelve feet -- no, Dean reminded himself, it was he who had shrunk.
Oh, what was the difference? "That wasn't bad at all," Dean said, his voice
sounding just a little bit wrong, and reached to unclasp Ron's belt.  Ron
stepped back over to the bed and sat down to untie his shoes.  Dean
marvelled again at how huge Ron had become -- how wide his chest was, how
thick his hands were.
   Ron stood up again and took his belt off.  Dean moved in close and began
unbuttoning his fly.  He had always found it a little difficult to unbutton
someone else's fly under normal conditions, and now the fabric seemed that
much less pliable.  On the other hand, the leverage was different now, and
his excitement more than made up the difference.  "This is a discovery for
me," he said.  "I've never been, er, had this perspective before."  He
worked the big buttons with both hands, undoing them in turn. Ron pushed
down his pants, and Dean slid his hands over the soft outline of Ron's cock
under cotton briefs, and down around his balls.  Ron quickly pushed off his
underwear as well, his powerful legs kicking them to one side.  Dean
stroked the wiry hair on Ron's balls, then felt his soft six-inch hose back
towards it's base.
   Turning aside, he jumped up on Ron's bed, and Ron layed down next to
him. Dean straddled the huge chest and began unbuttoning the shirt.  Ron
soon had that off too, and Dean ran his small hands through the warm,
hairy mat on Ron's chest.  He stradled Ron's chest and hugged his huge
neck.  Ron soon seemed wrapped all the way around Dean, with his huge arms
gentle. Dean relaxed, and ran his hands through Ron's beard, stroking his
upper lip gently. 
   Ron began to pet Dean's whole body in return, and soon Dean's pubic 
hair was intermingled with Ron's chest hair.  The gradual stroking, along
with the movement of Ron's big chest in regular breathing, was turning
Dean on and he became erect quickly.  Ron's roaming hands soon brushed the
short spike, and Ron looked down to see Dean's throbbing cock. 
   "Let's see what can be done about that," Ron said, his deep voice
rumbling in Dean's ears, and vibrating up through Dean's hands which were
kneading his soft, warm muscles.  He picked Dean up gently, turned him
around, and set him down with his face in the depression below and between
Ron's huge pectoral muscles.  Dean spread his legs, and Ron soon had both
Dean's small dick and his balls in his mouth, enveloped in warmth.  With
his tounge and a finger, Ron carefully fished out Dean's balls and set them
on his stiff moustache.  A quivver raced up Dean's spine in response.  He
had felt moustaches on the sensitive skin wrapping his balls before, but
not like this!  Ron made a seal with his lips, and began sucking.
   Dean started playing in Ron's chest hair (was it fur at these
dimensions?  Who could say?), making a braid or twisting a twirl.  Soon,
Ron's sucking became pulsating, and Dean clamped his legs tighter about
Ron's face.  He became an active part of the fellatio, riding Ron's face
easily, and feeling Ron's beard along the whole length of his thighs -- a
more thoroughly stimulating ride than he'd found anywhere else.  One of 
Ron's big hands came up to stroke him along his back gently.
   Dean looked down Ron's body and saw his big cock still dormant, waiting
for him.  Returning to stroking Ron's chest, Dean felt the tell-tale signs
of an impending ejaculation.  He came in a quick burst, intense and
concentrated, his orgasm concentrated into just a few instants.  It was
overwhelming and took his breath away.  Ron continued to suck on Dean's
dick without even pausing, unperturbed by the small ejaculate.  His
breathing soon returned to normal, and Dean lingered there a short while,
just feeling the thick, heavy tounge working itself around his softening
cock.
   Dean withdrew his penis from Ron's mouth with a final suck.  He
slithered down Ron's chest, to put his nose in Ron's pubic hair. He
began petting Ron's cock, impressed with it's size.  Ron's flaccid cock
was longer than some men's erections, and impossibly thick.  His balls
looked more like the kind found on farm animals than people, Dean thought. 
His mind turned over and over, trying to figure how to provide Ron a
completely new sensation -- just as Ron had done for him.  Dean could
hardly suck a one-foot erection, nor could he fuck it with a tiny erection
of his own -- and would that even be a turn on?  He thought, 'It would be 
too big to masturbate quickly even with both hands.  Hmmm...' 
   Thinking that he would need to help himself, Ron reached down with his 
powerful right hand and started squeezing his cock.  It jumped to 
attention in moments, and he settled in for a quick jerk session.
   Dean smiled.  Ron always was the easy one to get off, and even though
he wasn't always in a hurry, he never seemed to lose sight of that simple
goal.  In a flash of inspiration, Dean rolled off of Ron and towards the
nightstand where the mug rested. 
   Ron was unclear what was going on, and then he saw Dean yank the mug up
to his mouth again to gulp down the rest of its contents.  He frowned
quizzically, concerned for just a moment about what that would induce, but
was quick to replace it with a playful smile when Dean turned back to him. 
His stroking never paused. 
   "I've got an idea." Dean said as he walked along the bed to Ron's 
giant form.
   Dean stepped over Ron's thick thigh to stand beneath his cock.  Ron
spread his legs slightly, and Dean slid himself down below the one-footer
which sprouted from a thick tangle of hair.  He ran his hands over the
oversized balls and they tightened slightly in response.  A quick look up
showed Ron's big fist pounding his still-swelling cock. 
   Dean leaned forward over Ron's fist -- now almost as big as his head --
and gently pushed it aside.  Ron took it back, and propped himself up to
look at the spectacle.  Dean looked back up over the huge expanse of
well-muscled chest, and then turned back to his work. 
   He'd have to work quickly, but Ron was already pretty hot, and his
jacking had just made him all the hotter.  Already enough time had passed
for the second dose to take effect on Dean and Ron's pounding cock jutted
just less than two feet.  Gently at first, then with increasing fury, Dean
licked and rubbed the head of Ron's hardon.  He wrapped his arms around
it's hugeness.  Using his own hairy chest to advantage, Dean stimulated the
long shaft of Ron's hard erection with some subtlety.
   Quickly, Dean found the patch of hair on his chest was covering less 
and less of Ron's growing shaft.  It was already more than half his own 
height.  He climbed up higher, leaning his knees on Ron's groin muscles 
to compensate.
   Ron watched the scene intently, amazed at his friend's ingenuity.  The
sensations of such aggressive stimulation were uncanny and amazing, and he
felt his blood pressure escalate.  It was something of a trip to see the
little man servicing him with all his might.  So not to disturb the slowly
dwindling Dean, he carefully cupped his balls in his right hand and closed
his eyes. 
   As Ron's cock approached the four-foot mark, it was clear who was in
charge here.  Dean's weight no longer pushed it down at all.  Aware that
his own hard dick would be an uncomfortable knot, Dean made sure his cock
didn't catch as it slid along its huge counterpart.  Licking the underrim
of Ron's cockhead and nuzzling it with his own moustache, soon Dean was
standing flat-footed in a deepening tangle of Ron's hair.
   In only a few minutes, Dean was tiring.  He began to feel the spasmodic
contractions that belied an upcoming ejaculation -- which went undetected
most of the time he had masturbated Ron -- and he redoubled his efforts,
wrapping his legs around the shaft and hanging on.  Soon, Ron's six-footer
began bucking.  Dean layed his head down against it's hardness, and held 
the pulsing penis tightly, not wanting to miss the sensations of an
ejaculation from this perspective.  The rhythmic muscular waves were clear
and powerful.  With his ear pressed close against the hot flesh, he could
actually hear the a rushing sound from deep within.  Immediately, a
white path was carved on the dark backdrop of Ron's hair.  A sucking,
smacking sound emanated from the tip of the monster. 
   Sweaty and still hot, Dean stepped off this ride.  He looked down to see
Ron's impossibly huge hand still firmly squeezing his balls.  He looked
over to see the last several pulses of Ron's tiring orgasm.  With all the
other activity out of the way, Dean could perceive his own rapid dimunition
continuing unabated.  He had been able to ride Ron's bucking member just a
few moments before, but now it was almost twice as tall as he was.  He
thought for a moment that he might have taken too deep a swig on Ron's
potion.
   Dean looked up, and in the distance, Ron's giant eyes were still 
closed.  He was still feeling the orgasm, and hadn't noticed that Dean 
was quickly dwindling away to nothing.  Dean walked over to the widening 
pool of cum that still dripped and oozed off Ron's hair.
   Thinking to attract his enormous friend's attention, Dean jumped into
the thick white pool.  There was no sign Ron had even felt it.  Dean
rolled around in it, feeling the warmth.  It had always seemed slimy
before, but from this vantage it seemed much more pleasant.  Soon his head
would be beneath the inch-high hair level on Ron's abdomen, and a 
magnifying glass would be required to find him again. 
   As the cum cooled, Dean felt it tingling along his skin.  He couldn't
tell what was going on (after all, he had never *really* had a cum bath
like this before!), but he did look up to see Ron recalling his right
hand.  It passed overhead -- quite a long way overhead.  The tingling
increased and soon was an itching.  Dean rubbed himself on a few hairs
that grew nearby and watched as they quickly reduced in thickness. 
   Soon, Dean's head was poking up over Ron's morass of hair again.  He
watched as Ron's big cock, still wet, seemed to get a little smaller.
Rolling over to look up into Ron's eyes, he saw Ron watching, amused.  A
sudden jerk caused Dean to gasp for air as he doubled in size.  Another
jerk, this one more powerful than the last, and Dean sat back down to enjoy
the return ride of the evening.
   Another jerk later, and Dean slid down into the wet hair above Ron's 
cock.  It was still several feet long, soft.  Feeling it's heavyness, 
Dean lifted it up and leaned it over his shoulder.  Holding on with both 
arms around it, he felt the next jerk come.  It yanked Ron's cock down 
from his shoulder, and Dean felt it narrow by half.
   Yet another jerk and Dean was now rubbing both hands around the 
slumbering cock.  Another jerk and Dean recognized Ron's prick from it's 
dimensions when he shrank the first time.
   The final jerk and a rush of air returned Dean the remaining three feet
to his normal size at once.  Ron's strong abdominal muscles were holding
him up easily as he played absentmindedly with Ron's dick, comparing its
soft size with his own. 
   Dean rolled off and stood up, still sticky with spent cum.  "What a
trip!  I need a shower," Dean said. 
   Ron sat up, "That's a great idea!" and lumbered after Dean into the 
bathroom.

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Pat & Chris #1

[The Setup: Patrick has returned home from the high school reunion where 
he saw Ron.  He's left some notes and some samples behind, and a few 
cautions for his apprentice.  It's been about two months, and Patrick is 
already planning a trip home for christmas to see his parents -- and Ron --
again.
   He's been studing this alchemical phenomenon for a while and is trying
to figure out how to get control of it -- meaning how to cancel it, enhance
it, will it to happen, etc.  He's started to try a few different things and
has developed a salve he'd like to try on someone.  He's invited a friend
he thinks is gay home from the office where he works part time.  (Patrick
is out at work, so it isn't a big deal to pick someone out.) The other
fellow's name is Chris.  He's stocky and bearded -- not a lot taller than
Patrick's short five-foot-four -- and about ten years younger.  He's not
really overweight for his build, but he has a lot of problems with his own
body image.  The evening has come off famously.  Chris is comfortable and
has had a little to drink.  (Carefully spiked by the consumate host, of
course.) Pat is pretty well convinced that Chris will be able to appreciate
his offer.  The conversation has turned X-rated, as it always does when you
put two horny men together.  He moves in for "the kill" .. we join them in
Patrick's living room...]

   "I don't know what it is like for straight folk," Pat said, "But there 
is this total fascination with big dicks in the gay community.  Just look 
at this," He handed a copy of "Bear" magazine to Chris, who started 
flipping through the pages.
   "Yeah, I see what you mean," Chris said.  "Well, most of the straight 
porn I've seen tends to focus on the *women*, not the men.  But," he 
confessed, "I have heard people say that straight porn tends to have more 
guys with smaller cocks.  They all seem bigger than mine, but maybe 
that's just camera angle and besides I don't have a lot of experience with 
dicks to judge by."  He continued to look at the hairy men in the magazine.
   Patrick smiled.  "Why not?  You've never said whether you were 
straight or bi or what."
   "Well, it's hard to say.  I'm kinda straight by default, you could 
say.  I gravitate towards straight sex just because that's what seems to 
be most available.  But I can appreciate a good looking man.  Like 
these," he looked up at Pat and smiled.  "But, I've never really done 
anything with another guy before.  Not since I was little anyway -- and 
that doesn't count."  He lowered his voice, "I never really thought any 
of these hot guys with big dicks would be attracted to me.  I'm short and 
fat and I *don't* have a big dick."
   "Ah, nonsense."  Patrick moved closer to Chris on the couch, facing 
him.  He brushed back a lock of Chris' blonde hair.  "I think you're 
plenty attractive," he said.  "It looks like you have a hairy chest under 
that shirt, and there are lots of guys who are attracted to more, um, 
substantial men.  As far as your cock goes, I can say as someone who also 
isn't 'hung like a horse' that there are plenty of men who like being able 
to suck your dick *without* gagging on it.  Besides," He added, "what 
would you say if I told you I could make your dick bigger."
   Chris had looked up from the magazine while Patrick was talking.  He 
liked what he was hearing, and Pat seemed kind and affectionate.  But the 
last sentence was too much.  He burst out laughing.
   Patrick was prepared for this and didn't flinch.  "No, I'm serious."  
He stood up and went over to the bookshelf.  He took down a small tin and 
set it on the coffee table in front of the couch.  "I really can make 
your dick bigger."
   Chris had stopped laughing, but was still amused.  "Yeah, right."  Pat 
looked serious, so he relented.  "OK, how?"
   "If I rub this salve on your cock and then you jack off, you're cock 
will grow.  I can guarantee it."
   This sounded kinky.  "Do you have to watch?"
   "No, but I want to."  Pat smiled, "Are you offering?"
   Chris turned it over in his mind.  What was the worst that could happen?
He'd jerk off in front of Pat, who would probably jerk off too.  Then he'd
go home -- maybe with a bigger dick than he arrived with.  Or, they'd both
get off and nothing would happen  No downside either way.  "OK," He said
slowly.
   "We can do it here, or in the bedroom.  Whichever you're more 
comfortable with." Pat said.
   "Here is fine."
   "OK.  Stand up."
   Chris stood up facing Patrick.  Pat smiled to himself.  Then, Pat
unbuttoned Chris' pants, one button at a time.  They fell to the floor.
White cotton briefs hung in front of Pat, tight around the waist, but soft
and empty around the crotch.  He pulled them down too.
   Chris wasn't finding this very stimulating and was having second
thoughts already, but decided not to abort it just yet.  Patrick saw the
dark patch of hair, with a small cockhead poking out.  Matching small balls
hung down between Chris' legs.  For a moment, Pat just admired them.  Chris
shiverred, which brought Pat back from his momentary mental absence.  He
pushed his face against Chris' cock, sucking it into his mouth at once.
With one hand, he reached up to play with Chris' balls and rub the warm
hair.
   Chris hadn't bargained for a blowjob, but didn't let it bother him.  
'Is this an upgrade?' he wondered, feeling his cock stiffening in 
Patrick's hot and hungry mouth.  Just as he was getting into it, Patrick 
pulled back.  Chris' three-inch member stood at attention below the 
gentle overhang of his stomach.
   'Bingo!' Pat thought to himself.  With one hand, he played with the 
head of Chris' cock, keeping him hard.  With the other hand, he reached 
for the salve and popped the tin open.  Dipping three fingers in, he 
scouped some out.  It had the consistency of vasaline.  He smeared it all 
over Chris' cock and balls, covering them quite completely.  Chris 
started to get soft, and Patrick wiped his hand off on the capet.
   "OK.  You take it from here," He said, standing up.  "But first, take
off your shirt for me, if you would."  Chris was still a little nervous,
but he complied, pulling the T up over his head.  Patrick smiled at the
hairy expanse which was revealed -- just as he had thought would be.  Pat
started out the evening already a few inches shorter than Chris, so he only
needed to bend a little to rub his moustache along the soft, warm skin
around Chris' nipple.
   Chris just stood there, not sure what to do as Patrick started to
suckle.  Gently, one of Pat's hands found one of his, and guided it back to
his still-softening cock.  It wasn't at all slimy.  He felt around.
Whatever that stuff was, it seemed to be completely gone now.  'Hmmm...' He
thought.  Gently, he stretched his cock out again and started stroking it.
It hardened quickly, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the odd sensations of
Patrick's wiry moustache playing along his soft chest.
   He became aware of the changes quickly.  After about a minute, he 
could feel that his cock had swelled some already.  Not a lot, but some.  
With his other hand, he felt for his familiar, small balls.  They too 
were larger.  Not by much, but enough to feel.  He smiled.  This seemed 
to actually be working!  He almost stopped, but then realized that he 
should probably keep going until Pat said otherwise.
   Patrick felt Chris' body shrink in front of him.  He put his hands
along Chris' soft, smooth sides.  His thumbs were just able to stroke some
of the furthest-out hairs on Chris' tummy.  He had to bend a little more
to stay on that nipple. 
   Chris was getting excited.  'It's bigger!' he thought, pumping away a 
little faster than before.  It seemed almost twice as big as when Patrick 
had pulled down his pants.  Five inches, anyway.  His strokes had to get 
longer, and his balls were swelling steadily in his hand.  He felt Pat's 
strong hands on his sides.
   Patrick was bent over almost double, so he knelt down in front of 
Chris' shrinking form.  Already Chris was 18 inches smaller -- only four 
feet tall.  He glanced quickly at Chris' cock.  Yep, it was the same size 
as when he put the salve on it.  This was working out just fine.
   Chris felt Patrick's shift and opened his eyes.  He felt Pat's wide
moustache burried in the hair between his nipples, licking and rubbing. 
His cock was certainly twice as big as when he started now, he was sure of
it.  He looked around the room.  It didn't seem right, but he didn't care. 
He was going to have a big dick at last!  He closed his eyes again. 
   Patrick leaned away now, sitting back on his haunches.  Chris was
pumping away, diminished to half his initial height, and would probably be
cumming soon.  He smiled as he watched the spectacle.
   Chris felt Pat pull away and looked down to see an inflated cock 
poking out.  He hadn't been able to look down over his belly to see his 
cock in years -- not because he was so fat, but because it was so small.  
Now he had a large eight-inch member poking out.  His strokes only 
covered the last half of its length.  His balls pressed big against his 
hand, heavy to hold.
   His gaze turned up, and he saw Patrick knelt down, looking over at him.
He was too big -- much too big.  His wide moustache stretched more than
twice as big as before.  Chris almost stopped stroking, surprised at this
sight.
   "Just keep going," the giant Patrick whispered, "Trust me."  Chris
obeyed.  He was about to get off anyway.  Just a few ... more ... strokes! 
   He felt something go 'pop' inside him, and an explosive orgasm 
wrenched his attention away from the giant in front of him.  His huge 
dick started bucking, spewing cum all over Patrick's shirt.  In fact, 
Patrick seemed to be shrinking now, dwindling away.  Another burst came, 
and a large glop of cum struck under Pat's chin.  He felt his big dick 
recoiling again, his large balls pressed tight against his body.  More 
squirting.  This time dripping into the shrinking Patrick's eyebrows and 
moustache.  One more jolt came, this time spewing cum completely over 
Patrick's kneeling form and onto the couch behind him.
   Chris gasped and almost fell over.  Pat, somehow the correct size now,
caught his sides and leaned close to roll his moustache along the
sensitive head of Chris' huge, though now spent cock.  Patrick licked at
its length, and then down along the hairy, low-hanging balls.
   "Wow," was all that Chris could say at first.  He held his new cock in 
his hand.  Softening, it still measured ten inches in length.  He felt it 
wane, and Patrick leaned away.  He wiped up the cum off his face with 
Chris' shirt.
   "So, what do you think now?" He asked.
   "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had!" Chris said.
   "Yeah, your orgasms always seem a lot stronger when you've been shrunk. 
I think it's because all your energies have to be coiled up to fit in that
little space, or something.  But that wasn't the point.  I have other ways
of giving you the best orgasm of your life." He smiled, "What do you 
think of my work?"
   Chris squeezed his heavy cock another time.  It was almost completely 
soft now, and still hanging down seven inches.  "Well, it certainly is, 
um, new."  He was oddly speechless.  He wasn't really prepared for it to 
have *worked*.  "Tell me what happened.  I'll try to figure out what to 
say, other than 'Thanks.'"
   "Well, it works something like this," Pat said, reclining back on the
couch.  "I've been experimenting with alchemy for a long time now, and I
have learned a lot of different ways to shrink people and animals. 
Shrinking things is much harder, because most of my potions have to be
ingested.  Anyway, I was trying to figure out a way to cancel the effects
of these potions, and I had something new to try.  I invited you over to
have sex, but once we got to talking about dicks, I thought you might want
a bigger one.  So many men do.  Mine isn't very big either, but I
actually like it kinda small -- especially for when I start shrinking my
sex partners.  Since I'm small to begin with, they can get much smaller
before I lose track of them."  He smiled, reflecting on Ron.  "So, I've
been spiking your drinks all night with a shrinking potion.  Not a lot,
and one that waits until sex to start working and then wears off as soon
as you cum -- well, you probably already noticed that.  I also covered
your genitals with that salve to cancel the shrinking effects.  Your cock
actually stayed the same size the whole time, but because your body was
shrinking, it seemed to get larger.  A lot larger.  Well, you probably
noticed that too."  Chris laughed.  Patrick's talking had given him time
to collect his thoughts. 
   "And is this permanent, then?" Chris asked.
   Pat smiled again.  "No.  Your body will detoxify itself of the 
potions and salves gradually, just like any other drug.  You'll just 
notice your cock and balls slowly shrinking back to the size they used to 
be.  If you don't do anything, it will take about a month to wear off 
completely.  Or," He added, "I think so, anyway."
   "What do you mean 'if I don't do anything?'"
   "Well, the more sex you have, the more blood will rush through those
parts of your body, and the sooner they'll detox.  I think it works that
way, but it is hard to tell.  So much of this magic seems to be sex-based. 
This isn't an exact science, you know.  It's occult.  You probably won't
notice it shrinking at first, but after a few of your daily jackoff
sessions have added up, you'll see the difference." 
   Chris considered his situation.  He was still holding his cock, now 
fully deflated but six inches long.  He was still impressed.  This was 
great, even if he had to get a "refill" every few weeks.
   "Let's say you show me a little bit more of this occult magic." He said.
   Patrick stood up and grabbed Chris' shirt off the couch.  "OK.  But 
I'm the one who will have to do the shrinking this time, since if we put 
too much potion inside of you at once, weird things may happen.  Follow 
me."  Patrick led the way to his bedroom.

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Ron & Dean #2

[Preface: Our Hero, Ron the lumberjack, has invited his friend Dean over
once again.  We're several more weeks along, and he's settled on a
significantly more concentrated brew for his festivities.  Dean is
expecting a playful Friday evening, but Ron plans to make a weekend out of
it.... we join them in progress ...]

