Liam didn’t take the loss of his giant well. First he begged Jake to restore Brandon, but Jake just shook his head and said he was the only giant Liam needed. Then Liam began to loudly berate Jake until he started to get hoarse. When he was finally finished, all Jake said was that Liam obviously needed a time out and he could go to his box.
Jake hadn’t counted on how hard it would be to get Liam free of the duct tape. He pulled the strip off the wall with Liam still stuck to it but when he started to peel it from Liam’s body, Liam yelled in pain and Jake had to stop. He ended up getting a solvent from Brandon’s supplies and applying it with a q-tip to dissolve the adhesive. By the time he got him free, Liam was refusing to speak to him or even look at him.
Brandon was quiet for all of it, suspended in the blister pack which Jake had set on the desk, propped against the wall. When Jake finished with Liam, he tapped on the plastic in front of Brandon’s face and asked him if anyone was home in there.
“Yeah, I’m here,” said Brandon, quietly.
Jake took the package back to Brandon’s room and stuck it to the wall with a thumbtack in the empty spot it came from. He stepped back to admire his work. It made his dick twitch to see tiny, muscled Brandon stuck like this, just another dumb little action figure. If you didn’t know what to look for, you wouldn’t even notice him among the rows of toys.
“Night roomie,” said Jake, and he flipped off the light.
By that time it was two a.m., and Jake had work at nine the next day. It had been a busy night and he just wanted to get off quickly and go to sleep. He got Cody out of the jar where he’d stashed him. He set the little guy down on the desk and took a seat. Cody watched with a surly look on his face.
Jake leaned back in his chair and ran his hand over his bulge. It was already growing.
“Jerk off for me, Toy,” he told Cody.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m really not in the mood for back talk tonight. I’ll show you my feet, but you have to jerk off for me.”
“Fuck. You.”
Cody crossed his arms and set his jaw.
Jake was out of patience. He grabbed Cody off the desk and shoved him face down over his knee.
“You forced me to do this,” said Jake.
He gave Cody a second to wonder what was coming, then brought his free hand close and flicked his finger against Cody’s bare ass. It made a small but audible “thwack.”
“Ow!”
Jake flicked his finger again.
“Rrrrggggghhh!”
Cody tried to stay quiet but the pain made it hard. On the next blow, Cody just grunted. He gritted his teeth and steeled himself for more. Another hit and Cody made a stifled groan.
“You could be having a nice jerk-off session right now,” said Jake, “but you had to disobey. This is what happens to bad toys.”
Smack!
Cody’s ass was starting to sting.
“Thought you were a big man, huh? Getting Brandon to stand up for you. Kicking me out of my own apartment.”
Smack!
“Well, look where that got you. Ass up over my knee like some kind of spoiled brat.”
Smack!
“You better think twice before you pull something like that again.”
Jake continued to spank Cody’s ass with his finger. Cody’s cheeks were getting red and he made strangled grunts and whimpers as this went on. He felt the sting of hot moisture in his eyes. Don’t cry, he told himself.
Jake was getting hard watching the little guy struggling under his hand and taking his punishment. Cody had a nicely shaped ass and watching it shake with the blows made his dick press against the front of his jeans uncomfortably. He paused to adjust himself and as he moved his hand away, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one getting hard.
“Well, look at this.”
Cody’s boner was sticking out behind him, pushed back by Jake’s leg. Jake touched it and it twitched under his fingertip.
“Maybe you like being punished, Toy? Is that why you’re so bad? You need Daddy to show you a little discipline?”
“No!”
Cody’s face was hot and wet, his eyes clenched, and he was hard as a rock with his dick splayed out behind him. What the fuck was wrong with him? The pain, the tears, those were bad enough. Popping a boner right now was just about the worst reaction he could have.
Thwack!
Jake resumed the spanking. Cody wasn’t even trying to hold back his yelps anymore. As his body pitched forward with the blows, his dick rubbed against Jake’s jeans and it was stimulating him even more. He’d never felt so ashamed. He tried to crawl out from under Jake’s hand, but Jake held him down firmly and all he could do was kick his legs out which just rubbed his dick harder against the denim.
