Gatorade
By: Pi-Zero
“You got anything to drink kid?” asked a voice over Brad’s shoulder. Brad was about to snap back a retort - he hated being called “kid” just because he was only five-four. Then he realized it was one of the hot members of the team they had just had a meet against. He stopped his reply, he had a better retort. “Sure,” he responded instead. He reached into his locker and brought out a half-full bottle of Gatorade from the back of his locker. He handed it to the guy and checked him out while the guy took a couple swigs.
Now that he looked at him, Brad recognized him as Mike Farlingsworth one of the other teams best butterflyers. As such he had very well developed muscles and no fat. He stood at six feet eight inches, wet and tanned, still in his speedo. Brad had a hard time not staring.
“Hey man, you mind if I have some too?” another voice queried. Brad turned, he almost objected because of the other guy’s height but aquiesced seeing how hot he was. Before taking the Gatorade he shook Brad’s hand, “I’m Dan Lansing, you must be Brad, I saw you swim, good work.” His eyes seemed to remain on Brad for a little longer than needed. Then he took the Gatorade and downed a big gulp. Within thirty seconds, though no one related it to Brad, Dan and Mike were feeling a little sick to their stomachs.
Completely the polite host athlete, Brad took each by the arm and offered to take them to the toilets. They went to the end of the locker room, no one was there, and sat down to catch a breath. Both men seemed to feel a little better. “Hey guys, let me get you a drink.” said Brad, he didn’t want the two swimmers to notice their messed up proportions... yet. He went off a little to a sink and filled to water bottles, still watching the two out of the corner of his eye. Waiting, he filled the bottles and returned, slipping up quietly behind them.
Not noticing Brad, Dan turned to Mike, “Uh, does your suit seem really loose?” “Shut up you dork, I feel like shit.” responded Mike.
Brad reached around the two of them with the water, “Here’s the water guys.” He set the bottles between the two swimmers. For a second neither one said anything.
Finally Mike spoke, “Is that bottle as big as it looks?” The swimmers looked up, to see Brad grinning down on them. The now two and a half feet tall swimmers leapt off the bench and ran away. At least, they would have run away, if Brad hadn’t grabbed their now too big speedos and lifted. Both swimmers were easily lifted upwards, suspended as if in those baby swings with the separated leg holes, flailing wildly.
“Put us down you son of a bitch!” Screamed Mike. Brad had to laugh at the small man’s demands, but, worried about someone hearing the high pitched cries, he wrapped a huge hand around each of their faces and hugged them against him. His cock, already twitching, leapt instantly to attention with the feeling of two men struggling against his hard stomach. Brad reveled in the sensations of the contortions of the diminishing athletes. The two men reached around a foot in height.
Brad couldn’t take it anymore, he released his straining cock from his speedo. He slowly - just to torture him - brought Mike closer to his swollen prick. As Mike had gotten smaller Brad had shifted his grip and was now holding him in one hand fingers wrapped around his shoulders. Now Mike’s head was free again, “Let go of me you fucking faggot! What the hell do you think your doing you sicko?”
Brad just laughed, “Anything I want, you pathetic little shrimp!” He pressed Mike’s upper body against his dick. Mike’s legs were just long enough so his knees caught Brad right in the nuts. It felt like a gentle massaging. Brad moaned and began to rub Mike’s face across the tip of his penis, that was now oozing precum. Within seconds he felt the tightening in his balls. He slipped a finger behind Mike’s head and pressed his mouth against his cockslit. Brad came, filling Mike’s mouth and spilling out, covering his head and dripping down his body. Brad felt a shaking in his other hand and looked down at Dan.
He was doubled over seemingly in pain! Brad panicked, had he squeezed Dan too hard when he had cum of Mike? He brought the little man up to his face to examine him. Wait! He wasn’t injured at all! He was doubled over, laughing! By this time the shrinking process was over and both men were between five and six inches tall. Though they had started at different heights, they were now almost the same height because of the greater quantity of the potion that Mike. Brad ignored Mike, still swearing at him and trying to wipe the cum off himself. He had swallowed some of it, and was not happy with that fact.
“Hmm, were do I keep you guys?” Brad said to himself, “I don’t exactly have pockets in this suit, and I can’t exactly walk back to the other guys with two six inch tall, naked swimmers and one of them covered in my cum.” Then a twitch from below gave him an idea, “Well I don’t have pockets, but they never said three people can’t wear the same suit!” He pulled the front of his speedo out and set Dan down into the pocket, with his tiny legs straddling his limp prick. Dan didn’t move, he just sat there staring back up at him. Reluctantly he let the waist band snap back into place over his tiny captive. Then with his now free hand he pulled the back of his suit out and slid Mike in.