   Ron lifted the heavy felt, revealing a jar of a blue translucent fluid. 
"This is neat stuff," he said, smirking at Dean who sat on the bed.
Carefully, he set the jar down on a nearby chair and stood in front of it. 
As he unscrewed the lid, Dean stepped over to see what was up.  It looked 
similar to the other potions, but it didn't seem that Ron was going to be 
drinking this one.
   With great care, Ron dipped a tall nearby cup into the jar, withdrew it
full of fluid, and closed the jar.  Slowly, he dipped his cock into the
fluid.  It was cool and he gave a brief shudder.  He leaned over the cup
until his balls and the entire length of his soft penis were immersed. 
Then he pulled them out again.  Dean noticed they didn't even look wet. 
"What's up with that?" he asked.  "Let's find out," Ron said, and spashed
the contents of the cup at Dean without warning. 
   Completely startled, Dean drew a sharp breath.  The fluid wasn't cold,
and it wasn't sticky, or anything like that.  Immediately, Dean relaxed
and let it drip all over him.  It seemed to have a very low viscosity and
quickly spread itself out over every patch of skin.  Surprisingly, it
didn't even feel wet and soon he was completely dry.  Laughing, Dean
tackled Ron and wrestled him on the bed.  Soon, he was pinned beneath
Ron's muscular frame. 
   With a free hand, Dean began rubbing the very tip of Ron's penis.  He
collapsed on top of Dean, and Dean rolled him over to sit on his legs.
Fondling Ron's cock gently, Dean soon had him very hard and began to pump
the eight-inch hardon he soon held in his hands.
   Ron usually came pretty easily no matter what the sex play was, but
Dean noticed that this time Ron was holding out.  Dean also noticed that
his hand wasn't fitting Ron quite right.  Feeling more carefully, he was
holding Ron's balls kind of loosely too.  Tightening his grip on Ron's
cock and balls, he tried to bring Ron off again. 
   Soon, he had to readjust again.  Taking his hands off entirely this
time, Dean saw that Ron's cock had obviously reduced itself to almost half
its former length.  His balls were similarly smaller.  Awareness bubbling
to the surface, Dean redoubled the pumping and had Ron cumning before his
cock slipped below the three inches which marked the width of Dean's palm. 
The jism spurted out of the diminutive little dick onto Ron's belly.  One
kleenex was all that was required for cleanup. 
   "That's going to happen to me too," Dean asked watching Ron's penis
soften and continue to wane slowly.  "Cool."
   "Yup, pretty much," Ron said smiling.  "Before it gets started, c'mere
and I'll suck you off." he offered.
   Dean straddled the bigger man, and kissed him deeply.  His hands came
up to fondle and stroke Dean.  Soon, he was holding Dean's familiar
erection in one hand, rolling his balls in the other.  Dean wasn't really
big or small -- he was one of the many who were in the "just average" 
range.  It was kind of nice to be the bigger one, in both terms of bodies
and cocks, Ron thought.  He absently considered some of the role reversals
which his alchemy had made possible. 
   Since Dean was paying attention this time, not wanting to miss any 
detail of his transition, he noticed his arms and legs spreading out, and 
he inched a little bit closer to Ron to compensate.  The next thing he 
noticed was with the sensitive skin of his tongue.  As it swished around 
Ron's mouth, he could feel Ron's teeth swelling, and Ron's tounge get a 
little more rough.  He opened his eyes and looked into Ron's.  He only had 
to look up a little, but it was noticeable.  The texture of Ron's hands 
on his genitals was changing as well.  They were also becoming rougher.  
On the tender, sensitive skin of his glans, he thought he could feel a 
hint of the print on Ron's finger.  
   Ron watched Dean all this time.  His hands drank in the sensations as 
Dean's balls were a little smaller each time he returned to them, and 
Dean's cock dwindled slowly but perceptibly.  His tongue was too wide to 
shove into Dean's mouth easily, so he let Dean take the lead on that.
   When Dean's cock came to rest on Ron's chest, he decided that he would 
take Ron up on the blowjob offer.  He stood up on the bed and looked down 
at Ron's huge hulking expanse.  The twelve foot giant just smiled.  He 
turned around and layed face-down on Ron's well-muscled chest.  With a 
quick motion, Ron had sucked Dean's cock to its base and was starting 
some pumping of his own.
   A sudden jerk overcame Dean, and he thought for a minute that he was
coming -- although he had received no messages from his body.  He felt his
chest hair tangle with Ron's.  He slid his hands around Ron's hard-muscled
sides.  Another spasm, and Dean definitely felt his sudden shrink this
time.  It was a feeling unlike any other.  It started out with an itchy 
tingle inside, and then there was a sudden pop of energy, followed by the 
obvious contraction of his body into a smaller form.
   A few seconds later another shrink came and went, and Dean felt his
nipples resting on Ron's hairy pectoral muscles.  He had already lost more
than half his height, and the dimuntion showed no signs of stopping.  Ron
wasn't letting any of Dean's cock in his mouth now, concentrating on
providing a strong, sensual pleasure.  Another shrink, and Dean's legs
clasped Ron's hairy face, and he played nervously with his giant friend's
furry chest. 
   The next shrink was sustained, jerking him quickly from Ron's pectorals
up towards his neck, and then gradually pulling his nipples to the upper
edge of the hair on Ron's chest.  Dean dug his feet and legs into the warm
fur coat on Ron's face, riding it, kneading it.  At an approximate height
of ten inches, he ejaculated.
   Dean was surprised at the violence of his own cum, which Ron drank in
easily, scarcely noticing.  After a few moments, he slowly withdrew his
cock from the warm grasp of Ron's mouth.  He sat up on the hairy mat of
Ron's chest, and looked at the giant face that smiled back at him. 
   Determined to do some exploring, Dean padded over to Ron's bearded face
and looked into the warm, dark nostrils there.  Ron's regular breaths were
like the blasts from hot-air grates found at street corners.  As he leaned
up to feel the smooth skin on Ron's face, another shrink pulled him down. 
Less than half a foot tall now, Dean turned to walk through Ron's thick
chest fur, which was ankle-deep.  As he neared Ron's belly-button, he was
jerked down again.  At first, he thought he'd stepped in the button, but
then he saw that he had only reached it's rim.  Walking around it, he
followed the trail back towards the familiar cock which he expected to
reach at any moment.  After all, it should be huge to him.  He waded into
the sea of pubic hair with nothing in sight. 
   Another few moments passed, and he watched as the tangled hair quickly
grew up to obscure his vision.  Right about then, he tripped over
something.  Looking down, he saw Ron's cock and balls at his feet.  They
seemed strangely naked without their normal corona of wiry hair.  They were
a little more than twice the size they seemed to be under more normal
circumstances, but a familiar sight nonetheless.  Evidently the potion had
continued to work on them after Ron's orgasm as well, albeit slower.
Having finally found a bearing in this new world, he sat down to play with
them and soon had a thick, 18-inch pole sticking up again.  Dean looked up
and wondered how long it would have measured to someone of Ron's size.
   Ron had lost track of his little visitor some time after he passed by 
the belly button, but it was suddenly clear when he had found the target 
area!  Although his cock had diminshed far beyond his reach, it had lost 
none of its sensitivity, and Dean's playful grasp brought a chuckle -- 
which rumbled like like far-off thunder to Dean.  Careful not to move too 
quickly, Ron grabbed a pair of black bikini shorts from the nightstand 
and pulled them on.
   Dean saw the swath of darkness settle over him and decided this 
adventuring was making him a little sleepy himself.  He curled up to get 
some sleep.

                   *                   *                    *

   Dean awoke (the next morning?), still in relative darkness.  Feeling
around, he soon found Ron's cock.  It had continued to shrink through the
night, or so Dean supposed, since it was about right for Ron -- not too
large.  In fact, maybe it was a little smaller than usual; about two soft,
flaccid inches.  Dean could only assume that he had continued to diminsh
as well, although there was no telling how he would measure now. 
Realizing that an opportunity was at hand, Dean layed down to start
sucking the available and unguarded member.  This was one blowjob that 
couldn't be interrupted by the cock's owner.  Curling up a little, he found
that Ron's balls must have shrank at a different rate, since they
were very large, about the size of basket balls.  Dean shoved his legs 
under the thick, hot blanket of skin.  Soon, Dean felt his friendly blowjob 
preparing to pay off. 
   Ron woke slowly to the feelings of getting sucked off.  In no time at 
all though, he knew what was going on.  He scratched his chest and sighed 
deeply.  'Yes, yes....  Mmmm.  Just a little more,' he thought.  'What a 
great new alarm clock!'  Soon he was clenching and unclenching his fists, 
writhing just a litle.  No matter which way he turned, the suction was 
calm and steady.  He reflexively pushed his hips down -- the motion which 
would normally pull the base of his cock out.  Of course it did nothing.  
He smiled.  Finally Dean had managed to blow him completely beyond his 
control.  'Maybe this is what people see in bondage play,' he thought.  
Just then he felt his orgasm begin.
   Dean's mouth filled with Ron's hot cum, and he hungrilly consumed the 
sticky fluid.  Drinking the last drops, Dean reared back.  His eyes had 
adjusted to the strange dimness here, and he saw Ron's cock start to 
soften.  In the last few pulses, he saw it start to grow again.  Not grow 
hard -- just grow.  The weight on his legs told him that the same thing 
was happening to Ron's balls.
   Rolling on top of the huge ball sac, but below the base of Ron's cock,
Dean played with the cock head as it quickly telescoped away from him.  In
a few moments, the softon was taller than Dean.  Then twice his size. 
Soon, it was an enormous parody of a prick.  The soft, warm folds of skin
where the he lay became rough and wrinkled.  He slid himself into a nearby
crevass.  In the distance, he heard a noise.  Like scraping or scratching. 
Ducking instinctively, he saw Ron's big cock folded over on top of him. 
He was only concerned momentarilly -- soon it was clear that there was
enough space that he wasn't crushed.  The supple skin of Ron's balls
absorbed any pressure that had been applied. 

                 *                 *                 *

   There was a feeling of motion.  Dean felt his position shift somewhat 
and looked to make sure there weren't more changes afoot.  No, and he 
felt the gentle shift in gravity's pull -- although at his size, gravity 
didn't seem to pull nearly so much.  Ron was standing up, moving around.  
The tangled mat of hair and the warm, soft skin cushoned any jolts, and 
masked any breeze which he might have felt.
   Ron wandered into the bathroom and pulled down his briefs.  The sudden
brightness blinded Dean only for a moment.  Then as he peered out from his
comfortable folds of skin, he saw a dizzying sight.  Ron's soft cock hung
suspended in the air, attaching above him and stretching down, down, down. 
In the distance, he saw the now-familiar underside of Ron's glans
exaggerated and huge.  This cock was three stories tall!  It extended down
past the giant's balls which Dean was using for his hideout.  Out of the
end hissed a steady stream, down.  Far away, Dean saw the stream crashing
into a white toilet bowl. 
   Vertigo clutched at Dean, and so he turned to look towards the bathroom
mirror.  Ron was standing in profile from this perspective.  The view
was partially obscured by Ron's cock, but Dean could see his friend's
familiar hairy chest in the reflection.  Ron's enormous hand reached down
to itch the underside of his balls, and Dean felt the vibrations quickly
transferred to where he was.  'I wonder how long I will be this size,'
Dean wondered.  He noticed that he wasn't hungry, and he wasn't very
concerned about it.  At least not yet. 

                    *               *                   *

   Ron kicked off the black briefs and selected some of the more familiar
cotton variety.  Light passed easily through their whiteness, illuminating
the enormous genital wonderland.  But then a darkness closed, and Dean
realized that Ron must have pulled on some jeans.  There were another
series of bounces and shifts.  Ron was sitting, then standing again.  More
sitting...  Dean tried to figure out what his friend was doing, from his
position of relative safety. 
   Ron added a T-shirt, socks, and shoes, and was soon headed out for
breakfast at a nearby truckstop.  Finishing that, he started running
errands for the Saturday.  Dean rode along, drifting in and out of sleep. 
At one point he considered climbing up to the top of Ron's cock, but soon
discarded the idea. 
   A little bit bored, Dean started playing with himself.  The novelty of
riding around while so small was wearing out.  And there was nothing more
to see in the dark.  Perhaps a mid-morning (?) jackoff session would
provide some enjoyment.  He couched himself in the warm crevass and closed
his eyes.  Hardness came quickly to his anxious cock, and in no time he was
jacking up a storm. 
   After the first hot squirt, Dean felt himself almost tip out of where
he was laying.  Suddenly, he didn't fit any more.  Another spurt and he
was turned out entirely.  He tumbled down the end of Ron's cock and
through space, cumming all the while.  This mix of excitement and fear and
pleasure were completely new.  Dean hit the inside of Ron's briefs, pressed
tight against his cock, and bounced gently. 
   Ron felt the lump in his pants, and had almost stuck his hand into his 
underware before he realized that it must be Dean.  He smiled.  'So, it 
is wearing off,' he thought.  It was sporting some danger to wander 
around with Dean in his underpants, knowing that at any unpredictable 
moment a naked full-grown man might burst forth, surely startling any 
passerby.  There was a certain juvenile excitement in this.  Why not 
sport some danger today...
   It was hard to tell the dimensions in the dark, but Dean knew he was
not quite so small any more.  Wrapping his arms around the big cock he was
pressed against, he had a much better gauge.  Ron's sleepy cock was still
at least twice his size -- certainly a much more manageable size.  Dean 
ticked through the math, deciding that would make him an inch or two, 
depending on how much blood was in Ron's softon right now.
   Ron smiled to himself, as he now could feel Dean shift and explore a
little more.  He finished up at the grocery store and headed home.  Dean
had again positioned himself near the tip of Ron's cock, finding a
comfortable padded space leaning back against his balls.  Ron unloaded the 
groceries and headed back to the bedroom.
   Dean felt the jolt as Ron tossed himself on the bed.  He heard the 
scrape as Ron pulled up his T-shirt from out of his pants, and saw the 
brightness when those pants were unzipped.  Pulling down his briefs to 
just past his balls, Ron grasped his cock firmly.
   Dean rolled out of the way just in time to miss the giant hand which
scooped down.  Another hand came to grasp at the enormous balls.  Dean
edged out of the way -- up a little towards Ron's tummy.  In no time at
all, the twelve-foot softon had turned raging hard and it telescoped away 
from him.  Dean could feel the heat radiate off it, and felt the breeze
generated by the hand which stroked at first, and then moved into familiar
measured beats. 
   This was really hot to watch, and Dean felt himself getting hotter 
just watching it.  He edged up through the hair towards the end of Ron's 
beefy hardon.  He reached down and started pumping his own tiny hardness 
in unison, squeezing his balls and watching the great show.
   Ron always came first whenever they raced, and he already had a head 
start.  Dean watched wide-eyed while Ron's cock pulsed and jumped, 
spurting out huge trails of hot cum.  Ron's hand pulled and squeezed out 
the drops.  This was enough to send Dean over the edge.  He started 
cumming too, and soon droplets were flying in every direction.
   He saw Ron's softening cock quickly diminish without grasping the 
change, because the orgasm was holding his attention.  Still jacking, Dean 
was tipping and rolling off Ron's tummy.  When he hit the bed, Dean was 
spent, but he looked over to see Ron's giant form rapdily shrink down to 
something much more normal.
   Still a little bit wet, Dean rolled over to kiss Ron aggressively.  
Small droplets dripped into Ron's beard, but they were beneath notice.

==============================================================================

Ron & Pat #2

[The Setup: We're about six months later than Ron and Patrick's first 
fateful evening.  It's wintertime, and Pat has flown home to visit his 
parents -- and his newfound friend.  They've talked some on the 
telephone, but not a lot.  As you've read by now, and will read in future 
stories, Ron has been cooking up a storm.  Meanwhile, Patrick has been 
turning his attention to a slightly different problem: how to get control 
of this phenomenon for the person who is doing the shrinking.  (After 
that, he has some ideas about turning the other way completely and 
developing "surprize" shrinking devices, but those plans have to come 
after these -- that way he would have a way to return to normal should 
such devices ever be used on him!)  Patrick has done a lot of research on 
the matter, and has developed what could only be termed as a "magic item" 
that he plans to give Ron.  It is a cock ring, of course.  The results 
with other devices were unpredictable, but somehow whenever he turned his 
research back to sex toys things fell into place again.
   They're in Ron's bedroom.  We join them in progress...]

   Patrick pulled down his pants to reveal the silver ring at the base of 
his soft cock.  His softness seemed so small and tight against his body to 
Ron, but he tried not to get distracted.  "I have some ideas about how to 
make later models more versatile," Patrick was saying, "but for now it 
seems the only way to activate it is with sexual stimulation."  Ron 
chuckled at this.  "Of course, that won't be any problem for you," 
Patrick added with a wink.
   Rubbing himself, Pat soon had an erection poking out away from his 
hairy body.  "Now, watch closely," he said clinically, a little amused at 
himself.  Slowly, he started caressing his hard cock.  Making a fist, he 
began jacking it gently and carefully, with long full strokes.
   Watching it was making Ron get hard out of sympathy.  Pat shuffled 
his feet.  Was he stepping away?  No, Pat was slowly contracting.  As he 
jacked himself slowly and deliberately, Ron could now see that with each 
stroke he was getting perceptibly smaller -- maybe half and inch each 
time, or maybe just a quarter.  Smiling, Ron considered how many strokes 
it took to get off.
   "Does it work if I do it?" Ron asked, kneeling down in front of Pat, 
pushing Pat's shirt (which was now too big to fit him) up out of the 
way.  His smaller friend had lost four or five inches off his height -- a 
noticeable amount since at five-foot-six, every inch mattered.  In a 
moment, he had his lips around Pat's small hardness.
   "Yes and no," Pat replied.  "If you jack me off, then yes.  But for 
anything else, no."
   "What if you cum?" came Ron's question, muffled by Patrick's cock.
   "Nothing.  It's kind of weird that way.  Jacking off while you're 
cumming doesn't make you any smaller, but cumming by itself doesn't make 
you large again."
   Ron stopped sucking and sat back on his haunches.  "Oh," A little 
disappointed.  "How long does it last?"
   "Well, it depends too.  As long as I stay hard, I'll stay this size.  
If I get soft, I'll start growing again, but very slowly.  If I take the 
ring off, then I'll start growing much faster -- but not really fast.  
I'll show you."
   Pat put his hand back around his cock and started pumping hard and
fast.  Ron watched as the dimunition started rolling along at a pretty
good clip.  In a minute, Patrick shrank right out of his shirt, popping up
through the neck.  He was about two feet tall.  He stepped away from his
clothes and with a tug, popped the ring off.  He put it into Ron's giant 
hand.
   At first there was no change.  But as Ron watched more closely, he saw
Pat's body gently swell.  Slowly at first, as he had said, but still
observable.  It looked like he was growing at about 10 percent a minute,
compounded.  That explained why it seemed so much slower at the beginning. 
So, it would take Patrick about 10 minutes to be restored. 
   Ron sat back on the bed and Patrick came over to him.  "Keep it," Pat 
said, his voice high and distorted.
   Ron turned the tiny loop over in his hand.  He smiled, "It will never
fit me."  To demonstrate the comic difference, he pulled open his fly and
held it next to his thick, dormant cock.
   Patrick took the ring from his hand, and tilted up the six inches of
meat in the other.  He placed the ring against the glans of Ron's cock.
The feel of cold metal surprised Ron.  Then, Patrick simply pushed it up
over the glans and back towards the base.
   Ron watched, completely surprised.  The ring expanded its 
circumference to hug his skin perfectly.  When it came over the ridge of 
his glans, it contracted perfectly to wrap his shaft.  Pat parked it 
against the warm flesh of his abdomen.  He laughed.  It fit him just 
fine!  He tossed the four-foot Patrick up on the bed and stripped off his 
own clothes.

                  *                 *                  *

   The plant was shutting down for the New Year's holiday, and Ron and a
friend from work -- Paul -- agreed that a stop at a local health club with
a swimming pool would be a nice way to relax.  Paul was another beefy
timber worker, rough and muscular, but also quick with a smile and a joke. 
He wasn't married, but of course that didn't mean anything these days. 
Ron wasn't out on the job and had never approached Paul about his sexual
orientation.  With Patrick's cock ring in hand, he decided on a little
espionage instead. 
   They had picked a club which was in walking distance of Ron's
apartment.  Ron had stopped in his house and carefully arranged everything
for his absence.  Careful not to take anything of value, he left some of
his clothes in a bag on the front porch -- 'just in case' he thought. 
After an hour of splashing in the pool and sitting in the dry sauna, Ron
made up some excuse to head out. 
   "Yeah, I'm about finished here too," Paul said.  "Seeya next year," he 
made the same lame joke for the umpteenth year in a row, but Ron smiled.
   "Yeah, seeya."
   Ron walked back out to his locker and took off his shorts.  He 
rummaged around and found the cock ring and concealed it in a fist.  He 
closed the locker and walked back to the showers.  Closing the stall door 
in one hand, he slipped the cock ring on with the other.  It fit 
perfectly, of course.
   He turned the water on and stepped back to revel in its warmth, 
pounding over his hairy front.  Careful not to lose sight of his goal, he 
began rubbing his cock, gently at first and then with more vigor.  Soon 
it was nice and hard.  He looked around.  Could anyone see him jack off 
over the door?  Maybe.  He smiled.  He'd just have to work fast.
   His muscular arm was pumping away, and he noticed the changes right 
away.  The shower head was receeding from him, and the pattern of the 
water on his body was changing.  He stopped for a moment, and his 
shrinking stopped too.  'Cool!' this was the first time Ron had actually 
had any influence over the changes -- before he had just been along for 
the ride.  This time, he was in the driver's seat.
   In a moment, he returned to jacking off.  At a height of about four
feet, he took a step towards the stall door.  A minute later, at two feet
he stepped closer.  He'd soon be able to climb under the door.  The water
from the shower crashed behind him, loud.  His stroking never paused and
he looked back at the shower which was still running.  The shower head
attached forty feet up the wall, and the waterfall it created was
spectacular.  He climbed over the ridge below the stall door.  It took
some effort on his part to avoid cumming.  Although he knew that he had
more than one orgasm in him tonight, it might be best to save them in case
he needed them, he thought.  He was still six inches, but shrinking
steadily with each stroke.  He tried to make himself inconspicuous, as he
watched for a giant Paul to come by. 
   Luck was with him tonight it seemed.  As Ron neared the three-inch 
mark, Paul's giant form came into the showers.  In fact, it was headed 
right for him.  Ron jerked himself faster, reflexively.  Had Paul seen 
him?  All would be lost!  The anxiety still building, he dropped beneath 
an inch in size -- and then came in a white blast which seemed to be the 
hallmark of these shrinking expeditions.
   Ron's vision blurred and he saw the stall door open above him, and a 
huge hairy foot stepped on the ledge several yards away.  He was still 
cumming, his prick shooting out wad after wad of cum.  It arced away from 
him.  Holding back had just made the orgasm that much more powerful.
   After a few moments, his vision cleared.  He looked around.  There was 
no sign that anyone noticed him.  Someone was in his shower!  Could he be 
so lucky?  Yes: Paul had taken Ron's shower and was just now washing the 
soap out of his moustache.  Paul seemed far away.  Ron looked around and 
quickly gauged his height at just over an inch.  He looked down and saw 
his limp cock.  'Well,' he thought, 'I do have a few minutes of breathing 
room.'
   He sat on the edge of the ledge that he had easily climbed only a few 
minutes before.  Now it was much too high for him to even jump down.  
Finally, he walked over to near where Paul had stepped when he came into 
the shower.  Grabbing his cock in his hand, he started pumping again.  
Getting hard was a little slower this time, but soon he was back in 
business.  He stopped pumping and rubbed his balls and nipples, playing 
with himself just to stay hard.
   Soon Paul turned off the water.  His giant body moved suddenly towards 
Ron.  The stall door swung open.  A huge foot planted itself near him.  
Ron jumped and caught a few of the thick, black hairs he found growing 
out of the foot.  With the other hand, he jacked himself feverishly, 
hoping to shrink out of view before he was noticed.  The smaller he was, 
the longer it took to get even smaller, it seemed.  His pumping slowed.  
Paul had given no sign of noticing anything, and was now standing in 
front of the lockers.
   Ron watched as well as he could, but it was hard to tell what was 
going on so far above him.  He moved towards one side of Paul's foot.  
Then he felt a vibration pass under him.  He looked down and saw huge 
briefs coming right for him.  His mind whirred quickly.  If he stayed 
where he was, there was no telling how he'd move around or stay safe.  This 
was the ride he wanted.  As they neared his position, he launched himself 
into the air between Paul's legs.  He was caught easily by the crotch of 
the underwear and swept right up Paul's body.
   From his own experiences, Ron knew how sensitive the skin on your 
balls is, so he decided that more smallness was indicated.  Trying not to 
move too much, he stroked himself slowly and felt the wiry hair nearby 
thicken in sympathy.  Darkness closed -- Paul must have put on his 
pants.
   There was no way to tell how small he was, but after a bit Ron 
transferred himself from the woven fabric of Paul's briefs to the rough 
and wrinkled skin of his ball sac.  He loged himself in a crevass he 
found there and waited.

                  *                 *                  *

   The door jingled as it always did when Paul entered the adult 
bookstore.  He felt a little sleazy whenever he did this, but the 
blowjobs were always great and he didn't have anything -- or anyone -- 
else to do this evening.  Why not pass the time this way?
   He browsed the magazines briefly, for appearances like always, and 
then headed back to the booths.  Finding one that wasn't too dirty, he 
sat down inside and fed the wall a quarter.  His hand hovered over the 
selection buttons.  He considered punching up some straight video, but he 
always seemed to attract better blowjob givers when he was watching two 
guys going at it.  The door to his booth was left slightly ajar.
   He unzipped and took out his cock to play with in the dim light.  Only 
one more quarter later he attracted this evening's cocksucker.

                  *                 *                  *

   Ron looked up into the dim light and couldn't quite tell where he was
when Paul unzipped and pulled out his dick.  He had stopped pumping and
was just playing with himself now and then to stay semihard.  Perhaps he
was growing, but if so it was very slow.  However, Ron did get a good look
at Paul's prick, still soft.  It stretched away from him, the size of a
building and warmth still radiating from it.  He was jolted, and he looked
around to see what was happening.  The wrinkles he was hiding in were
deforming and reforming, stretching and collapsing.  He smiled as
realization dawned.  Of course.  Paul was rubbing his balls from the under
side while he played with his cock. 
   This continued for a few minutes, and Paul was soon hard.  Ron inched 
his way up towards the base of the huge cock that could be found.  He 
admired its huge size and round smoothness.
   A shudden shift warned Ron that something was up.  Paul's enormous 
cock changed angles; more out than up.  Paul's hand released its grip.  
Ron saw a huge pink tongue lick the top half of Paul's hardon.  He could 
feel the vibrations its rough surface had transferred.  Then, a huge 
hairy was headed right for him!  He ducked into a deep tangle 
of hair that was nearby.  The swath receeded.
   Ron looked up, and although the angle was still steep, he got a much 
better look this time.  The swath was somebody's moustache.  Paul was 
getting a blowjob from another guy!  Ron laughed.  This might pay off 
after all.  He climbed around the top side of Paul's cock and just 
watched, safe within a tangle of hair.
   He could feel each shift, each little wriggle that Paul made.  Soon it 
became clear the giant was about to cum and whoever was giving the blow 
job took it deep in his mouth.  Ron looked at the wide moustache just a 
few yards away, feeling the pulses as Paul's cock pumped out a huge blast 
into the other giant's mouth.  'Who knows how many blowjobs this guy is 
going to give tonight...  Maybe next time,' Ron thought.  

                  *                 *                  *

   Paul had his hands knotted in the other man's hair, still holding 
tight from having just cum.  With a deep breath, he released his hands 
and stretched.  He could feel the cold air on his deflating cock.  He 
looked at tonight's cocksucker and smiled.  Zipping up without a word, he 
left for home.
   Once he arrived there, he made himself a sandwich and headed for the
bedroom, tired from the day's activities.  He pulled off his clothes and
threw them in a pile, then jumped into bed and watched TV until he dozed
off.

                  *                 *                  *

   Ron saw the evidence as Paul threw his underware aside and tried to 
decide what to do next.  Then Paul was jumping, turning in the air.  A 
bounce.  Darkness closed, and Ron decided that Paul had pulled the covers 
up.
   Ron was still small, but he had allowed himself to grow since the 
blowjob finished up.  He tried to decide what to do next -- and he was 
tired himself.  It wouldn't do to stay here, so he slowly climbed off 
Paul's body (a task which took at least half an hour) and then tried to 
push his way through some covers.  After another fifteen minutes, he was 
completely tired out and collapsed.  He was asleep by the time he hit the 
bed.

