You Can't Eat Just One
By: Quark (a.k.a. Martin)

It was inevitable that they would find each other. Greg was a big guy who liked smaller guys; Danny was a smaller guy who liked big guys. They were both gay men who lived in the same city, enjoyed the same things, and frequented the same places. This being the twenty-first century, they naturally met on the Internet, not taking the plunge into a real-life meeting at a local café until they got tired of saying "me, too" to each other's comments.

"I'll wear a Yankees baseball cap," promised Greg before their first encounter. He forgot, but they found each other anyway.

*

Greg dreamed of swallowing people. He didn't know why this should be the case, and he didn't know what to do about it. The thought of consuming an entire person into his own body started out as an odd but intriguing fantasy and developed into a full-blown fetish within a relatively short time. Sometimes he could think of nothing else, but sometimes he didn't think of it for days on end until something reminded him.

Danny reminded him.

It was nothing he said or did. In fact, Danny was completely oblivious to these strange desires. He would often catch Greg's speculative, hungry looks and mistake them for initiations of sex. Greg didn't mind this . . . he enjoyed nothing more than sex with his new boyfriend . . . and if he found it difficult to climax unless he envisioned Danny's body disappearing into some part of his own, he kept that to himself.

*

There were some things, a few, that they didn't have in common. Greg was a personal trainer with dreams of owning his own gym. Danny was a writer who worked part time in an antique-book store. Yet they never lacked for conversation. One night, Danny told Greg about a strange- looking book that he had shelved that day.

"It was out of a fantasy movie," he said, during a commercial. They were watching their favorite show, "ER." And they both liked fantasy movies.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know . . . dusty leather cover, the word 'magick' (with a 'k!') in gold leaf."

"You mean . . . spells?"

"Yeah. Funny, huh?"

"Yeah. Funny." Greg's handsome face assumed a faraway look. "I guess it's pretty expensive, huh?"

"More than I make in a year." Danny smiled. "Why? You interested?"

"Nah."

"Oh, too bad. I guess I'll have to return this little souvenir." He leaned over, grabbed his backpack from where he had dropped it earlier, and carefully pulled out a tattered, yellowing parchment.

"What's that?" asked Greg.

"Well . . . the book is this ancient first edition, right? The pages were practically jumping out of the binding. This one must have fallen out a while ago, because it was just folded up and tucked in the back. I thought I'd bring it to show you."

"Wow." Greg took the paper and looked it over, and Danny turned back to the TV.

"Oh, hey. Commercial's over."

Greg nodded and turned the sound back on. He put the paper aside, but not before he saw, in elaborate Old English script, the title of the spell it contained: "FOR THE SEPARATION INTO MANY PARTES."

*

After "ER," Danny climbed into bed, and Greg spent a few minutes straightening up the living room. He remembered the torn page and took it into the bedroom with him. "Do you think you should put this back soon?" he asked.

"Probably. I don't know if it can be repaired, though. I haven't even had time to look at it yet. What does it say?"

Greg sat down on the bed and rubbed his lover's leg with a meaty hand. "I can barely read it, but it looks like it says, 'Semitoth, astaroth, reductoroth, multiplicus.'"

That's when everything changed.

*

Greg didn't know what registered first, that Danny's leg split into several squirming pieces, or that his sudden sharp yell of pain dissolved into a higher-pitched chorus.

Looking up from the parchment with alarm, Greg saw the impossible. Danny was gone, replaced with dozens of tiny, wriggling pink creatures in a pile that took the general outline of his boyfriend's body. Shocked, Greg leapt to his feet, convinced that a colony of rodents had launched an attack, and it took a few moments off staring before he realized that each of the small creatures was an exact replica of Danny.

"Oh my God!"

Greg's deep, booming voice attracted the attention of many of the tiny men, who looked up and screamed. Many of them were already screaming for other reasons, notably the recognition of their giant surroundings and the sudden appearance of dozens (or even hundreds) of intertwined duplicates.

"Greg!" the little Dannys started to call in little voices. Some were also saying, "Is that you?" or "What the fuck happened?!?" or dozens of other variations of surprise.

Greg's voice was hoarse: "Which of you is the real Danny?"

