Freedom
By: Pi-Zero

I'm waiting for you at the door to our shared apartment when you arrive home from work. You smile to yourself, thinking, "About time you learned how this relationship is supposed to work." You look around our apartment, all in my name, paid for by my work and cleaned by me.

You look down at me, a 5'4" swimmer's build to your 6'8" abercrombie model, gym body. You note again that really, I'm pretty attractive for such a pathetic little man. You marvel at how easy it was to entrap me, who before you had been such an independant and self-sufficient man. All it had taken was finding some injudicious pictures and montages I had created online, and you were in.

Entrapment had been easy, but breaking me had taken most of a year. Sexually, you could simply force yourself on me through shear strength and mass, and you liked it that way, liked feeling my body pinned and squirming beneath yours. But the rest, the cleaning, the cooking, that had posed a problem. I was a defiant little shit, trapped or not. But here, finally, it seems I had capitulated. The apartment is spotless, and you can smell delicious scents wafting from the kitchen. It must be steak, you think.

I'm smiling, and beam even wider as you actually grace me with a grin and a peck on the cheek, a rare occurance for either of us. I take your coat and we head for the kitchen, eating an excellently cooked meal of steak, lightly seasoned with rosemary and thyme with a side of a heady red wine. We eat largely in silence, though you do pause to appreciate the meal, "Delicious meal, glad you're finally learning how to be a proper housewife." I smile and nod, going back to eating, and you miss the roll of my eyes behind my wine glass.

After dinner you start to head to the living room to watch TV but I catch your arm, holding you back. You turn, a glare dying on your face as you realize I've got an odd look on my face. After a second you realize, I'm being coy, it's surprisingly cute.

I smile, putting a finger to your lips and pressing my body gently to yours, "I'm not done yet, treating my man the way he deserves. I've got something in the bedroom to help you relax tonight. I know it's been a hard week at work."

You can't help but snicker to yourself, you know your job as a personal trainer doesn't come close to as taxing as my job as a biochemist. You know I have to pull strange hours and get up ridiculously early to even be able to come home early enough to beat you home, much less to prepare a meal and clean. Amazed at this turn in my personality, this seemingly complete submission, you allow yourself to be drawn into our bedroom.

I gently push you to the bed, removing your clothes as I pull out a small dark brown bottle, "It's a special massage oil, helps to relax your muscles while... having other... enjoyable effects."

You're surprised, I never initiate sexual play, knowing I'm going to end up exclusively on the recieving end, something I hate. But you're even more surprised by my attempts at seduction, I'm direct to a fault, even when it's to my detriment. Amazed, you turn over to let me begin.

The oil is already warmed and releases a pleasant tingle into your muscles as I begin to work it into your back. The warm soft sensations slowly spread through your body, settling behind your groin. You groan softly, both from the wonderful massage and relaxation and your suddenly hard member, pressing into the bed. Resistance is the furthest thing from your mind as I gently roll you over and begin to work on your front, slowly working my way up your legs and then down your chest and stomach to finally arrive at your favorite organ, your cock.

You can't help but release a moan and tip your head back as my hand wraps around your hardness, slicking it up with the same tingling oil. You reach down for me, wanting more, but I'm already there, my tongue teasing the tip of your cock and making it bounce in response before slowly taking the shaft into my hot, tight mouth. Your hands find the back of my head and begin to pull my mouth down and up, totally lost in the sensation, missing the twinkle that lights my eyes as I watch your muscular body clench in rhythm with the increidble sensations.

As you get into fucking my face, your usual sex-talk begins to spill from your mouth, "Oh fuck yeah, gonna fuck that tight little mouth. Fuck fuck, yeah, worship that big hard man meat, little man. Unngh, you wish you were as big and sexy as me, don't you? Eeerggg. Wish you could do... this?"

You flip over, dragging me with you, pinning me beneat you as you continue to fuck my mouth, barely noticing that I'm not squirming this time, not fighting at all. Your litany continues, "Oh yeah, damn it's hot feeling your tight little body pinned under my big hard one gonna fill that little stomach with my manjuice and then fuck your brains out, huh? Show you how a REAL man feels like, not some pathetic midget like you. Rrrggggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

You collapse, spasming, burying yourself in my mouth and throat as you cum, more than ever before. It's like a great wave crashing over and over through your body, entirely out of your control. The world is spinning. Distantly you can feel my small hands grip your butt and pull you even closer as you continue to explode, longer and harder than you ever have before. You can feel my tongue still writhing around your member, coaxing yet more out of you.

