Be Careful What You Wish For
By: ShrinkMe

I live in an apartment building with the parking spots lined up on the side of the building in the alley. All of us that park there have to come through a gate from the parking/alley area into the courtyard of the building. Next to the gate area is a little walled-in area that contains the trash containers. The little wall comes up to the average sized persons shoulders, so if someone in there you can usually see the top of, or all of, their head.

With my job I usually make it home around 6PM if the traffic cooperates, sometimes as late as 6:30, 6:45 if there is a snarl of some kind. The last few months, when I get home, I have noticed that there is the same man going through the trash along the alleyway. Most times he is rumageing through our containers as I pass by going through the gate.

I live alone in my one bedroom apartment. I am 36 years old, 6ft 1in, 175 lbs, blond and blue eyed. I don't work out but I try to watch what I eat as I don't want to totally lose it all. I am an 'out' Gay man almost everywhere I go, but those that don't need to know don't hear it from me. The usual kind of man that attracts me the most is the type that some refer to as 'trailer-trash'. The 'rough around the edges' kind of guy. Usually older, say around mid-40's or older. Body doesn't have to be tight, kind of prefer 'meat on the bones' as it were. Either paunchy or muscle, whatever. But there have been the exception to that usual rule. But generally that is the type of guy that turns my head. And this trash rummager is just that kind of guy.

I sort of kept an eye on him, noticing his particular habits, noticing if he carried any kind of weapon, was he aggressive to people who spoke to him, just kind of being aware of what kind of guy he was. He seemed to be relatively clean. He didn't stink or appear dirty overly so, even though he is going through trash. He changed his clothes about every other day. Always wore the same black leather boots and belt. Sometimes he had a plain black ball cap on, and sometimes bare headed.

This man was about 6ft 5in, 200 - 225 lbs, I'd say about 46 - 50 yrs old, had salt and pepper hair and was clean shaven, although sometimes he would go a few days before shaving. He wouldn't start conversations with people, he minded his own business. If he was harrassed, he would move away, grumbling along his way. Mostly he was looking for discarded but edible food and clothing and some doodads that he could easily carry.

Eventually I got the nerve up to talk to him. I had made dinner one night and made extra food, expecting him to come around at his usual time, so I had a carry-out container prepared with the left over food I had made. I heard him out there prowling around and grabbed the bag with the food in it and took it out to him. I slowly approached him as I didn't want to confront him abruptly. He looked up as I came around the corner from the gate.

I held the bag out to him and said, "I just happened to have left overs from my dinner, would you like some fried chicken and corn on the cob and mashed potatoes?"

He looked from the bag and into my eyes and then looked at the bag again and reached out for it. I handed him the bag and he didn't snatch it, but got hold and took it from me. He opened it to see what was in the bag and smelled the still warm food. I had thrown in plastic ware to eat with and large paper towels too.

He looked up at me and sort of smiled sheepishly and looked back in the bag smelling the food again. "Thanks, man. No one's ever done nothin' like this for me." He looked up at me again, smiling and I noticed he had a few gaps where teeth were missing. But he would be able to knaw on the cob of corn alright.

"Well, I couldn't help but notice you around here and I don't really like the idea of you eating garbage. I mean, it can't be good for you doing that. Can it?"

He was really liking the smell of the food, but tore his attention from it long enough to say, "When it's all you can do, you gotta eat ya know. I find stuff that is alright. Sure I've bit on bad stuff here and there, just spit it out, no harm done. I'm alright. But this is GOOD. Thank you, man." He smiled again.

"Well, you go on and eat it then. I'll leave you to it. Who knows, maybe I'll have some leftovers again soon for you." As I turned to go he thanked me again and went to a corner of the parking area where he could eat in peace.

I went back to my apartment and, later, I could have sworn I heard him burping in contentment from the good food he had eaten. I smiled to myself thinking of how I could lure him in for some further attention.

The weeks went on, I started bringing him food about once every three days or so. After a month he would allow me to sit out there with while he ate. I would bring out beers for us to drink, he liked that a lot. I found out his name was Roger. He had a decent life about fifteen years ago but he got injured on the job and one thing led to another and another and soon he was out of everything. He just couldn't deal with stuff anylonger and decided to hit the streets. His Dad had been a homeless drunk, he was raised by his Mom, he had two brothers, both dead. He hung out at shelters, moving from one to another as the time frame would run out on one. He got little odd jobs here and there, but mostly he lived in a shack down by the river/railyards.

I noticed a big ring he had on. Big silver band with a huge red clear stone in it. It had no etchings or markings on it, just plain silver band. But the stone would catch the setting sun and glow subtly.

I commented on the ring one evening, "Say, Roger, that is really some ring you have there. Is that an heirloom from your family?"

Roger looked at it casually and then looked up at me and told me, "I got it several years ago from an old woman who I met while on the streets. She was dying, coughed a lot, and was really thin and scrawny. She took a liking to me though and I would get extra stuff for her when I could. One night she was really having a bad go of it. I stayed with her trying to do what I could, which wasn't much. We both had a feeling she might not make it through the night, but I didn't say nothing to her like that. She had a big coughing jag and when she got her breath back enough from it she took this ring off her thumb and pressed it into my hand. She told me that it would do things for me if I wished hard enough for them. I thought she was talking fever talk and paid her no mind. But she repeated that. She said it wouldn't give me gold or riches, it would do things that were unusual, that I wanted. But be careful, she warned, as the power might not be what you expected. Then she had another coughing jag and that was the one that did her in. I buried her near the river. That is how I got this ring."

"So, have you made your wish yet?"

