Brandon carefully pulled the buttons of Liam’s shirt from their holes with the tweezers, one by one, without ripping the fabric or popping them off. Liam could see the cords of Brandon’s giant forearms shifting, the tendons in his massive hands twitching as he worked, the concentration etched on his face; a magnificent giant, totally focused on Liam in fascination.
Liam was throbbing.
“Arms up,” said Brandon softly.
Liam raised his arms. Brandon pulled the shirt over his head. The cool air raised goosebumps on Liams’ body as he watched Brandon produce a plastic stand from a drawer and carefully hang the shirt on it. He took Liam’s belt next, deftly unbuckling it and drawing it out of the belt loops, draping it next to the shirt. He pulled Liam’s shoelaces untied with small, precise movements of his fingers. Fingers that were almost as long as Liam was tall. Brandon held his shoes in place while Liam stepped out of them. The only sounds were the soft hush of Brandon’s breath and slight clack of metal as the giant worked. Brandon unsnapped his jeans, and Liam was sure he’d need help with the zipper, but he pulled the magnifier closer and got out a tiny glass rod, which he inserted into the eye of the zipper, tugging it down. It lightly brushed the bulge in Liam’s jeans as it passed. Brandon slid his fingers under Liam’s arms and lifted him just off the desk while the tweezers pulled his jeans off. Liam felt the giant fingers pressed on either side of his rib cage, fingers that could so easily crush him, hold him delicately as his pants came down. Brandon gripped each of Liam’s socks by the sole and tugged them off.
Brandon set him down and Liam stood in just his tented red boxer-briefs. He was tiny, nearly naked and visibly aroused under the scrutiny of this god. It could have been intimdating, but in Brandon’s gaze and careful handling, Liam felt safe. Brandon put the tweezers down and rubbed Liam’s chest and belly with the flat of his fingernail. Liam was a slender guy, with just hints of muscle tone in the chest and shoulders. His chest was smooth and he had a wispy trail of fine brown hairs that ran along the soft little circle just around his navel. He didn’t have the kind of built up, gym body that a guy like Brandon must prefer but the giant didn’t seem to mind.
Brandon pushed the magnifier out of the way and leaned down, craning his neck until his chin almost touched the desktop. He stuck his tongue out and drew it up Liam’s torso, just barely grazing his body with its tip, leaving a few cooling dots of moisture behind. He traced his thumb along the bulge in Liam’s underwear and it jumped.
“Can I take these off?”
He spoke in barely a whisper. The sound of his voice sent tingles down the back of Liam’s head and neck as a gust of minty breath passed over him. He nodded, and this time Brandon used his fingers to carefully pinch the fabric at the legs and tug Liam’s underwear down. Liam’s cock flew up and bounced off his belly.
“Can I lift you up to the magnifier?” said Brandon.
“Okay.”
Liam held his arms out and Brandon raised him up close to the large glass disk.
“Is the light okay?”
“It’s kind of bright. And hot.”
Brandon dimmed the light.
“Better?”
“Yeah.”
Brandon traced the contours of Liam’s naked body with his finger, watching through the magnifier. Liam could feel the ridges of Brandon’s fingertip gliding over him as it circled his chest, slid down his belly, teased his cock, brushed along his thighs and shins and gently pressed the bottoms of his feet.
“Can I turn you over?”
Liam nodded. Brandon flipped him so he was facing the desk. It was a couple stories up at Liam’s scale. He closed his eyes as Brandon gave his back the same treatment as his front, the giant finger tracing the lines of it. Liam’s ass got special attention. Brandon swirled his fingertip over each cheek, gently teased the small of his back, and then slipped his finger between Liam’s legs to rub in there all the way to the back of his balls.
“You have a nice butt.”
Brandon’ voice was a whisper, but his mouth was right behind Liam, the air teasing the outer edges of his ears. Liam gasped as he felt what could only be Brandon’s huge, wet tongue running down his spine and along the cleft of his ass. It went a little deeper on the next stroke and brushed the sensitive spot inside.
Liam moaned. He felt Brandon’s finger stroke the underside of his cock as his tongue made another pass at Liam’s rear. It was too much. Liam wanted this to last forever, but he couldn’t hold back and he bucked his hips and came on Brandon’s index finger.
When Liam finished, breathless and shaky, Brandon turned him so they faced each other. He brought the cummy finger to his mouth and licked it clean.
All of the tension from last night and this morning evaporated off Liam’s body. His shoulders felt loose and supple. He felt so good. He wanted to make Brandon feel so good.
“Can we go to bed?” he asked when he’d recovered. “It’s my turn to touch you.”
