Message-ID: <183302Z29011994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an28528@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an28528@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 29 Jan 1994 18:24:15 UTC Subject: The Collection, Parts 1-3 (mm/nc/giants) Lines: 397 I am distributing this for the author, who is having trouble with his newsfeeder. Please direct all followups to an58228@anon.penet.fi Copyright 1994 . . . The followin may be duplicated elecroni- cally, and one printed copy may be made for personal use. DISCLAIMER: "Collection" contains sex senes between men of various sizes. If this doesn't turn you on, don't continue reading. If you are under 18,please do not read this. "The Collection" PART ONE: THE ADDITION OF BAXTER by Martin Just Frank's luck, the cop who pulled him over was a gor- geous specimen of manhood (blond, powerfully built, and with a promising bulge). Getting out of this ticket would be particu- larly enjoyable. It was dusk, and there was nobody else on the country road. Frank watched through his rearview mirror as the policeman strode confidently to the window of his Saturn. The cop's badge read "Baxter." "Are you aware that you were driving sixty miles per hour in a forty-five-mile-per-hour zone?" asked Baxter, all gruff and commanding. Frank just smiled winningly at the officer. "Are you aware, Mr. Baxter, that you are now six inches smaller than you were five minutes ago?" Baxter opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He obviously didn't know what to say to such a ridiculous non- sequitur. Apparently it occurred to him that this motorist might be on drugs, and he stepped back slightly from the window and put his hand in the vicinity of his gun. "Sir, will you step out-*" "One foot, now, officer," interrupted Frank, not moving. "Sir," began Baxter. That was as far as he got before his pants, suddenly much looser than they had been and weighted by his gun, fell down. The cop stood, frozen with astonishment. Frank smiled. He had been right about this cop's cock, which he had glimpsed briefly before it was covered by the newly-oversized uniform shirt. Even at Baxter's reduced size, his equipment was bigger than a normal-sized man's. "What the hell?!" the cop found his voice. He bent down to retrieve the gun. In an adventurous mood, Frank allowed him to unholster the weapon. As Baxter found himself confusedly compen- sating for the gun's increased size and weight, Frank struck again. In a moment, Officer Baxter disappeared from view, buried in a pile of blue clothing on the side of the road. Frank laughed to himself. He hadn't started out the day thinking he would make any new acquisitions for his collection. It was just his luck that the perfect man stumbled across him. He peered out the window and down at the street. Officer Baxter had just managed to work himself free of the uniform shirt, and stared upward in horror at the enormous, grinning man above him. Suddenly, the colossal car door opened above his head. A hand reached down, filling the 4-inch-tall Baxter's vision. Overwhelmed, the tiny man fainted. Frank caught him as he fell. Justin Baxter awoke some time later to the unique sensation of somebody sucking on his dick. After a few moments, this sunk in and he opened his eyes. Sure enough, bobbing up and down between his legs was the brown-haired head of a naked, muscular man. A man! "Hey! Cut that out!" The police officer didn't know where he was or how he got there. He didn't even remember his encoun- ter with Frank. But he did know that he didn't sit still for this queer stuff. He raised an unsure leg (why was he naked?) and pushed the man away. Too late, he realized he had an erec- tion, and he did his best to cover it. "Where am I? What are you doing?" The man looked extremely embarrassed. "What was I doing? I was doing what I was told to do. And what that was should be obvious." The man looked pointedly at Baxter's huge penis, which was still erect. "Oh, God," said the cop. "What is going on here?" He still didn't know where he was, but he didn't think he could be more humiliated. He uncovered his cock and put his head in his hands. The other man took pity on the newcomer and moved to sit beside him. "Hey, I'm sorry, man. It's hard on everyone at first. My name is Peter." Baxter grunted. After a pause, he said, "WHAT'S hard on everyone at first?" Peter sighed. "You haven't realized yet? Well, I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you, but . . . look around." The blond cop lifted his head from his hands and peered around him. He was sitting on a flat floor covered with some sort of loose-woven rug. There didn't seem to be any walls or ceiling, and he thought maybe he was outside. Two pillars about his size, one white, the other brown, stood nearby, and there were large shapes in the distance. "What . . ." For a moment, Baxter's mind refused to