                  *                 *                  *

   Ron awoke the next morning before Paul.  He looked around.  He was 
still under some covers.  He reached up to push them back and exposed his 
face completely.  'Uh oh,' was all his mind could form this soon after 
waking.  Through the night, Ron had of course gone soft and grown.  He 
was almost his full size again.  He inched up towards the head of the 
bed, not sure if he could roll out without being noticed.
   No, that wasn't going to work at all.  Time to try something else.  
Ron reached down and rubbed the head of his cock with his thumb and 
forefinger.  It was hard in a few heartbeats.  He couldn't tell if that 
small stroking was enough to shrink him -- or if it was, it would be very 
slowly.  He wrapped a fist around his cock and started to stroke it slowly.

                  *                 *                  *

   Paul never was a heavy sleeper, but at first the gentle shifting 
motions in his bed hadn't disturbed him.  Then they settled into a slow 
pattern, and he roused himself to see what was going on.  He looked over -- 
and saw Ron!
   He did a double take.  Ron didn't look quite right, but it was certainly
him.  The vibrations in his bed didn't stop, but they were forgotten for a
moment.  'What do you say under circumstances like this?' Paul thought.
'Had Ron broken in, and if so, why was he in bed with me?' Not at all sure
what to say, he decided to start easy:
   "Hi, Ron.  Fancy meeting you here." He said.
   "Uh, yeah," Ron replied sheepishly, his voice sounding just a little 
squeeky -- from anxiety no doubt.
   "I'm not sure how to put this delicately so let me ask it this way: 
what are you doing?"
   Ron's mind wheeled.  It was too early for him to solve complicated 
problems like this!  He was just a simple guy who got carried away with a 
new toy, he told himself.  But Paul was waiting, a response was required.
   "Jacking off." came the reply, quite honestly.  He was secretly amused at 
having produced this answer, and a small smile played on his lips.
   Paul blinked.  Awareness rushed back into him -- that explained the 
steady vibrations.  He looked up at the ceiling.  'What to do...' he 
asked himself.  Ron was bigger than he was, although not by a lot.  But 
there seemed no point at trying to throw him out.  Besides, if Ron wanted 
to hurt him, he was sure that he'd have awoken bound and gagged.  Was Ron 
gay?  Did Ron think he was hot -- and was Ron so desperate that he would 
sneak into his house just to jack off in bed with him?  None of this made 
any sense.  He looked back at Ron's face.  Was he still asleep -- was this 
all a dream?
   Deciding that there was nothing to be lost by playing along at least 
until he understood what was going on, he smiled.
   "Well, since you came all this way, let me help you with that," He said,
and threw back the covers to expose Ron's hairy, muscular body.  He had
seen it naked before, but never with a big hardon poking up.  It was a
familiar seven inches, about the size of his own cock when hard.  He
noticed Ron's cockring, but only in passing -- it was hardly significant.
Ron seemed oddly small somehow laying next to him.  'It must be this odd
circumstance,' he told himself.
   Rolling over on his side, he took Ron's cock in his hand.  Ron rolled 
towards him and rubbed his beared face along Paul's cheek 
affectionately.  Paul felt Ron's chest hair brush along his own sparsely 
populated but also muscular skin.  He settled into a regular jerkoff 
motion, and his own cock hardened in sympathy.  Ron grabbed it, squeezed 
it, and started to play with it.  Paul closed his eyes.
   In a minute, Paul noticed that the circumstance had changed somewhat.  
He had tightened his grip on Ron's cock a time or two already as it 
seemed to slip away at the end of some of the strokes.  Ron had stopped 
rubbing his beard along Paul's face, and instead was nuzzling the soft 
skin along his neck.  Ron's hands didn't seem to cover his own cock quite 
as well, but that might just be because of shifting positions.
   When Ron's moustache brushed towards his nipple, he opened his eyes.  
Ron was a full two feet too small.  The seven inch cock had dwindled to 
only five.  Paul stopped pumping, and just played gently with the cockhead 
in his hand.  This small Ron rolled gently onto his back.
   "You're shrinking!" He exclaimed.
   "Yes.  Yes, I am." Ron answered cryptically, his voice clearly higher 
now.  "It really is a lot of fun.  You'll have to try it some time."
   "Am I dreaming?  What's going on?" He asked.
   "No, you're quite awake." came the answer.  "Finish what you've 
started, and I'll explain."
   "Um, OK.  Only if you promise to tell me what is going on."
   "Oh, I can do better than that."
   Paul rolled up to kneel over Ron's body, careful not to put too much 
weight down.  Taking Ron's cock back in his hand, he resumed the 
morning's jackoff session.
   He watched Ron writhe in pleasure beneath him.  The small man was 
shrinking further with each passing second.  His brow furrowed.  This was 
tantalyzing and frustrating.  Thinking to get it over with so Ron would 
talk about it, he redoubled his pumping action, hard and fast on the four 
incher in his hand.  Ron shrank even faster now.  Soon, the small cock 
would escape his grasp.
   Thankfully, just as Ron's body slipped below eighteen inches, he 
came.  Paul kept right on jacking, the little droplets of cum flying in 
every direction.  Ron was the size of a large teddy bear.  Paul chuckled 
at the notion, and he noticed that Ron had stopped his downward spiral in 
size.
   "You've stopped shrinking." He said.
   "Yes." came a small, high voice.  No relation to the big bass that he 
had heard from Ron for so many years.
   "Do you have to get off to stop shrinking every morning?" He asked, 
trying to get a handle on the situation.  "How did this happen to you?"
   Ron considered this.  What a great lie Paul had walked him into!  But 
no, there was no point in that.
   "No, no.  It's nothing like that.  Take off my cock ring."
   Ron's cock was soft and very small in his hand now.  Paul looked down 
and carefully slid the ring off.  He hadn't paid any attention to the 
ring.  It had changed size along with Ron!
   "So, this is the key."  He said, looking down at the small form 
beneath him.  "Now that I've taken it off, will you stay this size?" He 
asked, hopefully.
   Ron smiled.  "No such luck.  I'd have to stay hard for that."
   "Hmmm..."  Paul rolled away.  He considered the tiny ring in his 
hand.  He placed it next to his own cock to compare the size.
   "Go ahead.  Try it on."  Ron said.
   Paul looked at him.  Ron was already bigger than when he had cum.  Two
feet now, but still laying there, looking at him.  He should have asked
'why' and 'what will happen to me', but he didn't.  Instead, it was, "How
about I borrow this for a while?"
   Ron shrugged.  He was growing perceptibly fast now.  "Suit yourself.  
I'd like to have it back some day -- maybe after the holiday -- but you 
can play with it for now."
   Paul smiled.  He pushed the ring against the tip of his soft cock and 
felt it expand to roll over it.  It fit snugly against his abdomen at the 
base of his cock.  "Thanks.  I'll try to take good care of it."
   "I'm sure you will," Ron said.  "I think I'm going to need a ride 
home, though.  Can you manage that?"
   "What?  You didn't drive over here yourself?  How did you get here?"
   "Well, actually," Ron considered another lie.  No point in that.  Paul 
would learn for himself soon enough.  "I rode on your body from the club."
   "Really?" He asked, trying to fathom what it must have been like.  
"Where?"
   "Um.  On your balls at first, and then around the top of your cock." 
Ron answered.  There was an akward silence for a moment.  "Perhaps you'll 
let me suck you off some day."
   "Perhaps." He said slowly.  Ron was already four feet and gaining 
fast.  He stood up and went to put on some clothes.  "Perhaps it will be 
some day soon." He called over his shoulder.

==============================================================================

Ron & Sam #1

   Ron awoke to a clatter in the kitchen.  His sleep-filled mind obscured
the details of the noise, but he was sure he had heard *something*. 
Perhaps someone was in the house.  Ron usually slept very heavily, so
IF someone WAS in the house, it must be an extraordinarily clumsy sort of 
person.  'On the other hand,' Ron thought, 'maybe he's clumsy because 
he's dangerous enough that he can afford to be.'
   Now, Ron was big enough that he never really worried about getting beat
up -- he was always a little bigger than other people his age, and he was
a body builder in high school.  He never really had much interest in
knives, and didn't keep a gun in the house.  However, he had lived long
enough to know that simple physical strength wasn't meaningful when the
other guy was armed. 
   His eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room, and he looked around
to make sure that this intruder hadn't come into his bedroom yet.  By all
indications, the answer was no.  He looked at the phone.  The obvious
answer was to call someone -- the police, 911, or something.  Then his
eyes wandered over slightly to his closet.  Leaning against the door was a
christmas present he had just received from the guys at work.  It was a
"super soaker" squirt gun that had been given to him by the group at the
mill who were always trying to get him to go handgun shooting with them
at the range just out of town.  He smiled. 

                  *                  *                  *

   Sam was still a little annoyed with himself for his clumsiness in the 
kitchen as he gently pushed open the bedroom door in the apartment.  So 
far everything had seemed quiet, and Sam had reminded himself that he 
needed to move quickly but also carefully.  It had taken him several 
minutes to go through the kitchen and decide there was nothing of value.  
In the living room there was a TV, VCR and things like that, but again 
nothing very expensive.  In fact, everything about this apartment said 
"blue collar".  Sam was moving into the bedroom in hopes of finding money 
or jewlery.
   He tried not to breathe as the door slipped soundlessly on its 
hinges.  Looking in the room, there was someone in the bed, not moving.  
Sam listened closely -- the person in the bed was breathing slowly, 
evenly.  Just what you expect to hear from someone in their deepest 
sleep.  'Somehow snores are always more reassuring', he thought, and then 
smiled in spite of himself.
   The covers and pillows were in disarray.  It was hard to tell whether 
it was a man or a woman in the bed, or even how big that person was.  No 
matter.  After waiting a minute in silence to make sure that everything 
was calm, he stepped across the threshhold and towards the dresser.
   Slowly, he slid the top drawer open.  It sighed quietly as he moved 
it.  There seemed to be flasks and vials and other intricate glassware 
here, most full of various liquids.  Valuable?  It was hard to tell.  But 
these things would certainly make noise if he tried to move them.  
Perhaps he should subdue the person in bed first.

                  *                  *                  *

   As the man turned away from him, Ron opened his eyes.  Carefully, the
masked man slid open his top drawer.  Ron smiled.  'So he is wondering what
all that stuff is, is he?' Ron thought.  Soundlessly, he drew back the
sheet which was covering his super soaker.  The man shifted his weight, as
though he was turning.  Ron yanked up the gun and squeezed the trigger. The
electric motor churned into action and a stream lashed across the room at
the intruder.  The other man whirled around and tried to draw something out
of his pocket, but it was too late -- he was already shrinking and could
only fumble with his normal-sized devices.  "Gotcha!"  Ron said, releasing
his squeeze on the trigger and standing up.

                  *                  *                  *

   At the very moment he thought about subduing the person in the bed, he
shifted his weight gently onto the other foot.  There was a russle from the
bed, and he heard a strangely familiar sound that he couldn't quite place.
As he turned around, he saw it was a motorized squirt gun!  He was being
sprayed with something, but in the dark he couldn't tell what.  As his mind
grappled with the situation, he initially decided that he couldn't be in
very much danger.
   The fluid had already soaked through his clothing and as it touched his
skin there was a strange, burning sensation.  It felt like white gasoline
or maybe kerosene against his skin.  Kerosene!  This person couldn't be
meaning to set him on fire!  And the squirt gun was still shooting at him. 
Already he could feel his whole body was wet -- and probably very
flamable. 
   He couldn't use his gun, as any spark might be enough to turn him into
a walking torch.  Instead he went for his knife, which had a leather
sheath, inside his left coat pocket.  His coat was bulging -- straining
against him.  As his fingers closed around the cold metal, he thought he
felt his his pants fall around his ankles.  That didn't make any sense.  He
was becoming disoriented and redoubled his concentration on the task at
hand.  Trying to pull the knife out of his pocket, he realized that his
coat was balooning up.  Already he was standing in a tent. 
   "Gotcha."  Said a man's voice as he turned off his squirt gun and stood
up from the bed.  Realization dawned as Sam looked up at the giant.  In the
space of only a few disorienting moments, he had shrunk to less than half
his height.  He stood there completely in shock as the giant approached
him. He knew he should turn and run, but somehow he couldn't even though
all his clothes had finally fallen off him.
   Large hands grabbed him around his middle and lifted him into the air --
high above the ground.  He looked down for a moment as the pile of clothing
receeded.  Then he gulped and turned to look into the bearded face of his
captor.  'Struggle!' he shouted at himself, but somehow the energy just
wasn't there.  As the air rushed around him, he thought he was going to
faint.  But somehow he didn't.  The giant sat again on his bed, and set Sam
down on one of his enormous legs.
   At first, Sam looked down at the warm, hairy, muscular leg upon which he
now rested.  Then slowly, his eyes followed the leg back to the broad,
furry torso where it connected, and then up the well-muscled chest, and
finally at the giant who still watched him.
   "Well, I guess I'll introduce myself," said the huge man.  "I'm Ron and
I live here.  Now who are you?"
   Sam opened his mouth to reply, but no words came.  His jaw worked
soundlessly.  The giant smiled.
   "It's OK.  I'm not going to splat you on the wall or anything.  You
should have already figured out that if I wanted to kill you, you would be
a grease stain.  In fact, I don't even have anything against you sneaking
into my house -- in principle.  I've done it to other people."  Ron leaned
over slightly to emphasize his point.  "The difference was, they always
knew who I was."
   "it's sam," Sam replied in a very small voice.  His eyes dropped slowly
down from the giant's face, back down the expanse of chest, and into the
morass of hair above a veritable firehose of a cock.  Even soft it
protruded *feet*, and it radiated a warmth he could feel from where he was
sitting.
   Ron straightened up.  "Sam.  There.  That's a start."  He noticed what 
had caught Sam's attention.  "Do you like my cock?" he asked.  Sam did not
reply.  "Well, *I* like it," said Ron.  "Are you gay?" asked the giant. 
Sam could not bring himself to say anything, but he shook his head slowly
and looked back up at the huge bearded face.  Ron smiled.  "Well, by the
time I let you go, you will be... because I am going to give you two of
the best orgasms you've ever had."
   Sam opened his mouth to ask what that was supposed to mean, but then
thought the better of it and shut it again.  Ron continued.  "You're 
freaked out because you've never experienced anything like this before, I'd 
bet.  Well, relax.  The most sudden and disorientating change was what you 
experienced right at the start.  Oh, you'll continue to get smaller and
smaller, but it will be much slower from here on in."
   Sam shifted position where he was sitting slightly.  The leg he was 
sitting on had thickened since the last time he looked at it.  So, Ron 
was right.  He was continuing to shrink after all.
   An enormous hand came down to grasp the huge cock which rested in the
giant's lap.  Kneading it gently, it sprang to attention in a few short
moments.  Soft, it was two feet or more.  As Sam watched it harden, it
thickened and almost doubled in length.  The huge hand settled into
regular strokes.  Sam watched the spectacle and realized that it *was*
something of a turn-on, but perhaps not much of one. 
   "I think you need a bath to get us started."  Ron said.  Sam didn't 
understand, so he said nothing and sat quietly watching the giant jack 
off.  He looked at the enormous balls which layed quietly on the mattress 
as the attached prick danced and jumped in the hand which held it.  He 
rubbed his own cock nervously, and it hardened quickly -- much quicker 
than usual.
   Without warning, Ron grabbed Sam under his armpits and hoisted him into
the air over the hardon (now at least six feet tall).  Sam looked down at
the smokestack sized cock just in time to see the first spasms of Ron's
orgasm begin.  But, in all honesty, Sam had never really seen another man
cum -- and certainly not from this close.  So, the significance of the
quivvering was initially lost on him. 
   However, as soon as the first hot white jet struck his body, he 
realized what was going on.  Quickly he gulped some air and covered his 
nose, just in time for the second spurt to spray up his chest and onto 
his face.  The giant was giving him a bath all right -- a cum bath.  Two 
or three more spurts came, each with less force than the one before, 
covering every part of his body.  He looked up at the face of his captor 
to see it smiling at him.
   Again without warning, he was hurled through the air at enormous speed 
to hang just in front of the giant's face.  By the looks of things, he 
was only six or eight inches tall now.
   Without saying a word, a giant pink tounge snaked out to lick his 
legs.  It felt rough and hot -- and strangely luscious.  As Ron licked the 
cum off his legs, Sam writhed from the sensual pleasure.  Up came the 
tounge and into his crotch, giving him an instant hardon.  As Ron turned 
him over in the air to remove each patch of cum, Sam thought he might 
ejaculate from that simulation alone.  But, the orgasm didn't come, and 
soon all the cum was removed -- replaced by saliva.
   "Now We Need To Dry You Off!" said the giant in a voice which filled 
Sam's ears and blotted out every other sound.  Sam was immediately 
pressed against the wiry hair of the giant's face.  For one alarming 
moment he thought he would be crushed, but then as the wiry hair of Ron's 
beard gave gently under him, he laughed.  It tickled him all over as he 
was rolled around, and every drop of saliva was scrubbed off.
   He was still losing height when Ron put him in a giant palm.  Ron 
cupped his hand and Sam felt another rush of wind and momentum as he was 
moved.  He heard a clatter and Ron uncupped his hand.
   "You'll Be Safe In Here!" said Ron, who lowered Sam into what looked 
like a terrarium, except with very complicated buildings at the bottom.  
He looked at the glass walls and saw an enormous light bulb.  This was an 
incubator, not a terrarium, and those buildings were of all different 
sizes -- some very small, even to Sam's four-inch vantage point.  He was 
dumped off onto a springy, cardboard-like platform.  "I'll Be Back In The 
Morning," said the giant, who replaced the lid.
   Sam looked around and decided to explore his new environment.

                  *                  *                  *

   Ron woke up in the morning a little later than usual.  He stepped into 
the shower and spent half an hour enjoying the sensual pleasure as the 
water beat on his body.  Drying off, he stepped back into his bedroom and 
noticed the pile of dark clothes by his dresser.  At once the evening's 
events rushed back into recallection.
   He walked over to the clothes and picked at them.  A knife.  A gun. 
Some keys -- maybe car keys.  A mask.  Not much else.  No ID, of course. 
'What thief would want to carry ID?' he thought.  The gun gave Ron pause
for thought, but soon he wrapped everything by the weapons up in a bundle
and set it on his bed.  He looked over at the incubator, and was silently
very pleased with himself for spending the time to put it together.
   Who could say how small Sam would be by now.  It would be best to find 
him before it was too late.  Ron slipped on a silver cock ring and gently 
rubbed the head of his cock.  He reclined on the bed for a pleasant 
jackoff session.
   A few moments later he reminded himself what he was supposed to be
doing.  He looked around the room to see he had only shrunk two feet --
still big enough to maneuver around the house.  He chastized himself for
forgetting his small visitor so soon after remembering him, and stepped
over to the terrarium on the floor of his closet. 
   Carefully, he removed the lid and resumed jacking off.  He watched the
progress of his dimunition by how tall the terrarium became with each
passing stroke.  Soon, he stepped over the ledge and onto the glass floor. 
He was only a foot tall, but knew that he'd have to get a lot smaller to
find Sam.  Continuing his masturbation, he slowly stepped towards the
buildings.  They were carefully arranged in order of decreasing size from
one end of the incubator to the other.  They were made of paper mache and
cloth -- certainly not enough to stand up to a storm, but plenty for this
setting. 
   At a height of six inches, he poked his head in the first building and
looked around.  No sign that anyone had been in there.  Stroking all the
while, he made his way down the street.  There were a few buildings that
Sam had probably been inside (Ron could tell because the doors were left
open), but there was no indication he was still there.  He looked back up
the street to gauge his progress.  He was perhaps an inch high when he
started calling for Sam to come out. 
   Finally, Ron found the last building that looked like it had been 
opened and went inside.  There in the corner on a patch of fluff was a 
small form which could only be Sam.  He had almost certainly came in here 
and fallen asleep, not thinking about how he would get out again.

                  *                  *                  *

   Sam had hear Ron calling for him, and he sat up as he saw the giant
approach him.  Ron was still impossibly huge, and he had another hardon! 
'Maybe this isn't so bad after all,' thought Sam.  He immediately realized
what he was thinking and thought to push the pleasure away, but somehow it
wouldn't go.  Without a word, Ron picked him up and held him in one hand
against Ron's hairy, muscled chest.  Leaving the building, Ron stepped out
into the street and continued walking towards the ever-smaller buildings. 
   Sam shifted position in Ron's arm, and thought for a moment that he 
might be getting bigger.  A quick check against the buildings verified he 
was not.  No, somehow Ron's body was contracting.  Sam looked down to see 
Ron slowly stroking his thick cock and then looked back up at the bearded 
face -- which was only a few times too large now.  Yes, definitely Ron 
was shrinking down to Sam's size.
   "Good morning," breathed the large man.
   "Uh, hi," said Sam.  "Where are you taking me?" he asked.
   "To someplace which is a little more your size," came the reply.
   "How small do these buildings get?"
   "Oh, as small as I felt like making them.  What does size even mean when 
you are this small?  All that matters is relative size.  This would have 
taken forever if I had to do them one at a time.  But, as you can tell, I 
figured out a quick way to shrink things."
   "But my clothes didn't shrink when you sprayed me with that stuff."
   "No, but you don't really think that was just an oversight on my part, 
do you?"
   "OK..." said Sam, trying to think of a way to change the subject.  
"Are you going to give me another bath?" he asked.
   Ron looked at him.  "Well, no.  Why?  Did you enjoy it?"
   "Yes," Sam admitted.  "A lot more than I thought I would, that's for 
sure."  They turned into a building which Sam thought was a reasonable 
size.  Ron pushed Sam ahead of him and then had to crawl through the 
door.  Sam decided Ron was about triple his own size.
   Ron herded Sam over to sit on something soft.  Ron crouched down in 
front of Sam and still was barely able to fit in the room.  Not asking 
for permission, he rubbed Sam's tiny cock with a thick, rough finger.  
Sam looked down as his cock jumped to attention with a mind of its own.  
Ron began to gently rub the nub of his hardon, but he was big and a 
little bit clumsy with it.
   "Here," Ron said, as he guided one of Sam's hands to the two-footer 
which poked out from between his big legs.  Very tentatively, Sam began to 
rub the rough, hot head of the cock.  Ron was literally hung like a horse 
-- but so much thicker than any horse would ever be.  Sam edged a little 
closer to Ron's enormous hairy body to get both hands involved.
   He noticed that Ron was getting a little less clumsy with his own cock,
and Sam spread his legs a little to provide easier access.  Edging closer
to Ron again, he realized that he wasn't handling a two foot cock any
more.  It was only about eighteen inches.  Still comically large, but
smaller than before.  Sam had a flash of realization, 'that explained why
Ron was walking around playing with himself earlier -- that is how he
shrinks!'
   Armed with this new knowlege, Sam went to work on Ron, as hard and fast
as his little hands would let him.  Ron looked up at him and only smiled,
as his hands were finally small enough to wrap around Sam's miniscule
hardon. It did not emerge with each stroke, but soon it would.
   All this action was taking its toll on Sam, and as Ron's cock neared
the one foot mark, he looked into his lap to see the very tip of his own
normal-sized prick emerge from Ron's fist and start shooting.  The first
contraction was so strong it took his breath away.  He didn't even notice
that the large cock still in his hands had started bucking and spraying
its load onto his chest as well.  Ron's stroking didn't let up, and Sam
came again and again and again, more than he had ever cum at one time
before.  Gradually, it subsided. 
   Dizzy, he looked into the large, bearded face.  "Wow," was all he could 
say.

                  *                  *                  *

   Sam had noticed that he hadn't got any smaller since Ron jacked him 
off that morning.  He had done some more exploring, but mostly just 
rested.  He noticed that he really didn't get hungry or bored.  Whatever 
other effects the shrinking potion had on him, it seemed that his demeanor
had changed quite a lot.  Everywhere in the village seemed the same 
temperature as everywhere else, and there wasn't much to do, so resting 
was pleasant.
   Several hours after Ron left in the morning, he returned, hardon in 
hand, slowly stroking himself down to size just as before.
   "Well, I'm afraid your visit here is almost through," said Ron, still 
a giant.  "We need to return you to normal size so we can both get on 
with our lives."  Ron layed down in the street between buildings.  "Come 
out here and we'll wrap up."
   Sam came out of the building and looked up at the giant standing 
before him.  Ron was about four times too big -- but a lot more 
manageable than when this escapade had begun.  Ron layed down on his 
back, and Sam came over to sit on the huge chest which expanded with 
Ron's regular breaths.
   "How are you going to get me back to normal?" Sam asked, playing with 
the hairy mat he was sitting on.
   "Oh, don't you worry about that," came the reply.  
   "This has been a great trip.  Are you sure we have to quit?"
   "Well, I don't think I need to be responsible for the safety of a man 
quite as tiny as you.  Now, the next changes may be a bit disorienting.  
You'll have to deal with that."
   Without waiting for a reply, Ron picked Sam up, turned him around, and 
slid Sam's small, soft cock all the way into his mouth.  Sam wrapped his 
legs around Ron's hairy face and propped himself up on his elbows below 
the other's chin.
   In no time, Ron had him hard and was sucking away.  Sam noticed that 
Ron had gone soft.  He stretched his arms out towards the soft cock which 
snaked lazily in Ron's crotch, but his fingers barely extended past Ron's 
nipples.  He closed his eyes to enjoy the great blowjob, and rocked 
gently against Ron's face, keeping his cock fully inside Ron's mouth.
   Soon, another orgasm welled up inside of Sam, and his small prick 
started spitting into Ron's hot maw.  Unperturbed, Ron kept rubbing Sam's 
cock with his tongue until he went completely soft.  Ron rolled Sam off 
him and stood up.  Sam stood up too, to find that he was already a 
waist-height with Ron.
   Ron took of a silver cockring which Sam hadn't noticed before and 
began expanding visibly.  "This will go a lot faster if I carry you," 
said Ron, picking Sam up again.
   Ron quickly made his way through the buildings to one end of the 
incubator.  Sam felt Ron's chest expand with each step until he was small 
and thought he might become lost in the hairy morass if he became too 
much smaller.  Ron stood at the end of the incubator until he was tall 
enough to reach over the edge.
   "I'm going to need both of my hands," Ron said.  He lowered Sam's
miniature form to his crotch.  "Hold on."  Sam wrapped his arms around
Ron's warm, thick cock and did as he was instructed.  He could feel it
thicken in his embrace, but couldn't tell if Ron was getting hard or just
getting bigger.
   Ron swung his body over the edge of the glass wall and onto the
carpetted floor.  Sam dangled helplessly until he could find a foothold
and crouch on the rim of Ron's cockhead.  Ron pulled up a T-shirt which
was much too big for him, and slipped it on.  It hung like a tent on his
body, but he didn't seem to pay it any attention.  His cock continued to
expand, and was almost half Sam's height all ready.  He looked down and 
vertigo clutched at him.  It was a hundred feet to the floor or more.  He 
hung on more tightly.
   Ron pulled some sweat pants up to his knees.  They were also too big, 
but contracting fast and soon would be just fine.  Ron cupped his hand 
under his balls and looked down at Sam's tiny form.  He said nothing.  
Sam's arms couldn't even reach around the circumference of his cock now, 
and this alarmed Sam quite.
   Darkness closed.