Brandon carried Liam over to the vast bed with its fluffy blue blanket. He lay on his back with his head propped on the pillow, and set Liam down in the center of his chest.
“Can I do some exploring?” said Liam.
“I’m all yours.”
Liam was standing in the valley between Brandon’s pecs. The giant’s face rose before him, watching him. The powerful muscles of Brandon’s chest swelled on either side of him, each horizon broken by the peak of a pink nipple.
Liam turned to look down the length of Brandon’s body. The valley he stood in became a narrow channel between the cobblestones of Brandon’s stomach, punctured by the pit of his navel at the far side. Just beyond that Brandon’s swollen dick lay like a corpulent, beached walrus sunning itself on the shore of Brandon’s firm, flat belly.
Liam decided to climb the hill to his right first. Brandon’s sternum had been firm ground but his pectoral was squishier than Liam expected. When Brandon flexed it, the ground stiffened beneath Liam’s feet. Brandon did this several times, making it hard for Liam to keep his balance. He laughed, holding his arms out at his sides, as he carefully approached Brandon’s nipple.
“Do you like them played with?”
“I like it a lot.”
Liam got to his knees and took the pink nub in his hands. He started to massage it with his fingers. He heard Brandon suck in a breath and the flesh in Liam’s hands swelled a bit and firmed up.
“Fuck,” said Brandon. “Your little hands are perfect for that.”
As he stroked Brandon’s nipple and massaged the areola that spread out around it, Brandon gently writhed beneath him, his lips parting and his eyes fluttering. Liam was so much smaller, but he felt like he had control over this powerful giant. He tried his tongue out on the tip of the nipple and Brandon moaned, a deep resonance that vibrated Liam’s body. Liam worked at the nipple, testing out all the different ways he could find to touch it and watching the effect it had on Brandon.
After a bit he felt a large finger tap his back.
“Other one?” asked Liam.
Brandon nodded.
Liam got to his feet, but before he could move, large fingers grasped him and swooped him over to the other side, depositing him near the untouched nipple that squatted there. It startled him, and he stumbled as he was released.
“Sorry,” said Brandon. “You’ve got them feeling really sensitive.”
Liam didn’t mind, he liked the urgency he’d given the big man. He stroked this nipple like the first, looking for all the different ways to touch it, using Brandon’s little sounds and motions as a guide for how he liked what was happening. He looked down Brandon’s body now and then to see the beast down there twitch and jerk with his ministrations. The big man’s excitement seemed to grow as Liam worked, until he saw Brandon’s fingers hovering nearby.
“Starting to get too sensitive,” said Brandon in a strained, breathy voice.
Liam would have loved to keep at it, but he pulled himself away. He slid down the slope of Brandon’s pec, landing on the solid sternum at the center of the giant’s chest. Liam followed the path down the center of Brandon’s torso. He stopped for a moment to rub the inside of Brandon’s navel. Brandon made a small sigh, and muscles at Liam’s feet contracted, but it didn’t seem to stimulate him the way his nipples had, so Liam moved on to the beast waiting nearby.
As he got close, he could feel the heat of it against his skin. It felt good in the cool air of Brandon’s room. Brandon’s dick had been an impressive length soft, but didn’t get much longer when it hardened. It had fattened considerably though. It was cut, with the same olive tone as the rest of Brandon’s skin, except the head, which was squat and wide and considerably pinker. It lay on its back, swollen and juicy. Liam had to fight the urge to start atacking the head with his tongue, he want to be gradual. He lay himself out along the underside of the shaft. It was rigid and hot and when he touched it, Brandon moaned and it jumped.
Liam wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make Brandon cum at this size, but he was sure going to try. He wrapped his arms around Brandon’s dick as far as they would go, and did the same with his legs. He started to squeeze and Brandon squirmed. Liam alternated squeezing and releasing. Brandon’s dick bucked a couple times and Liam clung to keep himself on top of it. He could see Brandon’s hand hovering nearby, fingers flexing like they wanted to grab his cock, but he held back.
When he started to tire from squeezing, Liam got on his hands and knees and tried massaging the shaft. Brandon’s reaction weakened, so Liam switched to using his elbows. That got an “oh” from Brandon and another minor earthquake almost toppled Liam.
Eventually, Liam wanted to work on the other side. He slid off the shaft, and Brandon sighed. His hand was still hanging there. Liam could tell Brandon was getting anxious for release. He tried to squat near the shaft and lift it, but he wasn’t nearly strong enough.
“Can you hold it up for me?”