grasp what it was seeing. Suddenly, he remembered everything, and the panorama snapped into place. He and Peter were on an enormous table in a giant room. The nearby pillars were salt and pepper shakers. "Oh my God!" Baxter felt like he was going to faint again. "Welcome to the wonderful world of Frank's collection," said Peter bitterly. PART TWO: PETER'S STORY I was the first man to be included in Frank's miniature collection (Peter said to Justin). I've been this size, which by the way is about four inches, for around five years. I guess I should begin at the beginning. I've known Frank since we were freshmen in high school. I'm twenty three now, so it's been around nine years. We grew up next door to each other, and we weren't friends at first. In fact, I have to admit that I sort of picked on him when I first met him. He was a small kid, kind of nerdy. All of the older guys on the bus used to make fun of him every day, and I wanted to look cool, so I joined in. Eventually, Frank filled out some. After a couple of years, the older guys graduated, and I stopped picking on him, too. We became, well, not friends, but we lived so close to each other that we would sometimes hang out. When the time came to go to college, we both applied to State and we both got in. We decided to become roommates. Frank was easy to live with, and we eventually became good friends. He hung around our room a lot (he only went out to go to classes and to the gym . . . he never dated) and was always around when I got home. We'd talk about how our days went. I guess I did most of the talking. Frank would stare at me a lot, and sometimes it got a little creepy, but I just thought he was envious of my social life. One day, I came home from a date with my new girlfriend. I was excited because I had lost my virginity, and wanted to tell Frank all about it. Only Frank wasn't there. He didn't come home that night. I thought he had finally gotten lucky with some girl. I went to classes the next day, but he wasn't there when I came back that night, either. I was starting to get a little worried, and was about to call his parents to see if he'd gone home with- out telling me, when Frank walks in the room. He looked dazed, and his shirt was ripped. I said, "Hey, man, you okay?" I mean, he really looked weird. He said he was fine now, but he had just had the most bi- zarre adventure. I said, "Adventure? Do you mean we both got laid?" That was how I thought in those days. I thought "adventure" could only mean one thing. Frank had been looking pretty distant for a moment, but brightened up when I mentioned the sex. "Do you mean you lost it, Peter?" I was proud. "Yup. With Mary." He sat down next to me on my bed, too close to me, I thought. "Tell me all about it," he said. So I did. Well, just thinking about it started to get me horny and I kind of forgot that he had just home looking so bizarre. I was even starting to get hard as I recalled that night with Mary. I guess Frank noticed that. I certainly noticed his reaction. Very slowly, he put his hand on my dick. He still looked sort of dazed, and I remember thinking he didn't realize what he was doing. I was kind of surprised, and didn't move when he started massaging me through my pants. Well, it felt kind of good, but I didn't go in for that queer stuff. After a minute, I said, "You'd better stop." Frank reacted sort of badly to that. He pulled his hand back like he had just touched fire. He kept saying "Sorry, sorry" over and over. I took a minute to think, and said, "Frank, I don't care if you're gay, but please don't try that suff with me." Frank reacted badly to that, too. He jumped up and yelled, "Gay! I'm not gay!" I said, "Frank, how do you explain what you just did?" He said, "I don't know. I didn't do anything!" I said, "You just felt me up, Frank. Maybe you should talk to John" (he was our R.A. who was a psychology grad student) "or a therapist or something." I meant that he should talk to those people because he because he wasn't dealing well with his sexual- ity, not because there was something wrong with it. Frank took this the wrong way, however, and went ballistic. "You're going to tell everyone! You set me up! You just want an excuse to make fun of me again! Well, I won't let you!" And that's when it happened. I was still sitting on my bed, and he was pacing back and forth. Suddenly, he stopped and sort of towered over me. Then he REALLY towered over me. I mean, he was ENORMOUS! I didn't pass out like you did, but I was, of course, *totally* shocked. There was this guy I'd known for years, and he was suddenly, like, over 100 feet tall! He reached down to pick me up, and all I can remember is yelling my head off. I guess I wasn't loud enough for the sound to carry outside of our dorm room because nobody came. I guess if they did, they would have suffered the same fate. Well, maybe nobody hearing me just postponed