"I am!" "Greg, it's me!" "No, it's me!" The Dannys looked terrified and confused, but each was loudly insisting that he was the original.

"Jesus!" the normal-sized man breathed. He brought up a hand to wipe his face, and he once again saw the paper he clutched, read the words, "FOR THE SEPARATION INTO MANY PARTES."

Separation. Many parts.

Shit.

*

Greg thought the night would never end. It was already late when he cast the spell. Getting the Dannys' attention, explaining what had happened, and reassuring them that he would go down to the book shop the next day and fix it took another couple of hours. The Dannys huddled in groups for comfort. It was obvious, after the initial rivalry of being the "real Danny," that they were beginning to understand that they were ALL the real Danny. It was also obvious, at least to the giant who watched them from above, that while each of the tiny men had a full set of Danny's memories and intelligence, his boyfriend's range of emotions and personality had been separated less evenly. Some of them were broody, some were detached, some were excited, some were cracking jokes, and some were . . . horny.

It was to be expected, he supposed. Danny was the horniest guy he had ever known, and while he was also the least confident about his own attractiveness (thanks to the insensitivity of past boyfriends), he supposed that, when one was tiny and surrounded by hundreds of oneself, one took any port in a storm. Some of the horny ones seemed to have gravitated together, and their caresses were beginning to seem other than strictly comforting.

They also began to drift over to Greg's giant, muscular thighs when he sat back down on the bed. At first they were satisfied with the warmth of the smooth, vascular flesh, but the giant noticed more than one miniature hard-on poking into his skin. This was the first physical contact with the little men, and he realized that he had been holding his breath, expecting them to feel like hairless rats, but they were soft and warm and SO small, only around four inches each, and they were starting to feel good down there against his bare legs, and wouldn't they just about fit in his mouth, or maybe up his ass, which was another of his recurring fantasies. And . . .

There was a stirring in his boxer briefs, a quickly rising emergency, and Greg leaped to his feet, thankfully not landing on anybody.

"Uh, time for bed! Now! I promise, I'll fix this in the morning, but we need our sleep!"

There was a chorus of miniature protests, but Greg was preoccupied with something else. "I'll be right back," he muttered, stalking into the bathroom.

The breeze from the slamming door knocked some of the Dannys off of their feet.

*

A horny Danny watched the giant stomp off, and admired the way his round ass filled out the boxer briefs he wore around the house. This is just too freaky, he thought, but seeing his boyfriend so much larger than life was an amazing turn-on. Some of the other horny Dannys seemed to find the giant too overwhelming and were reaching out to each other. That made perfect sense to this one, too. How often did one get to make love with someone who intimately knew all of his pleasure spots and insecurities, after all? Maybe later, he thought, moving to climb down the blanket to the floor. But right now, I've got a bigger fish to fry.

And seeing the bulge that had formed when Greg stood up, it seemed like he'd better hurry before this big fish fried itself.

He easily lowered himself down the weave in the blanket, which was like a cloth ladder to him, and ran across the wooden floor.

*

Greg had his hefty cock out before he could even perch on the edge of the tub. This is ridiculous, he told himself. What was the point of jerking off if your boyfriend was in the next room? Or somewhere over a hundred of your boyfriend, for that matter? But he knew, in this case, that his arousal was dangerous to the man he loved. Pulling on his monster member, all he could think about was Danny going down his throat, up his ass, squeezing down his piss slit. Little Danny in big Greg's body, by whatever means possible. And there were so many of them! He could spend a month or more, going through three or four a day.

No!

Just get this out of your system, he commanded himself. Tomorrow, you'll go down to that shop and get that book somehow and make everything right.

"If we can all just get through tonight," he muttered.

Then horny Danny slid under the door.

*

"Get out of here!" Greg hissed when he saw him. Caught red-handed, his fair skin blushed furiously.

"Greg, please." Danny almost cried when he encountered the massive, unexplained anger, but the giant's obvious horniness attracted him like a moth to flame.

"Get out!"

"You are so hot like this. You've got to let me climb on that thing before I grow back."

"Danny, please!"

But his tiny boyfriend walked closer, embraced the naked foot three times his length. Greg felt the tiny erection pressed into his toe, and his own erection danced in response. With a moan, he began jerking himself again, this time with his eyes fixed on the miniature, writhing man at his feet.