Brandon lifted his dick enough for Liam to slide underneath. The trimmed hair at its root tickled along Liam’s calves. Brandon started to release his dick, but Liam groaned as the weight started to settle on him, so Brandon kept it supported with his fingers. Liam worked on this side of the shaft using the squeezing technique and then the elbow massage. This time he got his knees into it too. Brandon’s movements and sounds were coming faster and his body couldn’t remain still. Liam decided it was time for the head.
He slid out from under Brandon’s cock and let Brandon lower it so the head rested between Liam’s legs. Starting with the spongy dome, Liam began tracing his fingers on it, then squeezing and massaging it with his hands. He let his hands occasionally brush the slit and the little channel along the underside. When Brandon murmured that he was getting close, Liam got on top of it like he was seating a horse, his legs wrapped around it just below the head, right under the rim. He concentrated his hands on the slit and the underside, while he squeezed his legs together as hard as he could. Brandon was moaning. Liam slipped his fingers into the opening.
“Oh, fuck!” said Brandon.
Suddenly his cock was bucking wildly. Liam yanked his hand back quickly and did his best to stay seated as cannon shots of white, hot cum burst out, spattering Brandon’s chest and belly. Brandon groaned, deep and guttural. After a few volleys, Liam lost his grip and rolled off the side. The beast kicked a few more times, spitting its sticky load across the landscape, until it finally lay still.
The warm ground was rising and falling heavily. The scent of cum was everywhere. Liam sat up and surveyed the mess, looking up the length of Brandon’s body at the rippling belly, the fat hills of his chest, the sated, cum-lazy face watching him back with half-lidded eyes and a crooked smile.
They watched each other sleepily until Liam asked to be placed on Brandon’s chest. Brandon wiped his body with the corner of the bedsheet and they lounged together, Liam happily swayed by the gentle rise and fall of the big body. He realized he could actually be quite happy, being kept by a giant like this. Cody would probably think he was crazy.
Cody.
Liam sat up suddenly and looked at Brandon.
“We have to get Cody out his jar.”
“Hmm?”
Brandon’s eyes were closed and he sounded sleepy.
“Cody. The other guy Jake shrunk. We need to find him, he must be miserable in there.”
“Oh, you were serious about him.”
“Yes! Come on, dude. Sorry, that was mind-blowing and I want to just lay here too, but Jake was pretty hard on him and it’s…” Liam hesitated. “It’s partly my fault that we’re like this.”
Brandon’s eyes blinked open and he looked down at Liam who was watching him anxiously.
“Well, I like you like this,” Brandon said, “but yeah, I guess we should help your friend.”
Cody had barely started to snooze again when he heard a noise in the room. It was muffled. It sounded like a voice but he couldn’t tell anything about it. He sat up, listening. After a few moments he heard the closet door open and he could see a bit of light come in through the towel. He heard the voice again. It wasn’t Liam or Jake. Was it the roommate? What was he saying. One word, two syllables. Inflection up at the end, like a question. The voice spoke again, closer and this time he understood.
“Cody?”
Whoever this was knew about him! Was it safe? Should he try and get his attention? It occurred to Cody that this was probably the same person who had opened the closet earlier. Did he have Jake? Is that how he knew Cody’s name?
Cody stood up and banged his fists on the side of the jar.
“In here!”
A moment later Cody was blinking in the sudden brightness as the towel was swept away. The man looking at him had dark hair and a square face with olive skin. He reached for the jar and Cody scrambled to hold the cup steady so his piss didn’t go all over the place. The giant carried him much more steadily than Jake had. He set Cody’s jar down on the desk and unscrewed the lid.
“Cody?”
He had a deep but soft-spoken voice.
“Yeah. Are you Brandon?”
“Yeah. Liam asked me to find you. Can I take you out of the jar?”
“God yes, I’m dying to get out of here.”
The man didn’t move. He was looking at the sock and the cup.
“Jake left you like this?”
“Jake doesn’t like me very much. Please, it’s really gross in here.”
Brandon took Cody out of the jar and held him up to his face. He wrinkled his nose as Cody got close.
“Do you have Liam?” said Cody.
“Right here,” called Liam.
Cody looked down at the desk and saw Liam was standing there. He was naked, too. Didn’t he have clothes last night? Or did Jake take his away as well? Cody had tuned out so much after his humiliation he wasn’t sure.
Brandon set Cody down next to Liam. He put the jar back on the shelf in the closet. Cody smelled cum. Was that him? He’d had so many body odors wafting around him he wasn’t sure.
“So you got Brandon’s attention?” said Cody.
“He found me. He was looking for something in Jake’s closet and he opened the box.”
