When Jake got to his apartment he found his roommate Brandon standing in the living room in his boxers, chugging a protein shake. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gestured to the box under Jake’s arm.
“Hey, dude. What’s in the box?”
“Uh, just some stuff from work.”
Jake tried not to stare at Brandon’s bare chest. When he’d moved in at the beginning of the summer, he thought maybe he’d get an occasional peek at his jacked roommate shirtless. He didn’t know he was going to get a nightly show, as Brandon spent most of his evenings after the gym in just a loose pair of boxers.
Brandon was looking at him curiously.
“New action figures? Anything good?”
Brandon was a collector, he had rows of action figures lining the wall of his room. When he’d found out Jake worked at Toy Dungeon, he’d gotten really excited. He used Jake’s discount constantly.
“No, it’s just some paperwork I didn’t finish.”
“Oh. Lame.” Brandon set his shaker bottle down on the table and flopped over on the couch, picking up the remote.
Jake took the box to his room and set it down on his desk. He made sure to shut and lock the door, then he grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the box open. Cody and Liam were seated against one side of the box, blinking up at him.
“Hello boys,” He picked up Liam, who startled and clung to his thumb as he was lifted into the air. “Did you enjoy your ride home buddy? I hope it was comfortable.”
“I can’t believe you did this to me!” Liam looked furious as he clung to his perch on Jake’s hand.
“You turned on me first, don’t forget that,” Jake snapped. Then he smiled. “But it’s fine. I shrank you and now we’re even.”
“Even? You call this hmmmmmmph!” Liam broke off with a muffled shout when Jake pressed his thumb to Liam’s mouth.
“You’ll get used to it, and I’ll take good care of you, okay? I’m not sure you’ve thought through all the benefits here. No more job, no more bills or student loans. We’ll get to hang out all the time, dude. Just give it a chance. You’re in shock right now but you’ll get over it. You’ll like being my pet.”
Jake lifted his finger from Liam’s mouth. Liam was looking at him strangely.
“Pet?”
“Well, yeah. If I’m going to take care of you and keep you fed and carry you around and stuff, I think pet describes that pretty well. It’s better than toy, right? You’re gonna love it. Here.” Jake slipped Liam into the pocket of his work shirt and gave it a pat. “Comfy? You can watch the fun from there.”
Liam was quiet. He was still processing what Jake had said. Pet? That was so degrading and humiliating, dehumanizing even!
So why did he just get rock hard?
Cody had watched this all quietly from inside the box. When Jake said “the fun” he felt a chill. That could only mean him. He wondered how much Jake had flipped his lid and how far he would take things. Jake had always held some kind of grudge against him. He thought, as adults, he and Jake could get along, but Jake still seemed to resent him as much as ever.
He had to escape, but he would need time to figure out how. He’d heard Jake talking to someone else, probably a roommate. Maybe that guy could help them? It could be risky, and he’d need an opportunity to get his attention. Cody hoped Jake wouldn’t get too carried away before the opportunity came.
“Alright, golden boy,” Jake said to Cody. “Let’s get a good look at you here.” His sneering tone was a far cry from the silky smooth way he’d been speaking to Liam just a moment ago. Jake took Cody out of the box and set him down on the desk. “Strip.”
“What? No!”
“What’s the matter, golden boy, embarrassed? We saw each other naked all the time in high school, what’s the problem?”
“Why do you want me to get naked?”
“Because clothes are a privilege you haven’t earned. You can take them off or you can take your chances with me cutting them off.”
Cody thought about the hole Jake had put in his shirt when he cut the shrink-wrap off. He shuddered. He started to pull off his shirt, glaring at Jake.
“Good boy,” Jake snatched the shirt from Cody’s hands and dropped it in the trash.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
“No it’s not. Toys don’t own things. Pants off, now.”
When Cody didn’t comply right away, Jake opened a drawer and took out a pair of scissors. He slapped them down on the desk, hard enough to make Cody jump. Cody groaned and kicked off his sneakers and socks, then undid his pants and stepped out of them. He hesitated at his briefs, but Jake took the scissors and snipped at the air. Cody quickly got his briefs off too.
From Jake’s pocket, Liam was trying not to stare. He ought to give Cody some privacy, as much as he could in the situation at least, but it’s hard not to look when you’d been imagining something for so long and suddenly there it is in front of you. When he realized the briefs were coming off, his will finally failed and he turned to stare at Cody’s naked body. Cody had smooth skin with the hint of a golden tan. There was a small pale patch around his pelvis in the shape of a speedo. He had the swimmer’s body Liam had always pictured, slim and tall with well-defined abs and light muscle tone through his chest and arms. His pubic hair was trimmed short and when Liam saw what Cody had hanging between his legs, he understood why he’d attracted so much attention in high school.