You arch your back, "Stooop!" The p[leasure is too much, you feel like your head is going to explode. You push against me, trying to lift back off me, but you can't, I'm stronger than I should be, holding you against me coaxing wave after wave of hot cum from your tired balls. Finally, your body gives up, and I relent, releasing your hips and allowing you to roll off of me.

You round on me, "What the fuck was that? I said stop! I'll fucking smack you!" The room is still spinning, and the tingling still fills your muscles. Something is wrong, but you can't place it, something is not right, out of place.

Then, I stand up off the bed, and you realize what's wrong. I'm at least 5'9" tall, and my muscles are those of a wrestler, no longer the sleek physique of a swimmer. I grin, "You like? You should, they're yours... or they were."

Confused, you sit up, ready to strike me, to put me in my place, hallucinations of sudden growth or not. But then it hits you, I'm taller, but your perspective is off by more than that... oh shit. I watch the comprehension dawn across your face slowly, "Light dawns on marble head. That's right, LITTLE man, I stole your body... well... part of it. As you shrink, I grow. I'm guessing I'm about 5'9" or so now, and you're... probably only 4' or so?" I grin, and it is not friendly, "Looks like the shoe's on the other foot now, eh big man?"

You scramble back, telling yourself it's not just to get away from me, "Fuck you, what the hell did you give me?! This has to be a hallucination, put me back! NOW! I'll fucking kill you, you little shit!"

I grin, reaching for you and snagging your leg, "I'm a biochemist, *honey* you do the math. Now c'mere, I want to see you." I drag you easily off the bed, forcing you to stand next to me. Where before I came up to your mid chest, the positions have indeed swapped and now you're looking at my suddenly broader chest. I grab your shoulder in a tight grip, "Now what was that you were saying about being pinned?" I force you back against the wall easily, squeezing your shoulder until you're forced to kneel, eye to eye with my throbbing almost eight inch member. "You know what to do" I growl.

But you're not so easily broken as that, "Like fucking HELL. I'll never suck your dirty ass dick you pathetic piece of SHIT! I swear, when I get big I'm goi-oommph! Mmmph!"

I don't want to hear your excuses, so I fill your mouth, slamming your head into the wall as I ram my dick down your shrunken throat. I groan, "Fuck yeah, this feels good. Oh god, no wonder you enjoyed it so much! But you know what makes it even better?" I grunt as I pump my dick into your stretched jaws, "When I cum, I'll steal even more of your size. Isn't that great, honey?"

My jibe produces exactly the desired result. You begin to flail, trying desperately to push me off you, but you can't get any leverage, and you're dizzy from the oil and your head repeatedly smacking into the wall. Your eyes widen in fear as you feel my huge member expand in your throat, warning of the coming flood. But you can't do anything to prevent it as you feel hot liquid fill your throat.

This time, you're not the one orgasming, and you can feel the world slipping around you. My dick swells even larger in your mouth, and as I hold you there you have to slowly rise from kneeling to not end up literally hanging from my cock.

You're angry, I can see the fury burning in your eyes, and it makes me laugh as I hold you there, mouth stretched around my dick, unable to pull off because of my now huge hand behind your head.

Finally I release you and you jump back, slamming your head into the wall... again. You look up, up, and up at me. I'm about 6 feet tall now, and you're... you can't be much more than 3 feet tall. "What the hell! YOU came! Why did I shrink again!" You can see the new muscles bulging on my arms and the thick legs you now stand eye to thigh with. Your muscles, your mass, your size. Siezed by an uncontrollable rage, you throw yourself at me, pounding away at my legs and stomach with all your inconsiderable might.

I don't stop you. I don't even bother to try. Instead I tip my head back and laugh, long and loud, lower than before. Still chuckling I grab your wrist and lift you bodily off the floor, "Feisty little guy, aren't you? All the better for the next course! Sorry little man, the exchange only works one way. Whenever either of us cums, I get more of you... oh wait, never mind, I'm not sorry. This is fucking AWESOME and you've been BEGGING for it." I toss you negilently onto the bed, where you roll into the pillows at the head.