Unlike Dan, Miek came immeadeatly to life and began struggling to get out of the suit. Annoyed Brad pushed him back down and let the suit snap, “Why can’t you be more like Dan, he’s more fun.” Brad walked back to the oter swimmers. The thought of having two tiny men in his suit without the other swimmers knowing made him instantly hard. He felt Dan’s small, warm body pressed between it and his hard abs. Unable to take his suit off, Brad slipped his jeans on over them and put on his shirt. As an afterthought he slipped the Gatorade bottle into his gym bag. When he was dressed he went back and got the two abandoned suits from the bench, and went out to his car. While he was walking Mike, lacking the support that Dan had, slipped dowards into Brads asscrack. Brad considered moving him back as he got into his car but decided not to deciding that at least Mike wouldn’t be crushed, and a trip down there might improve his attitude. He lifted his leg and farted, just for good measure, grinning as Miek squirmed trying to escape the noxious gasses. Brad floored it out of the parking lot and sped ofr home.
Unfortunately, he was so excited about getting home and playing with his new toys that he didn’t see the speed trap. A patrol car zipped out behind him, light flashing, and he had to stop. All that he could think of at first was what he would do if the officer thought he had drugs and searched him. What if he felt the two little men? Then he rationalized, he might be a college student, but he had brains, he could get out of this one. He rolled down his window as the officer approached, damn, it wasn’t a donut eater.
Six feet tall, blond buzz cut, bulging muscles, this guy looked like he came straight out of the marines. His badge said “Dreyson.” He marched up to the window in proper military style, “What the hell do you think your doing kid?” Brad was scared, oh shit, not one of these cops, “I, I, I think I was... ah... speeding... sir.”
Dreyson smiled to himself; he was going to have fun with this one. The poor kid had turned white and looked like he was trying to melt into his seat. Dreyson loved to terrorize uppity college jocks. “Your damned right you were speeding you little puke!” he yelled at the kid, “You on drugs or something? Maybe I should look in the back here, or search you? What do you say?” He smiled at he kid. Brad turned white as a sheet.
Dreyson almost laughed, he hadn’t had a kid this scared in a while. The sense of power he had over this kid made him hard. He thought he’d probably let this kid go with onyl a ticket but decided to scare the shit out of him first. “Give me your ID and License you prepubescant little puke.” Shaking, the kid handed them over. “Hmm, you sure this ID’s real kid? I sure hope so. Maybe I’ll just check your car if you don’t mind, step out, NOW!”
The kid fumbled with his seatbelt and practically threw himself out the window trying to get out fast enough. Laughing to himself Dreyson opened the back door of the car, squeezing his erection while bent out of view of the kid. There was nothing in the car, Dreyson hadn’t expected there to be. He grabbed a bottle of Gatorade that was sticking out of the top of the kid’s gym bag though. He stood back up, “You don’t mind if I drink some of this do yah runt? I didn’t think so!” He took a big swig and dumped the rest on the ground, “Oops, sorry! Now walk that line on the side of the road!”
It was Brad’s turn to smile now. It was just a matter of time now, the cop’s heart rate wasn’t up so less blood would be being used by the rest of the body. Dreyson’s stomach would absorb the potion faster than the two swimmers had. As slowly as he could without angering the hulking cop, he walked the line. Dreyson was so contentrated on Brad that he didn’t notice the size change. Finally, Dreyson tossed Brad his liscence and ID, “I’ll let you get off easy this time kid, fifty dollar fine.” Brad stood by his car as Dreyson wrote the ticket out. Dreyson was already the same five-four as Brad and shrinking fast. Dreyson finished writing the ticket, “Get over here and take your ticket.”
Dreyson watched as the kid came over. Something seemed odd but he couldn’t put his finger on it. His clothes seemed to be bothering him too. Brad walked over. Dreyson started to hand the short jock the ticket, and his pants fell down. He realized instead of looking down on a kid almost a foot shorter than he was, he was looking up at a kid more than a foot taller! And he was growing!
Brad stepped closer, “I’m not growing ‘Dreyson,’ you’re shrinking!” Dreyson panicked and turned to run, and tripped over his pants. A huge foot rolled him over and put itself in the middle of his chest, “You seem to like dominating people Mr. Dreyson, yes I saw you getting hard when I was scared, and groping yourself. How’s it feel to be stepped on yourself? Brad put his dirty tennis shoe on the cop’s face, mostly covering it and pressed down. Dreyson thought his head was going to explode. Finally Brad released the pressure, “Get up, and take off that shirt, you look stupid.” Hurriedly Dreyson stood up, how in the hell could he be shrinking? It wasn’t possible! Dazedly he watched as Brad grew and grew until he seemed like a skyscraper. A huge hand reached down for him and it struck home, he was six inches tall. He screamed and passed out.
