Jake took the long way home after work just in case Keg was camped out in the same spot as last night. He still needed to think of a way to get that guy in the shrink-wrap. If he got him shrunk down before the court date, he’d be a no-show and Jake would be in the clear. And anyway, he owed the guy a whole bunch of payback.
He needed to learn more about Keg’s habits and where he spent his time. Was he always on duty at night? Where was he even living these days? Jake guessed he could find out some of these things on social media.
He also needed to learn more about the shrink-wrap and how it worked. He could check out that website for starters. Maybe even call the number? Wouldn’t there be a user guide or something? Maybe he should just google “mass fluctuator” and see what comes up.
Not tonight though. After working a full shift on his day off, he wanted to relax. He was eager to finally get back and go for round two with Cody. Last night had been a good start, but Jake wanted more, he wanted Cody to beg to be played with. That was going to take some time.
When Jake got into his apartment he rushed past with barely a “hey” to Brandon who was on the couch. Jake pretended not to hear his roommate calling after him and he closed and locked his bedroom door behind him.
Then he stopped dead. He’d locked the door when he left that morning, but it had been unlocked just now.
His heart started pounding in his chest. He could see the origami cranes had been scattered from where he’d dropped them. He flung open the closet door.
No box, and an empty jar.
His mind raced as he stood in front of his closet. Brandon had found them. He’d taken Jake’s toys, it must have been him. Had he brought them to their friends or family? Had he called the cops?
Take a breath. Calm down. Don’t panic until you know how bad it is.
He went back to the living room. Brandon was waiting there for him, and now Jake saw Liam seated on Brandon’s thigh. He was hugging his knees to his chest and Brandon was stroking his back. Jake didn’t like how familiar Brandon was being with him. Then he noticed Cody, clothed again, standing on the arm of the chair with a hostile look on his face.
Brandon broke the silence.
“We need to talk.”
Cody meant to stay calm when they confronted Jake, but once their captor was actually standing there in front of them, looking guilty as hell, Cody’s anger took over and he started yelling. He accused Jake of assault and kidnapping, called him a psycho, told him how much trouble he was in and how bad he’d fucked up. Jake’s face grew redder as he listened but he said nothing.
Liam spoke up when Cody started to run out of things to say. Most of his complaints were about how Cody handled them roughly and didn’t take care of them properly. Cody felt like this kind of missed the point that Jake had shrunk and kidnapped them, but he guessed Liam was just nervous. He and Jake had been pretty tight before all this, it was probably tough for Liam to confront him now.
At one point Brandon set his hand down so his thumb rested on Liam’s back and his fingers curled around him. Cody noticed how Jake frowned at the gesture. Served him right that Liam found someone better.
Finally they ran out of things to say and it was quiet for a moment. They all watched Jake as he stood there looking miserable, waiting for his response.
“Well?” said Cody.
“You’re right,” said Jake, looking down at his shoes. “You’re both right. I just… I got carried away. I was so mad at Cody for sleeping on his shift while we were busting our asses. When he started shrinking… I just got carried away. I’m sorry.”
Liam looked surprised. Cody crossed his arms.
“Bullshit you’re sorry.”
“I am,” said Jake. “I know you have no reason to believe me, but I am. And what happened last night, I never planned that, I had no idea about your foot thing, Cody.”
Cody saw Brandon glance at him. He’d left that part out when they’d told Brandon the story. He felt his ears get hot, but he wasn’t going to let Jake embarrass him.
“There’s a way you can prove you’re sorry,” said Brandon. “We talked it over and they agreed not to call the cops if you help them grow back.”
“I will,” said Jake. “I’ll do whatever I can.”
Liam watched Cody and Brandon discussing the conditions with Jake. He was troubled. He didn’t want this to go away too quickly. Something was happening between him and Brandon, he was sure of it. Of course he wanted to get his life back, but he needed more time to make sure he and Brandon were on solid ground, before he lost the thing that got Brandon interested in the first place.