"Pick me up!"

Greg reached down to comply, feeling a Danny in his hand for the first time. It felt good. Like he belonged. He raised the palm slowly, allowing the horny little bugger to get a look at a cock almost twice his size as it passed by.

"You gotta let me play with it," begged the little man.

"Let me play with you first," said Greg dully, bringing his hand to his face and licking the small body from head to toe, tasting salty sweat and musky arousal. Danny moaned and sputtered at the attention as Greg's other hand returned to his cock and beat it furiously.

"This is so great," sighed horny Danny.

This is so great, echoed Greg in his thoughts, using his tongue to flip over the little body and probe the tiny ass. Danny ground his hard-on into a line on Greg's palm.

The giant was getting closer to cumming. He swung Danny around again, this time trying to capture the miniature cock in his pursed lips.

"Yeah!" screamed Danny, who'd never had a better blowjob. "Suck me!" A writhing little leg got caught into Greg's mouth, and the giant sucked it in.

Greg felt his cum rising as Danny stuck the other leg in of his own volition, reveling in the moist darkness and the warmth of the giant's breath washing over him. Soon, Danny was in up to his thighs, moaning with pleasure as the tip of the giant's tongue bathed his crotch and ass.

They both came at the same time, Greg's load splashing as far as the opposite wall, Danny's going practically unnoticed on the massive lips. Coming down off of his pleasure high, Greg tilted his head back and sighed, causing Danny to slip in further.

Realizing this precarious position, Greg froze, trying to look down the length of his face at his boyfriend's torso, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Danny said nothing, merely met the giant's gaze as he was sucked in further, not quite believing what was happening even as his fate grew increasingly obvious. He felt his ass slide across the slick tongue, his back scrape across rough teeth, his legs kick the roof of his boyfriend's mouth. Slowly, he went further in, losing sight of the giant eyes behind the ridge of cheeks and nose. "Uh, Greg," he called as the lips circled his chin, and then he was completely inside the dark, wet cave. And the giant's breath whistled past him as the massive man sighed with guilty craving.

The tiny man squirmed in sudden fear, attempting to beat his way out past the guardian teeth. Greg popped another boner at the sensation. Desperately willing himself to spit the Danny in his mouth out onto his hand, the hand instead clamped around his engorged cock and began tugging.

His instincts and desires raging out of control, Greg tilted his head back again and swallowed, feeling the wriggling little body slip over his tongue, thrash madly against his tonsils, and fall into his cavernous, constricting throat.

He screamed softly, another load of cum joining the first against the far wall. Then he lowered his head into his hands and squeezed his eyes shut.

*

Feeling like a murderer, Greg crept back into the bedroom. He expected that he wouldn't be able to face the Dannys, but something he saw took his breath away. One of the Dannys was now five inches tall, surrounded by dozens of others who only reached his shoulders.

From across the room, Greg could hear his multitude of boyfriends' impassioned pleas. "How did you grow?" "Will we start growing, too?" "What were you doing when it happened?"

"I don't know," the bigger Danny kept saying. When he saw his giant boyfriend approach, open- mouthed, he shot him a strange look but said nothing.

Greg, emotionally and physically drained, felt like he was going to collapse. "Guys, I'm sorry, but I really need to go to sleep now," he said. The Dannys exchanged knowing looks, as they had heard this quite a bit with even less provocation. Their big boyfriend liked his rest! Greg pulled out a spare comforter and spread it on the floor then spent several minutes transporting the small men down to the soft surface. Their warm, wriggling bodies in his hands reminded him of the horny Danny that he had swallowed, and he felt like crying. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked down at the boyfriends at his feet. "Look, I just want to tell you that I love you very much," he said. "We will figure out a way to fix this, I promise." As they told him that they loved him, too, the giant's eyes lingered on the five-inch Danny, who seemed strangely alone amongst all of his smaller copies.

"Good night." Greg swung his legs up onto the bed.

"Good night! Good night! Good night!"

As he tried to get comfortable in the bed, he listened to the Dannys do the same on the floor. God, he thought, I hope I can make good on that promise. Finding it absolutely excruciating, he refused to let his mind go to what he had just done, be he had no choice as he felt a small touch on his cheek. "I know what happened," said a tiny voice. "I know what you did."