Brad smiled and picked up the tiny cop. He gathered the uniform and tossed it into his car, he slipped Dreyson into his pocket, got into the car and drove home. Luckily, for the police, he wasn’t stopped again. The police found Dreyson’s patrol car, but since there was no sign of Dreyson, or of a struggle, they had no clues to go on and so had to drop the investigation only a week after it began. However, they did make some connections to Brad in the missing swimmers case...
Brad finally reached home. The twenty minute drive had seemed like eternity. He grabbed his gym bag and ran into the house. He got to his bedroom and dropped his bag. He pulled the three men from their various places in his pants and tossed them onto the bed. After waiting for them to get their sight back after being in the dark for so long. Mike had a greenish tinge about him and Dreyson was just regaining conciousness. Brad stepped up to the bed, “Gee guys, what do you want to do?” It was purely a rhetorical question, he knew what he was going to do, “I hope you don’t mind guys, but I’m getting hot and I usually walk around here mostly naked.” Not waiting for an answer he began to strip. He did it slowly, flexing his arms as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Then he turned around and bent over, giving them an awesome view of his tight ass as he pulled off his pants and then his swimsuit. He slipped on an already worn pair of briefs, the kind with the legs that go down to your thighs, and turned back to his little prisoners.
“First things first.” He lay down on the bed, cutting the bed in half for his little toys. He pulled his underwear down under his balls. “Make me come, now.” Dreyson and Mike just stood there quivering. Slowly, almost as if in a trance, Dan approached the huge man, it was obvious he was afraid, but something drew him. He came within an inch of Brad’s mammoth member and started to reach out, then pulled back.
Brad smiled gently, “Relax little man, it doesn’t bite. I wont hurt you as long as you do as you’re toold and aren’t an ass.” Trembling, Dan gently put a tiny hand on Brad’s limp cock. Brad moaned, that touch was so soft, and yet so sweet. “More,” he whispered. Dan began to slowly rub Brad’s swelling manhood, getting into it as he did. Soon he was rubbing his entire body against it and Brad could feel his tiny pecker poking into his much larger dick. The way Brad was lying his cock stuck out almost horizontally with the bed, Dan moved toward the tip that was now oozing precum. He rubbed his face and chest in it and then, smiling up and Brad over the tip, started fist fucking his piss slit. Brad thought he would die, this guy was enjoying himself and god it felt good. He reached over and picked up Mike and sqeezed him against his dick. As Dan began to pick up the pace of his fist fucking Brad began to slide Mike up and down his dick. As he approached climax he jacked himself faster with Mike’s struggling form.
Finally, he came. The first shot nocked Dan back a few inches were he sat contentedly licking the cum off. The first shot fell on the bed and Brad made sure the third and fourth landed of Mike. Letting Mike slip from his grasp, he drifted into contented slumber.
He awoke groggily, to the sounds of thiny shouts. He rubbed his eyes until his vision cleared. Mike had Dan ina stranglehold and seemed to be attempting to kill him! “You little pervert! You encouraged him! It’s your fault I’m stuck this size and covered in some giant fag’s come. I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” Dreyson sat off to the side, not taking sides.
Brad roared and batted Mike with his hand, sending the tiny manhurtling accross the bed. “Encouraged the fag did he?” said Brad in a dangerously soft voice, “If you remeber I *told* him to come over. YOU were the one that chose to do nothing, HE *didn’t* get forced into anything. If you had come up on your own, you could have avoided the ‘fag’s come’ you little ass.”
His voice softened even further, barely above a whisper, “Don’t you EVER call me or Dan, or ANYONE, a fag again. And don’t you EVER try to kill one of MY little toys, especially one so nice as Dan is.” Here he smiled at Dan who was still trying to catch his breath. His voice rose back to normal, “But I don’t suppose you have to worry about that now. After all, your going to die.”
He grabbed Mike, “I think I’ll shrink you down again and then maybe I’ll crush you, or eat you or...” There was a small tapping at his leg and Brad looked down, Dan was pounding on his leg and gesturing franticly. “What is it Dan?” He lifted Dan up to his ear, Dan didn’t seem to want to speak where Mike and Dreyson could hear. Dimly Brad realized that the three didn’t have to speak up for him to hear them, interesting.
Dan was now standing on his shoulder by his ear. “Uh... Sir? Uh... I-If-f y-y-you d-don’t mind c-c-c-a-a-an I-I-I,” he paused and then said all in a rush, “If-you-don’t-mind-can-I-have-him-as-a-pet? I’ll take care of him?” Suddenly he shied back, afraid he had gone to far.