Jake had seen it all before and although Cody had filled out more after high school, Jake wasn’t impressed. He grabbed the rest of Cody’s clothes to chuck into the trash.
“Wait!” said Cody. “My wallet. At least let me keep that.”
Jake was going to ignore him, but then something occurred to him and he frowned. He pushed the jeans back at Cody.
“Empty the pockets.”
Cody was surprised that had worked, but he grabbed his jeans and pulled out his wallet and phone. When he saw his phone, he realized his mistake. Jake held his palm out flat.
“Put them in my hand.”
Cody hesitated, but he didn’t see any way out of it so he dropped his stuff on the giant palm in front of him. Jake brought them up to his face. Cody couldn’t see what he was doing but he was poking at something, then his eyebrows raised. He looked at Cody.
“Did you call anyone with this?”
“No service,” said Cody.
Jake squinted down at his hand. Then he looked back at Cody suspiciously. He reached for his pocket and pulled Liam out by the back of his shirt. Liam was dangling over the desk, twisting and trying to grab at the fingers that were holding him.
“What about you?” Jake demanded. “You call anyone?”
“Put me down! I’m gonna fall!” Liam was panicking, pedaling his feet in the air, desperate for solid ground.
“Did you call anyone?” Jake demanded louder.
“Don’t hold him like that!” Cody shouted.
Jake made an annoyed growl and dropped Liam into his palm.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
“No!” said Liam. “They don’t work! We couldn’t!” Liam was clinging to Jake’s fingers.
“Put your phone on my palm,” said Jake.
Liam got his phone out with a shaky hand and put it down next to Cody’s. Jake squinted at both of the phones, but they were too small for him to read. He’d need a magnifying glass. He recalled that Brandon had a big magnifier with a light on it attached to his desk. He used it to paint minis. Jake could inspect the phones with it, he just needed to keep Brandon from seeing what he was doing.
He had an idea. He stuck Cody and Liam back in the box and put a book on top of it to keep it closed. He went into the drawer of his desk and found some old tax forms. He took these out to the living room. Brandon was laying on the couch with one leg hanging over the side, watching some movie with a lot of explosions.
“Hey, can I use your magnifier?” said Jake. “There’s some small print on these I can’t read.”
Brandon glanced away from the tv and looked at the papers Jake was holding.
“Doesn’t look that small, I can read it to you if you want.”
“The thing is I need to read it a few times, to make sure I understand it.”
“Oh. Sure, go ahead.” Brandon looked back at the TV.
Brandon had lined the walls of his room with action figures, some in rows of blister packs and some unpackaged and arranged on shelves. There were a lot of superheroes, some transformers of various sizes, a few characters from Mass effect and Assassin’s Creed and other games that Jake didn’t recognize, and a handful of odd-looking figures that didn’t seem to be from any franchise. Brandon also had a significant number of minis, most of which he’d painted and arranged with props and scenery he’d made. Brandon did all this work on a white drafting table he’d set up in one corner of the room. The magnifier was attached to the drafting table and this is where Jake brought the tiny phones.
He sat at the desk and flipped on the magnifier’s light. When he held his palm underneath it, bringing the tiny phones close to the glass, he was relieved to see “no service” in the upper left of the screens. They must not work at this size, which meant no calls, no GPS and no cell tower tracking to lead anyone here. He was mad at himself for overlooking the phones. He’d been so excited about the shrinking he wasn’t thinking clearly. He needed to be much more careful about this.
“Whoa, those look so real.”
Jake turned with a start to see Brandon standing right behind him looking over his shoulder. He quickly closed his hand, covering the phones.
“What are you doing?” said Jake.
“Take it easy, bro. I just came in to grab my supps.” He held up a canister that said “Nighttime Muscle Recovery” on it. “Are those for a new figure?”
“Uh, yeah,” Jake glanced at his hand. “It’s not released yet. I’m not supposed to take them home but we got some defective ones and I wanted to see if I could get them to work. Guess not.” Jake started to get up.
“Hang on,” said Brandon, “I’ve got a precision tool set here, let’s see what we can do with them.” He started to go into one of the drawers next to his desk.
“No,” said Jake. “It’s just, I changed my mind. If I break them worse we might not get refunded. It was a bad idea.”
“You sure? I’m really good with small things.”
“Yeah. Thanks anyway, I’m just going to send them back.” Jake got up to leave.