                  *                  *                  *

   As Ron pulled his sweat pants the rest of the way up, but he kept one
hand around his balls, to catch Sam should he fall.  He walked out into 
the living room, now returned to his normal size, and took Sam's keys off 
the kitchen counter.
   He walked out into the parking lot, and no one was around.  He quickly 
slid himself into the driver's seat of Sam's car and reclined slightly.  
Pulling down his pants, he saw Sam was still holding on to a soft cock 
which was as big as he was.  Ron put his hand out next to it, and Sam 
gratefully stepped over.
   Ron brought Sam close to his face.  He could see Sam was growing back
to normal size, but it was much slower than removing the cock ring had
been. "Now, next time you come for a visit," Ron said.  "You will use the
front door.  Is that understood?" 
   Sam might have said something, but if so, it was quiet and too small 
to hear head on.  Ron said, "I can't hear you, but that was a yes or no 
question.  Just shake your head."
   Sam shook his head in the affirmative.
   "Very good.  I'm leaving you in your car with your clothes.  I'll keep 
your knife, but I'm sure you have plenty of others.  I'll give your gun 
to some of the handgun enthusiasts at work -- or maybe I'll use it 
myself, next time they go shooting.  I would lecture you about breaking 
into people's houses, but hopefully this little visit has alarmed you 
enough to stay out of places you don't know anything about."  Not waiting 
for a reply, Ron set the four-inch Sam on the pile of clothes in the 
passenger's seat and got out of the car.

==============================================================================

Ron & Dean #3

   Dean tossed aside his shirt and sat down on the bed next to Ron.  "OK,"
he said, "Something new for us to try?" 
   "Yep," came the reply.  "Patrick and I have been talking a lot more
since the start of this year.  He sent me some instructions for cancelling
the effects of these potions." 
   "And... what is the point of that?" asked Dean. 
   "Well, I don't mean *cancel* them entirely.  I guess the word is more
like 'abate' or something -- it's so that you can influence what parts of
an object or person are affected.  The application that came immediately to
mind to both Pat and I was bigger dicks."
   "What do you mean?"
   "Well, evidently Pat has some friend -- Chris -- who he uses it on to
grow out Chris' cock.  It sounds entertaining anyway." 
    "So, where's the stuff?" asked Dean, ready to give it a try. 
    "Pat didn't send a sample, he just sent instructions.  I imagine that
everything will work the same for me as it does for him, but you never can
tell.  I haven't tried out my batch yet."  He produced a shallow plastic
dish with some translucent substance in it. 
    "Looks good to me," said Dean, leaning over to scoop some out into his
fingers.  Ron just watched.  "You already have a big dick, let's see how
much bigger we can make it." 
    Without waiting for permission, Dean smeared the salve on the top of
Ron's sleeping cock.  It was cool, and Ron drew in a breath.  Before he
could get another word out, Dean had already pushed his legs apart and
massaged the substance into the warm, exposed flesh.  Actually, Ron had
intended to enlarge *Dean's* cock, but it seemed pointless to mention that
now.  Just the attention was making Ron hard, and he decided against saying
anything one way or the other.
   "So all we need now," Ron said, "is the right kind of shrinking
potion."  He got up and moved over to his dresser, cock waving in the air. 
Dean smiled at the sight.  "Patrick wasn't really clear on this point, so
I'll just pick ... this ... one."  Ron held up a vial to the light,
flicked off the cap and quaffed it in one smooth motion. 
    "Come back over here, and we'll see what can be done with that cock at
its current size." said Dean.  Ron smiled, set down the empty vial and
came back over to sit on the bed.  He reached over and kissed Dean,
feeling their moustaches mingle.  Slowly, Dean's hands wandered across the
gap to Ron's hairy chest, petting it softly and feeling for the nipples
which stood out from a solid, muscular base. 
   Before Ron could grab Dean's cock, Dean stood up and stepped up on the
bed.  Ron turned to look, and Dean settled himself down on the bed right
behind Ron.  Dean's own hardening cock rested against Ron's back. 
   With one hand, Dean reached around Ron's thick body and fished briefly
in his lap -- just long enough to find the eight-inch cock which stood at
attention, waiting for marching orders.  With the other hand, he stroked
the hair on the lumberjack's chest, trailing away down into his lap.  Ron
was several inches taller than Dean, so Dean just turned his head and
rested it on Ron's neck.  The prickle of Dean's wiry moustache hairs on
such sensitive skin sent a quick shiver through Ron.  Dean settled into
regular strokes, and Ron closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling. 
   After a minute, Dean lifted his head off Ron's neck and started kissing
it instead.  His left hand continued to pet the big man's front side, and
his right hand continued to pump away, mining for the certain white gold
rush.  As Ron slowly began to lose inches, Dean was soon pushing his nose
and moustache through the other's curly hair.  So far, other than that
visual clue, there hadn't been any indication that Ron was smaller. 
   Ron noticed the change in Dean's behavior and opened his eyes to see
the room was about the same size as always.  His mind was wandering, and
he looked into his lap where Dean was dutifully pumping away.  It was hard
to say whether his cock was any bigger just by looking.  If it was, it
wasn't by much. 
   As Dean's steady strokes took their toll on Ron's height, he could look
out over his friend's head entirely to see the room beyond.  Ron's cock
felt the same big inches as always, but the rest of him had shrunk about a
foot in height.  He had also narrowed somewhat, and Dean edged closer to
press his front against Ron's back again.  His own hard cock applied
gentle pressure to Ron's backside.  This new position allowed Dean to pick
up the speed a bit. 
   Ron leaned his head back all the way to look up at Dean's moustache
right overhead.  Dean leaned sideways a little and kissed Ron deeply, his
left hand coming up to hold Ron close against him.  They held the kiss as
long as it was comfortable, as each stroke shortened Ron by a small
amount.  Finally, Ron pulled away.  He pushed his head back and felt it
come to rest nicely just under Dean's chin. 
   Ron turned his attention to his lap again.  Dean's big hand was now
pumping away faster and the change was obvious.  Ron's tall hardon stood
out almost a foot in length.  He spread his legs a little and reached down
to weigh his balls in his hand.  They too were large, of course.  Half
again their usual size. 
   With Ron's muscular body out of the way, Dean was able to pick up the
pace once again.  Ron could feel himself getting hotter -- and smaller.  It
wouldn't be too much longer before he would blow.  He felt the hair on his
head begin to mingle with that on Dean's chest as he diminished further.
His balls had grown to the point that he could only hold one in his hand at
a time, and Dean was stroking away at a sixteen inch cock.
   Ron had seen a lot of big dicks before.  It is an occupational hazard
when you spend time shrinking yourself and your friends.  But this
experience was qualitatively different -- since it was his own cock which
was balooning up.  He looked at Dean's legs, which were now thick and
oaken next to his small ones.  He turned his head to look through the 
hair on Dean's chest and at a large nipple which poked up.  Ron estimated 
his own height at 30 inches.  Any second now he was going to go. 
   But somehow, he didn't.  He just kept getting smaller and even more
anxious.  His cock stretched enormously in front of him, with Dean's
steady jacking motions uninterrupted.  Dean's chest stretched away above
him; his mouth would soon be in range of Dean's own stiff prick.  If he
could have leaned forward, he could have licked the head of the huge member
which was attached to him. 
   Ron started to bounce off the bed with each stroke, and Dean quickly
reached around and put a hand on Ron's leg and over his balls to hold him
to the bed.  Ron was covered in sweat and could hardly see straight,
filled with all the orgasmic energy that had charged up.  He looked -- up!
to see the head of his own cock being jacked off.  Dean's cock poked at
the back of his head. 
   Finally, thankfully, he came.  In a huge rush, he felt his balls
tighten under his legs, and his cock started pumping out load after load
of cum.  The first few squirts arced high into the air.  It just kept
coming, and soon Ron's yard-long hardon was covered with its slickness as
it dripped down on him.  Gradually, it tapered off.  Ron was small and wet
and still trying to catch his breath. 
   Before Ron had his wits entirely about him, Dean picked him up by his
new, long handle.  'Ow,' thought Ron.  But a few moments after the
surprise wore off, he realized it wasn't painful at all.  The rest of his
body was only slightly more than a foot high, and it was very light
compared to his huge prick.  His balls hung down to his feet, pushing his
legs out of the way. 
   "Somehow, I don't think this is quite what Patrick had in mind," said
Ron, dangling in the air in front of Dean's giant face. 
   "Well, I Like The Results Anyway," said Dean.  He set Ron down in front
of his enormous body.  With one hand, he rubbed the tip of Ron's thick
cock, keeping it hard, and with the other, he started to service himself. 
   Ron always liked watching other guys jack off -- especially big guys
like this.  Watching it was getting him hot, and he wanted to get
involved, but he could hardly move the weight of this new cock. 
   Dean felt Ron squirming and looked at him.  He smiled and lifted Ron in
the air again, leaning back onto the bed.  Ron watched as his huge
friend's body passed underneath him.  Dean's big mouth opened wide, and
for a moment, he was afraid he was going to be swallowed. 
   But no, Dean just slipped Ron's large cock into his mouth and left the
rest of his body to dangle on his face.  Ron's balls rolled to each side,
out of the way of Dean's nose.  Ron pushed his small knees down into the
thick hair of Dean's moustache.  With a jolt that was like the beginning
of a carnival ride, Ron felt Dean start to apply regular suction to his
cock.  Looking out of the expanse of body between him and Dean's big cock,
Ron watched as Dean jacked himself off. 
   Ron could feel the change in Dean's breathing before he saw any other
signs.  The suction on his cock continued, smooth and steady, but Dean's
breath was easy to feel blowing along his small, furry form in short,
quick breaths. 
   Dean stopped sucking briefly, and Ron watched as quarts of whiteness
oozed from the end of the giant cock in Dean's hand.  Then Dean resumed
sucking more gently than before, allowing Ron's cock to soften into 
something a little more manageable. 
   Even soft, it was still difficult to move without help, and Dean
noticed his struggles and carefully gathered Ron up and set him on his
hairy chest.  It was a strange sensation for Ron -- on one hand, his balls
resting against hair on a familiar chest, and on the other hand, his butt
resting against the roughness of giant stalks of Dean's hair. 
   "Well, how do we get you back in one piece?" Dean asked.
   "I'm really more concerned about *this* right now," Ron said, hoisting 
the heavy, soft hose which grew from between his legs.  "Pat said 
something about it staying in effect for days or weeks."  He sighed, 
puzzled.  "I can't very well go around with a cock like this, even if I 
am six feet tall."
   "Hmmm...." Dean concurred, his mind also working the possibilities.  
"Well, you know more about this stuff than I do," he said.  "But, I do 
recall one particular evening where you used some kind of topical potion 
to reduce both me and your cock at the same time.  Would that work?"
   "I don't know," Ron considered the idea.  "If you recall, that potion 
continued to work all night, making my dick smaller and smaller.  It 
wasn't until you sucked me off that it sprang back up to normal size.  I 
don't know how we could do something like that."
   Dean layed quietly, looking at Ron, his ideas exhausted.  An awkward 
silence descended on the room.
   "Oh, I have an idea." Ron said finally.  "Go over to the top drawer of 
my dresser and we'll see what we can come up with."
   Dean gently rolled Ron onto the bed and then went over to the drawer.  
He pulled out several different labeled vials and brought them back over 
to Ron.  "Let's use that one," Ron said, pointing.
   Dean pulled off the cork.  "Now, how are you going to drink this?" he 
asked.
   Ron hadn't solved this part of the problem yet, but quickly came up 
with an answer.  "Go back to my dresser and see if you can find one of 
those plastic caps for film containers.  That should do."  Dean did as he 
was asked and soon found a grey lid and poured some potion into it.  
Careful not to spill any, he handed the disk to Ron, who drank as much of 
the potion as he could.
   "Now, I need for you to finish with that blowjob," Ron said.  "And be 
careful not to swallow me."

                     *               *              *

   Dean was a little puzzled by this, but decided that it was a harmless 
request.  Laying back down on the bed, he took Ron's soft cock in his 
mouth and started sucking.  In a flash, Ron was hard again and Dean 
worked to apply all his experience to get his friend off.
   Only two minutes later, Dean felt Ron's cock swell in one of the 
tell-tale signs of an impending ejaculation.  Carefully, he placed one 
finger under his nose, pinning Ron's normal sized balls and small legs 
against his moustache.  Dean continued sucking, confident that when Ron 
came, he'd end up caught in the wiry moustache hair instead of inhaled.
   At last Ron climaxed.  The first spurt had a lot of volume, but was
watery as all second-string ejaculations are.  Dean swallowed it easily. 
As Ron's cock recoiled for the second squirt, Dean felt it shorten and
narrow.  Only five inches instead of eight now the second blast of cum
came, again, swallowed right up.  Ron came twice more in Dean's mouth
before his cock shrank enough to slip out from between his lips.  The rest
of Ron's body had also contracted, although not nearly as quickly as his
cock.  Dean could feel Ron's small form, surely less than an inch now,
wiggle about in his moustache and sighed, relieved that Ron hadn't been 
swallowed.
   He sat up on the bed to decide what to do next.  As he looked over at
Ron's dresser, he felt his stomach churning as Ron's cum was absorbed
directly into his body.  He put a hand against his abdomen.  He didn't
really feel like he was going to vomit, but suddenly he was very dizzy. 
All at once, Dean felt his body collapse in on him. 
   Dean had plenty of experience with being jerked around by potions which
reduced his body rapidly, but he hadn't experienced one this sudden or
extreme.  One moment, he was looking at the dresser which stood a few feet
away.  In the next moment, he shrank so suddenly it lifed him off the 
mattress.  Almost without translation, he went from six feet to less than 
six inches.
   Ron's small body was hurled out of his moustache and into space as the 
two fell back onto the bed.  They both bounced a few times before coming 
to rest.  Dean returned to his senses more quickly than Ron, and looked 
about to find his charge, who lay several yards away.
   Crawling over to Ron, he asked, "What the hell was that?"
   "Well," Ron tried to explain as he caught his breath.  "I've had a few 
experiences where you take one potion, and then take another before the 
first one has worn off.  Somehow, the result is that both of them act.  
And not evenly, either.  They concentrate themselves in the most 
blood-engorged part of your body when they act together."
   "Ok, that explains you asking for a blowjob."  Dean said.  He rubbed 
his hand down Ron's hairy chest, and into his crotch.  The cock rested 
there softly was still out of proportion -- maybe twice as large as it 
should have been for Ron.
   "I figured that would be the easiest way for me to override the salve 
we applied earlier.  It was just a gamble, and it could have turned out 
badly, but it didn't."
   "What about me, my clumsy little magician?" Dean asked, a little testy 
that Ron hadn't volunteered the answer already.
   "I don't know anything about that.  One moment I was safely in your 
moustache with a more reasonable cock, and the next moment I'm falling 
through space," Ron said  What did you do?" he asked.
   "I didn't do anything!" Dean protested.
   "Hey, calm down.  This stuff always wears off pretty quickly," Ron 
reminded Dean.  "You'll be fine.  Sure, we won't be able to watch TV 
while we wait, but we'll manage."
   Dean took a breath.  He wasn't sure why he had suddenly been so 
concerned, but whatever the reason, it seemed to have passed now.  
"Sorry," he said.  "All I did was take your load.  When you came, I 
swallowed everything that ended up in my mouth.  I sat up and looked 
around.  Then I felt queasy, and my tummy started to rumble.  Suddenly 
there was a rush of air and I was lifted off the mattress as I collapsed 
around my center of gravity.  The change was instantaneous," he said, 
"and a little bit alarming." he added.
   "Hmmm..." Ron said contemplatively.  "It must be that the potions' 
effects were concentrated in my cum too.  When you swallowed it, it acted 
like a super-strong shrinking potion.  Since it was already in my cum, it 
was probably easy to metabolize and went right into your bloodstream.  
This is all new to me, since I've never been around anyone else when I 
did two potions at once.  I knew what would happen to me, but not you."
   "Well, I guess it doesn't matter now." Dean said.  "We know that slave 
works," he smiled, "although its use needs a little fine-tuning."  Dean 
layed down on the mattress, and set Ron's small body on his chest.

==============================================================================

Ron & Paul #1

[I will fill out this story more someday.  Like, what happens that evening
downtown (we all know that Paul has another trip to the adult bookstore 
in his future), and how the "one-foot day" goes.  I have to confess I just 
can't stay interested when the plot wanders too far away from shrinking my
hapless characters into smaller and smaller forms, and them getting off on
it!  Sorry.  I'm just going to have to leave those parts of the stories to 
other authors.]

   Ron opened the small package hastily.  It had Patrick's return address,
which meant it could only be a few different things.  In moments, the
heavy, fibrous packaging was shredded in Ron's strong hands.  There was
another plain silver cockring indistinguishable from the one he already
had, and a brief note: 

	Dear Ron,

	My experimentation has been going well.  Here is a
	new ring for you to try out with your friends.  It
	works just about the same as the one I gave you at
	Christmastime.  I'll let you figure out the difference --
	it should add some surprise to your adventures.

	Sincerely,
	Patrick

   'Hmmm...' Ron wasn't sure what he thought of that "surprise" stuff.  
On the other hand, Patrick hadn't steered him wrong before, so why start 
worrying about it now?  A plant inspection was coming up, which would 
allow he and someone else to spend a few days together without work.  He 
thought about calling Dean, but Dean didn't work at the plant.  Paul 
would be a good choice.  He set the ring down on his dresser, stacked on 
top of the first one from Patrick.  He looked at the two, trying to 
decide how he would tell them apart.  Finally, he shrugged.  The new one 
was on top of the stack.  That should be enough for him, Ron thought.  He 
picked up the phone...

             *                       *                         *

   Ron climbed into the cab of Paul's truck.  They had decided it would 
be easiest for Paul to give Ron a ride to work, so they wouldn't have to 
retrieve a second car.  "Where to now?" Paul asked.
   "Well, somewhere with a little privacy so I can get to work," Ron 
said.  "Then it's up to you where to take me for an evening on the town."
   "OK.  This truck is up pretty high, so you should be able to start 
once we get out of this lot.  I'll find some nice residential area 
without a lot of other cars and we'll go from there." Paul replied.
   Ron pulled the ring out of his pocket.  He looked around and was just
looking down on other cars.  Slowly, as they left the plant, he unzipped
his fly.  It was a little weird -- he'd never really jacked off in public
like this before.  He squirmed a little bit as he pushed his briefs down
and then slipped the cool metal over his soft cock.  He looked at the
pair, now united, resting in his lap.  It was a little hard to get
motivated. 
   Paul must have sensed this discomfort, because he reached over to
squeeze Ron's cock in a few gentle milking motions.  In a few heartbeats,
Ron was hard as a rock and a stiff eight inches -- easy to grab.  "There, 
there.  That's much better," Paul said.  He smiled.
   Ron smiled too.  Paul took his hand back, and Ron grabbed his hardon
firmly.  In a few moments, he had settled down into a regular jackoff
rythum.  A few moments after that, he felt the tell-tale changes begin to
take hold.  His boots were too heavy and his shirt was baggy.  He looked
over at Paul, who had grown a few inches.  There was always a certain
thrill to using this magic. 
   Stroking harder now, and faster, Ron watched as the truck's dashboard 
grew wider and deeper.  His boots cluncked on the floor of the cab as 
they fell off his small feet.  In a moment, he couldn't see over the dash 
at all, and his shirt was beginning to get in the way.  He stopped for a 
moment to remove it.
   Seeing an opportunity, Paul reached over to participate.  Ron's cock
was tiny already, where a few minutes before it had been larger than his
own.  Paul smiled.  His pinky rubbed against the wispy fur on Ron's tummy. 
He pulled out of the road into a parking space. 
   "I'll polish you off," Paul said as Ron finished extricating himself 
from the tent which had been his shirt only a short while before.  Paul 
always liked jacking Ron off -- it was a power trip to hold another man's 
pulsing cock in your hand -- to be in control of his pleasure.  Ron liked 
it too!  But it was a special treat to jack off a big friend who was 
gradually shrinking away.  Not only did you control his pleasure, but you 
had the potential to control everything else too.
   Ron layed down on his clothes as Paul stroked away.  Paul's hands were 
rough on Ron's sensitive skin.  Big fingers came up between his legs to 
rub against the tiny balls they found there.  Soon Ron was less than a 
foot tall, as the giant Paul leaned over him.  He felt the beginnings of 
an orgasm.  Then, at six inches, Ron came.  His tiny droplets of cum 
sprayed past his head, but they were ignored by Paul who kept right on 
stroking with two fingers.  Ron writhed in pleasure as the orgasm 
gradually ebbed out of him.
   Paul slowed his stroking.  "There," rumbled the big voice, "How's 
That?"  Paul scooped Ron up in two hands and held him near his huge face.
   "great." came the small reply.
   As they had agreed upon earlier, Paul dropped Ron into the left pocket 
of his shirt, piled up Ron's clothes, and headed out of the residential 
area for downtown.

             *                       *                         *

[Evening on the town left for another author]

             *                       *                         *

   It was just barely morning.  Paul saw the daylight creeping into his
room, and turned to look next to him on the bed.  Ron slept soundly, his
breathing regular and his face relaxed.  For a moment, Paul admired the
bigger man's body -- his thick, hairy chest and his strong arms.  As they
had both suspected, the long night had restored Ron to his proper size. 
Perhaps at the very bottom of his mind, Paul felt just a little bit of 
envy at his friend's genetic good luck. 
   Paul smiled to himself.  Was he really getting caught in the age-old
question of who had the bigger dick?  They, like any sex-partners in the
world, already knew the answer to that one.  In this pairing, Ron's was
bigger by about an inch.  Paul's smile widened.  'Not for long,' he thought
to himself.