Greg's eyes shot open, and he saw that the five-inch Danny had climbed up onto his bed.

"I'm so sorry," Greg whispered. "Danny, you've got to forgive me. I don't know what came over me!"

In the dim light, Greg could see the little man raise his little eyebrow. "Don't worry. It felt sort of good, actually."

"What?!" Greg's eyes bulged.

"I was hard as I slid down to your stomach. Mad as hell, of course, but also hard as a rock! Then all of the sensation faded. It didn't hurt."

"Then how did you get out here again? And how did you get bigger?" Greg asked softly, hoping none of the others were able to hear this conversation. It was one thing to have one boyfriend mad at him, but he didn't quite think he could take the fury of over a hundred, no matter what their size.

"I don't know. That is, I was out here all along. I guess I was closest to the bathroom, I don't know. I saw that other me crawling under the door, and I was a little mad I hadn't thought of it first."

"Huh?"

"Then, a few minutes later, I felt weird. And this other presence sort of came into my head. I can't explain it. It was the same as me, only it had different memories for the past couple of hours. I don't know how it happened, but those minds sort of fused together. And when I opened my eyes, I saw that I must have gained the body mass of two of us, too, as we were bigger than we had been."

Greg knew that someone gaining twice his mass and maintaining the same proportions would only grow twenty-five percent in height, so the story seemed accurate. The relief that washed over him was palpable. He thought he had done a terrible thing, but it actually may have led to the secret to getting Danny back to normal. He wanted to say something or think something, but he was just too tired. With the last of his strength, he pulled the five-inch Danny's body to him like a tiny doll and drifted to sleep.

*

There were more five-inch Dannys when he awoke, eight in all, including the one who had spent the night in Greg's hand. A ripple of excitement ran through the little men as they woke up and came to believe that the spell was slowly wearing off, that they would be growing back soon.

There was a problem with this, of course. If it were true, there would soon be over a hundred Dannys running around at full size, not something that could be easily explained or coped with, although Greg had to admit that the sexual possibilities were intriguing.

But the Danny who had grown last night had done so when two bodies somehow had merged into one. It was impossible to tell if there were fewer tiny boyfriends than the previous night. He decided to gather the larger versions into a conference and find out what was going on.

"Good morning! Uh, can I see you and you and you and . . . "

He gathered them up in his massive hands and carried them into the other room, much to the consternation of the multitude of others, who felt left out. "It'll just be for a minute!" he called back.

Carefully, he put them on the coffee table. "What happened?" he asked them, getting aroused at their small nudity and the memories of the night before, when one of them had slid down his throat.

"We fucked," one of them said.

*

Danny was one of those guys who could be either a top or a bottom, as the situation demanded. Apparently, amongst the folds of the blanket in the night, the situation had demanded that several of the hornier Dannys come together for some action.

". . . and when I came, I found myself melting into him," one of the little guys was saying. "Physically and mentally, we just . . . merged."

Greg breathed a huge sigh of relief. "So it looks like we found the secret to getting you back to normal."

"We've all got to pair up and have sex," said one of them with a smile of anticipation at the orgy that was to follow.

"There's that," said Greg, "and I think I know another way, too." One of the Dannys looked up (probably the one from last night, although Greg had lost track of him in the crowd of duplicates) and smiled.

*

They decided to experiment amongst themselves before involving the others. Greg went into the bathroom to fetch a bottle of Lubriderm and spilled a drop on the table. Two of the five-inch Dannys came together and began to kiss.

It was an immensely arousing sight. Greg, who had been hard all morning, found himself leaking pre-cum. All of the other Dannys got erect instantly as they gathered around to watch as the kiss segued into more intimate activities. The two performing men seemed immensely self-conscious and could likely only proceed because they knew their audience was chiefly composed of copies of themselves and the man they loved most in the world.

Greg leaned forward until his hot morning breath washed over the crowd on the table. His right hand began furiously stroking his erection. Before he knew it, three of the Dannys jumped over from the table onto his knee. Two of them squirmed down between his parted legs and began to make out with the massive man's musky balls bouncing above them. The other grabbed hold of the giant's tee shirt and tried to climb his body that way, a feat that was hindered by the bouncing from Greg's masturbation and the steep angle. "What are you doing, sweetie?" asked the giant.