“Alright. You’re going to let me know when it gets released, yeah? What’s it called anyway?”
“It’s, um, Cod… uh, tron…”
“Coditron?” Brandon frowned. “Never heard of it. I gotta check that out on the forums.”
“Yeah okay, enjoy,” said Jake, and he rushed out of the room.
In the box, Liam and Cody were discussing what to do. They’d couldn’t escape by themselves. Cody had a third floor apartment and even if they got out, what then? They were too small to get home on their own, and they’d be vulnerable to people, vehicles and animals. It was way too risky. They needed help.
“What about the roommate?” Cody asked. “Do you think we could trust him?”
“Brandon? I don’t know him that well. He seems okay I guess. He spends like half his life working out.” Liam shrugged. Being so close to a naked Cody was helping to distract him from the way Jake had dangled him in the air. He tried not to stare too much.
“It’s going to be hard to contact anyone else. We could use Jake’s phone if we can get to it, and if we can get it unlocked.” Cody saw Liam’s furtive glances at his body and he tried to to ignore them, but he did keep his junk covered with his hands. They needed to focus.
“His passcode is nine-three-two-three,” said Liam. Cody looked surprised. “He let me play some of his games on it when mine was getting the screen fixed.”
“Do you think he changed it?”
“Probably not? I mean, maybe he will now that he’s thinking about phones but he might not remember that I know.”
“Seems like a lot of ifs, but we should try if we get a chance.”
“Yeah…” Liam looked uncertain. “You want to call nine-one-one?”
“Of course.”
“It’s just that… Do you think we’d be safe?”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re pretty helpless like this and no one besides Jake even knows what happened. If someone else wanted to keep us… or worse… I mean, you said that one cop was worse than Jake?”
“Yeah…”
“And what if they want to do tests on us or make us like, science experiments?”
“I don’t think that’s likely, but you’re right. We need someone to watch out for us before we talk to any authorities.”
“But who should we call? I’m not sure I even know the numbers for most of the people I’d trust. Unless he gives our phones back.”
“I doubt that,” said Cody. “But we can call my friend Jada, her number is super easy to remember. Three-four-four four-one-four-one. And I’d trust her with my life.”
“Okay. So how would we get to Jake’s phone?”
“Maybe we can make a hole in the box while he sleeps? Could take a while, but it’s just cardboard.”
“If he keeps us in the box.”
“If not, we’ll think of something else.”
“What about Brandon?”
Cody thought about it a moment. Brandon could always turn out to be worse than Jake. Or loyal enough to rat them out to him. On the other hand, opportunities to get away might be rare.
“If we get the chance, we should try and get his attention. Let me do it though, in case he tells Jake. Jake already has it in for me. I can tell him you had nothing to do with it.” Cody also thought that, of the two of them, he was more able to cope with whatever punishment Jake would inflict, but he didn’t say that.
Before Liam could respond, they heard the door open. They shared a look, and then the top of the box opened and Jake smiled in at them.
“So you were telling the truth,” he said. “Good boys. It will be better for you if you don’t lie to me.” He scooped Liam up and put him back in his shirt pocket. Then he took Cody out, less gently, and deposited him on the desktop. He dropped the two little phones on it and then picked up the lamp and brought it down on them hard, smashing them. Liam and Cody flinched at the impact. They stared at the broken remains of their phones.
“Dude…” said Liam.
“What about my wallet?” said Cody.
“Huh? Oh. I don’t know what happened to it, must have dropped it when I was checking the phones or something. Anyway, what do you need your wallet for? The only car you can drive now is a matchbox.”
Cody was still much bigger than a matchbox car, but the thought of it was sobering. He was pissed about his wallet and his phone, but they were both gone now so it seemed pointless to argue.
Jake leaned down really close to him and started inspecting his body. He took a step back but Jake nudged him forward again. He could feel the other guy’s breath against his skin. He was so close that Cody could only look at one eye at a time. He could see his own naked body reflected in them.
“Damn, golden boy,” said Jake. “You sure are tiny. Just look at you. Smaller than the rats out behind the store. I bet one of those suckers could just carry you off and have you for dinner.”
Cody shrugged. Another disturbing image, but he did’t want to let Jake get to him.
“Where even is your dick, golden boy?” said Jake, continuing his inspection. “Oh there it is. Look at that little fella. How does it feel to have the world’s tiniest cock?” He glanced down at Liam in his pocket. “Well second tiniest I guess.”
Cody tried to keep his face neutral. He knew what Jake wanted and he wasn’t going to give it to him. He stood up straight and crossed his arms behind his back. He could feel his meat resting there against his thigh, same as it always felt, and they both knew it looked impressive on him. He had nothing to hide.