their fate. God knows he eventually got about ten guys from our floor. But, back to the story. He put me in his hand and raised me up to his face. It was huge! I cowered in the palm of his hand as he stared at me for a long time. I don't think he had ever seen me naked before. I mean, I guess I had a good body and everything, but I was kind of shy. Then he sat down on my bed and picked up my underwear, which was still normal sized. He put me in the pouch part and held it up by the elastic waistband. Let me tell you, *that* was a weird feeling. You'll probably experience it soon enough, but I'll warn you now. There is nothing weirder than laying your whole body down in the crotch of a pair of underwear that fit perfectly just a few minutes before. All I could think for a minute was, my *dick* used to be here, and now my whole body is! Frank watched my reaction for a few minutes, then he laughed like he was gaining confidence. He said, "WELL, I GUESS YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL ANYONE NOW, ARE YOU?" I didn't answer, so he shook the underwear so much that I almost fell out. He said, "ARE YOU?" again. "No!" I yelled. I knew not to cross him. Then he lay back on my bed, took me out of my underwear, and put me on his stomach. I just sat there, because I knew that if I tried to get away he would stop me. Besides, there was nowhere to go. I had never felt so defeated. He was wearing a torn Hard Rock Cafe shirt from New York, and I sat down right on the word "York." I think that if I had been laying down I would barely have covered it. He reached down toward me with his giant hand. I thought he was going to grab me again, so I cringed, but the hand went past me, all the way down to his dick. I looked down and watched him start rubbing himself through his pants. He was really getting off on all of this! There was this big bulge sticking up. It looked like a hill. I got a very bad feeling as he started to talk. "PETER, YOU'RE MINE NOW. YOU'RE MY LITTLE TOY TO PLAY WITH. I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT, AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME. I KNOW YOU'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE BETTER THAN ME, PETER. BIGGER AND BETTER. WELL, NOW YOU'RE NEITHER. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?" I just shook my head. I didn't know what to do or say. That was when he reached up with his other hand and started feeling me all over with one finger. God, that finger was as big as I was. I felt so powerless, I just let it happen. What could I have done? He rubbed my chest and my butt. Then he felt between my legs and rubbed my dick and asshole. I started to get an erection, maybe it was from all the excitement, and Frank laughed when he felt it with his fingertip. "WELL, PETER. I'VE BEEN PLAYING WITH YOUR DICK AND LETTING YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN. NOW YOU CAN PLAY WITH MINE." And he reached down and pulled down his pants. Suddenly, he stopped playing with me, and I found myself lifted up into the air. A second later, I was sitting in his pubic hair. It was all around me, like overgrown brown grass and weeds. Right in front of me was his dick. It was so huge! At least twice my size. I didn't know what to do. I was just sitting there, when I heard, "PLAY WITH IT!" I still didn't move. He said, "CLIMB IT, OR I'LL SQUASH YOU LIKE A BUG." *That* got me moving. I stood up, and stood next to his enormous dick. He wanted me to pleasure him, but I didn't know how. I had never even touched another man's dick with my hand when I was my full size, and never thought in my wildest dreams I would have to stimulate a dick with my entire body. I heard a loud rumbling, and realized that Frank was clear- ing his throat. Tentatively, I reached out and rubbed the huge cock with both hands. "MORE," he said. So I tried to climb it. It was very big around, bigger than a tree trunk. I tried my best to climb this dick, but it kept flopping over. The smell of dick, sour sweat, was everywhere, and I got so confused. Finally, I just fell back into his pubic hair and panted. "HAVING TROUBLE? POOR LITTLE MAN. YOU CAN PLAY WITH MY BALLS INSTEAD." And then I found myself on his balls. I don't have to tell you how big they were. I stood and tried to get my footing on his loose sack. Finally, I just laid down on my stomach and started wiggling my whole body. From the sounds of moaning coming from dozens of feet away, I knew I was doing a good job. I got so tired, and tried to stop a couple of times, but he told me to keep going. Over my head, his giant hand was pulling on his dick. Suddenly, I went flying off his balls onto my bed. He had knocked me off of himself, and now stood over me on his knees. "HERE'S YOUR REWARD!" he said. And he came. Boy, did he cum. Before it blinded me, I just watched in horror. It shot from the end of that giant dick like water