Cody looked at Brandon.
“Did Liam fill you in?”
“Only a bit but we can get to that. Right now I think maybe you want to get cleaned up?”
Cody was eager to get on with their rescue, but he was feeling pretty gross.
“I wouldn’t mind that either,” said Liam. He seemed embarrassed about something.
“Okay, yeah,” said Cody. “Actually that would be good.”
Brandon let them climb onto his palms and then carried them out of the room. As Cody was kneeling there, he realized the cum smell was coming from Liam. It was all over him. Did this giant cum on Liam?
Cody leaned close and whispered.
“Did he do something bad to you?”
Liam looked surprised. He quickly shook his head.
“You can tell me if he did, okay? I promise you can trust me, but I need to know if we can trust this guy.”
“We can trust him,” said Liam. “Believe me.”
Cody could tell Liam was hiding something but he didn’t push it. He would watch Brandon closely.
Brandon brought them into the bathroom and set them on the counter. He started running water in the bathtub.
“Wouldn’t this be easier in the sink?” said Cody.
“I won’t fit in the sink,” said Brandon.
“You’re going to take a bath with us?”
“Yeah. I need to clean up too, so we may as well go together, right? We’re all naked already anyway. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you guys are safe in there.”
“He’s really good with small things,” said Liam.
Cody heard the admiration in Liam’s voice and he could see the way his cheeks flushed. He looked at Brandon who was turned away from them, crouching next to the tub testing the water. He had a broad, rippling back that tapered to a small waist and curled into a bare, muscular ass. Cody looked back. at Liam, who had bashful grin on his face and couldn’t quite meet his eyes.
Wow. Okay. Way to go Liam.
Cody felt more able to relax after that. Brandon seemed careful and respectful with them and Liam was obviously pleased with his treatment. Maybe this really was as good as it seemed.
When Brandon decided the water was high enough he stopped the tap, collected his two charges and set them on the ledge of the tub. He got in the water and held out his hand to help them in. Liam climbed on, but Cody had been a competitive swimmer for years and he was eager to show he wasn’t helpless, at least not when it came to water. He launched himself off the ledge and entered the water gracefully, gliding acrosss the tub and surfacing on the far side. Liam cheered him on, and Brandon seemed amused.
He swam for a little while. It was easing his stress to do something familiar, albeit in a very unfamiliar state. Warm water like this wasn’t ideal for laps though, so he stopped before too long. Brandon’s knees sat just above the water like small islands. Cody climbed onto the left one to take a break.
Liam was up by Brandon’s chest, which formed a kind of beach as it declined into the water. He had a glob of body wash and was scrubbing down. Brandon scooped a bit of water up in his hand and let it tumble down onto Liam, rinsing the suds away and making Liam laugh. Cody decided to join them before their goofing around turned into something else, and also because he wanted to give himself a good scrubbing. He surfaced near Brandon’s left pec and climbed up. He asked for some soap and Brandon squeezed a drop out into his hands.
Cody was giving himself a thorough wash and watching Liam dive off of Brandon’s other pec when the big man decided to shift angles to give Liam more of a ledge. In the process, he drew his feet up out of the water and rested them on the far edge of the tub.
Cody stared at them. They were longer and narrower than Jake’s. Even the toes were elongated. Cody preferred the rounder toes and curvier inner profile that Jake’s had, but these were still very sexy feet and he found himself getting hard. He shut his eyes and tried not to think about them.
“Whoa. That thing must be really impressive at full size,” said Brandon.
Cody opened his eyes and saw Brandon was looking at his dick. The attention got him fully hard. He turned away and tried to hide it. He’d spent years in locker rooms around guys with athletic bodies and beautiful feet and hadn’t had this problem, so why was this happening now?
“Sorry,” said Brandon. “I broke the rules.”
“What rules?” said Liam.
Cody forced himself to swallow his feelings before this became a whole thing. He turned back to the other two, leaving his dick uncovered.
“If a guy gets a boner in the showers, everyone is supposed to pretend it’s not there,” said Cody. “But it’s fine, dude. Really. I think I just have a lot of tension right now.”
“If you want to take care of that, I don’t mind, and I’m guessing Liam wouldn’t either?”
“No,” said Cody, before Liam could answer. “Thanks, but no.”
They finished up their bath. It was good to feel clean after everything. By the time Brandon was putting them up on the counter, Cody had softened up. They dried off with a hand towel while Brandon did the same with the full-sized version.
“Guess we should get dressed,” said Liam.
“If you want,” said Brandon.