Jake frowned.
“Okay, golden boy, since you’re so proud of that body let’s see it in action. Jumping jacks. Now. Until I say stop.”
Cody started doing jumping jacks. It made his dick bounce around, which just emphasized its relative largeness. Jake glanced down and saw that Liam was staring at it hungrily. Jake’s mouth tightened to a firm line. He made cody stop and do push-ups instead.
Cody noticed Jake’s dismay with Liam’s reaction. That was interesting. Possibly dangerous, jealousy can make people do bad things, but maybe he could find a way to use it. He blasted through the push-ups. He’d kept in shape through college and he was far from winded.
When the push-ups proved too easy, Jake made Cody do them one-handed. When that still didn’t tire him out, Jake started pressing his finger into Cody’s back. He added more and more pressure as Cody started to struggle with them. He dropped back to two hands and managed to push out a couple more until finally he collapsed onto the desk, breathing hard.
“Wow, I was barely even pressing,” said Jake. “You’re pretty weak.”
The comment rankled, but Cody wasn’t going to give Jake any satisfaction. He forced himself back onto his feet and put his hands on his hips. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat that emphasized his muscle tone a little more. He was breathing heavy but he forced a smile.
“What’s next, boss?”
Jake frowned. This wasn’t going like he’d hoped. He needed to try something different.
“You call me ‘sir’ from now on, got it?” He poked Cody in the chest, hard enough to make him stumble backwards and fall on his ass. At least that wiped the smile off his face.
“Yes, sir,” said Cody in a pained voice as he got to his feet. “Anything else, sir?”
“You’re not Cody anymore. You’re called Toy now. Understand, Toy?”
“Yes sir.” Cody put his hands behind his back and stood up straight and forced the smile back on his face. “Anything else, sir?”
Jake was getting pissed.
“Oh I’m just getting started. You sleep in my dirty sock now, got it?”
Cody looked startled for a moment. Jake smiled. There it is. Now we’re getting somewhere.
“That’s right. Think of it like your stinky sleeping bag. In fact, let me show you.”
He slid his chair back and pulled his shoes and socks off. He’d been walking around the sales floor all day in them and his socks were ripe and slightly damp. He tossed one at Cody, who stumbled as it struck him.
“There’s your bedroll, soldier.” Jake laughed.
Cody’s eyes lingered on the moist sock lying in front of him and when he answered “yes sir” it was in a softer, more hesitant voice. Jake was pleased. He leaned back in his chair, planting his bare feet on the table.
“Your job is taking care of these, Toy. You’re my foot toy now. They’re sore from walking around all day, so start rubbing.”
Cody didn’t move. He was staring at the two feet, each much taller than him.
“Now, Toy,” said Jake sternly.
Cody frowned and disappeared behind Jake’s left foot. A long moment passed and Jake was about to correct him again, when he felt tiny hands tentatively start to press on his sole.
“Harder, Toy. I know you can do better than that.”
“Yes, sir,” it sounded pretty weak this time. The hands started to press a little harder.
“Use your shoulders, Toy. Use your whole body, I can barely feel anything.”
There was a pause and then the small body started rubbing itself against Jake’s sole. A moment later Jake felt something poking close to his heel. He pulled his foot away to see what Cody was doing.
Cody was rock hard and staring at Jake’s left foot. When he saw he was being watched, his hands flew down to cover his dick.
Jake grinned. This was even better than he thought.
“Isn’t this interesting, Liam? It looks like our toy has the hots for my big old feet.” Jake pulled Liam out of his pocket and held him out to make sure he got a good look.
Cody was mortified. He had always kept this part of himself a secret. He was trying to hide his giant boner, but it was too big for him to cover completely and the end of his traitor dick was sticking out, brazen and red.
He saw Liam looking curiously. Was he disgusted by Cody’s fetish? Cody felt his face burn. He tried not to look at the two shapely monoliths on either side of him. It wasn’t just that they were giant feet, they were long and elegant, with high arches and plump, nubile toes. Jake evidently took good care of them too, other than being sweaty they were clean, with short, pristine nails and smooth healthy cuticles. Cody wondered if Jake had ever had a pedicure. He wondered if Jake would let him do one. His cock twitched. Shit. Stop thinking about it. He turned away. He needed to hide.
“No, Toy. Face forward. Hands behind your back and stand up straight. That’s how you stand from now on whenever you’re waiting for instructions.”
Cody didn’t move.
“Toy, I just gave you an order.” Jake nudged Cody with his foot. He heard Cody gasp.
