As Jake drove home, he couldn’t stop glancing at the passenger seat where the box sat. He was fighting the urge to pull over and ripped the box open so he could make sure he hadn’t just dreamt the whole thing. Shrunken men, two of them, completely helpless in his possession, and one of them was Cody Turner. Golden boy Cody. Swim team captain, eagle scout, high school heartthrob Cody, now barely as tall as Jake’s hand.
What a rush it had been to shrink them. Jake’s dick hadn’t been soft since Cody started getting smaller. He kept playing it back in his head. The way Cody struggled, the look on his face, the feeling of his little body squirming in Jake’s hand when it was done.
Then there was Liam. It was too bad that had to happen, but if he hadn’t been such a backstabber he wouldn’t have gotten shrunk. Jake didn’t regret it, it was just unfortunate. He’d find a way to make it up to him. Or not, what was Liam going to do about it? Anyway it was done.
Distracted by his thoughts, Jake didn’t notice the red light until he was nearly under it. Fortunately there weren’t many people out that late and the intersection was clear. Unfortunately, there had been a cop watching, and a moment later Jake saw flashing lights in the rear-view mirror.
Fuck.
He pulled his car to the side of the road and quickly shoved the box under the passenger seat. Don’t panic. Act normal. It was a few minutes before a burly figure in a tight, blue uniform started to amble toward him. When Jake glanced at the cop in the mirror, his heart rate spiked.
It was Keg.
He should have guessed he’d run into Keg now that he was back in his hometown. Brian “Keg” Kagle was a year ahead of Jake in school, and he’d been a nightmare. He was tall and bulky and he was the kind of guy who’d slap your books to the ground or shove you against the wall just for passing by. He’d taken a special interest in Jake, who didn’t hit his growth spurt until quite late and entered ninth grade as the smallest kid in school. Every day Keg would find some way to hurt or humiliate him, from a pantsing in the cafeteria to the time Keg had casually socked him in the side of the face in the hallway just to make his buddies laugh. He had a black eye for two weeks. And he had to make up a story about hitting himself in the face with his locker door because Keg threatened to hurt him even worse if he told. Jake knew the Principal didn’t believe his story. He also knew the Principal didn’t try very hard to find out the truth.
Jake forced himself to look forward and wait for Keg to approach. The bully probably didn’t even remember some kid he used to torment five years ago. Just take the ticket and go. No big deal.
Keg came to stand next to Jake’s window and he rapped on the glass with his knuckle. Jake rolled the window down.
“Hello Ke– uh, officer.” Jake’s throat felt tight and he hated how small it made him sound. Keg leaned down to Jake’s window and looked inside. He took Jake in for a second and then he grinned.
“Hackett. Long time no see. You know, when the light turns red you have to stop. I assume this rust bucket has brakes?”
“Uh, yes sir.” Sir. God dammit, why did he say that? Keg’s grin deepened.
“So what’s the rush then?”
“Just anxious to get home. It’s been a long night.”
“I guess that explains why you were doing seventy in a forty-five?”
Seventy? He’d been going fast but not seventy. He started to protest but then he met Keg’s gaze and his mouth went dry.
“Sorry…”
“License and registration.” Keg barked out the order like a drill sergeant.
Jake got his license out and leaned across the car to get his registration from the glove box. He thought he heard a muffled yell from below the passenger seat and he froze. He kept listening but it was silent.
“What’s the matter Hackett? Don’t tell me this beater isn’t registered?”
“No! I mean, it’s registered. Here.” Jake handed over the documents. Keg gave him a hard stare.
“Back in a moment.”
Keg turned and started slowly back to the cruiser with his hands at his belt.
Inside the box, Cody and Liam had their ears pressed to the cardboard wall. The first thing they had tried was their phones. They still worked but both said “no service.” It seemed they couldn’t get a signal at this size. They thought about trying to break out of the box but Cody was pretty sure Jake had it in plain sight and he didn’t want to waste an opportunity. So they waited, Liam staring at his feet distantly, Cody still kind of pissed at Liam.
Then the car had stopped and the box jostled around so bad they fell right into each other and Cody took Liam’s elbow to the side of his head. Once they’d settled and Liam had apologized about fifty times, they waited to be taken out of the car. When more than ten minutes went by and they hadn’t even heard a door open, they figured something was going on. They started listening at the wall of the box. There was some kind of muffled conversation happening but they couldn’t understand any of it.
“Maybe he’s ordering food,” said Liam, stepping back from the wall. “I could really go for chicken nuggets right now.”
“You wouldn’t be much bigger than one of the nuggets.”
Cody meant it as a joke but Liam’s face fell and he looked away. Cody pressed his head against the box again. He wished he knew what was going on.
Then he heard a phrase that made his eyes widen.
“License and Registration.”
“Oh shit!” said Cody. “It’s a cop! He must have been pulled over.” Why did that voice sound familiar?
Liam looked up in excitement.
“Hey!” He shouted. “Hey! We’re in–” Cody grabbed him and shoved a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “If it’s the cop I think it is, he’s a nasty piece of work. We’re better off with Jake.” He held onto Liam for a moment until he seemed to calm down, then released him.