from a geyser. It covered me, and I was in a sticky puddle of the stuff. I had never been so disgusted in my life, but there was nothing I could do. That was just the beginning . . . PART THREE: A BIG ENTRANCE When Peter finished his story, Justin looked at him in confusion. "So you're telling me you're not gay," he said. That this was the only question he had testified to the state of his mind. "Oh, no. Not at all," answered Peter. "But you were . . . well . . . and doing it *well*." Justin embarrassed to note that he was still hard, and shifted his leg to try to hide his erection. Peter smirked at this, but otherwise pretended not to no- tice. "Well, I told you I've been a part of Frank's collection for years. He makes me have sex with all of his new additions while he watches. Sometimes, the new guy and I have to fuck and suck right on his stomach with him jerking off above us. When a guy comes in unconscious, like you did, he makes me suck him off until he wakes up." "Haven't you ever tried to refuse?" Peter laughed. "Oh, yeah. A lot of times. But it's not a good idea. He has these ways of . . . persuasion. Once, he tied me by the feet by a piece of twine. Then he held me over the toaster until I agreed to get fucked by a guy. Another time, he put me in the microwave and threatened to turn it on. It's easier just to go along with what he says now. I advise you to do the same, or you'll be sorry. He's very creative." Justin looked around the giant room. "Where is he now?" he asked. Peter shrugged. "I guess he didn't expect you to wake up so soon. The unconscious ones usually don't. He'll he back in a while." There was little to do as they waited. Justin walked to the edge of the table and scanned the enormous room. His cock re- mained hard and the other man continued his charade of oblivion. "Hey," said Peter, as if he had just thought of it. "What's your name, anyway?" "Justin Baxter," said Justin absently. He was contemplating climbing down the loosely-woven tablecloth, but it stopped some thirty feet from the floor. "You'd better not try to get away, Justin Baxter," said the other man. "He'll find you, and he'll be angry." As he finished talking, the two tiny men felt the surface vibrate slightly under their feet. "He's coming," said Peter. The giant footsteps grew closer and Justin was reminded of a scene from "Jurassic Park." Suddenly, Frank entered the room. The naked giant paused a hundred feet away from the table, and observed his little possessions from afar. Justin bravely stood his ground at the table's edge and took his first good look at Frank, as well. It would be a ridiculous understatement to say that he was tall, but Justin thought that even if he had been his normal six foot one he would have had to look up to meet Frank's eye. His body was hairy, but not particularly muscular. The disconcerting thought flashed through Justin's mind that, had they been in an even remotely normal situation, he might have thought that this man who was now a giant was pleasant looking. "Where the hell did *that* come from?" he muttered to himself. Perhaps the strain of the past few hours was causing him to lose his mind. He had never felt vaguely attracted to men before, but now his mind seemed to be rebelling, and his body . . . Shit, he still had that erection. He noticed, too late, that Frank had been fixated on the sight for the past few mo- ments. Justin turned abruptly to hide his body's arousal from his enormous admirerer, and found himself face-to-face with Peter. "It's show time," Peter said, with a shrug. "You'll get used to it." He reached out and tentatively put his s hand on Justin's chest, slowly massaging his way lower. Justin was trapped. He had barely stopped himself from recoiling backward from his companion's touch; any movement in that direction would have resulted in a rather nasty fall. At 9.8 meters-per-second-per-second, he didn't want to think about how fast he'd hit the floor from a height of what was, in the normal world, less than three feet. Peter reached his throbbing erection and grasped it with both hands at the very moment that Justin felt an overwhelming presence behind him. He turned in alarm and stepped backward into Peter, momentarily feeling ample evidence of arousal against his ass. Then the hand came down. Fingers filled his vision, and pinned his arms to his sides. He was crushed against Peter as he felt himself rushing upwards at an incredible rate. Peter's dick was at his ass again, pressed into his crack by the hand's pressure. For someone who claimed not to be gay, Justin thought, this man certainly could- n't prove it by me. Then thought left him as the upward motion stopped. Frank tilted his hand and uncurled his fingers, leaving Justin and Peter entangled in a colossal palm, staring up at a very eager face as big as a billboard. Continued . . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.