He had to make sure Jake didn’t fix things too fast, but he knew Cody wouldn’t like that. Liam didn’t want Brandon to know he was stalling either, he didn’t want to seem like he was pushing himself on the big guy, he wanted things to happen naturally. That felt the safest.
Maybe he could talk to Jake alone and ask him to drag it out a little bit. Would Jake go along with that? He might not want to risk getting the cops called, but what if there was something he could give Jake to make it worth it?
Liam glanced at Cody. He was speaking calmly now, but he still looked angry. No way he’d ever consider letting Jake play with him again, right?
“And you can’t stay here until we’re back to full size,” Cody was saying. “You have to go somewhere else.”
Everyone looked at him.
“That’s not what we talked about,” said Brandon. “Where do you expect him to go?”
“A motel,” said Cody. “A friend’s, his parent’s, I don’t know and it’s not my problem. I’m not sleeping under the same roof as him. I don’t trust him.”
He looked at Jake.
“You have to turn over your key when you leave, and we’re chaining the door shut.”
“Cody–” said Brandon.
Jake interrupted.
“It’s fine, Bran. I get it.”
He took his keys out of his pocket and slid his door key off the ring. He handed it to Brandon.
“It’s only temporary, dude,” said Brandon. “Find out how to grow them back and we can all go back to normal.”
“I will, I promise,” said Jake. “Before I go, can I at least pack up some stuff to bring with me?”
“Of course,” said Brandon.
“Fine,” said Cody.
“It will just take a minute,” said Jake.
They waited in the living room while he went to pack his stuff up. Cody took a seat and tried to stop fidgeting. He was anxious for Jake to leave.
Next to him on the couch, Brandon was murmuring to Liam, asking if he was okay with everything and Liam was nodding. Those two sure bonded quickly. Cody wondered what would happen between them when Liam was big again. And what would happen with Jake? He would have to quit the store. No way would Cody keep working with him after everything. He wondered what Liam would think of that.
Jake returned to the living room about ten minutes later with a half full duffel bag. Cody was surprised how quick he’d been, he expected Jake to try and drag things out.
“Show us what’s in there,” he said.
He caught a disapproving glance from Brandon. He was starting to get annoyed with the way Brandon seemed to be sticking up for Jake. Maybe he shouldn’t trust the guy so much after all. Liam was clearly crushing on him, his judgement couldn’t be trusted. Tomorrow Cody would call Jada to come get him. That would be a weird conversation, but he’d feel safer to be out of this apartment in a location Jake didn’t know. Liam should go too, but he doubted he’d be able to convince him to leave his giant.
Jake put the duffel down in front of them and unzipped it. Brandon started to rummage through it while Cody watched. Jake headed for the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” said Cody.
“Can’t I just grab a bottle of water?”
Cody didn’t trust him, but he saw Brandon open his mouth, no doubt to play peacemaker again, and Cody was tired of hearing it.
“Fine.”
They sifted through the duffel while Jake was in the kitchen. It was just a few changes of clothes, nothing else. Jake came back right away and showed them the bottled water. Cody made him turn out the pockets of his jeans too, and he had Brandon pat Jake down.
Jake didn’t have anything suspicious on him. He left after one more promise to make things right. Brandon chained the door after him and Cody had Brandon carry him to the window so they could watch the car drive off. When Jake’s tail lights disappeared from view, Brandon looked at Cody a little reproachfully.
“Satisfied?”
“If he did to you what he did to me, you’d understand.”
Brandon was happy with the way things went, for the most part. Jake seemed sorry and he promised to get the little guys back to normal. Cody was kind of harsh, and it sucked that Jake had to clear out of his own apartment. Brandon wanted to talk to him about how he shrank the pair. If he could get some of the shrink-wrap, and they could make sure there was a way to restore people, he could have a lot of fun with it.