"I want a repeat of last night," said the climbing Danny.

Greg paused, then scooped the tiny man up in the hand that was not busy. "That can be arranged."

*

The second time was easier on both of them. Greg kept Danny in his mouth, up to his waist, as they watched the other copies have sex on the table. One or two looked up, obviously curious and a bit jealous at the activity. The one in the giant's mouth moaned with pleasure as the massive, blunt whale of a tongue caressed his crotch and ass.

"Gonna cum," Greg grunted before too long, a warning to the boyfriend in his mouth to prepare for devouring and to those laboring below to prepare for a downpour. He was in seventh heaven, his lifelong fetish finally realized with the man he loved, who obviously trusted him and loved him enough to play along. "AHHHHHH!" Like the night before, he tilted back his head and sucked Danny into his mouth like a strand of spaghetti. The small, wriggling body slid over his tongue, bounced around the back of his mouth, and went writhing down his throat.

Below, the top Danny came in his duplicate's ass just as Greg blew, sending a white shower coating all of them. As the cum dripped down his body, he felt a rushing sensation, a great sucking from the form below him as the two became one. Two of the Dannys watching from the table yelled in surprise and triumph at the sight of two five-inch men becoming one six-and-a- quarter incher. They looked up in time to see their compatriot's head disappear into their boyfriend's pursed lips and watched in horror as they saw the lump descend into his throat.

Stunned, unsure what to do next, they heard yelling from between Greg's legs. Had another of their number been killed? What had caused this murderous turn in the man they loved and trusted above all?

Giant hands reached down and lifted up one five- and one six-inch duplicate. The others thought that more hanky panky had been going on between their boyfriend's sweaty thighs, that sex had merged two more into one, but this was not the case. As the tiny men looked on, stunned, Greg and the second six-inch Danny explained the other secret to growth, and to answer a few skeptical questions, they demonstrated again (this time, Greg had a bit of trouble swallowing the larger body).

Then they all wanted to try.

*

It took three days for the dozens of Dannys to merge back into one big one. Greg called both himself and his boyfriend sick at work, and then they got down to business. Tiny Dannys disappeared down the giant's throat like appetizers as others got together to jerk off the giant or fuck on his massive barrel chest or between his legs. When they all got too big to swallow easily, someone came up with the idea of other forms of insertion, and Greg had the joy of fitting ever- larger bodies into his rectum. This worked in the same way as the swallowing, with equally pleasurable results.

Finally, when there were only twenty or so left, and all of the Dannys were too big to fit into any part of their boyfriend's body, they had to be content with fucking themselves. This they did like satyrs, often with Greg's tongue buried between someone's legs or ass cheeks. They had sex in every combination imaginable, and it didn't stop until two four-foot men merged into one normal- sized Danny and collapsed with his boyfriend into a puddle of sweat and cum.

"Well, that was fun," said Danny as they kissed and looked into each other's eyes. They now felt they knew each other a hundred times better than before, and loved each other at least that much more. They drifted to sleep in each other's arms, and when they awoke, they dragged themselves into the shower together.

"I wonder what else is in that book," said Greg as they soaped off.

"I think I have a lot of photocopying to do," said Danny, laughing and feeling his boyfriend's ass.

*

When it came time to get dressed, Danny noticed that his clothes were too big. Not impossibly so, but his pant legs brushed the floor, even after he put on his too-loose shoes. The belt was not tight enough on its accustomed setting, and his shirt sleeves came halfway across his palms.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Greg, already dressed and noticing the consternation on his boyfriend's face.

"Maybe there were repercussions after all," said Danny, trying not to panic. "I'm still missing a couple of inches."

Greg laughed. "No, you aren't. I've got them right here!" He reached down the back of his pants and pulled out two duplicate Dannys from the seat of his underwear. One was four inches tall, and one was five, and both looked up with eager anticipation of what was to come. "I saved these two for later," said Greg. "One for each of us."

The big Danny met his boyfriend's expectant gaze for a moment and jumped into the even bigger man's arms, careful not to crush his two little replicas. Then the four of them moved into the bedroom for another day of fun. END

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