Slowly, Cody turned around. He was staring at the surface of the desk. His cock stuck up straight in his hands, a bit higher than his navel. It had a thread of precum hanging off it.
“Stand straight. Hands. Behind. Your back.” Nake punctuated his order by tapping his heel against the desk.
Cody let go of his cock, and it bounced forward, dripping a bit of precum at his feet. He was still hesitating and Jake sensed he was pushing the little guy to a breaking point. He didn’t want to have to punish him yet, Liam would see, and Jake wanted Liam to get used to his new life a bit before he crossed that bridge. Instead of pushing Cody further, he slid his feet together, gently trapping Cody between them. He started to flex them and rub them up and down against the tiny, red-faced man. Cody had his eyes shut and his face scrunched up like he was trying to tune it all out, but Jake could see his dick bouncing and leaking.
Still, everyone was surprised a moment later when Cody’s dick started to spit white ropes of cum out onto the desk. Jake pulled his feet away to watch. Cody moaned and bent forward as he came, landing on his hands and knees as he shot the last few drops out. For such a small man, it was an impressive load, spattered out along the dark wood of the desktop. Cody was crimson from head to toe.
Jake burst out laughing.
“Wow, Toy! That was quite a show. You have it pretty bad for my feet, don’t you? Good to know. You’ll definitely be spending more time with them. You should really thank me for everything I’m doing for you. You were obviously meant to be my foot toy. I helped you find your final form.”
Liam couldn’t stop staring at Cody and the still-hard dick hanging down between his legs and the mess he’d sprayed all over the desk. A foot fetish didn’t seem that weird, but it obviously troubled Cody. He supposed Cody was the kind of guy who tried to live up to other people’s image of him and that probably didn’t include odd sexual behavior. Liam felt guilty, it was his fault the guy he admired was humiliated. At the same time, he could feel his own needy dick poking against his jeans. Cody’s kink made him even sexier.
Jake ordered Cody to clean up his mess with the sock and then crawl inside it for bed. Cody did so wordlessly. Jake was so happy with how this had all worked out that he didn’t even correct Cody when he failed to say “yes, sir.”
While Cody worked, Jake set Liam down inside the box and got a large jar down off a shelf. The jar was about a quarter way filled with coins. He poured the coins out onto the floor and punctured the lid several times with the scissors. Once Cody was inside the sock he put it in the jar and closed the lid. He set the jar high up on the shelf and tapped twice on the glass.
“Sleep well, Toy. Tomorrow will be a busy day for you.”
Cody lay in the sock with his face pressed to his arms. He didn’t care about the smell or the dampness. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to shrink away to nothing. He’d let Jake goad him into playing a game he couldn’t win. He’d thought himself so much stronger and more resilient than Liam, but in the end, Jake won. This was all going to be much harder than he thought.
Jake got a clean pillowcase out of his closet and folded it up inside the box. He added a clean, rolled up undershirt for a pillow. He fluffed it all up with his fingers and set Liam back inside it.
“See, dude? This is nice, right? At least until I get something better. Maybe a little fish tank or something. Some plastic trees and stuff. You could even have your own little pool. This is gonna be fun, right?”
Liam shrugged and didn’t look at him. Whatever. He’d come around. Jake closed up the box and set a book on top of it.
In the dark, Liam settled back with his head against the shirt. He undid his jeans to let his aching cock have some relief. He was glad Jake didn’t see it. If he knew the effect he was having, he might do to Liam what he’d done to Cody.
Jake was all horned up from Cody’s little show, and he could feel a wet spot in his briefs. He flipped the lights off, undressed and sprawled on his bed. He let his dick free and lubed it up. He began to gently stroke himself and it wasn’t long before he was jacking furiously with all his pent up arousal. He played it all back in his head. Binding up Cody and then shrinking him. Doing the same to Liam. The way they’d struggled. The feeling of tiny bodies in his hand. Cody’s naked body, his hard cock, the look of humiliation on his face when be came. He even thought about Keg and how sweet it would be when he was tiny and helpless, his formerly large body struggling in Jake’s grip.
Jake gave his cock a hard squeeze and then he was shooting. He hit the headboard on the first two shots, then his forehead, then his chin, then two more on his chest and a final shot on his belly. The orgasm was so strong that he was kind of shaky afterwards. His cock stayed hard and sensitive for a while and he lay in bed watching it quiver with the beating of his heart in the dim light filtering in through the window. Eventually he slid out of his briefs and used them to clean off before chucking them on the floor. He rolled onto his side, ready for sleep.
This was going to be fun.