For now, he still had Liam. Playing around with him had been really hot, and he couldn’t wait to get Liam alone later that night. When they first found Cody, he thought maybe the little guy would be interested in joining the fun. Brandon wouldn’t mind messing around with that tight little body, but Cody seemed kind of stand-offish. Maybe he’d come around in a day or two. If they were small for that long. He hoped they were. He knew it was wrong to hope for that but he couldn’t help it.
After Jake left they put on the tv, and nobody said much. Brandon could hardly keep his hands off Liam. He didn’t want to be annoying, but the little guy fascinated him. Liam didn’t seem to mind Brandon being so touchy, he kept giving him these looks like a lost puppy that had just found a new master.
Brandon heard his phone buzz and picked it up. There was a text from Leo asking where he’d been. He texted that some stuff came up and he probably couldn’t get to the gym for a few days.
::must be pretty bad for you to miss the gym:: Leo texted back.
::not bad but I got to take care of some stuff::
::you said you’d help me with my form tonight::
Shit. He had said that. Leo had been asking for ages. Brandon gave it some thought. He wanted tomorrow night free so he could mess around more with the little guys, and he had work the night after, but maybe the next night.
::come over thursday night:: He told Leo.
::ok thx bro::
He’d have to get the little guys to hang out on their own for a bit so Leo wouldn’t see them. It shouldn’t take too long, Leo was pretty good already, he just needed some minor adjustments. When Brandon had first met the guy, he was a skinny eighteen year old who hardly knew anything and he was always asking for tips and suggestions. It was kind of annoying for a while, but Leo was a quick learner and Brandon started to enjoy his company.
Brandon’s phone buzzed again and this time it was his alarm. Ten p.m., time to start the nighttime routine. Brandon liked his routines and always followed them to the dot. He began with thirty pushups. He let Liam sit on his back while he did them. When that was finished he mixed his nighttime recovery powder into some water and used it to wash down the little cup of vitamins he took each night. Ten minutes of yoga and a quick face treatment with hylauronic acid, extra attention under the eyes, and then it was time for bed. He had planned to fool around with Liam before bed, but he found he was actually too exhausted. They could play around in the morning, work wasn’t until ten tomorrow.
They haggled a bit over sleeping arrangements. Liam wanted to sleep on his chest, and he was tempted to let him, but he worried he’d roll over and hurt the little guy in his sleep. Liam settled for sleeping on the nightstand with one of Brandon’s t-shirts. He gathered up a big armful of it and inhaled deeply, which made Brandon laugh. Liam burrowed inside it to go to sleep.
Cody seemed antsy and turned down the night stand. He said he’d prefer something more hidden. Brandon wondered if he was always this paranoid or if it was his newly small stature. He wished the little guy would relax, maybe then he could enjoy his size more. There really wasn’t anything to worry about, Brandon had known that Jake would do what he wanted. Brandon found that people were generally very cooperative if you just tell them what you want.
They scouted the room for a good spot. Cody didn’t want to sleep in a drawer because he’d feel trapped. Eventually, Brandon stuffed a pillowcase on the floor under the rolling storage cabinet next to his desk and Cody seemed satisfied with that. By that time, Brandon could barely keep his eyes open and once Cody was squared away, he kicked off his boxers and sprawled out on the bed. He was out almost immediately.
Sleep came slow for Cody that night with so many thoughts in his head. When he startled awake, it was still dark out. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed but he hardly felt like he’d slept at all. He realized something was wrong. He could hear yelling. It was Liam. He was yelling for Brandon to wake up. Then he heard Liam say something about Jake and his heart started pounding. He peeked cautiously out from under the storage bin and saw that Jake was there, in the room with them, standing by Brandon’s bed. He had Liam in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. The heat gun was tucked into the back of his jeans and under one arm he had a box labelled “Dynamatter Ltd.”
How had he gotten in? They’d been so careful!
Brandon was still sound asleep. Was he really such a sound sleeper that Liam’s yelling didn’t wake him up? Liam and Cody had both lost some of their vocal volume with the reduction, but Liam was right next to Brandon’s head. Jake wasn’t even trying to quiet him.
“What did you do to him?” Liam demanded.