Jake spanked Cody until both cheeks were crimson and Cody was howling. Cody’s dick was leaking by that point, but Jake didn’t want him to cum. He held Cody up so they faced each other. Cody’s face was red, eyes glistening, and his dick bobbed in the air in front of him.
“Now tell me you’re sorry,” said Jake.
Cody didn’t respond. He wished he could wipe his face and cover his dick, but his arms were trapped under Jake’s fingers, so he just stared past Jake’s shoulder and kept quiet.
“I can keep going, Toy.”
Jake started to lower Cody back to his knee.
“No!”
Cody twisted in Jake’s hand, his hard dick wagging.
“I’m sorry, okay? Please no more!”
Cody’s voice cracked as he apologized. As Jake watched, his stern look softened.
“Alright, calm down.”
Jake went into his desk and got a tissue, which he held up to Cody’s face.
“Come on, dry off.”
Cody didn’t have any resistance left. He let Jake dab the moisture away.
“It’s all over now. Just be a good toy and you won’t have to go through that again.”
He stroked Cody’s hair with his finger. It was comforting. Cody hated that it was, but he felt too ragged to do anything but let Jake to coddle him. Worse still, his dick liked the attention and a fresh string of precum slid out and dangled onto his belly.
Jake set the tissue down on the desk and lay Cody on top of it. He stroked Cody’s belly with his finger, then he went into his desk and found a rubber band.
“Now sit up.”
Cody complied.
“That’s a good Toy. Now hold your arms behind your back.”
Cody obeyed without thinking. He didn’t want to think any more. But then Jake started looping the rubber band around his forearms, binding his wrists together.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Since you wouldn’t touch your dick when I told you to, you can’t touch it without my permission now. You need to learn that you’re my property and that makes your dick my property too. It gets touched when I say so, and only when I say so.”
Cody tried to pull his hands away, but Jake held them firm. When he finished, the rubber band was taut around Cody’s forearms. Cody tried to pry them apart or work them loose, but he couldn’t get them to budge.
“I bet now you’ll be more cooperative when I give you the chance to touch it.”
Jake put Cody back in his jar and took the piss cup out. Cody looked down at his hard, drooling dick. All that and he wouldn’t even be allowed to cum. He just wanted to cum.
“Let me out of this!” Cody struggled with his bonds. “Don’t just leave me like this!”
“Get some sleep, Toy.”
Jake took the cup to the bathroom and disposed of it, and got himself ready for bed. When he went back to his room he flipped off the lights and stripped down to his briefs. He lay in bed and took his hard dick out and started to stroke it as he watched Cody struggle more with the rubber band in the moonlight coming through the window. He thought about how Cody had looked, pinned against his knee, hard-on stuck out behind him, struggling, his reddening ass cheeks rippling with each impact. He thought about when he’d shrunk Brandon earlier that night, and how he had looked, anxious and resigned in his toy packaging surrounded by all the action figures he’d collected, most of which now equaled or surpassed him in size. It didn’t take Jake long to cum. He used his briefs to clean up and then he stuck the cummy underwear in the jar with Cody.
“In case you get cold.”
Jake struggled to wake up when his alarm went off at seven. He’d only gotten about four hours of sleep. He actually envied Liam getting to sleep the day away in a cosy little box.
Jake had work though, so he forced himself to slide out of bed and get ready. He glanced into Cody’s jar as he passed, amused to find the little guy snoozing on top of his sock with his briefs for a blanket. Cody shifted a bit in the jar but didn’t rouse.
Jake got ready and then attended to the little guys, getting fresh cups and another protein bar from Brandon’s stash. Liam woke when his box was opened, but he ignored Jake as he placed food, water and a fresh cup inside the box.
Cody just grunted when Jake told him good morning and he watched Jake work silently. Jake had to hold the cup of water for Cody to drink from since his hands were bound. He fed Cody some of the protein bar, breaking tiny pieces off which the little guy begrudgingly chewed on. When Jake placed a new bathroom cup in the jar, Cody decided to piss through his morning wood, rather than wait and spend the day with it again. It took him a while to finish, and he seemed to struggle to keep his aim without his hands, but he managed to get it all in. When he started to squat over the cup, Jake turned away. Humiliating Cody was one thing, but he didn’t want to see that.