You turn towards me, fear finally starting to replace the anger in your eyes, "Next course? C'mon... it wasn't that bad... was it? Put me back... I... I'll give you everything and never darken your door again."

I pause, dramatically rubbing my chin and tilting my head, "Hm... let me think about it... It's a really hard decision, you know. Could take hours of - NO." I smile, darkly and walk towards the bed, "Why would I do that? This is FUN! It's about time you were at MY mercy, did what I wanted, squirmed under MY big, hot body. Besides, I'm liking this new height and muscle mass, it's hot, sexy, powerful." I kneel on the bed, grinning and showing my teeth, gleaming in the dim light, "It makes me horny." I grab your ankle and pull you down, under me, "And hungry."

You thought I seemed large before. Now your realize your entire body can hide under my torso. Only your legs below the knees stick out. The room is blotted out by my bulk, and you can feel the heat and desire rippling off my body, filling the air in a miasma of sex. It's so similar to the scene that played out in this room every day, but this time, you're the one on the bottom and I'm the one in complete and absolute control. You can feel a steel rod as big as your forearm hot and sticky against your stomach and chest, slowly pulsing as if with a life of it's own.

Noticing the direction of your attention, I laugh again, deep and booming, "Aww, I think it likes you..." I reach down, gripping the huge length, brandishing it at you as if to skewer you through the gut with my manhood, "But you know, it's a shame to keep such a beautiful sword bare... I really should sheathe it..." I smile, reaching under you and rolling you over onto your stomach with an easy motion as I lower myself down, pinning you further beneath my suddenly massive weight and blocking out what little light passed around me.

You can feel that huge throbbing pole arching up between your tiny thighs and over your ass and back, dripping a hot slime down onto you, pressing into your body. "No... please... you'll tear me apart... I can't..."

But I'm not listening, you can feel the mass above you shift backwards, and my huge member slides down until the massive head is between your tight muscular cheeks. "No... Iaaaaaaaarrrrrggghhh!" You yell as I lower myself down, letting my weight force your largely virgin backdoor wide open, wider than it was ever intended to go.

I groan, "Aaaaah. Oh GOD you're incredible. So tight, so small, so pathetic. Squirm for me." And I begin to fuck you, squashing you into the bed, smashing your high, tight butt easily beneath the relentless pounding of my hips. I'm moaning in extacy, a sound so like the sounds you usually make this time of night, totally oblivious and uncaring towards your discomfort.

You can barely breathe, much less speak, your face crushed into the bed beneath you, your ass on fire. You feel like you must surely explode. I'm pretty decently endowed at normal size. Now it feels like I'm cramming my entire arm up your ass. You can feel the hard helmet pressing against the bed through your diminutive body as you are bounced uncontrollably beneath me.

My humping gets more insistant, pushing even deeper into you, forcing a startled moan from your lips. I'm panting hard now, and you can feel my dick expanding even more inside you as I bury myself inside you, collapsing onto your back with my entire weight as I explode into your tiny body.

As I explode again, you can feel your body start to contract again, and mine to expand. I grow even heavier on top of you and your ass shrinks around my expanding manhood, threatening again to split you in two. Still cumming, I roll over, dragging you off my dick jsut before you are literally split in two. I grip you tightly, spraying all over you, and you watch as I expand with each spurt, muscles bulging, body lengthening and the world grows larger around you.

I pant, looking down at you, "Not bad, eh? What are you now... 18 inches or so? DAMN, this is fucking hot. Bet you lose half of what's left on the next one, eh?" I measure myself against the room, judging my own height to be just over 6 feet now.

You squir desperately in my grip as my words sink in, "Next one? What? No! You can't! Please, just let me go... I'll do anything!"

"Of course you'll do anything. Anything to have your power back, anything to be top dog again, but guess what? I'M in control now. You'll do whatever I want because I want it, cooperation is irrelevant. And yes NEXT ONE. I want more of your size, little man." Amazingly enough, I'm rapidly hardening again, though I just came what seems like gallons. It slides, still slick with jizz and sweat up along your back.

"No, no, no, please..." You beg, trying to squirm up my abs and chest to escape the rapidly expanding python above you.

I laugh and easily shove you back down to my slimy crotch, "Get back there and get to work. This one's yours, little man."