“Relax,” said Jake. “He’s fine, I just put a little sleepy pill into his vitamins. Good old Brandon, his routine is like clockwork. Too bad he’s not working out as a roommate, but I think he’d make a good action figure, don’t you?”
Last summer while Jake was home from school and visiting Brady, his brother told him a story. Brady was still living in the room that was now Jake’s and Brandon had gone to Spain for two weeks. Brady had gone out to the bar with some friends. He hadn’t gone nuts but he figured he shouldn’t drive home so he took an uber. It wasn’t until he got to the apartment that he realized he’d lost his keys. He got in touch with the uber driver, who didn’t find any keys in the car. Then Brady recalled that he’d taken them out to let his friend Eric use the bottle opener he kept on the ring, and then David had asked him to play darts. He must have left the keys with Eric, or at the bar. He texted Eric, but Eric wasn’t answering. Brady figured Eric had either taken that cute red-head back to his place, or he’d struck out and drunk himself into a stupor. Either way, Brady wasn’t getting through, and the bar was closed at that point. Brady was out of luck.
It would cost him a hundred fifty bucks if Brady called the super to get his place unlocked after hours. He’d treated one of his friends at the bar that night, and sent a few hopeful drinks to girls that hadn’t given him a second glance, so he’d already paid a huge bar tab, and Brady wasn’t too happy with the idea of shelling out more.
He was staring up at his bedroom window, thinking about what to do when he realized that a drainpipe ran right alongside it. He tested it with his arms and found the brackets that held the pipe to the building were strong enough to hold him, so he climbed on and was able to use them like a ladder. He made his way up to his third floor window. He’d sobered up some on the ride home, and good thing he did, because reaching over to get the window open and then hoisting himself through it was a tricky maneuver. He managed to do it without breaking his neck and he was feeling impressed with himself as he went to flip on the light, when he stepped right on an Xbox game lying on his floor. And that’s how Jake’s copy of BioShock had gotten cracked in half.
Jake always wondered if that story was true or if Brady was just trying to distract him from the fact that he’d broken the game Jake lent him. With Brady it was fifty-fifty. That night, when Jake realized he was getting kicked out of his apartment, he decided it was time to put that story to the test. He made sure to unlock his window while he was in his room “packing.” He didn’t have a whole plan yet, but when he opened one of his drawers and saw his insomnia prescription stuck between his socks and underwear, things started coming together.
He quietly went into Brandon’s cabinet while he was in the kitchen getting a bottled water. Brandon kept a whole weeks worth of vitamins separated out in two neat rows, one cup for morning and one for evening. Jake took the evening cup whose morning counterpart was already gone, and dropped a single Somnitrix pill in with the vitamins. He’d seen Brandon shotgun them several at a time and he was pretty confident he wouldn’t notice an extra little pill mixed in.
With his plan in place, Jake left and made a quick trip to walmart for some duct tape, then came back to wait. Brandon’s routine was precise and Jake knew that he’d be out by ten forty-five. At ten thirty, Jake scaled the drainpipe. It was as easy to climb as Brady had said. Getting in the window was also just as harrowing as Brady had described it. Jake had a moment of terror as he was gripping the sill, with his legs hanging off the building three stories up, trying to lean in far enough that gravity would bring him into the room. Happily, he managed to get in without making too much noise.
He grinned to himself. Guess this makes up for the game, Brady.
Jake retrieved the shrink-wrap and heat gun from the backpack he’d left in his room earlier. Just thinking about what he was going to do was getting him hard and he had to reposition his dick in his jeans. He waited until eleven to be safe and then he went into Brandon’s room quietly. Brandon was completely out, sprawled naked on his bed. Liam was asleep on the night stand. He didn’t see any sign of Cody. He’d have to search later, he had a limited amount of time to get Brandon ready. Somnitrix is a drug that helps you fall asleep but not stay asleep, the pharmacist had told him, and he knew from experience that within an hour Brandon would be liable to wake up if disturbed.