"Well, it was weird what happened. She was right. It was powerful. Not at all like I expected it to be like. It isn't anything that will make me rich by any means. But it HAS come in handy."

"You have got my curiosity up, Roger. What is it that you can do?"

"Well, man, I don't really want to go and tell you that. I don't want to be rude. You have been really nice to me. No one has ever given me food and clothes like you do. This 'thing' is really none of your concern. You know what I mean?"

"Okay. I don't want to make waves, Roger. That's fine, but it isn't something dangerous, is it?"

"I don't want to say."

So that was something I 'logged into my memory'. A few more months went along and eventually I managed to start bringing Roger up into the apartment for the food. At first he was leary of doing that. Being seen by my neighbors and that kind of thing. But I didn't care, and soon enough he didn't either.

Roger totally surprised me one night. As we were eating he said, "Joe, you have been really good to me. And you have never asked me to pay you back in any way for the food and clothes and stuff. Now, Joe. I get the feelin that you have been avoidin' sayin' something to me. I know you are a gay guy. I seen the way you been lookin at me and stuff. I been waitin' for the time you would up and ask me to do somethin'. Not that you been makin' me feel obligated or something like that. Shoot. I need attention sometimes, too, just like any guy would."

He just looked me in the eye and didn't blanch. I looked at him and nervously asked, "So, it doen't bother you any to be here with me? Are you telling me you want us to do something?"

"Dude, you want to swing on my meat? That's okay! Don't get all gushy faced. It's alright, Joe. There were guys who would come down to the river to the shacks looking for vagrants like me to 'do'. I don't mind it none. I just don't do anything back, if you know what I mean."

"Alright, Roger. Slow down. Why don't you go wash up in the shower and we'll, like you said, 'do stuff'!"

So, needless to say, I 'got some' that night!!!

Roger didn't become a 'sleep over date' by any means. He was really good to me, we had GREAT sex. But he was up and gone before the sun came up, I thought he went to the bathroom. But he was back the next day in the alley going through the trash as usual.

Several more months went by. Roger and I became real good friends. He and I had great sex, but he just couldn't stay. Up and gone before the sun came up all the time. And he wouldn't be at my place everyday either. He still 'maintained' his shack down by the river.

Then one night my curiosity over the ring won out between us. I was bound and determined to find out what the power was. So after dinner one night I approached the subject in a way that wouldn't allow him to back down.

"Okay Roger. Enough with the secret. You NEVER take that ring off. What IS the power, I REALLY want to know. I mean how bad can it be?"

"Joe, I have noticed around here in your apartment that you have a secret. A secret that you have told no one about. But *I* have discovered it with out you telling me about it. Do you want me to tell you what your secret is?"

I was dumbfounded. I couldn't imagine what he was talking about. "Sure. Tell me what my secret is."

Roger got up off the sofa and walked over to the bookshelf. He pointed to the last three books on the shelf. "I know that you have a secret desire to be shrunk and be the captive of a giant man. These three books have been read more times than any books you have in this whole apartment. They are all about different giants. I can sense your desire emanating from these books. Am I right?"

I noticed my mouth was opened. I was dumbstruck. How had he guessed my passion? I looked up at him standing there by the book shelf. "Yes. You are very right about all that. Ever since I was a little boy, when I got those books, I would dream about being caught and kept by a giant. How did you know all that?"

"That is the power of the ring. Now I can do something. I can grant you your deepest desire. You just have to ask me for it. But one warning. Be careful of your mind and your thoughts when you tell me your wish, your desires will come through to the front." "Are you serious? You are telling me that you can shrink me and keep me as your little person? You will be my giant?"

"I can grant you that wish, yes. But I also know something. A desire that could be dangerous to you. Be careful when you make your wish or it will ALL come true."

I had no idea what he was talking about. So I cleared my mind as best as I could. I looked Roger in the eye and said, "Roger, I want you to shrink me and be my giant keeper."

"Okay, Joe, your wish is my command. The ring will make it so." He held up the ring and it glowed a bright red like the sun and I blacked out.

I came too and noticed right away that it was blacker than night. And that my world was bouncing and swaying. I could smell a musky manly smell. Soon I realized that I was inside Roger's shirt next to his belly. I was amazed to say the least. Things slowed down and the shirt was unbuttoned and light streamed through and made me squint my eyes. I saw Rogers' hand come in for me and he gently grabbed me up and out of his shirt and out into the air of the shack down by the river.

I had no clothes on. They hadn't shrunk with me. I was being held in Rogers' hand in front of him and he was looking down at me.

"I told you to be careful of what you wish for, my little man. Now you will see what your wish is Joseph."

With that Roger started lifting me up to his open mouth. I tried struggling, but I was too small to be able to do anything but squirm in his grip. He was bringing me closer and closer to his mouth and it all came to me in a wave of horror. I had gotten involved in reading about Vore in books and on line. I had considered the idea of being swallowed several hundred times in all manners of ways. I guess I didn't clear my mind as totally as I thought I had and much to my amazement I was now going to become 'dinner' for Roger.

While I had been thinking all that I was being inserted head first into Rogers mouth. I was about six inches long so my feet stuck out as he pushed me into his wet warm mouth. I was starting to freak out thinking he would bite me down to size, but he just tilted his head back while pushing down on my feet until gravity started me sliding down his throat. Try as I might I couldn't find anything to prevent my downward progress and was actually sliding down Rogers throat faster than I thought would actually happen. I passed through the tight fleshy membrane that led into his stomach and came to rest there against the fleshy walls. I could feel Roger moving around a bit then he came to rest and I started feeling my air running out. It was immensely warm and that and the lack of oxygen was making me drowsy, and it being so black dark there inside Rogers stomach made me pass right out eventually.

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