             *                       *                         *

   Ron awoke very slowly.  In the haze of his sleepiness, he felt something
pressing him into consciousness.  The bed was warm, and he was very
comfortable.  His body felt good this morning.  He blinked his eyes, trying
out the morning light.  He rapidly became aware of what had woken him.
   Paul's hand was around his cock, slowly stroking away.  By the feel of
things, Paul had been stroking it for a brief while now.  He turned up on 
his side and quite suddenly kissed Paul deeply.  How thoughtful to be 
provided with his morning masturbation session before he was even awake!
   With the positive feedback, Paul's stroking became quicker and 
steadier.  Ron continued to kiss Paul and rub his beard against the 
other's face.  With a wiggle, Ron brought his hairy, muscular chest to 
rest near Paul's smooth one, providing a gentle tickle.
   As Paul's stroking took hold, Ron could no longer kiss Paul easily and 
opened his eyes.  Instead, he rubbed himself along the sensitive skin of 
Paul's neck.  He could feel Paul's hand growing already -- or rather, his 
hard cock was shrinking in its grasp, already down an inch.  He 
bent to find one of Paul's easily accessible nipples and started sucking.
   When the nipple receeded out of easy reach, Ron rolled over onto his
back.  He was at least two feet shorter than when he had woken, maybe a
little more.  Paul kneeled over his small form.  Ron reached up to stroke
the big dick which hung down between the large man's legs.  In a minute,
Paul was hard, and he leaned over Ron, to provide better access to the
hardon.  The cock was already comically large -- more than a foot long.  
He could tell by looking at Paul's face that his efforts were not 
entirely in vain, however, as he used both hands to stroke the thick 
member, and watched as Paul only grew in size.
   He felt his inevitable orgasm arrive, and opened his eyes to see 
Paul's giant form kneeling over him, jacking off too.  Paul's cock must 
have been at least a yard long, and his huge balls bounced beneath him.  
The first hot spurt of his own cock obliterated those meanderings of his 
absent mind, however.
   As usual, Paul kept stroking even after the last of the shots, but this
time he stopped sooner.  Ron layed back contentedly, watching the other's
regular strokings.  He wasn't really paying attention as Paul gently
removed his cock ring.  He thought to speak out, but then decided against
it.  He was 12 or 15 inches tall right now, and by removing the ring, Paul
should have just placed him on the express train back to normal size.  He
watched as the ring automatically resized itself to Paul's huge, hard cock. 
With hardly a pause, Paul was at it again, pumping away. 
   Ron watched from below.  Paul was slowly contracting, as everyone who 
wore that ring did while jacking off.  It was most noticeable in Paul's 
balls, since his cock was being jerked around too much to watch closely.  
But Paul was already near an orgasm this morning, and Ron was very 
pleased as several quarts of hot, sticky cum splashed out of Paul's 
two-footer and onto his own hairy body.  He laughed, feeling it ooze and 
tickle his sensitive skin.
   Paul moved away to find some kleenex.  "You know," he said, "The best 
part of getting you off when you're so small is that there's really 
nothing for me to clean up afterwards."  Ron sat up on the mattress.
   It wasn't until Paul came over with a fistful of kleenex that Ron 
really noticed something was wrong.  Paul was already bigger than when he 
had cum by an inch.  (You notice every inch when you're only a foot 
high.)  But he hadn't grown a bit.  He frowned as Paul rubbed the rough 
material all over his muscular little body.  It was Paul who spoke first.
   "You're still kinda small, don't you think?" he said.
   "Well, actually, I was noticing that myself."  Ron replied.  "Patrick 
did send me a new cock ring, but I thought I left that one at home.  
Maybe I screwed that up."  His mind whirred, "But you seem to be growing 
back to normal size, although slowly.  And I did gradually all last 
night."
   "Hmmm...  Well, this is a little strange, isn't it." Paul said, 
getting up to throw away the kleenex.
   "Um, maybe the only way to get back to normal is to wear the ring 
around and wait patiently." Ron said tentatively.
   "Yeah.  I'm thinking the same thing," Paul said.  He stepped into the 
bathroom and closed the door.
   Ron was beginning to get concerned.  He had been shrunk plenty of
times, but never did it feel quite this out of control.  Even when it was
a potion of some kind that he had no control over, at least he knew it
would wear off.  He told himself to relax, and that Paul probably just
wanted to be restored to normal first before surrendering the ring. 
   It was several long minutes before Paul came out of the bathroom again. 
Ron wandered up the enormous bed to the pillows and reclined himself into
their softness.  He was small and light as he crashed into one, but not
terrifically small -- certainly big enough to wander around safely in a
clean house. 
   When Paul did come out, he was almost back to his normal size.  Ron 
watched the large, naked giant cross the long expanse of floor which 
separated them.  Paul came to sit on the bed near Ron.  "Well," Paul 
said, "I've made a decision."
   "Oh?" Ron asked.
   "Yeah.  We had a good time last night; it was a nice change from 
always looking up at you.  Since we have a few days off from work coming 
up, I think we can just extend your adventuring a while longer."
   Ron wasn't sure what to think of this.  Paul must have read that in 
his face as he continued.  "You'll be fine; safe.  I'll keep track of 
you, and you'll need my help around the house.  Think of it as your 
'one-foot' day."  With that, Paul stood up and walked over to the closet 
to find some clothes.  "How often do you get to wander around the world 
with this vantage point?" he called over his shoulder.
   Ron opened his mouth, and then shut it again.  He really wasn't in my
of a position to bargain, and he knew that Paul wouldn't willfully let him
come to any harm.  He'd been a lot smaller than this on other occasions,
but never for a whole day.  With a sigh, he resigned himself to it and
decided to play along. 

             *                       *                         *

   Ron awoke the next morning on the same cushon he had fallen asleep upon
last night.  It was the same dimension -- he was still a foot-high man. 
He looked over to see that Paul was already awake and turning the silver
ring over and over in his hand.  He looked at it, and then over at Ron. 
That's when he noticed that Ron was awake. 
   "Hello." He said.
   "Hi."  Ron said, his voice small and high.
   "Well, I guess your first one-foot day is over," said the giant.
   "First?" Asked Ron, becoming concerned again.
   "You mean you don't want another?"
   "Well, not really."
   "OK," said Paul, his large head moving close.  Ron could feel his hot, 
wet breath blow against his small, hairy legs.  Paul put his nose into 
Ron's lap and inhaled.  The strong suction pulled up his soft cock 
immediately.  "Let me enjoy you like this again, and then we can try 
something different." he said.
   What choice did Ron have?  In truth, though, he did enjoy this and he 
spread his legs to make it easier on Paul.  A rough, hot tounge lept out 
from between Paul's lips, and he rubbed the length of Ron's tiny hardon.  
Ron's cock stiffened and was ready for action as the tongue came again 
and again to wrap it in warmth and wetness.  Ron leaned back and closed 
his eyes.  Paul was shifting his position again, moving his arm.  One 
big finger, almost as long as Ron's leg, probed his crotch, feeling for 
the soft folds of skin there.
   "Be Gentle!" Ron hissed.  "Careful," but he didn't open his eyes.  
Paul pulled back for a moment, probably to reassess after Ron's remark, 
and then the tongue came again, hot and wet, licking and stroking his 
whole cock easily.
   Soon, Paul's large tongue was stroking more than just Ron's cock, it
was licking his hairy chest and making each nipple stand up in turn.  The
feeling was exquisite!  'I'll have to ask Dean about this next time we're
together,' Ron thought.  He reached down to jack off the final few strokes
it would take to get him off, eyes still closed. 
   Sitting up, he felt the pillow's fabric chaff at his butt, but he paid 
it no mind.  With a few last, deliberate strokes he began to cum, 
shooting his wads off in several different directions.  Slowly, he opened 
his eyes.  He blinked and opened them again.
   He was sitting level with Paul's nose, looking into a pair of giant
eyes.  He had been shrinking again!  He was only a few inches now.  He
looked into his lap and saw the silver band of a cock ring.  Somehow, Paul
must have slipped it on him during all that licking.  That must have kept
the metal warm so he didn't even notice it when Paul slipped it on him.
   "HOW ABOUT A TWO INCH DAY?" rumbled the voice which must belong to 
the giant Paul.  "I GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO HAND THAT RING BACK OVER NOW."
   Ron considered his predicament.  No, he really wasn't interested in 
getting even smaller.  On the other hand, there was no way he could 
resist if Paul wanted to push the issue.  He had to outwit the giant, and 
he knew just the method to do so.
   "OK.  But --" Ron called out.  Paul turned his head so the enormous 
ear was now facing Ron's tiny form.
   "SAY THAT AGAIN?" Paul thundered.
   "I said, OK!  But I'd like to see you jack off over me at this tiny
size!  I'm sure it will be really hot!  I'll give you the ring back when
you get off!" Ron shouted.  "Just be careful not to drown me when you
cum!" he added with a laugh. 
   Paul turned back towards him, and the pleasure on the giant man's face 
was evident.  He kneeled before Ron's pillow, giving Ron a good chance to 
examine the enormity of his friend.  Paul's chest stretched dizzyingly 
high -- too high to even consider.  Instead, Ron looked across at the 
huge mound of hair which sprouted around Paul's ten foot soft hose.  
Balls bigger than monster truck tires swung behind this cock, clearly 
exposed when the huge hand came down to squeeze some hardness into it.
   Ron slid down to lay just in front of Paul's huge erection.  As it 
stiffened, it jumped out into a huge length of 21 feet -- as far 
across as Ron's apartment.  He could feel the rush of wind as Paul started 
jacking off.  Just watching it made Ron hot again, and he reached down to 
his cock, quickly stroking it back to life.
   Paul only looked down and smiled at him a few times during the first 
minute of his morning jackoff session, for which Ron was grateful.  After 
that, he seemed to concentrate more on just getting off.  Ron started to 
stroke himself also, edging forward a few feet at a time.  Soon Ron just 
walked under the huge, hot rod of flesh more than 40 feet long overhead.  
He grabbed a hold of a dangling hair on Paul's balls, and then started to 
jack off rapidly, shrinking away.  As his feet left the ground, he felt 
the hair tighten and wondered absently whether Paul would even feel it.  
It didn't matter, he'd be too small to find in a few more moments anyway.
   He felt the skin of Paul's balls retract tightly, and Ron knew the giant
was now cumming and he was almost out of time to hide.  He hastily found a
large fold of skin to climb into and kept stroking away until it became a
large enough crevass that he could lodge himself into it.  He would wait
until a getaway opportunity arose.

             *                       *                         *

   Paul did feel a sharp tug on one of the hairs on his balls, but he was
so close to cumming he couldn't stop to consider it.  He opened his eyes
and watched as the fruits of his hot orgasm spurted out all over the pillow
-- well beyond where Ron was laying.  Slowly, he returned to his senses and
looked down to find Ron.
   But Ron wasn't there.  Paul was suddenly alarmed.  Ron wasn't big 
enough to surivive in this house alone.  Without moving, he looked all 
around the pillow and mattress.  Under the pillow.  Then under the 
covers, pealing them back one layer at a time.  Careful not to step 
anywhere, he surveyed near the bed.  Nothing.
   'Where has the little man gone?' he wondered.
   He sat back on the bed.  There weren't many options, really.  And 
there was only one way to go looking.  He rummaged through Ron's pants 
and found the other's house keys.  Quickly throwing on some clothes, he 
ran out to the car.

             *                       *                         *

   Ron saw the darkness close, and considered his options.  He could
transfer to the fabric of Paul's underwear -- he was sure of it.  At his
terrifically small size, he could have just waited until Paul got done
wearing them and tossed them in the hamper -- or the washer.  'No,' he
thought.  'That won't do at all.'
   But it was warm and soft where he was, and the heavy skin of Paul's 
balls cushoned every movement and every sound.  He could wait there until 
Paul went to sleep and then slip away.

             *                       *                         *

   Paul burst into Ron's apartment, relieved immediately that there were 
no additional security features of the place.  He didn't know what he was 
looking for, and started in the kitchen.  He found Ron's many alchemical 
setups under the cupboards, but nothing that looked like what he was 
trying to find.
   He rushed into Ron's bedroom and pulled open the middle dresser 
drawer.  Socks and underwear.  He smiled in spite of himself.  Pushing 
that drawer closed, he pulled open the top one.
   Yes.  This must be it.  Rummaging around, Paul found many different 
vials and flasks, but nothing like another cock ring.  Ron must have 
hidden it somewhere else.  But several more minutes of searching turned 
up nothing.  Paul returned to the dresser and selected a few different 
vials which were filled with a deep blue fluid.  He had no idea what the 
various labels of letters and numbers meant, and he was in too much of a 
rush to find out.  He shoved them in his pocket and dashed back out the 
door and into his car.
   Racing back to his place, Paul came in and locked the door behind 
him.  Now he had to make some decisions about how to carry this search 
out.  He went into the kitchen and selected a high-gloss, polished ceramic 
saucer.  With that in hand, he headed back to the bedroom.  He pealed off 
all his clothes -- couldn't have them getting in the way now -- and sat 
back down on the mattress with the vials.  He set the saucer down next to 
him, upside-down so he would be able to slide down it to the mattress, 
should he become very small and need that avenue of escape.
   'This is the hard part,' Paul told himself.  Considering the different 
vials, he selected one.  Then he realized that he had no idea what was in 
any of them, or even if they were the potions Ron had spoke of.  Trying 
to make an intelligent decision out of this was, well, dumb.  He flipped 
the cork out of one at random and quaffed its contents.
   Nothing.  He looked around.  He looked at the saucer.  Nothing had 
changed.  Did he have to wait?
   'No, the cock rings always went to work immediately', he reasoned.  
'Maybe that one just went stale.'  He selected the next vial and 
shotgunned it as well.  'The only other thing is that it always has to do 
with sex.'
   Just as Paul was thinking that, he felt a sensation in his tummy.  It 
began to build and fanned out into the rest of his body rapidly.  At 
first, he wasn't sure what to make of it.  It was kind of tingly and 
amorphous -- some kind of tightening, tingling feeling.
   Reflexively, he pulled himself higher on the bed.  He noticed 
immediately that his feet were off the floor.  He was shrinking at last.  
He stood up on his mattress and saw that already the ceiling was out of 
reach.  'Boy, this is going quickly.' he thought.
   The first spasm came after that.  In one jerking instant, he went from 
four feet to two.  The wind rushed against his face, and he gasped a 
breath, trying to keep up with the changes in pressure.  No sooner had he 
breathed in again that the next spasm came, knocking him down another 
foot in size.  He stumbled onto the large, smooth disk he had set on the 
bed.  Already it was large.
   Another breath, and another spasm grabbed up from the pit of his 
stomach and yanked him down.  He lost his balance and fell over onto the 
hard, cold ceramic dish.  Another spasm or two coursed through him.  Then 
they stopped and he could breath normally again.  He had nothing to 
measure his size against, but he knew it had to be small.  A few inches 
perhaps.

             *                       *                         *

   Ron saw rather than felt the first changes in his host.  The crevass 
narrowed somewhat -- not a lot, but noticeable.  But after the first 
spasm shrunk Paul forcefully, it was clear what was up.  Paul had figured 
out some way to shrink himself, and was coming after him!  Ron responded by 
getting hard again, ready to stroke himself as small as necessary to 
escape the agressor.  Even if Paul's gestures had been meant in a playful 
way, Ron was a little bit annoyed and didn't really feel like getting 
caught by this particular giant again.
   Only a few strokes had been necessary, though.  Paul evidently stopped 
shrinking soon after he started.  There was no way to know the other's 
size, though.  He waited patiently.

             *                       *                         *

   Paul faintly felt an itch -- no, a *russle* in the fleshy sack over 
his balls as he rested on the saucer.  He reached down to itch it, and 
then thought the better of it.  He recalled the sharp pain right before 
he came this morning.  Awareness dawning, he considered that Ron had been 
riding along all this time.  Probably in his favorite spot -- in the 
warm, hairy flesh between his legs.  Paul smiled.
   'OK,' he thought to himself.  'This mystery solved, I can return to my 
normal size and just wait for Ron to come out.  But how do I get back?'  
He sat up and looked at the vials, now huge, sitting on the bed.  Perhaps 
one was an antidote?  No.  Ron had told him about how all this magic was 
sex-based.  Maybe a little sexual stimulation would restore him?  It was 
worth a try.
   Paul leaned back on one arm, and started stroking his cock with the 
other.  He had already cum once this morning, but he knew that if he 
worked at it long enough, he'd expel another white load.
   It took about twenty minutes, and Paul was thinking up every fantasy 
he ever had, trying to find the right buttons to push.  Finally, it paid 
off, and he rolled over on his side so his load would splash away from him, 
and opened his eyes to watch.
   The orgasm gripped his whole body when it came.  It was so strong, 
that Paul was breathing through clenched teeth.  In slow motion, it 
seemed, the first blast came.  He felt it pass through every inch of his 
seven-inch cock and then expel itself onto the ceramic.  His cock then 
recoiled for the next spurt, and recoil it did.  Paul felt it receed away 
from his hand, down to five inches.  Before he could even process what he 
was feeling in his hand, the spurt came out, rushing up towards his 
nose.  Or was he rushing down to meet it?  It was so disorienting, and he 
was getting lightheaded.
   Another shot out of his now small, but still very hard cock.  It was
shrinking out of his grasp, he knew that now.  He blinked and swallowed,
trying very hard not to lose consciousness.  Already the trail of cum from
his first shot stretched far over his head.  He wasn't growing, he was
shrinking all the more, and fast! 
   He felt his cock recoil again and he pulled back his hand.  Another 
white shot arced out and he closed his eyes, too terrified to ponder
his predicament.  Then another series of strong spasms shook him, as his 
cock continued to pulse as his orgasm waned.  These pulses were much 
stronger than usual though, and Paul knew he diminished with every one.

             *                       *                         *

   It all happened too quickly for Ron to respond.  One moment, he was 
waiting quietly in the folds of Paul's skin.  In the next moment, he was 
left behind on a cold ceramic plate, as he saw Paul's body shrink away 
from him.  He ran after it, unable to keep pace with its shrinking, but 
trying anyway.  He didn't want to be left on this cold surface alone, 
that was for sure.

             *                       *                         *

   Finally, Paul dared to open his eyes.  He saw hairy feet and legs.  He
followed them up to a large but softening cock with a ring around its
base.  Ron was standing there over him.  Looming was more the word -- Ron
wasn't his usual six feet, he was more like fifteen.
   Paul just layed there for a moment, watching to see if he would
continue his shrinking and dwindle away into away into nothingness, but
no.  Ron stayed the same huge size, and Paul knew this part of the ride
must be over.  He sat up and looked into his lap.  His cock was contracted
against his body so small that it was hard to find.  He sighed and looked
up at the large man. 
   "I've been a bad boy." Paul said.
   "Yes, you have," replied the deep, strong voice from Ron.
   "But I didn't mean anything by it, honest!" his protest was small and 
feeble, but heartfelt nonetheless.  "God, I feel like I'm a little kid 
again begging his father for forgiveness."  He looked away, ashamed.
   Ron smiled, but Paul couldn't see it.  He knew what it was like to get 
carried away with new toys.  He reached down and grabbed Paul by both his 
arms and picked him up and held him close.
   Paul burrowed into the warmth of the big, strong, hairy chest he was 
being held against.  He settled into one of Ron's thick arms which 
supported him easily.  "Now what?" he asked.  He played absently with the 
thick hair between Ron's pectorals, twirling it around his tiny fingers.
   "Well, we know what happens for me.  I just wait around here, with a 
soft cock in my lap and I'll grow back to normal size.  You, on the other 
hand, may be small for a while yet.  It looks like you were playing in my 
potions."  Paul nodded.  "Sometimes a little sex will snap you out of 
it."  One of Ron's thick fingers wiggled its way between Paul's legs and 
to his miniscule cock.  "But, it looks like you drank two different 
potions -- and *then* tried that way out."
   Paul was surprised at how much Ron deduced so quickly.  Then again, Ron
was the wizard and he wasn't even an apprentice -- just a member of the
general public that the wizard came out to play with from time to time. 
   "So, it's hard to say.  It will take several hours, and you'll probably 
jump up to your normal size fairly rapidly when it wears off.  In the mean 
time, you're welcome to ride around on me."
   Already, Paul could feel himself smaller against Ron's firm, furry 
body.  Ron sat down on the dish.
   "Couldn't you have chosen something a little more comfortable than 
this?" he asked.
   "Well, I don't exactly have much experience with this," Paul said with 
a smile.  "I'll know better next time."
   Ron smiled too.  Paul knew he was forgiven.  He closed his eyes and 
settled deeper and deeper into the warmth of Ron's comfortable body.

==============================================================================

Ron & Sam #2  (Written by Martin <quark999@aol.com>; edited by 
               an159423@anon.penet.fi for this collection.)

[It is three weeks after Ron has surprised the burglar Sam by shrinking
him, having sex with him, and -- afterwards -- leaving him at a helpless
four inches in his car until the potion wore off.  Sam, although before
this experience was straight and not particularly kinky, has become
obsessed with becoming the shrunken plaything of a horny gay giant.  Ron
fits this bill nicely.  We join them in action.]

   Ron was surprised by the doorbell.  He wasn't expecting anybody and had
been working at the stove, anxious to find yet another formula for
shrinking sexual partners.  Although his initial efforts had been
unpredictable, his more recent potions' results had been more controlled.
   The bell rang again, insistently.
   Ron hurried through the what should have been a slow, delicate
procedure, then removed the pot from the burner.  Wiping his hands on his
pants, he ran for the door.  He flung it open to reveal Sam, his finger
poised over the button, ready to ring again.
   "You!" exclaimed Ron.  They hadn't met under the best of circumstances
and Ron was surprised to see the burglar:  he'd thought their original
encounter would have been enough to scare him off but good.
   Sam tried a smile, but it was a weak one.  He looked like he hadn't
slept in days.  "You said to come in the front door next time, so here I
am."
   Ron's mind raced.  On one hand, he was actually rather glad Sam had
taken him up on his offer.  The burglar was dark-haired, rather young
(about 24), and muscular -- certainly no chore to look at.  On the other
hand, those strong, sexy hands had been reaching for a gun or knife when
Ron shrank Sam that fateful night.  On a mutant third hand, he *was* in
need of a test subject for his latest creation.
   "Come in," said Ron at last.  Sam entered and shut the door behind him.
When the burglar's back was half-turned, Ron took advantage of the
situation and felt his butt.  Sam jumped two feet in the air.
   "Um.  Sorry.  I'm new at this," Sam said.
   "Never mind.  Make yourself comfortable," Ron replied, a little
sheepishly after his sudden juvenile outburst.
   But Sam looked anything but comfortable.  He looked nervous and scared
and exhausted and incredibly horny all at the same time. When his guest was
seated, Ron asked, "What can I do for you?"
   Sam didn't hesitate.  "What you did before.  I want to be small again
and climb on your huge, beautiful body.  I want to live in those tiny
buildings and service you whenever you want."
   Ron was again of two minds.  While this request certainly had
possibilities, he had already made it clear to Sam that he was not
interested in assuming responsibility for any long-term guests.
Still, there was no harm in having a bit of fun before he broke the bad
news.  He smiled.
   "First things first," said Ron.  "Go into the bedroom.  You know where
it is.  I'll be there as soon as I get my new potion."
   Sam went.  The bedroom was just as he remembered it.  The bed was
rumpled, and there were some clothes tossed into a corner.  Two silver
cockrings sat on the nightside table.  They looked like the one Ron had
worn when he had stroked himself down to join Sam in the miniature town.
   In a moment, Ron entered the room.  He was carrying a glass jar filled
with a pinkish liquid.  It looked almost like white zinfandel wine.  Sam
allowed his gaze to stray from the glass up and down Ron's powerful body,
stopping it at the handsome, bearded face.  He anticipated seeing this man
as a giant, looming over him, and began to get hard.
   Ron handed him the jar, then sat down on the bed.  "Drink it."
   Sam didn't hesitate.  He quaffed the potion in three gulps, then stood,
waiting for the effect to take hold.  Last time, the changes had taken
only seconds to occur.
   "It may take a minute.  Why don't we get started?"  Ron began to remove
his clothes and gestured for Sam to do the same.  Hesitantly, Sam complied,
stepping over to the bed.  He had lost sleep over imagining this man as a
giant, and now that that goal was so close, he was getting impatient.  Sam
realized that he didn't want to have sex with Ron when he was his full
size.  He would have to do it, though, in order to get what he wanted.
   Soon, the two men were naked on the bed.  Ron tried to kiss the burglar,
but that didn't go over well.  Sam had to close his eyes and pretend he was
kissing his ex-girlfriend, but Ron's beard wouldn't allow the illusion to
continue, and the hair on Ron's chest couldn't be ignored.
   "You're tense," said Ron.  "Relax.  It'll happen soon."  At least, he
hoped it would happen soon.  There was no way of telling, since he may have
bungled a delicate part of the potion's creation in his haste to answer the
door.  He decided to help Sam relax by giving him one of his special blow
jobs.
   Sam reclined as Ron's mouth touched his dick.  He was still erect, in
anticipation of the treats to cum.  Although he had come three times just
that day imagining being tiny again on Ron's body, he could feel the juices
boiling within him yet again.
   Ron couldn't help but notice that the big dick in his mouth wasn't
getting any smaller.  It was probably one of the biggest cocks which he had
ever tried to suck, and he had to choke it down.  Maybe the potion wasn't
going to work at all.  Most of his potions were sex-based -- although he
had attempted to engineer this one so that it wasn't -- but Sam had been
fully hard since the adventure began, and he didn't seem to have lost even
an inch.
   Oh, well.  It had been a long time since Ron had fooled around with
someone when they were both normal sized.  It would be a fun digression,
and if it didn't work, Ron could always try one of his old standbys on Sam.
   Sam held out for about five minutes before cumming spectacularly into
Ron's mouth.  'Strange', the burglar thought.  He hadn't gotten any
smaller, but his explosion of cum was immense like it had been when he was
only millimeters tall.  Not something he would have expected for his fourth
ejaculation of the day.  Still, it was nothing to argue with.  Sam closed
his eyes, finally beginning to enjoy himself.  He heard the slurping sounds
of Ron's dealing with his enormous cock.  Now, he thought as he yawned in
exhaustion, we can take things easy and maybe this will be a leisurely
shrink.
   It wasn't a leisurely shrink, it was rather rapid like it had been when
Sam shrunk the first time.  Unfortunately, however, it wasn't Sam shrinking
at all.  He opened his eyes when he heard Ron gasp in surprise and saw
immediately what the problem was.
   RON was shrinking!  He was hitting the four-foot mark as Sam saw him and
registered the look of shock on his face.  This hadn't been planned.  What
had happened?
   Ron looked at Sam's expanding body, wondering what had gone wrong.  He
wasn't wearing the cock ring and hadn't drunk any potions; he had work in
the morning and had wanted to remain full-sized.  Yet that goal was
obviously not being achieved!  Sam had trippled in size, Ron was straddling
one of Sam's immense, muscular legs, when he realized that the potion must
have remained in Sam's bloodstream and, although not affecting the
now-giant himself, had bonded itself to his cum, affecting Ron as he drank
it.
   They didn't say anything to each other.  Ron felt his shrinking slow a
few seconds later at a height eight inches tall (right about the size of
Sam's still-erect cock, he couldn't help but notice), but he didn't stop.
Sam had been looking down at him in wonder, but now grinned widely.
   "How long will you stay that way?" he asked.  Ideas were forming in his
head.
   "I don't know," answered Ron, loudly, so he would be heard.  "This
wasn't exactly planned."
   "Did my cum do that to you?"
   "I think so," Ron admitted.
   "Do you think you'll get smaller?"
   Sam had to lean down to hear the answer.  "Probably, but not as small as you
did.  This potion was supposed to keep the drinker visible to the unaided
eye."
   Sam was full of questions.  "Will my cum do this to anyone else?"
   Ron considered.  "Maybe for a couple of days, although the next time you
do it the results might not be so fast."
   Sam started to ask something else, but was stopped by a yawn.  He had
barely slept in the past three weeks thinking about being small.  Now, he
had something else's tiny height to think about...and he liked it.  Yet he
had just cum, and wasn't quite in the mood to do it again.  Maybe he could
take a nap...
   He reached down and gently picked up Ron, who was about six inches tall
and still going.  "I'll put you here for safe keeping," he told the little
man, "while I take a nap."
   Ron wasn't in any position to argue as he was placed in the empty jar
that had held the potion.  Through the clear walls of his prison, he saw
the giant Sam take a long, speculative look at him.  Then, the burglar
turned over and was soon asleep.
   He was only about four inches now.  Ron bit his fingernails anxiously.
Only once had he had so little control over his situation, and that had
been with someone he trusted a lot more than this man.
   He had to get back to normal size, but he wasn't sure he could wait for
the potion to wear off.  He would have to take matters into his own hands.
Literally.
   He hadn't cum yet.  With most of his potions, cumming would cause a slow
growth.  He hoped it would be the same with this one.  It never took Ron a
long time to cum and, indeed, within a few minutes, he was shooting an
immense load.
   And he was still shrinking.
   He stopped at a little less than three inches tall.  Sometime in the
middle of the night, as rumbling snores reached his delicate ears, he tried
cumming twice more.
   No change.