He snuck up to the night stand and snatched Liam out of Brandon’s shirt. The little guy woke up suddenly, took a moment to see Jake, and then started yelling. If he was full-sized, Jake was sure he’d disturb the neighbors. Reduced like this, Jake figured anyone who heard him would think it was the tv.
Liam’s yelling was getting annoying though, so Jake took him into the other bedroom and duct-taped him to the wall. He knew the height would terrify Liam, but he was annoyed at how quickly he’d cozied up to Brandon. Plus, a little terror might make him less mouthy than he’d been earlier.
Back in Brandon’s room, Jake turned on the light and went to work on his unconscious roommate. He bound Brandon’s ankles together with duct tape first, wrapping several layers around them, then he did the wrists. He wanted to get them behind Brandon’s back but his roommate was too heavy and awkward to get into position so Jake settled for binding them in front. It was just some extra insurance, the shrink-wrap would do most of the job of keeping him in place.
Once hr had Brandon bound, Jake got the shrink-wrap roll out of its box and started to wrap Brandon to the bed. It was tricky to get started. It needed to be nice and tight to keep Brandon in place, and Jake had to pass it over the guy and then under the bed, but once it started sticking, it got a little easier. He wrapped Brandon from shoulders to ankles, killing half the roll. When he was done, Brandon lay unconscious with his naked body pressed up against the wrap.
Jake considered shrinking Brandon down right then, while he was sleeping. He imagined Brandon waking up in the tiny bed to find the room enormous around him and it made Jake’s dick jump. But he decided having his roommate awake for the process would be more fun. Anyway, he wanted to search for Cody before the little guy found a way to make trouble. He set the duct tape roll aside and got on his hands and knees to look around.
“Cody? Where you hiding, little fella?”
He wasn’t under the bed, Jake would have already seen him. He started checking under the dresser and the other furniture. He didn’t think Cody was small enough to get under the door, so he should still be in Brandon’s room somewhere. He might have slept somewhere else in the apartment, but Jake was betting he wouldn’t want to be too far from his giant protector.
Soon to be not-so-giant.
Jake found a pillowcase shoved under the storage cabinet, and he guessed that must have been where Cody slept. He wasn’t there now, but Jake was on the right track.
“Come on Cody, I know you’re in here. What are you going to do, live in Brandon’s room, hoping I’ll drop food in here once in a while? Face it dude, you’re already caught. Question is how pissed off I get searching for you.”
Jake was circling the room as he spoke and as he came around, he saw some movement by the dresser out of the corner of his eye. He quickly got down to look under it, just in time to see two little legs slide out the other side. Cody was headed for the closet. Jake darted to it and got the door shut when Cody was inches away from it. Cody spun and tried to get to the bed but Jake caught him by the leg. He hoisted Cody up, dangling him upside down. The look of shock on Cody’s face was priceless.
“Gotcha, Toy.”
Cody had watched helplessly as Jake wrapped Brandon to the bed. There was nothing he could do to stop it. He’d tried to get out of the room after Jake had carried Liam out, but it was tight and he was afraid he’d get stuck under it. When he turned back to look for a new hiding spot, he noticed the box Jake had taken the shrink-wrap out of. It was different than what they normally used at the store. He decided to take a chance and ran out into the open to look closer. On one side it said “mass fluctuator.” What the hell? There was also a website and a phone number. He whispered the number to himself several times to memorize it. When he heard Jake coming back, he ran to the dresser to hide again.
When Jake started searching for him, he let the giant chase him around a bit. He really didn’t have a plan, but anything seemed better than turning himself over. He tried to go for the closet where there might be more places to hide, but then Jake caught him.
The first thing Jake did was strip Cody naked. He didn’t force Cody to take his clothes off under threat of scissors like last time, he just grabbed Cody’s undershirt and yanked it over his head. It hurt, but Cody suppressed a yelp. Jake grabbed Cody’s briefs by the butt to pull them off. His fingers jabbed Cody’s ass painfully, but the briefs came off easy.