You start at this and shake your head at me, some of that angry fire returning to the glare you give me, "You want me to HELP you do this to me? FUCK YOU you FUCKING SON of a BITCH!"

My eyes narrow, and I grab your diminutive body in my huge hand, easily wrapping entirely around your torso, "You WILL help me, or I'll fucking crush you to a fucking paste and use it to lube up my dick you pathetic little MAGGOT." To emphasize my point I squeeze with each word, making your eyes bulge out and forcing the air from your lungs. Finally, I let you drop back to my chest, gasping for breath, "No get to it."

Glaring resentfully up at me, you comply, crawling back down towards my cock. "What do you expect me to do with it?" You snap.

I shrug, careless, "That's your problem. Make me cum. Now."

Still glaring at me, but afraid of what I might do you shuffle towards my crotch, and the already hard, huge slimy monster waiting for you there. You've never seen me like this before, but you know where you have seen it... yourself. This is, more or less, how you treated me.

You approch my throbbing cock, it's huge, nine inches now, half as tall as you are. Almost shaking, you reach out to touch it, as if waiting for it to bite you or something. You flinch as you feel the slime of my cum and your ass on the hot, pulsing flesh. You don't know what to do now...

Suddenly you hear me growl behind you, and fearfully you wrap your body around my massive member, frantically trying to massage it, jack it off, anything to avoid being smashed in my hand again. You look up, hopeful that you're achieving your goal, making me happy, but I'm just lying there, glaring down at you. You try again, trying to jack off the enormous cock you're wrapped around, but I just keep glaring, "Get the fucking head, dipshit."

Scared of what I might do, you comply, getting your hands inside my foreskin as you wrap your legs around the trunk of my dick. I groan and lean back in pleasure, my eyes closing. "Fuuuck yeah. Kiss it!" Grimacing, you comply, pressing your face in among the folds of my foreskin, my piss slit sucking at your face and covering you with the reek of old cum, stale piss, and your own ass. I groan, my hand coming down to wrap around you and my dick, pressing your face deeper into my foreskin, forcing you tighter against my dickhead. I moan, "Get your tongue in there!" As my hand begins to rub your lower body up and down my lubricated pole, my thumb handily pinning your face where it is.

Feeling my hand gripping you tighter, you comply, gratified to hear my answering gasps of pleasure. Your skin feels like it's being abraded off as I brutally use your body for my own enjoyment, mashing your body up and down my manhood while rubbing your face into the tip. My groaning shifts to heavy breathing, then intense gasping. You feel my cock expand next to your skin. Frantically you try to pull back from the head, but my thumb keeps you thoroughly pinned.

I grin at you as I explode, forcing cum down your throat and covering your entire upper body in the slick stuff. Grinning and gasping, I let you go, watching with obvious pleasure as your body shudders and collapses in on itself, my own slowly expanding a little further. When you're done shrinking you're about 8 inches tall and almost completely covered in my pungeant spunk. You try to wipe it off, but just end up smearing it around for the most part.

"Well, that should be about it, little man." You look up at the sound of my voice, surprised, "Wait... it's... it's over? No more shrinking?" I smile, but it's not friendly, "All done, no more shrinking. We've never managed ot get a layered effect. You can jack off all you want and you won't shrink at all."

You stand there, processing the information, "Does... does it wear off? When will I grow back?"

I chuckle, shaking my head, "Sadly, it does indeed wear off. We haven't figured out how to stabilize the process with animate singular objects yet. So, left to your own devices you'll be back to normal by about lunch time tomorrow."

Your face bursts into a beautific smile, "Oh... I... I knew you wouldn't do something permanent to me! You're too nice for that, a wonderful man. I... I'll pack everything tomorrow once I've grown and be gone from your life by tomorrow night. I promise, you'll never see me again!" You're practically falling overyourself, "Maybe I'll move to San Fran... or England! Or... um..."

You trail off looking at me, "Wait... why...?"

I smile, teeth showing, a gleam in my eye, "Left to your own devices, as I said. Left to your own devices as an animate, singular object. But I plan to interfere with that." I look down at you, standing aghast on my stomach.

Your eyes bug, "You... you're... you're going to kill me? You can't! Someone will find me! You wouldn't!"