*#*#*#*#

   Sam woke up early.  He had slept soundly, dreaming all night of being a
giant and being tiny.  Now that he had considered it, he realized that both
situations seemed equally appealing.  It seemed to be the concept of change
of proportion that caused him to get so excited.  It was just that, until
last night, it hadn't occurred to him that the change would affect anyone
but him.
   A gaze into Ron's jar showed the little man sleeping uncomfortably on
the glass bottom.  Sam felt guilty, thinking he should have put a
handkerchief in there to keep things warm and soft.  But he didn't want to
disturb Ron now while he was sleeping.  An idea had come to him in the
night, and he wanted to investigate the possibility of implementing it.
   Quietly, he opened Ron's bureau drawer and carefully examined the jars
and vials he found there and also several pages of notes.  In the kitchen,
next to the remains of the last potion's preparation, he found a thick book
filled with more notes and recipes.  He took them all.
   Returning to the bedroom, he quickly pulled his clothes on and grabbed a
few vials from the drawer at random, careful not to rattle them and wake up
Ron.
   Then, taking Ron's keys, he left the apartment.  He had a few errands to
run.

#*#*#*#*

   An hour later, Ron came groggily to his senses and immediately
remembered the events of the previous night.  The potion hadn't worn off,
he noticed, but at least he hadn't shrunk any more.
   He also noticed that Sam was gone.
   How was he going to get out of this mess?
   Ron decided to put his morning erection to good use by stroking it
furiously.  Maybe if he came again...
   Just then, Sam entered the room.  He put the notebooks on the bureau and
walked over to the jar.  Ron tried to ignore him, and continued to stroke
away.
   "Oh, Ron, I should have known you would be so horny.  So am I, now that
I think of it.  Why don't you come out and play?"  Sam picked up the jar
and spilled the little man out into his hand.  Putting Ron on the bed, Sam
stripped his clothes off and towered over the three-inch man.
   Ron couldn't help loving this position.  He loved taking any role in the
shrinking game, but when he was small his favorite thing was to stand
between the kneeling legs of an immense man, staring up at his huge body.
   Sam began stroking his silo-like cock, and this turned Ron on even more.
   He, too, began rubbing himself again.
   "You know, Ron, that first night we met, you gave me a really nice bath.
It's the least I can do to return the favor..."
   Ron knew what was cumming as he saw the enormous cock above him begin to
twitch.  Sam's balls contracted as a thick white stream shot from his piss
slit, coating Ron's body.  Ron came at the same time.
   Sam picked up the cum-drenched man and licked him off, careful not to
miss a spot.  Ron, in his pleasure, had temporarily forgotten that he might
grow after cumming.  Therefore, he was not disappointed when he didn't.
   When Sam finished cleaning Ron's body, he rolled it in his lawn of pubic
hair to dry.  Then he removed his hand, leaving Ron sitting next to his
deflating cock.
   Ron was content to just be there for a moment, feeling the giant's pulse.
   The strands of pubic hair were coarse against his skin, and he absently
played with one.
   It expanded, grew thicker.
   'What!?!'
   It was true.  Ron noticed with dismay that he was shrinking AGAIN.  The
second load of cum must have done it.  Looking up, he saw that Sam noticed
this new loss of height, too, and was very interested in the results.
   One of the results it was difficult for the giant to see, but Ron
noticed right away, was that Ron's cock, as with any overdose of shrinking
potions, was shrinking at a greater rate.  By the time Ron reached one inch
tall and was struggling to get out of the tangled pubes, his dick had
vanished in his own bush.
   Giant fingers reached down, grasping him carefully.  Ron felt himself
moving upward at a terrific speed, stopping next to a face bigger than his
apartment building.  "SORRY, RON.  I DIDN'T REALIZE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN.
HAVING MY CUM BE A SHRINKING POTION IS TAKING A BIT OF GETTING USED TO."
   The voice was too loud for the half-inch Ron.  He covered his ears, but
could still hear it plainly.
   "DON'T WORRY.  IT SHOULD WEAR OFF WITHIN A DAY OR SO.  I READ YOUR
NOTES, YOU SEE, AND I THINK I HAVE A GOOD IDEA OF WHAT YOU WERE UP TO.  I
WAS VERY GOOD AT CHEMISTRY WHEN I WAS IN COLLEGE.  I EVEN MAJORED IN IT
BEFORE I DROPPED OUT.  I'D NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE, BUT I
THINK I PICKED IT UP PRETTY QUICKLY.
   "YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT THIS WASN'T A SEX-BASED POTION LIKE YOUR OTHERS,
SO CUMMING ISN'T GOING TO HELP YOU."
   Ron felt momentum take him again, and realized Sam was moving.
   "IT WILL TAKE TIME--MAYBE A FEW DAYS--BUT YOU'LL BE FINE.  UNTIL THEN, I
REALLY DON'T WANT THE RESPONSIBILITY OF TAKING CARE OF SOMEONE SO TINY.
YOU'LL BE SAFE HERE."
   Ron realized he was passing the rim of his "incubator" town.  A moment
later, he was standing on a soft, cardboard-like surface, the giant hand
receding above him.  He was pretty small, but through the glass walls, he
could make out the impossibly huge giant grinning down at him.
   Sam stepped back.  The glass tank was on Ron's closet floor, and, as the
little man watched, the massive door closed.  He was alone.  Dejected, he
started down the line of buildings, trying to find one that would be
comfortable in his dwindling size.

*#*#*#*

   Sam took a last look around the apartment.  Everything was in place.  He
left the notebooks he had briefly borrowed on the bureau.  He helped
himself to two more unlabeled potions, which would tide him over until he
got around to making some of his own.  He considered taking the cockrings,
but decided to leave them to Ron.  He didn't want the once-and-future big
man to hold a grudge, which was also why he had merely xeroxed all of Ron's
notes instead of outright stealing them.
   It was clear that his cum had retained all its potency.  Even the act
of licking Ron's body clean had caused Sam's clothes to become a little 
baggy on his frame.  He had only lost an inch or two -- but he had only
drank a few drops as well.
   Yes, Sam had a lot of work to do, but he didn't mind it.  Burgling had
been a more profitable venture than studying chemistry in college, which
was why he stopped.  But alchemy was turning out to be the most exciting
enterprise yet!
   Leaving Ron's keys on the kitchen table with a note of apology for how
the situation turned out, Sam left the apartment.
   Ron didn't know who he was or where he lived and they would probably
never meet again, but Sam would think of Ron often as he loomed over -- or
was loomed over by --  various naked men.

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Sam & Billy #1 (Written by Martin <quark999@aol.com>; edited by 
                an159423@anon.penet.fi for this collection.)

[Two nights ago, Sam drank a potion at Ron's house which temporarily
transformed his cum into a shrinking potion.  He also stole several random
alchemical potions as well as Xeroxing all of Ron's magical notes.  As his
has previous experience in chemistry, Sam is able to grasp the basic
concepts far better than Ron, but before further experimentation, he
wants to spend a little time having some fun with what he already has.  We
join him in pursuit of this.]


   Never having been gay before, Sam had no idea where to pick up men.
He'd heard of gay bars, but wasn't sure where they were or from whom to ask
directions.  Finally, he overheard someone talking about a "disgusting"
area of a nearby park, where gay men cruised each other after dark and male
hustlers roamed.
   Perfect!

#*#*#*

   Billy had been hustling the park for almost a year.  It was very
profitable, but the 20-year-old was beginning to get bored with it.  He saw
the same people every night, competed with them for the paying tricks.  Not
that there was much competition... about the only johns he didn't get were
the ones who took one look at him and decided he was too expensive.
   They were right.
   Billy had staked out a usual spot on a brick wall that ran alongside the
road, and was used to passing cars slowing as they passed so the drivers
could check him out.  He always gave them a good show; he wore tight shorts
until the dead of winter and always sat with his legs wide open.  He was
pretty good at telling which cars were going to circle the block one or
many times, and finally pull up to the curb in front of him.
   Sometimes the drivers were old pros, sometimes they were nervous.
Sometimes they made a pretense of being lost and asking Billy to ride with
them to show them the way home.  Whatever the story, the experience was
usually like a role-playing game or a dance of seduction.  Everything was
choreographed, with only a few minor variations.
   And then there was Sam.

*#*#*#

   Sam had noticed how the other cars were slowly circling the park, and
had decided to join them for starters.  If he didn't see anything
interesting, he would get out of the car and walk around.  After all,
SOMEONE had to be in the park for there to be so many cars circling like
vultures or sharks.
   He was halfway around the park when he saw the blond kid with the killer
body and tight shorts.  As he pictured the kid naked, small, and helpless,
Sam's foot involuntarily slammed on the brake pedal.  The car screeched to
a halt in middle of the road, startling everyone into looking.
   Sam was embarrassed, but he saw the kid grin at him, slide off the wall,
and stride over to his car.  Sam opened the window.
   "Looking for somebody?" asked the hot man.
   "You will do very well."  Sam unlocked the passenger door and Billy slid
in.
   "Here it is, up front:  it's $50 for a blow -- a good one.  $250 for the
night -- anything you want."
   Sam was incredulous.  This kid made better money selling his body than
Sam did robbing houses.  The prices were a bit steep, but it didn't matter.
   Sam had no intention of paying them.

#*#*#*#

   Billy said he knew a place they could go, and directed Sam to a dark,
dead-end road only about a mile away.  When the car was stopped, Sam turned
off the lights and they sat, staring at each other in the shadows.
   "Do you want to get started?" Billy asked, kneading his own crotch
through the thin fabric of his shorts.  Sam didn't seem to know what to
say, so Billy took the initiative.  With his other hand, he felt Sam's
respectable meat through his jeans.  "Wow, man, you're pretty big.  Don't
worry, I can take it.  If you like it, maybe we can go back to your place."
   Sam smiled faintly.  "Oh, we'll go back to my place.  Don't worry."
   Billy took this as a signal to begin.  He unzipped Sam's jeans and let
the eight-inch boner jump out, then slurped on it for all he was worth.
   Sam was in heaven, but he could barely feel the kid's blow job.  To stay
aroused, he was picturing Ron, the man who had introduced him to this new
life.  Ron as a giant.  Ron, tiny and helpless.
   Things were really heating up.  Billy's suction on his cock had
increased as he tried to give his customer the most pleasure, hoping for a
big tip or repeat business.  Sam felt the tell-tale tingling in his balls
which signaled the imminent explosion.  The pressure built up in his
throbbing dick, then...
   There was an almost-audible popping noise as Sam's enhanced river of cum
shot into Billy's hungry throat.  Even a practiced professional like Billy
had trouble dealing with the torrent.  This was the biggest load he'd ever
had to deal with.  Sam's big cock was actually PULSING.
   Finally, the stream stopped, and Billy thought it was safe enough for
the upholstery to remove his mouth from the organ.  He was exhausted after
that workout, and just lay with his head in Sam's lap for a moment,
watching the cock soften.
   But there was something wrong, and Billy's trained eye spotted it
immediately.  Sam's penis was indeed deflating, but it was at the same time
getting BIGGER.
   The hustler looked up at Sam's face with alarm, but Sam just smiled down
at him.  The shrinking potion that had been mixed with Sam's cum was weaker
now, and the process was progressing slowly.  "Notice something strange, do
you?"
   "You-you're getting bigger."
   Sam chuckled.  "I can assure you that's not the case.  Why don't you sit
up and put your seatbelt on, and I'll take you home."
   "I want to get out now."  Billy reached for the door handle, but Sam
used the control on his side to lock the passenger door.  Billy could
override it if he were thinking clearly, but he wasn't.  He felt
lightheaded and strange; there was a tingling sensation in his chest.
   "Stay where you are, or you'll be sorry," said Sam in a threatening
tone.  Billy stayed as Sam started the car, did a three-point turn, and
started for home.

*#*#*#

   Sam looked over at Billy as he drove to watch the effects of his cum on
the other man.  It was hard to notice anything in the dark -- the tight
shorts were quite a bit looser, but Billy could have just been any short
man if Sam didn't know otherwise.
   As for Billy, he had pretty much decided he was dreaming.  He was
worried, but not as much as he should have been.  As the car sped into the
night, he felt his clothes getting looser, the seatbelt riding higher on
his chest.
   By the time Sam pulled into his apartment complex, Billy was four feet
tall, and the seatbelt's shoulder harness was hitting him in the face.
   "All right now, get out.  We're going to go up to my place."
   Some of Billy's confusion seemed to clear for a bit.  "N-no.  No!  I'm,
uh, going to go now.  It's okay...you don't need to pay me."  The small man
began to fumble with the seatbelt and the door latch at the same time, but
couldn't seem to work either in their present oversized state.
   Sam smiled indulgently, reached over, and unbuckled the seatbelt.  When
the kid was free, he grabbed him by his muscular but now-thin upper arm and
pulled his light body out the driver's side door.  "Oh, you'll be going
places all right.  You're mine for the night, little boy, and maybe longer,
depending on how big a whallop my juice is packing tonight.  You might even
enjoy it."
   The ensuing journey to the apartment was a blur to Billy.  The next
thing he knew for certain was that he was sitting on the big man's couch.
His pants had fallen off and his formerly-tight T-shirt was the size of a
dress on him.
   He was three-and-a-half feet tall.
   Sam was standing over him.
   Tears gathered in the corners of the male prostitute's eyes as he looked
at the seemingly eleven-foot man.  "Please let me go," he whispered.
"Don't hurt me."
   The huge man grinned, conveying real warmth.  "Don't worry, kid.  I
promise that when this wears off, you're free to go wherever you want.  If
you do what I say, absolutely no harm will come to you.  I promise, okay?
Let's go into the bedroom now and have a fun night.  Tomorrow, you'll be on
your way."
   Billy relaxed at this.  For all of his impatience and horniness, Sam
really meant what he said.  He stood up, noticed his head was only to the
level of Sam's navel, and tried to keep from freaking out at this
knowledge.  He succeeded admirably.
   "By the way, my name is Billy."
   "All right, Billy.  Come back into the bedroom."
   "Just for the night, right?"
   "Yeah."
   "Will you still pay me."
   "Don't push it."

#*#*#*#

   "Undress me."
   Sam had already pulled Billy's voluminous shirt off of him, and was now
waiting for the smaller man to reciprocate.
   Billy was an expert at undressing other men, but he had to think over
the logistics for a few moments.  His shrinking as accelerating, and Sam
was over twice his size.  Finally, he stood up on the bed, almost evening
their heights, and fumbled with the oversized buttons of Sam's shirt.
   Soon, the giant's broad, hard chest was revealed.  Billy rubbed his
hands through the wiry hairs that covered its expanse before jumping onto
the floor to continue his preparations for the evening.
   Sam's belt was so difficult to unbuckle that it was quite a bit over his
head by the time he got it open.  "This was easier the first time," he
said.
   Sam's chuckle was deep, but not menacing.
   Then came the jeans' button.  Luckily, Sam was not wearing a button fly,
because Billy had so much trouble opening the top button that any others
would have been long out of his reach by the time he got to them.  As it
was, he had to jump up to reach the zipper's tab.  It unzipped as he landed
on the ground again.
   Billy's head was as high as Sam's mid-thigh.  If he reached up, he could
caress the pendulous sac of Sam's skimpy underwear.  He did so, savoring
the huge erection that sprang to life.  The thin fabric of the giant's
brief could barely contain the monster, which was over 20 inches to the
shrinking boy.
   Another jump and Billy hooked his hands on the elastic band of the
underwear.  He used his falling weight to pull them down around Sam's
knees.
   The giant shifted his thick legs, allowing it to fall to the floor.
Then, he merely looked down the expanse of his hard body to the little
hustler who stood between his legs.

#*#*#*#

   A blow job was impossible.  Even though Billy had persuaded Sam to sit
on the bed and the huge cock was easily within reach, the hustler's
practiced mouth would not open far enough to accommodate even the head of
the two-foot long dick.  Billy was forced to be creative, using his hands,
arms, and tongue to arouse the behemoth man.  As he slowly got smaller, he
had to constantly reconsider his approach, using more and more of his body
for stimulation.
   Sam watched the entire process from above.  Finally, Billy's dwindling
ceased, leaving a seven-inch man playing with his eight-inch cock.  He
didn't want to cum yet; he wanted to extend the fun as long as possible and
another cum, if it hit Billy, would definitely put a damper on things,
shrinking the male prostitute down to a level beyond possible stimulation.
   Growing tired, Billy looked up, meeting the giant's gaze.
   "Do you want to rest for a while?"
   Billy nodded.  Sweat poured down his face and covered his tiny, muscular
body in a slick sheen.
   "Let's get take a bath and relax, then....and talk."

*#*#*#*

   Neither of them had cum yet, so further sexplay in the tub was inevitable.
   Billy came into Sam's huge mouth as the giant's lips pulled him off to
orgasm.  Sam came, too, from his own hand while Billy watched from the
safety of his shoulder.  The shrinking-potion sperm didn't touch the small
man, and he remained seven inches.
   The water in the bath, which had roiled as if in the eye of a hurricane
when the giant was pleasuring himself, was now calm.  Sam rested his head
against the tile wall while Billy lounged, half in and half out of the
water, on his hairy chest.
   Conversation started with, appropriately, small talk.  Perhaps because
Billy was so small and could not dominate the conversation without
straining his voice, Sam found the small man easy to talk to.  He told him
about his two adventures with Ron in great detail, a story which got them
both so hot that they had to cum again.
   Then Billy took over.  Sitting next to Sam's huge ear, he told the giant
about his troubled youth and events that led him to sell his body from
parks and street corners.  He finished by describing his current aimless
and meaningless life, and how he wished he could do something different.
   "You know, this has been fun," said Billy after a long pause.  "I was
really scared at first, but you've been really good."
   "I haven't let you go yet."  The comment was meant to make the younger
man uncomfortable.  Although he enjoyed Billy's company, he didn't want the
hustler to forget who was in charge.
   "Maybe I don't want to go," said Billy, softly enough that he could deny
that he said it.
   Sam didn't answer.

*#*#**#*#*

   Billy woke up with his body wrapped around Sam's hard dick.  In the
muzziness of morning, it was easy to imagine that he was embracing the body
of a lover.
   In a way, he was.
   Sam had the kind of cock that stood up straight against his stomach when
erect, and his morning hard-on had been unconsciously grabbed by the boy
sleeping in his pubic hair.  Billy suffered slight disorientation at
awaking in this situation, but not disappointment.
   From below, it looked as if Sam were still sleeping.  Billy disentangled
himself and walked the length of the giant body to see.
   Yes, sleeping like a baby.  Now, how to wake him up?

#*#*#*#*#

   Sam writhed in his sleep from the pleasant feeling in his groin.  After
a few minutes, he awoke and drowsily watched the tiny man go to town on his
big dick.  A few minutes later, he came explosively, coating his abdomen in
volatile jism.
   Billy missed being hit by his big load, but what was the small hustler
doing now?  He was walking TOWARD it?!?
   Hastily, Sam grabbed Billy, bringing him up to his face.  "What are you
doing?" he asked.  "I told you what this stuff could do."
   Billy looked ashamed.  "I know.  But I'm starting to grow again and I
don't want to."
   Sam looked over the boy in his hand.  He WAS starting to grow again.
Not by much, but he was probably up to ten inches from seven.  Then the
rest of what he said sank in.  It was time for a long conversation.

*#*#*#*#*#

   They talked over breakfast, sharing the same plate.  Billy sat on the
plate's rim, reaching over for handfuls of scrambled eggs.  He was about
twelve inches tall now.
   "Why do you want to stay here?  I can't take care of you."
   "I don't eat much," Billy quipped.  "Why not?"
   "I just can't.  I don't know."
   Billy sighed.  "I'm sorry I said anything.  I was just getting so tired
of my life.  I don't have a family.  No friends.  I use the money I make to
stay at a boarding house, but they're getting suspicious since I'm sleeping
away five nights a week.  I just need a new life....and this was so fun."
   Sam's mind raced.  He couldn't look after this kid on a permanent basis.
Yet, if Bill remained small food wouldn't be a problem, but he couldn't
provide much by the way of a decent life.  He was going to have to keep his
career as a burglar going until he could find some way to make shrinking
people profitable.  But still, Billy was cute and nice and easy to talk
to...
   A lightbulb clicked on over Sam's head.
   "Hey, kid, tell you what I'm gonna do..."
   Sam related a plan to which Billy readily agreed.

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Ron & Dean #4

[The Setup.  We join Our Hero, Ron the Lumberjack, in his living room on 
Friday night with his oft-shrunken friend Dean.  They've been out for 
dinner and have returned home to watch some videos and spend some time 
together.  Ron's experimentation has continued, and he has made several 
attempts recently to branch out into other alchemical areas.]

   "What have you come up with this time?" Dean asked, as Ron pulled the 
cork out of the flask.
   "Well, it is hard to say," Ron replied.  "I'm actually not sure about 
this one myself, but I thought that would make it a little more 
interesting, if you can pardon the pun."
   Dean smiled, stretching his moustache, "Aren't you ever afraid one of 
these potions will kill you outright?  I mean, don't you ever think you're 
toying around with Mother Nature too much?"
   "Actually, no."  Ron poured a measured amount of the fluid into two shot 
glasses on the coffee table.  "I've been at this almost a year now -- 
since last summer anyway.  I've come to think that the magic has a mind 
of its own sometimes, and that people kind of get what they deserve.  
It's one of those karma things, I guess.  Anyway, I know I don't deserve 
death, so I never worry about it killing me.  It's not like I'm doing 
anything bad or harmful."  He handed a glass to Dean.
   Dean considered the bright fluid briefly, as Ron's potions were 
usually dark in color, then shrugged and tipped it back.  It coursed 
roughly down his throat and was gone.  Handing the glass back to Ron, he 
saw his muscular friend had also taken a shot.  He watched Ron remove the 
glasses to the kitchen and thought about how many hundreds of hours of 
work had gone into creating that physique.  He sighed.  He had never had 
either the time or the energy to pursue any kind of bodybuilding.  
'Perhaps that helps me appreciate hunky guys all the more,' he thought to 
himself before turning his attention to the TV; Jeopardy was on.
   Ron returned and sat on the couch next to Dean.  By the end of Double
Jeopardy, Dean had racked up six thousand points -- better than two of the
contestants.  The lengthy commercial break gave Dean the opportunity to
move closer to Ron and smooth the other man's brown hair.  Ron smiled and
turned to pull Dean into a deep kiss.
   After several seconds, Dean pulled away.  "Well, whatever else this
potion does, it seems to have made me horny all of a sudden!"  Undoing a
few of the lower buttons on Ron's shirt, Dean exposed a broad swath of 
hard, hairy tummy to rub his hands over.  Ron responded in kind, pushing 
Dean's T-shirt up with his strong hands to expose the sensitive nipples 
which waited to be found.
   Alex Treveck interrupted the heavy petting just briefly with his Final 
Jeopardy question before Ron turned off the TV in the living room.  This 
gave Dean a much needed pause to pull the rest of his clothes off, and 
as he situated himself on the couch again Ron pulled down his pants.
   Ron knelt in front of Dean and inhaled his cock to the base.  It was a 
perfectly average, respectable six-inch cock and Dean used it well.  Dean 
kneaded the firm back muscles which were exposed to his wandering hands.  
A minute later, Ron came up for air, providing Dean with his opportunity 
to grasp Ron's big eight-inch hardon for the first time that evening.
   Ron inched forward to the edge of the couch and wrapped his hand 
firmly around Dean's own cock, rubbing it firmly.  It was a perfect 
position, although Ron's large hand touched Dean's thigh on each downward 
stroke.  Dean was able to gently stroke Ron's firm balls while jacking 
the large prick steadily.
   "A race?" Ron asked between breaths.
   Dean smiled.  Ron always came first when they raced, but he was feeling
especially sexual this evening after the potion had worked its way into his
system.  This time he might just get off first.  He nodded.  Ron's
ministrations increased in intensity, and Dean closed his eyes to enjoy the
sensations.  He was careful to see that his own attention to Ron's stiff
member did not wander, though.
   Only a minute later, Dean opened his eyes.  He was about to cum, and he
looked down to see if Ron's cock looked ready to shoot.  It didn't.  'This
is going to be a first!" he thought.  Before he could consider anything
else, an orgasm ripped its way through him, blotting out all other
thoughts.  He blinked, trying to clear his vision as he felt his cock
recoil again and again, spewing out hot cum.  He released Ron's prick and
gasped for air.  Seconds later, the orgasm had subsided and Dean found
himself looking at the ceiling, his breaths returning to normal.  He
looked at Ron, still kneeling before him. 
   Ron was shorter.  Shorter by only a few inches.  Dean looked at the TV 
and quickly realized that he had grown.  Not by much, it seemed as his 
eyes wandered around the room.  Maybe he was eight inches taller than 
before.  He moved an arm to stroke Ron's beard playfully.
   "This is certainly a new direction for ..." Dean trailed off.  His arm
wasn't just larger, but it was actually *bigger* -- thicker and more
muscular.  He quickly surveyed the changes.  His biceps bulged, and his
pectorals were hard and rounded.  Although he had always had an
average-hairy chest, he found himself covered with a luscious, thick mat
of fur from chin to crotch.  He stroked it and found a large nine-inch
cock between his legs.  He looked back at Ron.  "Very new.  If that potion
can do this for me, I'm really anxious to see what it will do for you!" 
   Ron smiled, "I don't know; I told you this was an untested elixr.  
I'm as curious as you are... let's see."
   Ron was still hard, and Dean quickly found his way back into a steady
beat, pounding Ron's cock with his newly acquired muscles.  For his part,
Ron nuzzled Dean's newly-acquired fur, licking at a pink nipple which was
exposed.  It didn't take long to acquire the payoff.  Watching Ron's face,
Dean carefully brought his friend close to the edge and then with a sudden
surge, ripped an orgasm from between his legs.
   The first shot hit Dean's chest squarely, but it made no sound against
the new furry covering.  Dean squeezed and pulled on Ron's cock as it shot
a second time.  He was watching his friend closely, waiting for the potion
to magnify Ron as it had him.  But it didn't.  By the third white blast
from Ron, Dean could feel the cock in his hand retreating, and he could
see Ron's muscular body collapsing in on itself. 