Brandon had a glass jar on his desk that held pens and pencils. Jake dumped these out and stuck Cody in it. It wasn’t much taller than Cody was, but Jake took a book off Brandon’s shelf and covered the opening with it. Cody was trapped. He leaned against the glass and slid down to the floor, stunned by his sudden change in fortune.
They’d been so close. He could have escaped earlier, could have called Jada instead of waiting, could have insisted on calling the police, could have done anything but go along with the foolish plan of a lovesick shrimp and his oblivious giant. Now they were captive again, and it looked like Brandon was going to join Jake’s collection, and they may have squandered their only opportunity to get back to normal.
His eyes had gotten a bit wet. He felt ashamed that he was reacting like this, like a child would. Cody had always thought he was tough. He thought he could handle adversity, but maybe he hadn’t had enough adversity in his life to know what toughness was.
He was in the midst of these thoughts when Brandon woke up groggily.
“What the fuck?”
Jake was pleased to have Cody back and to give him a front-row seat for the show. After he got Cody trapped in the jar, he grabbed Brandon’s discarded boxers and balled them up in his hand. He started shaking the sleeping man. It took a few minutes to rouse him, but then Brandon was blinking up at him. He didn’t seem fully aware of his situation. Jake knew from experience that waking up after taking Somnitrix would leave you in a fog that took a while to clear up. He watched Brandon until he saw his roommate’s eyes focus on him, widening.
“Hello roomie,” said Jake.
“Jake? What–“
That was as far as Brandon got before Jake shoved the balled up boxers into his mouth. He held them in place as he got the duct tape. Brandon was making muffled sounds of unhappiness. Jake quickly lay a strip of duct tape over the boxers, creating a makeshift ball-gag. Brandon seemed to be coming out of the fog as his muffled sounds got louder and angrier. He was thrashing under the shrink-wrap, but he couldn’t move.
“Hey bro. I gave it some thought and I wasn’t crazy about the terms of our deal, but I came up with a plan I like better. Since you’re so interested in the little guys, I’m gonna let you be one.”
Jake got the heat gun out and held it up for Brandon to see. Brandon thrashed harder, his complaints turned to muted shouts of dismay. Jake plugged the gun in and set to work.
As he started to run the gun over the plastic holding Brandon in place, Jake found it hard to reach under the bed, so he experimented with heating just the top part. He found that even if he focused on just one spot, the wrap heated up all over and shrank evenly, making Brandon and the bed smaller. It seemed like the heat was being conducted through the shrink-wrap. That sure made things simpler.
Brandon continued to struggle but Jake had layered the wrap up good, and with his tape-bound wrists and ankles, Brandon couldn’t get anywhere. The feet of the bed made noise as they dragged inward along the carpet, and it wasn’t long before Brandon was noticeably smaller. Jake could see it first, then he watched the realization spread across Brandon’s features, his eyes growing wide and desperated and his muffled shouts becoming frantic.
“Aww, don’t worry buddy,” Jake said, running his hand over Brandon’s hair. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. I just need you small enough to keep you out of my way.”
He rested his hand over Brandon’s chest, and he noticed that Brandon’s nipples were hard and poking up into the plastic. He looked between Brandon’s legs and saw his dick was growing, pushing against the plastic wrap.
Jake laughed.
“Hey now. You’re making a big fuss, but I think you like this.”
Brandon was shaking his head. Jake squeezed his dick through the wrap.
“No? What’s this doing here then? It sure seems to like what’s happening. And these little diamonds here?”
Jake pinched one of Brandon’s nipples and he saw the bound man’s eyes widen and his head roll back.
“Yeah, you can’t hide it, dude. You love this. What is it, the shrinking? Or do you just like being tied up all helpless like this?”
When he said “helpless” Brandon closed his eyes and moaned through his gag.
“That’s it, isn’t it? I’m going to have so much fun with that. Man, the things you learn about guys when you shrink them.”