He retrieved Cody’s clothes from the waste basket, except for one sock he couldn’t find. Cody decided to go barefoot anyway. Brandon insisted on sewing up the holes that Jake had made when he’d cut the shrink-wrap off them. He had a little sewing kit in his room. When he was done, Cody inspected his shirt and the stitching seemed good. He pulled it on along with the rest of his clothes. Brandon threw on a pair of red boxers with yellow mustard bottles all over them. He seemed to consider that “dressed.”
When Cody suggested they sit down and talk about what to do next, Brandon said “how about lunch first,” and Liam quickly agreed. Cody didn’t argue. He was starving. He’d had no interest in eating that protein bar fragment inside his squalid jar, and he’d missed dinner yesterday. Brandon had his lunch already prepared in a plastic container: grilled chicken, brown rice and broccoli. He gave some of each to Cody and Liam.
It was midafternoon by the time they sat down to actually talk about what to do, and Cody was a bit agitated that they’d wasted so much of the day but he tried not to show it. Brandon had been nice to them and Cody did feel much better than he had this morning.
Brandon brought them to the living room and sat cross-legged on the couch, letting them perch on each of his knees. They started by telling Brandon the whole story. He listened quietly, nodded here and there, and didn’t seem phased by any of it.
“You’re taking this all in stride,” said Cody.
“If I heard it from someone else I wouldn’t believe it, but here you are, right in front of me.”
Cody turned to Liam.
“I think we should call the police to arrest Jake. And we should go to a hospital.”
“I don’t know,” said Liam. “I’m worried about what they might do to us at a hospital. What if they decide to make us like lab rats? It’s not like they’ll be able to help us.”
“You don’t know that,” said Cody, but he had to admit it didn’t seem likely they had a treatment for this.
“And the police,” said Liam. “I think I trust them even less. All it would take is one bad cop…”
“What do you suggest then?” Cody was getting irritated, but he told himself to stay calm.
“I think we need to figure out what did this to us. It can’t be ordinary shrink-wrap, right? Someone would have heard of this happening before. There must have been something weird about it. Or the heat gun. But that’s the gun we’ve been using all along, so it can’t be that.”
“It was probably the wrap,” said Cody. “But I don’t know where to start with that. The guy who could find out more about that would be Jake. Or Brenda, but she’s in Italy all week.”
“What about Max,” said Brandon. “He’s the manager right? Can’t he help?”
Liam and Cody both laughed.
“Max is useless,” said Liam. “He doesn’t know how anything works back there, he can’t even reorder supplies without one of us.”
“Okay,” said Brandon. “So, Jake then.”
Cody frowned.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Get Jake to help you, it sounds like he’s your best bet.”
“He flipped his lid!” said Cody. “He went psycho! How could we ever trust him?”
“Hear me out,” said Brandon. “First of all, you’ve got me now. I’ll keep you safe. Promise. I think Jake will listen to us. I know him and his brother is a good buddy. And we’ve got a way to make him cooperate. Tell him if he helps you, you won’t press charges.”
“What?” Cody was on his feet. “Not press charges after the shit that asshole pulled? Are you kidding me? He belongs in jail! I can’t believe we’re even talking about this!”
Cody was too mad to continue. He hopped off Brandon’s knee and stalked to the other side of the couch. By the time he got there he felt like an idiot. He’d just acted like a child, which is not a great look for a guy who’s six inches tall and trying to be taken seriously.
“Sorry,” said Cody.
He walked back to where they were sitting. Brandon put a finger on his shoulder.
“I’m on your side, dude. Whatever you two choose.”
Cody looked at Liam. He seemed hesitant, like he expected Cody to blow up again.
“I agree with Brandon,” he said cautiously. “We’re safe with him, and I’m worried we’d be taking our chances bringing another person into this. At least we know Jake, and we can use the threat of the police against him.”
Cody frowned and didn’t say anything.
“But,” said Liam, “this is partly my fault, so I’ll do whatever you want. I’m sorry, by the way…” He trailed off as he mumbled this apology.
Liam looked ashamed and any remaining anger Cody had dissolved away. He nodded.
“Alright. I don’t like it,” he said. “But let’s try your way.”
He turned to Brandon.
“But, promise me you won’t let us out of your sight? And we need to set a time limit on Jake’s help. If he doesn’t prove he’s really trying in twenty-four hours, the agreement is off and we call the cops.”
Liam nodded but Brandon looked doubtful.
“That’s not much time to get anything done. And he’s probably going to be pulling extra shifts with you two gone. Give him a week.”
“Three days.”
“Okay. That’s fair. Three days.”
Cody turned back to Liam.
“Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