                   *                 *                *

   Ron opened his eyes, expecting to look down on Dean.  Seeing the 
hyper-masculine effect the potion had on Dean had just made Ron hotter 
and more anxious to get off.  This made him all the more surprised when 
he found himself looking *up* at Dean's broad body.
   "What..." was all Ron could stammer. at first.  He jumped up and looked
around the room.  'The potion had the opposite effect,' he thought, quite
alarmed.  Instead of his usual six-foot four, Ron found himself to be just
slightly more than five feet tall.  As full realization dawned, he touched
his hands to his chest.  He looked.  His hard-earned muscles were gone,
replaced by run-of-the-mill pectorals and biceps.  Instead of the
satisfying, thick covering of hair, he found his sides bare and only an
average distribution between his nipples and running down towards his
crotch.  It was hard to tell what had become of his cock, since his 
erection was quickly waning, but it was clear that it would not be eight 
inches long next time it hardened.
   Finally, Ron's view returned to Dean, still sitting on the couch, 
smiling.  Although Dean didn't seem to have grown any taller, Ron noted the 
masculinzation process seemed to be continuing.  Already Dean had several 
day's growth of stubble on his cheeks, and his thighs bulged impressively 
though not obscenely.
   "Well," Ron breathed.  "So much for that experiment."
   Dean's smile just broadened.  "What do you mean?  I think this has 
turned out pretty well!"
   "You would," came the reply.
   "No, no.  That's not what I mean," Dean said.  "I mean, ever since 
I've known you, I have been the smaller man and you've been the larger 
one.  Even when we've played with your toys, I usually end up shrinking 
away."  Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Dean continued.  
"Don't get me wrong; I can certainly enjoy worshipping my giant friend, 
but finally the tables are turned.  At least a little.  Didn't you just 
say something about karma?"
   "Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it that way." Ron said slowly.
   "Well, try thinking about it my way and see how it suits you.  You're 
on a carnival ride.  Enjoy it."
   Ron picked up the T-shirt off the floor.  It was a little big, but could
fit him.  A second later it registered that this was *Dean's* T-shirt, and
he smiled to himself.  Turning back to Dean's large form, Ron set about
wiping up the output of this evening's jackoff session.

                   *                 *                *

   By the time they climbed into bed together Ron noticed Dean's beard had
filled out completely.  He couldn't tell for sure, but it felt like his
was continuing to thin.  Dean's voice did sound a little deeper as it
wished him goodnight. 

                   *                 *                *

   Ron awoke to hear Dean making a low, rumbling, moaning sound.  He looked
around.  It was morning and his face was completely smooth.  Most of the
hair on his chest was also gone.  Flipping back the covers, he found that
the dimunition had continued through the night and he was only three feet
tall. He pressed his lips together.
   His own situation assessed, he turned his attention to Dean whose 
growth had also continued.  The large man's legs were folded up to his 
chest as he tried to fit a nine foot frame into a bed for people who were 
only seven feet tall.  It seemed that Dean was still asleep.
   He put his small hands on Dean's oaken arm and shook.  "Hey!  Wake up!"
   Slowly, Dean rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes.  Ron 
slipped his short body between Dean's arm and his chest and started 
petting the wiry hair he found there.
   "What's wrong?  You were making this moaning noise."
   "Oh..." Dean said.  "My balls ache."  He looked at the ceiling.  "I've 
kept growing, haven't I?"
   "Yeah, that's what it seems.  I kept shrinking too." Ron said.  "Let's 
have a look at those balls," he added with a wink.
   Pulling back the covers, Ron found a raging hard-on which seemed almost
two feet long.  Ron tried to correct for his own shrinking, but it was too
early to do math.  He rubbed a small hand on the hot, red head and
continued his gaze down to find Dean's balls.  They were very large and
out of proportion.  They hung bulging like oversized softballs but as he
felt along the silky texture of their protective sack. 
   "Well, they look OK from this side," Ron said.  "Just big."
   "I've just gotta cum," Dean said.  "I can feel all this pressure, and 
that's the only way I know to relieve it."
   Ron smiled.  "OK, but let's get one of those cock rings on you before 
your grow too big to fit in the house."
   Dean sat up.  "Where are they?"
   "Over here."  Ron jumped down off the bed and walked over to his 
dresser.  He pulled open the top drawer, but was too short to look 
inside.  Dean rolled out of bed, careful not to hit anything.  This 
provided Ron with another opportunity to be impressed by Dean's 
hugeness.  A hairy arm reached over his head and into the dresser drawer 
and pulled out a silver ring.
   "This one?"  Dean asked.
   "Who knows.  Either one will make you smaller." Ron replied, taking 
the ring from Dean's hand.  "Let's try it."
   Dean was knelt down on all-fours and Ron crawled under his huge frame to 
put the cock ring on.  It slid easily up the enormous erection, and Ron 
gently rubbed his hand down Dean's oversized balls.  Before Dean could 
lean up to attend to himself, Ron's hands were wrapped around the fleshy 
pipe and pounding away.
   Dean sat back on his haunches, and Ron looked up at the billboard view
of his muscular partner.  In this position it was easy to see Dean reduced
with each stroke.  Not much, but a little.  It usually took Dean several
minutes to cum, 'That should produce quite a respectable shrink', Ron
thought. 
   But only a minute later, Ron felt Dean's cock swell and begin to buck 
in his hands.  Only a foot had been removed from Dean's height, but he was 
cumming anyway.  The shots ran together as his ejaculation just kept 
cumming, forming a puddle on the carpetted bedroom floor.  Ron continued 
to stroke, hoping to squeeze some last bit of dimunition from the cock ring.

                   *                 *                *

   As the orgasm finally subsided, Dean drew a deep breath and looked 
down at his short benefactor.  Ron's form was small and unfamiliar, 
lacking both the hair and muscles that he had always retained before 
when imbibing a potion.  His beard was completely gone.  Absently, Dean 
brought a hand up to rub the thick hair which now covered his chin.
   "Well, it is your turn," Dean said, heading back for the bed.
   Ron followed, jumping up on to the mattress.  "To be honest, I don't 
really feel --"
   "Sure you do," Dean interrupted.  "You're just feeling self-conscious 
about things right now, but I've never known you to turn down a blowjob."
   Ron snickered.  Dean was right about that.  Kneeling on Dean's warm,
firm chest, Ron guided his soft cock towards the hungry mouth.  It seemed
puny in a way it had never seemed before.  One of Dean's large fingers came
up and stroked his small balls against the furry mat of Dean's beard.
   Leaning back and forth, Ron rode Dean's warm lips and felt the large,
wet tounge explore his sensitive cockhead.  From the looks of his hardon,
it was smaller, maybe five inches, but still plenty big even for a hand
job.  Since Dean was just more than twice his size, Ron figured it must be
a pretty easy blowjob.  A few minutes later, it was time for the payoff.
   After the first shot, Ron lost his balance and slipped backwards.  He 
felt his cock shoot again and again onto his smooth body as he came to 
rest on Dean's furry stomach.  The contrast was appealing.  Sitting up, 
Dean's head looked farther away.
   It took just a moment for Ron to recalculate his plight, but he had 
paid a price for his orgasm -- a price he had often paid -- shrinking 
from three feet to only nine inches.

                   *                 *                *

   Dean could only smile as he looked down at Ron's tiny body.  Gently, 
he rolled Ron off onto the bed.  "My turn again," he said.  Ron had told 
Dean that when he was small, he enjoyed watching giant men jack off over 
him, so Dean was prepared to provide that.  It would be a first -- for 
the two of them together.
   His earlier jackoff session had stopped the ache, but he was still 
feeling very horny.  He watched himself closely as his thick, strong arm 
stroked his large cock over and over.  With his other hand, he played 
with a sensitive nipple buried under a dense covering of hair.  He could 
feel himself shrinking slowly, but his musculature remained the same -- 
only his stature decreased.
   Again, he came quickly, spewing cum over Ron's head and behind his 
small body.  He continued stroking for several seconds after the orgasm 
drained away, feeling his firm chest expand and contract with each 
powerful breath.  Finally, he let go of his softening cock and looked 
down at Ron.
   "Well, what shall we do today?" Dean asked.
   "To start with, we need to clean up here a little," Ron said.
   "Yeah;" Dean looked at the two wet pools of his cum, both cooling.  
"But I have some shopping I need to do today.  I think I can shrink the 
rest of the way down to your normal height, and just go out dressed in 
your clothes."
   "I'm sure I'll be safe here," Ron said.
   "Oh, no!  I won't have that.  You've got to come with me."  Dean 
stepped off the bed, careful not to spill Ron over the edge and walked 
into the bathroom.  Wetting some kleenex in the sink, he returned to 
clean the droplets of cum off Ron's body.  With a towel, he soaked up the 
other messes.  "I think you'll have to change the sheets," he said.
   Stepping in to Ron's closet, Dean found a button-down shirt that 
almost fit.  Grabbing his cock firmly, he stroked himself until the 
fabric no longer strained against his every move.  Trying the dresser 
next, Dean found a pair of white briefs which fit, if snugly, and pants 
to complete the outfit.
   "How do I look?" he asked as he came back over to Ron on the bed.
   "Like me," the tiny man replied.  "Or, like I usually look anyway."

                   *                 *                *

   "Excuse me," Dean asked the pimply-faced attendant.  "Which way are 
your bathrooms?"  He didn't have to try to make his voice sound strained.
   "Up the stairs and to the right," came the reply.
   Dean turned and strode quickly away, his selected clothes in one hand 
and a belt loop in the other.  As soon as he was out of view, he bounded 
up the stairs, almost tripping on his pant leg.  Ron almost spilt out of 
the shirt pocket as Dean righted himself.  "Hurry!" Ron whispered.
   "I'm trying!" Dean hissed back.  A few moments later, he stepped up to 
the restroom's entrance.
   "I'll hold your parcels," another one of Montgomery Ward's adolescent
employees offered helpfully.  Dean looked, too confused with his current
plight to know what to say.  "Sorry, no unpaid merchandise is allowed in
the restrooms, sir."  Dean nodded and quickly handed everything over
before dashing into the men's room. 
   Finding the last stall in the row empty, Dean hurriedly pulled the 
door closed behind him and let his pants drop.  Ron burst from the shirt 
pocket, and Dean had to catch him before he fell into the toilet.  Dean 
had already been reduced to less than six feet and Ron had grown to 
almost two by the time Dean set him down on the seat.
   "That was close!" Dean whispered.  Then he smiled, "But exciting!"
   Ron chuckled too.  Potions often wore off suddenly and without warning,
and Ron had sometimes run the risk of having a full size man emerge
suddenly from his loins -- or at least from the groin of his pants -- in
public.  That had never happened, and as he became more experienced it
became less likely.  But it was still an undeniable thrill.
   "Now, how do we get out of this?" Dean asked as his height settled 
down to about four feet and Ron's just reached the same mark.
   "Well," Ron said, "I think you need to jack off again."
   "What?  How will that help?"
   "Well, You're not going out of here wearing those clothes," Ron said, 
pointing to the pile on the floor that had fallen off Dean's body.  
"Those are my clothes, and in just another minute, I'll be able to fit 
into them.  I don't suppose you brought anything which would fit you, and 
certainly not in your current state."
   Dean looked around at the cold walls of the stall.  Ron was right, of 
course.  For a moment he admired watching the muscles fill in Ron's arms 
and hair thicken to cover his chest.  He moved closer to take Ron's soft, 
short cock in his mouth and started to stroke himself.

                   *                 *                *

   Ron watched as he felt Dean shrink while the smaller man serviced him.
It only lasted a minute -- and the point was to get Dean hard anyway, and
it had done that.  Ron sat down on the toilet seat to rub Dean's body as it
dwindled away.  He leaned forward and rubbed his wiry beard -- already
fully restored -- along Dean's small chest.
   Careful not to disturb Dean, Ron collected his clothes and slipped 
them on.  Dean's stroking slowed as he neared the four-inch mark, and Ron 
couldn't tell if the tiny man had cum or not.  After waiting a few 
seconds, he scooped Dean up and slipped him into his pocket.
   Stepping out of the stall, Ron walked up to the sink to check himself 
in the mirror.  Someone else was also washing himself.  Ron surveyed 
himself.  The other man looked at him in the mirror.  Ron was surprised 
when the stranger broke every rule of men's bathroom ettiquite and spoke.
   "I don't know what just happened back there," he said.  "But it sure 
looks and sounds like it was interesting."
   Ron didn't know what to say.  For a second he tried to ignore it, but 
he realized that he was still looking at the stranger in the mirror.  He 
had to say something.
   "Yeah, you could say that," Ron said, guardedly.
   The other man reached into a pocket.  For a moment, Ron was concerned 
that he might be going for a weapon of some kind, but instead a business 
card appeared in his hand.
   "So, call me some time," the stranger said.  "I'd like to be let in on 
this little secret."
   Ron took the card and stuffed it into his pants pocket without 
looking.  "Sure," he said and walked out of the restroom.
   Ron stopped at the restroom attendant's stand.  "Can I help you?" the 
attendant inquired helpfully.
   "Yes.  I left some parcels here a few minutes ago." he said.
   "Um, you don't look familiar." replied the attendant cautiously.
   "C'mon." Ron said.  "How many men my height and with my build do you 
have wandering around this store?  You can't have forgotten me already.  
Look at this flannel print." Ron held out his sleeve.
   "Oh!  Of course!" the employee was clearly flustered, but began 
apologizing profusely.  "I'm so, so sorry.  Of course I recognize you. 
Here."  The clothes were handed over.  "I don't know what I was 
thinking.  Sorry."
   Ron smiled, "It's OK." and turned away.

==============================================================================

Paul #1

[ Paul is at Ron's house.  Ron has a new toy he wants to share with his 
  friend. ]

   Ron opened the small brown box and took out a ring.  It wasn't a very
fancy looking ring -- the band was made of plastic.  It was more like the
sort of thing your dentist might have given you for not having any
cavities as a kid, or like you'd get out of a nickel vending machine at
the grocery store.  There was a blue rock set in the band.  This had
obviously been an ameture job, but the ring hadn't been designed for
appearance. 
   "So..." Paul prompted Ron.
   "So, this is a crystal I made by evaporating out some mixture of 
potions."  Ron slipped the ring on his pinky finger.
   Paul watched to see if there was any change in Ron.  Nothing.  "What 
does it do?" he asked after a moment.
   "Come take my hand and look closer," Ron replied with a smile.  Paul
stood up and came over to where Ron was sitting.  At first he went to bend
over, but then decided the better of it.  He sat on the floor and gently
held Ron's large hand in his, peering closely at the stone. 
   After a few moments, Paul felt a flush come over him.  He blinked it 
away and turned Ron's hand over to the palm to see if there was anything 
else on the band -- any words or runes.  Nothing.  Paul shifted in his 
seat, feeling his cock stiffen of its own volition.
   "I don't get it," Paul said, confused and almost letting go of Ron's 
hand.  Ron grasped one of his hands, not letting it escape entirely, 
as Paul stood up.  He felt a moment of light-headedness.
   "Are you sure?" Ron smiled, confident.  Paul's cock trobbed in his
pants and he looked into Ron's beared face.  'God, Ron is hot,' Paul's
thoughts momentarily scattered while trying to form a reply.  'Probably
the hotest, sexiest man I've ever seen,' came the follow-on thought.
   Paul blinked again, trying to clear his head.  He closed his eyes 
momentarily, but it didn't help.  He heard a clunk and felt some motion, 
but it seemed far away.  He opened his eyes and looked in the direction 
of the the sound: down.  He saw his pants had fallen down around his 
ankles, exposing his hardon poking angrilly against the underwear which 
imprisoned it.
   Paul moved his mouth, trying to get sounds to come out, but nothing
did.  He vaguely understood that he was under a spell of some kind, but
every coherent thought he tried to form was wiped away by this sudden lust
which seemed to have no boundaries.  Ron's big form loomed bigger, and he
realized that he was shrinking, but the awareness seemed far off and
inconsequential -- all that was important was carnal. 
   Ron's smile widened -- or maybe he just grew larger; it was hard to 
tell.  With his free hand, Ron began unbuttonning his flanel shirt at the 
top.  Stopping just below half-way, he pulled it open to expose one side of 
his hairy, well-built chest and the pink nipple which protruded.  Paul 
stepped closer, hungrily, but waited for some cue to act.
   Ron released Paul's hand, and there was a slight lifting of the haze
which filled his mind.  Ron was about double his right size, and he was
pulling Paul's shirt off, pushing the pants out of the way, and gently
removing his remaining clothes.  Ron picked up Paul's light frame and
cradled it so Paul's nose came to rest touching Ron's sensitive breast. 
   As soon as Ron touched Paul again, the haze descended even thicker than
before and Paul began to service Ron anxiously: kneading the larger man's
chest muscles and running his hands through the hair, licking and sucking
on the exposed nipple, rubbing himself against the giant who held him. 
Ron's free hand had found its way between Paul's legs and was gently
circling his cock. 
   When Ron got around to actually stroking Paul's shrinking cock it didn't 
even reach all the was across Ron's palm.  Paul's enthusiasm increased with
the difficulty of his task; as Ron grew larger and larger, Paul's reach 
became shorter and shorter.  Nipples had never really interested him much 
before right now, but right now Paul realized they were the sexiest thing 
ever made.
   Finally, long after Paul had lost any reckoning of time, he felt an
orgasm welling up inside.  Ron was jacking him off with just two fingers
now, and Paul could feel the changes between his legs happen in
excruciating detail.  There seemed to be a long golden moment when it was
clear he would cum, but nothing was coming out the end of his cock.  His
entire body tingled with sexual energy.  Then, release.  His dick bucked
and sprayed hot, sticky semen everywhere -- or so it seemed.  It was in
his face, on his chest, in the hair on Ron's chest.  Ron kept up the
pressure for a few more strokes, sliding his fingers down the slick length
of Paul's cock.  At last, Ron relented, the ejaculation ebbed, and Paul
collapsed entirely into the warmth of Ron's giant lap. 

                   *                 *                *

   Paul smiled to himself as he pulled out of the parking lot at Ron's 
apartment house.  He knocked the ring on the steering wheel, just to hear 
its sound.  It made a hollow clunking noise.  'Who cares?' Paul thought to 
himself, 'This is MAGIC!  And he gave it to me!'

                   *                 *                *

   Paul had only waited a few minutes before he heard a knock -- it was
more like a scuffle -- at the door of his booth.  He smiled to himself,
thinking about the alarm he had felt the first time someone let themselves
into his video booth at this particular bookstore. 
   The guy who came through was OK-looking.  He had dark, curly hair and 
a black moustache.  They made eye contact in the flickering video light; 
just enough for each man to confirm the reason the other was there.  The 
protocol was always soundless, and the dark haired man slowly unzipped 
Paul's fly.  Paul normally didn't watch -- after all, it was fairly dark 
in the room, and most of the guys who gave free blowjobs weren't very 
good looking anyway.
   This time, though, Paul ran his hands through the other man's curls, 
and the stranger rubbed his moustached face hard against Paul's crotch.  
The motion had the desired effect on Paul, whose cock hardened quickly.  
After a moment, Paul's underwear was around his ankles and his sensitive 
balls hung in the cool air.
   The other man went to work directly, deep throating Paul's seven 
inches without hesitating.  'Not the first one tonight, eh?' Paul thought 
to himself, but said nothing.  Paul continued to run his hands through 
the man's hair, stroking his ears and cheeks.
   In the dim light it was hard to see the changes at first, but Paul 
soon felt the other man's collar loosen, allowing him to slip a hand
down the other man's back through the neck hole.
   Every inch the other man lost was made up with an increase in enthusiasm 
for Paul's cock, and Paul was soon concerned that he would cum long 
before he wanted.  Thankfully, the smaller man pulled back to release the 
head of Paul's cock with a pop.  Paul looked down into his face to see 
that he had already diminished by half.  There was a glint of recognition 
in those eyes, but mostly they were filled with awe and admiriation for 
Paul's body.  After a deep breath, the man went to work on Paul's 
towering flesh with both hands, stroking and rubbing while continuing to 
lick it and tickle it with his moustache.
   Paul had stopped handling the other man, but as long as their flesh 
was touching, the other man continue to dwindle -- and the last thing 
thing that other man wanted was to stop touching Paul.
   After another few minutes, Paul started to go soft.  The other fellow 
had struggled out of his clothes and was trying to address himself to a 
prick which was more than two feet long by his reckoning.  Paul lifted 
him with both hands and put the small man's hardon in his mouth.  The man 
wrapped himself around Paul's head, rubbing his small hands through 
Paul's hair and riding Paul's large, hot lips.  Soon, his activity slowed 
and his small cock started shooting.  Paul swallowed it easily, and felt 
as the contractions slowed and the man lost consciousness.
   Paul held his small form gently, watching the dimunition continue 
until the other man was only eight inches tall.  Then he gently folded the 
man into a shirt pocket, gathered up the clothes into his bag, and left.