Liam slumped against the side of the box, sitting with his arms on his knees. He looked like he was going to cry. Cody felt a little bad for him, even though he was partly to blame for all this, but he wasn’t sure what to say.
He walked to the shorter side of the box and pulled the upper layer of bubble wrap back so he could see the cardboard roof above them. Jake must have stashed them out of sight when the car stopped. Maybe they could find a way out while they were hidden? But the sides were too high for him to reach.
“Hey, come here,” Cody said to Liam. “I want to boost you up and see if you can get the top to lift.”
Liam stood and approached him hesitantly. Cody crouched down.
“Climb up on my shoulders.”
Liam stepped over Cody’s back, seating himself on the bigger guy’s shoulders. He tried not to think about the back of Cody’s head pressing against his crotch. Cody boosted Liam up easily. He was surprised at how little Liam seemed to weigh.
“Can you reach? See if you can crack it open a bit.”
Liam tightened his legs and stretched upward, but it was too far.
“No,” said Liam.
“Maybe if you stand up. Use the wall for balance and set your feet on my shoulders.”
Liam pressed his hands to the wall and slowly started to raise his right leg out of Cody’s grasp and plant his right foot on Cody’s shoulder.
“That’s it, now the other one.”
Liam raised his left leg. When he set his foot down it slipped and he almost fell but then Cody’s strong hands were holding his ankles tight.
“Careful. I got you. Just go slowly.”
Liam got his left foot up onto Cody’s shoulder. He stood still a moment until he felt stable.
“Can you reach it now?”
“I think so.”
The upper flap of the box was just above his head. He raised his hands and pressed against it. It was heavy. His first push didn’t budge it.
“Try harder. You can do it.”
Liam felt Cody give his ankle a squeeze. He drew a breath and pressed again. A crack of light appeared.
“It’s opening!” Liam breathed, trying to keep his voice down in his excitement.
“Keep pushing. Try and get your legs into it. What can you see?”
Liam’s arms were getting shaky. The light coming in was blurry. He needed to make the crack bigger.
“Can you fit through it?”
“I think so…” Liam pushed as hard as he could, pressing his feet against Cody’s shoulders. The crack widened further but the light was still blurry. He stared at it, confused. Then he understood.
“It’s taped. Jake taped the edges down. I can’t get through it.”
He reached the limit of what his little arms could do and they dropped. He started to fall backwards, but Cody stepped back and leaned forward, angling Liam towards the wall for balance. Liam felt Cody’s hands slide higher on his legs, up to his waist and then he was lowering Liam down to the bubble wrap.
Liam stared at the plastic ground beneath them. This was hopeless.
“It’s okay,” said Cody. “Now we know. We’ll think of something else.”
Liam nodded and he tried to believe it.
In the driver’s seat, Jake was fidgeting, unable to hold still. It had been almost twenty minutes, what took so long to write a damn ticket?
He started to worry that Keg knew something was up. Maybe he should start the car and just book it out of there. No, that was a bad idea, he’d be caught and Keg would just love to arrest him for running. They’d impound his car and what would happen to his little captives? They’d probably starve to death unless someone found them and then he’d be in real trouble. Or whoever found them would keep them.
That couldn’t happen. They belonged to him.
If only he could shrink Keg. Fuck, imagine that. That would be even better than Cody. To have Keg in his hand, at his mercy. To give him a taste of what he’d put Jake through. Jake’s cock had gone soft during his traffic stop but now it sprang back to life as he imagined Keg tiny, tied up or maybe cuffed with his own little handcuffS, clutched in Jake’s hand, begging to be released.
The problem was how to do it. Keg wasn’t likely to just let Jake wrap him up in shrink-wrap or hold still while he used the heat gun. Liam had been easy, he was smaller than Jake to begin with and the zip ties were right there. He’d need some kind of sneaky way to get Keg, but Jake was stumped what that might be.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a yellow piece of paper fluttering in front of him. He’d gotten so absorbed in the idea of shrinking Keg that he hadn’t noticed the full-sized version reappear at his window. Jake grabbed the paper and looked at it to see what the fine was, but there was no fine, only a date.
“What’s this?”
“Your court date.”
“Court date? Why?”
“You were doing seventy-five in a forty-five, you ran a red light and when I tried to pull you over you made me chase you for three miles before you stopped. You’re lucky I’m not arresting you.”
“What? I didn’t make you chase me! I stopped–“
Suddenly Keg’s big hand was holding his shoulder tight.
“Are you interfering with an officer right now Hackett?”
Jake shut his mouth. He wanted to punch the lying bastard, but what could he do?
“No. Officer Kagle.” Jake muttered.
Keg released his shoulder.
“I’ll see you in court. Now get out of here and don’t run any more red lights, got it? I’ll be watching out for you, Hackett.” Keg turned and ambled back to his cruiser.
Jake clenched his fists. He had to shrink Keg. He had to take that bastard down. Jake promised himself he would figure out a way and then “Officer Kagle” was going to find out what it was like to be pushed around by someone bigger.