I laugh, head lolling back, my heaving stomach tossing you around, "Always so simple minded! No, I'm FAR more thorough than that, you should know that by now! No, I'm going to make sure you're neither singular, nor animate, and further that no one can find any evidence."

You frown, furious at my laughter, "So you DO plan to kill me. And what the fuck's with this 'singular' shit, you going to cut me up or something?" You kick my deflating dick with your tiny foot, barely nudging the sleeping beast.

My eyes narrow and I glare down at you, "You could say I plan to kill you. But there will be no cutting. No, you're going to be alive and concious for this. You've taken everything you can from me, and now it's my turn. I've already taken your size and your power, now it's time to take the only thing you have left to give me, your tiny little body."

You stare up at me in confusion, and then horror dawns across your face, "You... you... you're going to... eee... EAT me! You CAN'T! I'm a MAN for god's sake! PLEASE!"

I don't respond immediately, reaching out and grabbing your diminutive body, your entire torso vanishing easily into my hand. I lift you up to my face, close, examining the perfect detail of your body, squirming so helplessly in my hand. I squeeze you tight, "You CAN'T tell me what to do anymore. NEVER again. I can do ANYTHING I want!"

You shake, begging for your life, staring at my huge face. You can feel my hot breath, smelling of your cum from earlier, not a pleasant smell you realize, blasting over your face and body. You watch my lips move as I talk, each larger than your leg, huge and red and powerful. My eyes, the eyes that drew you to me in the first place, so sweet and innocent, are no longer depthless pools of cool water, they are an infinite abyss of ice and they hold no mercy.

I watch you, watching the realization of your fate tumble over you like a wave. "I can and I will do whatever I want. And what I want is for you to be gone, forever. This way I'll keep your size and power, and you'll provide just a little bit of extra protein to make it even bigger. Consider it payback. Your life swallowed mine for too long, now my life..." I smile, my huge perfect white teeth showing, "Will swallow yours."

You squirm futiley in my hand. You can't help yourself. You beg, promising everything. Money, power, posessions, sex. You can't tear your gaze from my huge face, those huge white slabs of teeth, those colossal red lips, the portals to your doom.

I continue, "I'm going to swallow you. And I'm going to do it slowly, and you're going to kick and squirm and fight the whole way down. I've fantasized about this since we first got the prototype chemical. Can you see, little man? I'm already getting hard again just imagining it, slipping you down my throat to my nice tight stomach... Thanks for making sure I had no gag reflex by the way!"

I laugh as you squirm in anger, "Imagine it, packed tight in my gut, totally dominated by something as weak as my stomach! And outside, I'll be savoring every moment of it. Savoring every futile kick and struggle, probably jacking off. Yes, that's right, when you feel that rhythmic rocking? You'll know I'm getting off on it, knowing I've finally got you where I want you, inside of me, at my mercy. You're going to be mine, all mine. And the only 'evidence' left for anyone to find? A smelly pile of shit in the toilet. That's right, every bit of your power and size, everything that's useful about you? I'll make it mine. And the rest? I'll shitcan it. Flush it away with the rest of the shit. How's it feel to be nothing but a meal, a delicious, squirming meal, soon to be nothing more than a trip to the can?"

You see I am indeed hard again, possibly harder than ever before, and you hear my stomach gurgle, ramped up by my horniness and the promise of food. You realize I'm not bluffing, I fully intend to do this, to swallow you whole and alive. And, you realize, you made it possible. When you met me, I couldn't possibly have swallowed something as larg as you are now, I would have choked. But you "taught" me to open my throat wider, killed my gag reflex.

"Ready? Ready to become part of me? And when you're in there, feeling my stomach pressing in on all sides, beginning to digest you, wait for the belch. That will be the last salute to your pathetic life, one burp to end your entire existance." I open my mouth wide, letting you see into your doom.

You squirm desperately, but there's no way to fight the incredible power of my hand. Your eyes are locked on that awesome cave in front of you. The huge stalagmites of my teeth which so could easily split you in two, guarding the vast and terrible maw of my mouth. My tongue undulates like some horrible beast anticipating your arrival. And there, behind it all, my uvula hinging over the black chasm of my throat, the passageway to your final resting place. You promised yourself you wouldn't give me the satisfaction of any more begging, but that decision means nothing as a scream of pure terror is torn from your throat.