                   *                 *                *

   John was naked when he awoke.  The light was dim and he was someplace 
warm.  He still felt a little sleepy, and he wasn't really sure he *wanted* 
to wake up.  He had just felt the most mind-numbing orgasm of his life, 
and although his recollection of that was clear, the rest of his recent 
memory seemed blurry.  He blinked, scratched a place that itched, and 
tried to recount the events.
   He was at the bookstore and was on his third blowjob for the evening.  
It was someone he hadn't seen before; purely anonymous sex.  He had 
unzipped the guy's fly and found a nice, warm, hard cock waiting for 
him.  He started blowing it, and the longer he worked on it, the hotter 
he seemed to get for this guy.  Finally, he was so hot he could hardly 
breathe, and he tried to jack the guy off instead.  But he had to use two 
hands because one wasn't enough.
   'Wait a minute,' John thought.  He went back over those details again, 
recounting the story to himself.  He had to use two hands because this 
guy's dick was *enormous*.  It was fifteen inches anyway, and one hand 
couldn't get halfway around it.  Two weren't even enough.
   'Wait a minute!' John thought, his heart rate rising.  He had been 
really, intensely hot for this other guy.  That much he was sure of.  But 
he couldn't breathe because he was being suffocated by this cock which 
was twice as big as when he started -- not because he was being 
suffocated by his lust.
   The rest of the details came rushing back to him, and John realized
that he had probably been shrinking from the moment he stepped in the room
with this stranger.  As he shrunk, the other man became a giant,
eventually having mercy on his lust-crazed existence and blowing him --
now tiny -- off, providing the incredible orgasm which still burned his
memory. 
   John sat up, suddenly very wide awake.  He looked around and saw the
fabric pattern which was filtering the light.  He was in someone's shirt
pocket. 
   He drew a deep breath, trying to take stock of this situation.  He
could now see the opening of the pocket not far above him.  If he stood
up, about a quarter of his body would probably be exposed.  There was
nothing around him except lint, and the pocket had been wide enough for
him to sit comfortably.  John considered his options.  It took him only a
few seconds to realize that his best chance was to ride this one out.  If
he managed to run away, he would probably be trapped at this height
forever and become food for some junkyard dog or sharp-eyed cat. 
   Once that realization had completely set in, he squatted and poked his 
head over the rim of the pocket.  He was in the giant's shirt pocket, as 
he had surmised.  The giant had returned to his bedroom, which was so 
large it boggled his mind.  In the distance he saw a television set.  He 
swallowed hard, and turned to look at the enormous hand holding an 
enormous remote control.  Slowly, he followed that hand back up towards 
the shoulder.  He closed his eyes, mustering all his courage, and looked 
up into the giant's face.
   The giant was watching him, with a soft smile on his face.  Not a 
smirk or a grimmace, but an actual smile.  There was nothing menacing 
about this giant other than his size.  They looked at each other for long 
moments, John praying that the giant would speak first, but he didn't.  
Finally, John cleared his throat.
   "Howdy," was all John could squeek out before the high-pitched sound 
of his voice and his fears seized him again.
   "Hi John," the giant replied, his big voice rumbling in John's ears.  
He could feel the chest beneath him vibrate with the sounds.  This giant 
knew his name -- but how?  "I'm Paul," the giant continued slowly, 
letting John drink it all in.  "How are you feeling?"
   It took John a few moments to respond to the question, but then he
said, "Uh, confused."  John paused, but Paul didn't say anything.  John
took another breath and the words came out in a tumble, "I remember this
incredible orgasm, and trying to suck you off but your dick just kept
getting bigger and bigger, and then I tried to jack you off, but that
didn't work, and now I'm still shrunk and don't know what's going on." 
   "It sounds like you have a pretty good handle on events so far," said 
Paul.
   "But...  But stuff like this *doesn't* happen -- not even in the 
movies or in stories."  John protested, trying to assert himself a little 
more in the conversation.
   The giant smirked and looked away.  "Perhaps you've been reading the
wrong stories, my little friend."  He tossed the remote control onto the 
nearby nightstand and looked back at John.  "Stuff like this always 
happens in *my* stories."
   John opened his mouth to reply, but then shut it again.  He couldn't 
think of any reply which made sense.  The whole situation didn't make 
sense!  But it *was* happening.  Finally, he fell back on a reply he 
remembered from his childhood when his parents would read him stories in bed.
   "So, what happens next?" John asked.
   "Oh, I don't know.  That part of the story hasn't been written yet."  
Paul replied.  "What do you want to happen next?"
   John did have an answer for that question: "I want you to enlarge me
back to the right size again." 
   Paul smiled again.  "OK.  We can do that, but it is going to involve 
you finishing that blowjob you started.  And I can't use my magic to 
motivate you this time... that trick only works one-way.  Sit back down; 
I don't want to spill you out when I get up."
   John laughed.  "'Motivation' is one department that I don't have *any*
trouble with!" he said as he layed down in the pocket.  He was jostled
roughly, although Paul tried to move carefully. 
   "OK; come out now," Paul said.
   John stood up and looked over the edge.  It seemed like a long way 
down.  Before he could say anything, Paul scooped him up and set him on 
the bed.  The trip was so fast that the wind whipped his hair and made 
his eyes tear up, but it was over in a flash and John blinked to clear 
his vision.
   Paul had taken off his shirt and was kicking off his pants.  The
giant's body was impressive from this view.  At the slight distance, John
could only marvel.  He realized that *anyone* would probably look good 
under these circumstances, and smiled to himself. 
   Paul had pulled open a dresser drawer and removed a beaker of fluid. 
He carefully dipped his cock into the fluid and let it swish around just
briefly before pulling it out.  He put the beaker away and turned back to
John.  There was no indication that any fluid remained in his crotch; no
beads had formed on his hairs. 
   As John tried to grasp that, Paul sat down on the bed next to him, 
bouncing him into the air.  John watched as Paul stroked himself a few 
times to get a semihardon.
   "OK.  Your turn," Paul said, hoisting John into the gap between his 
abdomen and hard cock.
   "You can't be serious!  This is as big as I am!" John said, shouting 
to make himself heard.
   "It won't be for long," Paul replied and layed back, pinning John 
under the weight of the hot, blood-engorged erection.
   Not quite sure what that meant, John wrapped his arms around it and tried 
to move its weight off him.  Not a chance; it must have weighed a ton.  
If it wasn't in a semi-hard state that kept it turgid in the air, it 
probably would have fallen and crushed him, John realized.
   Confused, John finally just did what came naturally.  He moved his arms
up and down the shaft and started nipping at it, using his moustache to
maximum advantage.  The pole responded, tightening and lifting off of his
body somewhat.  Able to move now, John inched up the shaft towards its
head and began working along the sensitive boundary between the cockhead
and its shaft.  Paul's prick responded, jumping higher into the air and
tightening further. 
   After about a minute of these ministrations, John noticed that Paul's 
hardon didn't seem so big around.  He stopped to look around and saw that 
he was the same small inches as before, but Paul's erection had been 
noticeably reduced.
   He continued his work, sliding back towards the base of Paul's 
enormous cock as it receeded away from him.  'Five feet...  four feet... 
three feet...,' John kept track as his job got easier and easier.  'Two 
feet...' He was able to get a good double-handed grasp around the fleshy 
pole and jack it firmly.   'Foot and a half...'
   At the one-foot mark, John changed over to sucking and resumed the
blowjob he had been working on before.  As Paul's cock shrank away, it got
easier and easier to suck.  His blowjob got better and better, and Paul's
cock got harder and harder.  As it neared the two-inch mark, it started to
slip out of his lips and he was concerned that he wouldn't get Paul off
after all. 
   With a last long pull, Paul's cock started to squirt.  The ejaculation
only lasted a few seconds, and so little fluid came out that John
swallowed it easily in one gulp.  After a few more seconds, he sat up.  It
seemed like a minute later before Paul sat up, almost spilling John back
onto the bed. 
   "What now!" John called.
   "Wait.  You've started to grow again already.  My cum was the 
restorative," Paul replied.  "The only way for you to get back is to suck 
me off.  Just jacking off doesn't work for some reason."
   John shrugged, knowing that none of this had really made sense 
anyway.  But, he could see that he had indeed began to grow again.

                   *                 *                *

[ Several Days Later ]

   Paul pushed open the steam room door and stepped inside.  The room
seemed especially murky this evening.  He and Ron had worked out together,
and they were both going to try to "pick someone up" at the gym tonight --
literally.  Ron had gone off in his own direction, and Paul had headed for
the steam room.  Paul moved to the back of the room and sat down on the
tile steps.  He leaned against the wall and waited. 
   He didn't have to wait long.  Soon an older man came to sit near him.  
The room was arranged in such a way that neither of them could be seen 
from the door -- especially with all this steam -- and Paul had seen this 
man here before.  He looked like he was in his 50s, with a moustache ('I 
guess I have a thing for moustaches,' Paul thought to himself), and only 
light hair on his chest.  He looked pretty clean-cut -- like a business 
man or banker of some kind.
   Soon, the older man unwrapped his towel to expose his semi-hardon to 
the warm, wet steamroom air.  Paul noticed the sign, and did the same.  
After a respectable pause, the older gentleman began to play with himself 
gently, and then more roughly as he got harder.  Paul slid a little 
closer and touched the other man's shoulder with his shoulder.  The other 
man's cock was soon a full-mast and his hand was jacking it quickly.
   Paul rolled to put his nose in the other man's crotch, licking his
low-hanging balls and rubbing the insides of his thighs.  He began licking
his way up the older man's six-inch but raging hardon, and the man's
strokes became shorter and shorter in return.  Soon, Paul had taken the
cock in his mouth entirely and was playing with the other man's balls
while blowing him. 
   As the magic took hold, Paul felt the man's body contract with each 
passing second.  His balls gradually became softer and smaller, and his 
cock dwindled like a burning candle.  Concerned that the older man would 
get off before he had shrunk enough for Paul to get him out of the club 
unnoticed, Paul took a break from the hard cock and leaned up to kiss the 
man.
   Hungrilly, his kiss was returned, and although the other man's hot 
tounge jabbed at his mouth, Paul could feel the distinct difference in 
its size.  Every kind of touching, even just kissing, caused the 
dimunition to continue.  Paul soon broke away and resumed to his 
blowjob.  A minute or two later, Paul was rewarded as spasms shook the 
twelve-inch frame and a small amount of jism spattered into his mouth.
   Paul held the doll-sized man near and waited until he had shrunk to 
half his remaining height.  When the other man reached six inches, Paul 
bundled up both their towels and keys and quickly headed out.

                   *                 *                *

   Paul was watching TV an hour later when his guest regained awareness. 
He had gathered up all the other man's belonging and checked his ID.  Bob
was his name, and he worked for the local branch of the bank -- just as
Paul had suspected. 'This is turning out to be a replay of last time. 
Great!' Paul thought to himself.  A small, moustachioed face poked up at
him.  The expression was mixed -- annoyance, irriation, but most of all
fear.  Paul waited. 
   "What have you done to me?" called the tiny man.  'A little pushy,' 
Paul thought, 'but a reasonable question nonetheless.'
   "I gave you the best blowjob of your life," Paul replied.
   The experience was still fresh in Bob's mind, and Paul could see Bob's
memory of it flicker across his face.  "Yeah, you sure did," Bob said, 
almost too softly to hear.
   "Now it is your turn to return the favor," Paul said.
   "But, but... I can't do that!" Bob protested.
   "Why not?" Paul asked.
   "I'm not a FAGGOT!  I've got a wife and kids.  They're probably 
wondering where I am right now.  What time is it?"
   "Oh?" Paul said, ignoring Bob's question altogether.  "Did you tell them 
you were going to the club to get sucked off by a bunch of QUEERS?" Paul 
bit the word.
   Bob grunted, hoisting himself higher in the shirt pocket.  "No!  I 
told them I was working late."
   Paul considered the moral implications of this situation, trying to
sympathize.  "But I see you at the club all the time.  Do you go there to
get sucked off by hot young guys all the time?  And you still want to 
call me -- who could splat you against the wall in a heartbeat -- a 
'faggot'?!" 
   It was clear from Bob's expression that he had rationalized himself 
out of this riddle long ago.  He replied firmly, "Well, it's not like *I* 
ever suck anyone else.  That would be sick."
   "Ever?" Paul arched an eyebrow.
   "Ever." Bob replied, confident of the logic in his position.
   After many long seconds, Paul started to laugh.  His laugher bounced 
Bob roughly out of the pocket and onto Paul's chest.
   "What?  What is it?" Bob demanded, small but shrill.
   Paul took a deep breath and replied, "I was just thinking of all the 
times my friend has told me how this magic works.  How somehow people get 
what they deserve when it enters their life.  I never really understood 
what he was talking about until just now."  Paul chuckled again, "And now, I 
learn this magic has a great sense of humor!"
   "Well, I don't think it's funny!" Bob pouted.
   Paul spilled Bob into the palm of one hand and whisked it through the 
air so Bob was sitting just a few inches away from his nose.  "Well, too 
fucking bad little man, since the only way out of your predicament is by 
sucking my dick until it fills your mouth with the hot, salty cum which 
will restore your size." Paul spoke intensely.
   Paul reached down with his free hand and jerked open his fly and 
whipped out his dick through the front of his underwear.  Bob turned to 
look, but Paul cupped his hand so the small man's vision was blocked.
   "Normally, I would make this easy on you.  I might jack off part of the
way, or reduce my own cock to a more manageable size for you.  But by this
point in our conversation, I don't think I feel like helping you much at
all.  You got your reward already this evening, and it sounds like for
years before.  Now it is your turn to pay back all those faggots.  You can
start with me."  Paul dropped Bob out onto the tight fabric of his
underpants next to his sleeping cock.  Soft, it was only slightly smaller
than Bob's entire body. 
   Bob looked at Paul's penis and shuddered.  He looked up at Paul's 
angry face and evidently didn't like the look of that either.  He looked 
back at Paul's softon and started moving slowly towards it.

# # # end

Ron & I #1

   I had been watching him since we boarded the plane in Portland.  He was
big -- more than 6'3" I was sure -- bearded, and built like an ox. 
Definitely my type.  I was sitting two rows back and on the other side of 
the aisle, and had decided to just enjoy the view when he whipped out a 
newspaper with the headline, "A Stiff Cock Knows No Barrier".  It became 
pretty clear as ocassionally I read over his shoulder that even if I 
wasn't his type, he might at least be friendly.
   It was a long flight, and after we reached Dulles we had to ride one of
the annoying shuttles from midfield to the main terminal.  But it wasn't
so bad, as I was able to maneuver myself into the seat next to him. 
Careful not to crowd him, I waited a polite pause and then struck up a
conversation. 
   "Hi," I said.
   "Hi," came the reply.  His voice was deep and thick.  I was getting 
turned on just hearing it.  It definitely matched his body.  I tried to 
concentrate on the task at hand -- picking him up.
   "Are you continuing on, or staying here in Washington?"
   "I'm visiting a friend who lives in the district tomorrow," he said. 
"I'll probably spend the rest of my visit there, but we may go
sight-seeing a little.  I don't take many trips back east.  What about
you?" 
   "I live just down the way in Fairfax," I said.  "I'm Originally from
Oregon and I was just back there visiting my family.  It didn't go all
that well, so I'm coming home a day early,"  He seemed friendly enough, so
I took the next risk, saying, "I hope I don't startle my husband with my
early arrival -- hopefully he has all the strange men out of the house by
now." 
   He chuckled.  "You might want to call ahead," he suggested.  "I know
that I wouldn't be real comfortable if my anyone -- especially my
boyfriend -- walked in on me and another guy." 
   I smiled, noticing that he had changed my 'husband' into my 'boyfriend'
without missing a beat.  I moved in for the kill.  "Well, I was thinking I
might just get a room at the Hyatt and weather the night out here tonight,
and just show up back home at the appointed time." 
   The shuttle had stopped rolling and the doors to the main terminal were 
just opening.  This time it was his turn to smile.  "Well," he said.  "If 
you really decide to do that, I'm staying at the Hyatt too."  He checked 
some paper he had in his pocket.  At that moment I realized that he 
didn't have any carry-on luggage.  "I'm in room 869.  The name's Ron."
   He stood up -- and I was again struck by the size of his imposing 
frame.  "I just might do that," I said, and collected my bags.  By the 
time I turned around again, he was just disappearing into the terminal.
   I thought I would run into him in the baggage-claim area, but he 
didn't seem to have checked any baggage either.  'Hmmm...' I thought, 
more disappointed than anything else.
   It didn't take long for me to decide that I was going to pursue this 
man, so after I had all my things,  I took the shuttle over to the Hyatt 
and checked in.

                 *                    *                     *

   After a moment's hesitation, I knocked.  I heard some shuffling sounds
and the sound of large feet padding towards the door.  This was my last
chance to bail out, and I looked down the hall nervously.  There was no
time for questions: Ron worked the latches quickly and opened the door
part way to expose his face. 
   "Well, hello again!  I thought it might be you.  Come on in," he said. 
I stepped through the door and saw that he had already stripped to his
underwear.  His body was no disappointment -- it was firm and chiseled. 
Hair played along his arms, legs, shoulders and chest. 
   After securing the door again, he turned his attentions back to me.  He
stepped very close, and I felt the heat radiate off his skin as he looked
down at me.  Before I could make my next move, he had pulled my T-shirt up
and instead of reaching for him, I obligingly took it off. 
   With it out of the way, he pressed my smooth skin against his furry 
firmness.  Big hands kneaded my shoulders, and I melted into his embrace --
or was it his grasp?  It was hard to tell as he rolled me onto the bed 
for a serious back-rub.
   After a few minutes, he seemed satisfied that he had released all the
tension in that part of my body, and he leaned close to start kissing my
neck.  His moustache tickled, and he spread his arms and knees so his body
rested just a little bit above my back.  I could feel the warmth again 
and I pushed myself into him.
   "Mmmmm..." I said.  "You feel so firm."
   "You like that?" he asked, not really needing an answer.
   "Mmmm-hmmm.  And furry."
   He leaned back away from me, and rolled me over so he could look into
my eyes.  I thought he would come closer for a kiss or so I could rub his
chest, but instead he knelt in front of the bulge in my briefs and licked
the outside.  I pushed them down, at last freeing my straining cock.  His
big hands kneaded its firm length and he smiled up at me.  "A big one.  I
like 'em big," he said before licking the head and sending shivvers up my
spine.  "Why, this must be the biggest dick I've ever seen on a boy your
size," he added playfully. 
   "Yeah," I said.  "Once, when I was working with a group of technicians 
from the carribean, I joked with my husband that they might put a spell 
on me which would shrink me away to nothing.  He just smiled at that and 
replied, 'perhaps they could arrange to just shrink you several inches.'"
   Ron chuckled at that and stopped licking long enough to look up at me.  
"What do you think of that?" he asked before resuming his ministrations.
   "Oh, I understand." I replied.  "Most of the time, I feel the same way. 
I think it would be nice to be smaller." 
   He didn't reply.  Satisfied that it was thoroughly licked, he leaned
forward over my tummy and started grinding my hard cock into his furry
chest.  Gently he rocked back and forth, expertly tantalyzing my fur fetish
as my hardon slid along the crevass between his firm pectorals.  His big 
hands began kneading my body again as he kissed and licked whatever was 
within easy reach.
   Soon enough, though, he returned to his blowjob.  He seemed quite adept
at it -- in fact, after a minute I decided this was probably the best
blowjob I'd ever received.  Most guys either try to choke it down -- and
ended up choking themselves -- or just never even get past the head.  Ron
evidently had some experience with bigger-than-average cocks and was doing
quite a number on me. 
   He must have felt it too, because he brought one of his hands back to 
rub my balls as they tightened to shoot their load.  Just a few seconds 
later, I started cumming in his hot mouth, and he took the load like it 
was nothing at all.  Backing off the head, he licked the entire length of 
my dick a few times before looking up at me.
   "My turn," I said, and sat up to pull his underpants down.  I tossed
them aside and rolled back to put my nose in his crotch and had my second
surprise of the evening.  For a moment, I couldn't find his cock -- all I
could see was more fur.  After a moment's hesitation, I remembered my
manners and reached up to pet his crotch.  That quickly exposed his
hardon, but it was the smallest cock I had ever seen.  It was no longer
than a AAA battery, and his balls were like half-sized lemon drops.  I
gently brushed back the hair from around the base of his dick to have a
better look at it. 
   He must have sensed my hesitation because he said, "I know its pretty
small, but it really does work."  I looked up at him and saw him smile 
anxiously, so I smiled in return.  I ran my fingertips along its tiny 
length and wondered for a moment how a man with hands as big as Ron's could 
possibly masturbate.
   Knowing this must be a very tender subject for the big bear of a man 
who had just sucked me off, I said, "Nah; its not small.  In fact, its just 
right for blowjobs." and went down on him.  
   It was, actually, the easiest blowjob I had ever given.  His dick 
didn't reach even part way down my throat, and I was able to take both 
his balls and his hardon tenderly in my mouth.  In about three minutes -- 
hardly as much time as it takes to jack most men off -- he started 
spurting.  There wasn't much cum, and I easily drank it down.  I sucked 
out every last drop and then licked the sweat off his balls.  I knelt up 
and looked at his face, playing with his still-firm cock absentmindedly.  
As his load hit my stomach, I felt a warmth spread out from it, and my 
own cock started to harden again.
   "Whew," he said.  "That was great."
   Without saying anything, I leaned back into his crotch and licked the
length of his dick one last time before moving up to kiss him.  It was
still hot and hard, but something didn't seem right about it.  After a 
moment's consideration, I figured out what was wrong: it was bigger.  In 
fact, it was almost twice as big as it was when he had cum.  So were his 
balls.
   I looked up at him, and saw him looking at me.  He was the same size as
before, but his dick had grown to much more manageable proportions.  
"How'd you do that?" I asked.
   He smiled.  "Come here.  The show's not over yet," he said.  I wasn't 
sure what that meant, but I was starting to get horny again and decided 
not to say anything which might deflate the situation, so to speak.
   I layed down next to him and kissed while his firm hands rubbed along my
smooth body.  With my left hand I kept playing with his hardon, mostly to
see how big it would get, but it seemed to have stopped growing.  He
reached down and gently took my hand off his dick and rubbed it into his
furry chest.  Then his hand found my own stiff cock and gently rubbed just
the head. 
   "Ready to go again?" he asked, between kisses.  I nodded and he pulled 
me close, leaving just enough room for his paw to wrap around my hard 
cock and pull.
   After just a few strokes, I felt myself sliding along the bed.  At 
first I thought it was just from his firm jacking, but then I noticed 
that I wasn't sliding back and forth -- I was sliding in only one 
direction: up, towards Ron's face.  I tried to say something, but Ron 
expertly stopped my mouth with a kiss.  He had the head of my cock 
burried in the hair on his tummy, hot against his firm skin.  His hand 
jacked along its length, only gently touching the head at all -- but each 
time I slid up, there was an almost-electrical sensation as my cockhead was 
burried under more tangled hair.  I closed my eyes to enjoy the ride.
   A minute later, my knee brushed something warm and soft, so I gently
pressed against it.  It felt like someone's balls and I opened my eyes to
look.  But before I could turn to look, I saw Ron's moustache blocking my
view.  It was very erotic, but also very unexpected.  I leaned back and
saw that his entire face was bigger.  Was his whole body growing -- not
just his cock?  He felt me pull back and opened his eyes.  I looked down
to see his fist covering my cock entirely, and also to see if he had 
spilled over the edge of the bed.  No, he was the same large size as always.
   I was shrinking!  I was almost half my starting height, and my dick had
shrunk even faster than the rest of me.  Ron started to say something, 
probably misunderstanding my reaction and trying to calm me down, but 
this time it was my turn to stop his mouth with a kiss as I burried my smooth
face in his furry one.  I started cumming immediately, and violently even 
though it was my second orgasm of the evening.  Most of it just oozed 
into the furry, sweaty mat on Ron's chest.
   I leaned back to catch my breath and felt Ron's giant fingers playing
with my still-shrinking balls.  I watched as he reached over to the 
nightstand with one of his well-muscled arms (and they were so long now!) 
to pull out some kleenex and dab the remains of my orgasm off his chest.
   "I hope I didn't startle you too much," came Ron's deep voice, now 
filling my ears.  
   "Not at all," I said.  "In fact, it's probably better this way, since 
I might have said no if you had asked."  My breathing was getting back to 
normal, and I rolled back over to press my smallness against his huge 
form.  I could feel that my shrinking had slowed, but not stopped 
altogether.  "This is really something else.  You're so big and warm."
   "And you're so small and smooth," he replied.  
   I reached down between my legs and felt my dick softening.  It was a 
lot shorter than it used to be -- less than half its earlier size.  I 
could almost cover it up with a single fist.
   "I could have just shrunk your dick if that's what you wanted, but I 
thought you might like it better this way," he said.
   Now it was my turn to chuckle.  "You definitely made the right
decision.  I said I thought it would be nice to be *smaller*, not just to
have a smaller dick.  I'm just as turned on by being surrounded by this
mountain of a man as I am about having a manageable prick for the first
time in my life," I said.  He smiled.  "You know, there's something I've
always wanted to do, and maybe we can do it." 
   "What's that?" he asked.
   "I've always wanted to lay on somebody's tummy while they jacked off,
squirting their load all over me.  But, of course, when you're six feet
tall, and you boyfriend has a pretty average sized dick and weighs about
the same as you, well, it doesn't quite work." 
   Ron had already rolled onto his back when he said, "I bet it will work 
tonight."
   I climbed on him and layed on my back.  His erection had never gone 
down, so it was easy to slide my legs around it on either side and rest 
my balls in the hair at its base.  It had grown until it jutted out ten 
inches -- and then I reminded myself that I had done plenty of shrinking 
too.  My head rested between his nipples on his chest, and the wiry hair 
played along my neck.
   His hand, now giant, came down to grasp his cock and start jerking.  
My balls bounced gently and I started getting hard again -- for the third 
time tonight -- but I realized that I wouldn't cum this time.  His 
cockhead swelled and changed colors as I watched it closely.  My legs 
felt his balls as the grew tighter and closer to his body and in no time 
at all he was cumming again, all over me this time.  His big dick 
squirted and squirted until my chest was completely covered with slimy 
white ooze.  He hummed contentedly and with both hands rubbed his cum all 
over my small body -- down my legs, in my face, everywhere.  It was warm 
and smelled good and I didn't resist.
   As I watched, his dick softened a little and then started growing
again.  It was like someone was blowing up a baloon inside his cock.  His
balls expanded and pushed my legs aside, in less than a minute,
mushrooming up to twice their size again. 
   I sat up and looked around the room.  My body was still slimy, but it 
was drying and getting sticky.  I played with the 18-inch cock which 
poked up in my lap and closed my eyes to take a deep breath.  I could 
feel the last patches of Ron's cum dry in the room's air.
   Suddenly, the sticky patches started feeling tight.  It wasn't an
uncomfortable feeling, but it was a demanding one.  I looked over Ron's
legs at the wall and saw what I knew I would see.  I was shrinking 
again -- and quickly this time.  I could feel my skin tighten as I 
contracted -- from three feet to two, and one of Ron's hands came up to 
massage my back.  From two feet to one, and I felt Ron's cock softening 
in my lap, even though it now reached halfway up my chest.  I set my legs 
on top of his balls and wrapped them around the base of his cock.  
   From one foot to six inches.  The erotic smell of a man's crotch was
overwhelming, and exhaused by the sex and shrinking, I just wrapped myself
around his soft cock -- which was soon be bigger than me -- and passed out.

                 *                    *                     *

   I woke up feeling quite disoriented.  I was in bed alone -- in a hotel 
room, it seemed clear.  Was I still in Portland; had it all been a dream?  
I stared hard at the ceiling, trying to remember what the pattern should 
look like, but it was no use.  My mind was just too foggy for any of 
that.  'It must have been a dream, and I must still be in Portland,' I 
decided.
   I let out a deep breath and rolled over to see what time it was.  7:30
in the morning.  Not too much time if I wanted to make my flight back to
DC.  I sat up in bed before I noticed there was a note leaning against 
the clock.  My heart started pounding as I unfolded it into the morning 
light.

	Hi --

	Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to see you again on this
	trip.  Maybe next time.  But I have left you with a present that
	you *and* your boyfriend should enjoy.  Don't worry; it isn't 
	a curse -- it will wear off in a few weeks.  Between now and then,
	make good use of it -- you saw how it works.  Call me sometime.

   The note was signed, "Ron" and had an Oregon phone number.  My heart
was racing.  It hadn't been a dream at all!  But what did he leave me
with?  I looked all around the nightstand and jumped out of bed to see if
it was maybe on the table. 
   As soon as I hit the floor, I knew something was very wrong.  My dick 
*wasn't* swinging in the air; my balls *hadn't* smacked against my leg 
with a satisfying, "thud."  I looked down.  
   I could barely see my soft dick sleeping admid my crotch hair.  I gently
reached down and rubbed my tiny balls.  They were very sensitive at this
size.  I looked up at the bedroom mirror and smiled.

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