Jake went back to work with the heat gun. The wrap made creaking and crackling sounds as it shrank, and Brandon continued to make feckless, muffled protests, jerking and grunting under the wrap as he uselessly tried to free himself.
Next to him, Jake saw Cody banging his fists against the glass. Jake pictured Liam in the other room, stuck to the wall, wondering what was happening. It made Jake’s dick twitch. He couldn’t wait to show Liam his handiwork here tonight.
Jake watched Brandon shrink until he’d lost about half his height. He turned the gun off for a moment and patted Brandon’s cheek.
“You’re already hobbit-sized, dude. How does that feel?”
Brandon was glaring at him, but his dick was rock hard under the wrap.
“All that work you put into building up this body and now that mass is just dissolving away. Crazy, right? Don’t worry, you still look swole, just scaled down.”
Jake had an idea. He got Cody out of his jar and dangled him in front of Brandon’s face.
“Remember how small he looked before? Check it out.”
Brandon looked stunned as he saw Cody. Jake plopped Cody down on Brandon’s chest.
“What do you think, Bran? Should I make you even smaller than he is? You want Cody to be your giant?”
“Mmm mmmm!”
“No? You sure? Well, just let me know if you change your mind.”
Jake left Cody on Brandon’s chest and got back to shrinking his roommate. At first Cody tried to climb off of Brandon, but Jake just put him back. The second time Cody tried it, Jake swiped at his leg and Cody tripped and tumbled onto Brandon’s belly. Brandon was only about twice Cody’s size at that point and he made a “hmmmmph” sound as Cody fell on him. Jake started to put Cody back, but then thought of something better. He stopped the heat gun.
“Okay boys, time for a little game. Cody, I want you to make Brandon cum. Should be easy, right? He’s all worked up for you and raring to go.”
Cody crossed his arms.
“Not doing it.”
“Well, okay, I’ll leave it up to you, but here’s the thing. I’m going to keep shrinking Brandon until he cums. If you really want to turn Brandon into a tiny little speck, that’s on you.”
Cody frowned. He glanced at Brandon who looked back at him with pleading eyes. He thrust his hips a couple times, as much as he could inside the wrap.
“Fuck. Sorry dude,” said Cody.
He kneeled on Brandon’s thighs and tentatively put his hands on Brandon’s hard dick. He started to rub them up and down, slowly at first, but then picking up speed.
Jake turned the gun back on.
“Race you to the finish line.”
Cody worked as hard as he could but he didn’t seem to be getting very far. The plastic between him and Brandon’s body made it hard to stimulate him. He wished Brandon could tell him what he was into. He swirled his hands around Brandon’s balls and circled the head of Brandon’s dick with his fingers. As Brandon started to approach his size, Cody was getting more desperate. He started talking to Brandon, hoping he’d hit on something verbal that Brandon liked.
“Look at these big muscles,” said Cody. “Look how jacked you are. You fucking stud.” He wasn’t sure how to do this, he’d never really gotten very verbal during sex. Brandon had already reached Cody’s size and was still shrinking. Cody was getting a few glancing blasts from the heat gun, now that Brandon was smaller, and they were painful and distracting. Brandon looked panicked, which probably wasn’t helping.
“Wow, Cody, you must really want Brandon tiny,” said Jake.
He was crouched on the floor but he still towered over both of them. He had the heat gun on it’s side blasting the underside of the bed.
Cody was out of ideas. If Brandon was free of the wrap he could do more but this was so limited. Then he thought of what Jake had said earlier about Brandon being tied up. He pulled up closer to Brandon’s face so he was laying across the body that was now smaller than his. He could feel Brandon’s hard-on through the wrap pressing into his own semi-hard dick.
“What’s the matter, big guy?” said Cody. “Can’t go anywhere?”
He felt Brandon’s dick move a bit under the wrap. Maybe this was working.
“Come on, don’t tell me a big stud jock like you can’t get out of a little plastic. What are all these muscles even for?”
Brandon’s eyes fluttered and he moaned through the gag.
