Don extended a hand and grabbed Eric.
Eric felt strange being grasped in his giant assistant's fist. "I'll need to talk you through the repairs to the device," Eric said.
Don shook his head. "Not just yet," he revealed. He unfurled his fingers and looked down at the small man in his palm.
"I want a better look at you," Don announced. "Take off your clothes."
Eric got to his feet on the unsteady surface of Don's upturned palm. "I am not going to do a strip show for you. Now take me to the console panel and I'll just overlook this misunderstanding."
"The only misunderstanding that I recognize," Don said in a smug voice, "is that you don't know your place yet."
"My place!" Eric yelled in outrage. His squeaky outcry added to his humiliation.
"Yes," Don said in a calm voice. "Your place. You are six inches tall! Unless you want to remain that small, you'll begin to show me some respect. And you will also do what you are told."
Eric pulled off the lab coat. Don took the garment, pinched between his fingers, and dropped it to the floor, far below.
"Keep going," Don said. He grinned, enjoyed Eric's obvious reluctance.
Eric pulled off his shirt. Don took the shirt, too, and dropped it to the floor.
"Now the pants."
Eric detected the firmness in Don's command. His assistant's commands grated at him, but he realized he was in no position to refuse. But, when he was back to his full size, he would see that Don was punished. Eric would see to it that the young scientist's career was over before it even began. He would...
"You've got a nice body," Don remarked, interrupting Eric's plans for future revenge.
"What!" Eric squeaked.
"Yeah, very nice. Seems like everything is to scale. Well, we had better make one final check."
Don folded his fist again, trapping most of Eric's small body in his curled fingers.
Eric felt his boxer briefs being pulled off his body.
Don whistled. "Nice!"
Eric felt humiliated...and betrayed by his own body. The sensation of his boxers being pulled down over his legs caused his tiny cock to stiffen.
"Oh my! Are you turned on, too?" Don asked, looking down with a huge smirk on his face.
Suddenly, Don flattened his palm again. Using his free hand, he used his large fingers to push Eric face down on the flat palm. He began to rub Eric's tiny ass with a fingertip.
"Do you work out?" Don asked, admiring the professor's taut, tiny ass.
Eric remained silent. His cock continued to harden, although he desperately tried to steel himself against growing erect.
But the attention to his tiny ass, the fact that he was being held in a giant hand, the admiration of a dominating giant, all combined to defeat his best efforts.
Don flipped Eric onto his back and looked down at the jutting rod of the tiny man's erection.
"What do you want, little man?" Don asked.
Eric, his mind almost blank from the barrage of sensations, replied...
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