Brad scratched his chin, “Hmmm, not a bad idea. That would be a good punishment. Oh, and don’t worry about suggesting things, just don’t cross me when I order.” He got up off the bed and went to a cabinet, he pulled out a small bottle with a dropper in the top. He lay Mike down on the bed and put a finger in the middle of his chest, “Come over here Dan, he’ll be pretty small to me.”
He used his fingertip to pull open Mike’s mouth and raised the dropper. One drop fell and splashed on Mike’s face. Quickly, as this was a pure solution, Mike began to shrink.
Dan stood over him, “Oh ho! Who’s the little runt of the team now?” He stopped at six inches to Dan, half an inch to Brad. Brad smiled, “He’s all yours now Dan, do whatever you want. He your own little pet.” Dan beamed up aat him and then reached down and snagged the now double tiny Mike. Shooting another grateful grin at Brad he ran off to the other side of the pillow, “to have some fun” he said. Brad just grinned back and looked to Dreyson, “I think it’s time you and I got a little better aquainted. What’s your name?” Beginning to shake again Dreyson answered, “J-Jeff...” “Well Jeff, how about some sex?” With a huge hand he began pushing Jeff toward his asshole.
It’s now six months later. Mike is still alive, and hating every minute of his half-inch life. Dan doesn’t hurt him but loves “mini-sex.” Dan loves to crawl all over Brad’s body and explore the crevices. Jeff still hates his position and fights constantly, but knows better than to do anything that might get him killed. Brad loves to walk around with Jeff shoved feet first up his ass. He leaves Jeff’s arms out so as not to accidentally suck him all the way in and kill him. He often goes to work and school this way, luckily for Jeff, Brad’s mucular butt keeps him from being smashed when Brad sits down. Dan sits on Brad’s shoulder as he walks around or up to his waist in Brad’s briefs. Sometimes he also stays in Brad’s pockets or all the way in his underwear so as not to be seen when Brad goes out.
Several other men have come and gone, none of them holding Brad’s attention long enough or crossing him one too many times. They were swallowed, alive and chewed, stuck up his ass, flushed down the toilet, shrunk and stuck in his dick, fed to his cat, and one, Andrew, was given to me.
I met Brad about two months ago. Luckily (for me) I was nice to him and soon we were friends. After a few weeks it came out that I was gay. After a little prodding eith questions about secrets and such. Brad invited me into his house. He showed me his toys. We had some great sex with his little men. I never realized then how lucky I was to not be shrunk.
Andrew was there at the time, he was one of the four cops who came to ask him questions about the disappearance of the swimmers. They came in sets of two. Andrew was in the first set, Brad had shrunk both of them. Then the other two came. Brad had carefully hidden his men at that point. He let both the men in. Halfway through their search one of them had to leave for a while. He took his car and drove off. While he was gone Brad shrank Tim, the remaining cop. In front of the terrified cop Brad got out his little men and, got out Joe, Andy’s partner. Joe was a pain, constantly talking back and biting when he was picked up.
Brad picked him up and lay down on his bed, He put Tim on his chest and lifted Joe. He lifted him over his mouth and lowered him slowly, feet first. Brad closed his lips around Joe’s waist. Breathing out a little through his nose to ready himself, Brad sucked Joe into his mouth with a pop! He looked down at Tim and winked. Positioning the rather large body in his mouth, he swallowed.
Joe was big so the outline of a struggling man was clear as Joe slid down Brad’s throat. Brad stuffed Tim up his ass with only his head sticking out. He pulled on only the light sweat pants he had been wearing. Brad hid Tim’s clothes and took his keys. He moved the car back behind the garage where the two cops had already searched. Just as he got back into the house, the other cop got back.
Brad only grinned at Tim’s wild flailing in his ass as the other cop asked where Tim had gotten to. Brad answered blithely that he had left, saying he was going to a town nearby. Satisfied, the other cop left. Brad pulled down his pants, “I really don’t need another toy soldier so bye!” He fexed his ass and Tim vanished into Brad’s tight sphincter. On my birthday Brad gave me a small box wrapped in pretty purple paper. When I unwrapped it and pulled off the lid I was surprised to see Andy inside! Brad said he was becoming boring and he had needed a gift.
I love Andy very much and I think he loves me, though he isn’t as profuse as Dan is to Brad. I still go see Brad often, and we have sex, with and without our little toys. We are just good friends who have sex, Dan is Brad’s real lover. He gave me the recipe for the potion so I’ve got a few men of my own now. Gee, Andy’s calling, I just got in a cute batch of toy soldiers. One of them must be acting up. I’d better go *discipline* him. (wink) C-ya, and be careful who insult and then take drinks from!