“You’re just totally stuck, aren’t you bro? Just a big old jock doll for me to play with. No way to escape. Totally helpless.”
He pinched Brandon’s nipples through the wrap, and Brandon’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned repeatedly through the gag. Cody pushed his hips against Brandon, forcing their cocks against each other as the body beneath him shuddered.
When Brandon quieted, Cody lifted himself and looked down. He saw the plastic around Brandon’s dick was full of sticky white cum. With nowhere else to go, it was spreading over Brandon’s pelvis.
“He came!” Cody said. “Stop shrinking him, I made him cum!”
Jake flipped off the heat gun. He was laughing at them, shaking his head. Cody rolled off Brandon to see how far it had gone. Brandon was smaller than him. Cody wouldn’t even fit in that bed without his feet hanging off. Cody thought Brandon might even be a bit smaller than Liam. He lay motionless in the wrap, looking haggard and breathing heavy with a big puddle of cum over his middle.
“Nice work, Toy.” said Jake. “I sort of figured out that little kink of his for you, but you got it done, and he’s still big enough for what I have planned.”
Jake grabbed Cody and put him back in his jar, replacing the book on top. He kneeled in front of the tiny bed and slid his hand under it, lifting it toward him as Brandon watched him nervously. The bed had dominated the room before and now it sat in the palm of his hand, it’s tiny occupant still bound and gagged, staring up at him.
“Damn, Bran. Just look at you in your tiny little bed,” said Jake. “I could fit the whole thing in one of those old toy houses. Is that where I should keep you? Get you a room in a little toy house and shrink your furniture down piece by piece until you’ve got your whole bedroom in there?”
Brandon was shaking his head, watching Jake silently.
“Nah,” said Jake. “I’ve actually got something perfect in mind for you.”
He brought Brandon over to the desk to get to work. He would need a few tools and supplies to get the presentation he was going for just right. Fortunately, Brandon’s workspace was equipped with everything he needed.
Liam was terrified of the view from his spot on the wall of Jake’s room, so many stories up, like he’d been stuck to the side of a skyscraper. There was nothing below his feet but vast, open air. For the first ten minutes he’d held his eyes shut and just prayed the tape would hold him.
It did, and when nothing happened after a while, he started to calm down a bit. He opened his eyes and tried not to look down and soon it became a bit bearable.
He strained to hear what was going on in the other room. He could make out Jake’s mocking tone, though he couldn’t understand what was being said, but the other two weren’t coming through at all. Liam was scared of what Jake might do to his giant. How did Jake even get back in? Obviously they had misjudged the lengths he’d go to trying to keep them in his possession.
They should have listened to Cody.
Cody must be furious with him. This was the second time he’d gotten them both stuck in a bad situation. He’d let his feelings for the big guy cloud his judgement. He’d let himself get swept up in it and now he was stuck to a wall by a piece of tape, staring into the abyss of Jake’s room, waiting for Jake to do god knows what to his new friend.
Liam continued to wallow in misery for a while. It was maybe an hour later when the door finally opened. Jake came in with Cody in one hand and one of the packaged action figures in the other. What was he doing? Was this some new humiliation for Cody? Where was Liam’s giant?
“What did you do?” Liam said. “Jake! I want to see him!”
Jake was standing there in front of him, grinning wickedly, not saying anything. Cody wouldn’t meet Liam’s eyes. Slowly, Jake lifted the blister pack up to face Liam. what was Jake doing with one of his roommate’s toys?
Then, inside the plastic casing, something moved. Liam stared at it.
He was held to the backing by twist ties that looped through the holes in the cardboard. They were wrapped around his upper and lower arms, thighs, shins, waist, and even around his neck. There was a small hole in the plastic in front of him. It must have exposed some kind of button or light on whatever toy used to occupy the packaging. Now it exposed the left side of his thick chest. A cartoon bubble printed on the plastic next to the hole exclaimed “play with me!” He was looking at Liam with bewildered brown eyes.
“Brandon?”
