There is a knock at the door.
Little fucker chimes in, "You are in big trouble you fat fag. When they see what you've done to me, you are going to fry in the chair."
"Hold on. Be right with you," I holler to whoever is knocking on my door. I pick up the fucking obnoxious 4 inch prick, walk to the bathroom and drop him into the frigid water. I then turn on the fart fan and head to get to the door. The loud fan drowns out the screaming of my new found toy.
I open the door and look down on this short guy. At first, I just saw his baseball cap, cause he was about 5'1". "Can I help you, little man?" I ask the stranger. He looks up and smiles. Instantly recognized him, "Ha, what the fuck are you doing here?" He tells me, "I own the place now, you big fuckhead!"
He pushes past me and flops down on the bed, "What are you doing in my neck of the woods. And no calls? I ought to kick that big ass of yours." I close the door and he hops up and tries to wrestle me to the ground. It is comical to have him hanging from my neck. Even without shrinking him - I could have easily lifted him over my head and thrown him across the room. And, if that little head of his got trapped between my massive thighs - I could easily crush his head and wouldn't even break a sweat.
But, his name's Ben. We've been friends for a long time. Ben is a funny guy - not great looking, but cute in his own way. He is a scrawny 120 pound guy with a few pock scars on his face and a shaved head. He hardly has any body hair - just pits and crotch - but I love that little guy. He is pretty tone - like a runner or swimmer.
I met him under strange circumstances. I was just leaving a diner and heard a commotion from out back. Walking toward the banging and yelling, I found little Ben getting the shit kicked out of him by two mean bikers. They were pretty sexy and I didn't know the story, so I just told them to scram. They looked up at me (had grown to about 7'1", 500 lbs before making myself noticed), muttered "whatever" and headed out without any fight. Ended up hanging out with Ben in my cab bed talking for a while. I tended to his bruises and learned about his past.
Turns out, he was picked on most of his life. Don't know why - but instantly got a soft spot for him - well, I should clarify - a soft spot in my heart and a major hard spot in my pants - ha! Well, the bullying stopped pretty quickly after word got around that I was his friend. Ony had to teach a few bullies lessons.
Strange thing is that the ribbing made Ben took since being a kid ended up making him one mean fuck. Eventually shared my secret with him and let him play with my little men sometimes. And boy does he take out his aggression. He's hung like a bull for being such a puny guy. A ten inch cock on a guy only 5'1" looks pretty ridiculous, but sexy as hell.
Well - enough backstory on Ben... I shrink him down to two feet and lift him up and out of his baggy clothes. He kicks and fights, but I easily hold him upside down and suck his cock into my mouth. He laughs as my facial hair tickles him. In only three minutes, he twitches and moans. The salt of his cum fills my mouth. I drop him back on the bed, slide down my pants, and lightly sit my hairy ass down on his head - easily pinning him. "Boy do I have to fart. I could probably fart for 5 minutes straight." Ben starts attempting to get free. He has smelled my evil ass gas before - so he starts begging for me to let him go. "Here it comes little punk." I am just playing with him. I shake my ass around, "You ready for my fart to burn your nose hairs and lungs?" Before he starts to cry, I stand up and bring him back to normal. We lay down and chuckle. It's good seeing him.
"Oh, I nearly forgot. I have a new toy. He's probably getting tired of treading water - haha."