I shove you forwards, muffling your scream in the spongy wetness of my tongue which prompty wraps around your face, tasting you all over. And that's what it is, tasting, just like any other morsel of food. My lips close around your chest, cutting off the light and leaving you only with the smell, the sound, and the slimy wetness for companions.

You can feel my huge finger pressing between your legs, pushing you forwards and deeper. You feel my tongue rasp across your face and chest and suddenly you feel empty space in front of your head. Here you are, and you can't even see it. Below your face hangs above the depths of my throat. You feel my lips warm around your middle, and the cooler air and hope, desperately, that this is all a ruse, some horrible joke to terrify you.

But it isn't. I push again, pressing your butt and groin between my lips like a choice chocolate, my eyes closed in pleasure. "Mmmmm" I moan around your body, wanting you to know just how much I'm enjoying this. I can feel your saliva soaked head pressing against the back of my throat, just starting to be forced downwards, and am thankful I have no gag reflex so I can savor this moment.

You fight desperately, kicking your legs wildly as you feel your head pushed downwards against the wall of my throat, smelling more ominous odors from below. Your arms thrash, colliding painfully with the solidity of my teeth. And then, you feel my hand again, wrapping around your leg with irresistable force. You feel yourself jolting forwards, your neck bent painfully before your shoulders follow it into the slick tightness of my throat. Your arms stop flailing, you can barely move them.

I tilt my head back, not so much to make my job easier as to make your trip more agonizing. I let my throat open, feeling your own weight pull you slowly deeper, sliding against the thick slimy walls of my throat. I can feel your legs slipping between my legs and watch as your feet vanish from my view, just your lower legs still outside. I lok across the room at the mirror above the dresser, seeing the small man-shaped bulge in my neck moving slowly downwards.

You struggle to maintain a grip on something, anything, but everything inclduing you is too slippery, too slick to grab, and there's nothing you can do to stop your downward progress. You know your struggles only serve to increase my pleasure, but you can't help it.

Finally, I can't resist. I swallow, feeling your feet jerk into my mouth. I caress them once, urging a teasing writhe from you before they slip after you down my throat. I feel you squeezing down down, watching as the bulge of your body vanishes into my chest until I feel a tightness.

Your head has struck the entrance to my stomach. It was both a longer and a shorter trip than you could ever have dreamed. You can barely breathed, the velvet vice of my throat gripping you ever so tightly and trying to crush the air from your lungs. You think your neck might mercifully break before I suddenly gulp again and the entrance opens, and you are squeezed slowly into my stomach.

Somehow you had imagined there would be space in here. But there isn't. You are rapidly forced to curl up, upside down, the blood rushing to your head. The walls are almost as tight here, and wetter, moving constantly. It smells disgusting and you feel nauseous, as if the situation alone wouldn't be enough to make you sick. The blood rushes to your head, making you dizzy.

True to my word, I am getting off on every second of this. I'm so hard I feel like my entire body must surely explode at any second. I grab my cock, rubbing one hand over my full stomach, my stomach full of you as I jack off, feeling you begin to fight inside me, trying desperately to escape. I hold off as long as I can, but the incredible sensations become rapidly too much and I explode all over myself, the most violent orgasm of the night.

You growl and fight, knowing I'm enjoying this, desperately hoping you can gain some purchase, tear your way out, kill me if you're going to die. You can hear my heart pounding above you, intime with the squelching of the stomach around you. You know it's coming, the end. You can feel the slime oozing from the walls more quickly now, and the crown of your head is beginning to tingle.

I wait a few more seconds, savoring the suspense and then squeeze my stomach ever so slightly, and open my mouth, emitting a roaring, satisfied belch. I feel you squirm more intensely inside me.

The air rushes from around you, what little there was. You feel the walls constrict around you, tighter and tighter, pressing the air from your lungs. Bitterly you fight, but there's no space and no energy left. As world drops into black oblivion you growl, "Bastard."

I feel your struggles stop and the gurgling of my stomach as it kicks into high gear setting about digesting you. "Fuck yeah. No one controls me, EVER. Now you're mine, and your size and power is mine too. Aaaaah." I belch again, smaller this time and lean back in MY bed, spreading out.

It's good to be free.

The End

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