With the first two done, Jake went and got Brandon’s package down off the wall and pried the plastic front off. When he was preparing the big reveal last night, he’d cut the plastic away from the cardboard backing with an exacto knife and then put thin strips of velcro in to reattach it. This way he could take Brandon out and put him back without having to tear the packaging.
Jake put Brandon on the desk and gave him his breakfast and cup. Brandon ate and relieved himself silently until Jake was ready to put him back in his blister pack.
“Jake, wait,” said Brandon. “Enough is enough, okay? Grow me back, dude. You’ve made your point.”
“You know I don’t have a way to do that.”
“Well, you’re working on that, right?”
“Why should I grow you back?”
“We’re buddies, aren’t we? What are you going to tell Brady about me?”
That was an interesting question that Jake hadn’t considered. He realized that his roommate disappearing the day after two of his co-workers disappeared was going to look very suspicious. He needed a plan for when people started asking questions.
“If I grew you back,” said Jake, “assuming it’s even possible, you’d just rat me out.”
“I won’t, dude. None of us will. Come on, bro.”
Jake liked seeing Brandon beg like this. He wondered if the guy had ever had to work this hard to get someone to do what he said. Brandon seemed to have difficulty with the idea that Jake wasn’t going to just give him whatever he wanted.
“You swear, you wouldn’t tell anyone?” Jake said slowly.
Brandon’s eyes lit up hopefully.
“Bro, I’d never tell. Just get me back to normal size and it will be like it never happened.”
“What if I restore only you?”
Brandon looked surprised. He glanced at the wall his room shared with Jake’s, then he looked at Jake nervously.
“I mean, if that’s the way you want it.”
“Yeah? That’d be fun right, you and me, playing with the two of them. I’d get Cody, you’d get Liam.”
Brandon was nodding slowly, but he looked troubled.
“Maybe we could even shrink a few more guys to have fun with. Like that guy you work with, what’s his name, Danny? He’s got those blue eyes and that thick ass. You’d like to shrink him, right? If I restored you?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Say it. If that’s what you want to do, say it.”
Brandon swallowed.
“I want to shrink Danny and play with him.”
“Yeah, I bet you do.”
“Just grow me back, and we’ll play with whoever you want.”
Jake smiled.
“No.”
“What?”
“I said no.”
Brandon looked crestfallen.
“But you just said–“
“I asked you what you’d want to do. I didn’t say I’d do it. I prefer you as an action figure.”
“No! Jake, I’m not a toy!”
“Sure you are, you’re G.I. Brandon. You’ve got just the right look for it with those muscles. You need some accessories though. I’ll see what I can do about that.”
“Jake, come on! It could be like you said!”
Jake picked Brandon up as he continued to plead and started to bind the little guy onto the cardboard with the twist ties. Brandon’s pleas turned to struggles, but even as strong as he was, he was far too small to give Jake any difficulty. Jake got the last of the ties in place and then held the whole thing up in front of him. Brandon was stuck in position again with his arms at his sides and his legs slightly spread. He was twitching in place, trying to get free, but he had almost no range of motion.
“Dude, at least give me somewhere else to stay! What am I supposed to do all day, just hang here? You know how hard it was to fall asleep like this?”
Jake shook his head.
“We both know you love this, Bran,” he said, running his finger over Brandon’s bare chest. “Tied up all tight and completely helpless.”
Jake’s teasing had its desired effect, Brandon’s dick was growing. Jake laughed at him and Brandon looked away, frowning. Jake put the plastic back in place and tacked Brandon’s packaging to the wall.
“Could you at least put the t.v. on?” said Brandon.
“No. But I’ll see how well-behaved you are tonight and maybe you’ll earn the t.v. tomorrow.”
Jake turned to go. Brandon groaned. It would be a long day. He hoped he’d fall asleep quickly.
Jake had to call Max to come into the store, because of course Liam and Cody didn’t show up for their shifts. Max had been pissed at them yesterday, but today he was getting concerned. He suggested they call Cody and Liam’s emergency contacts to see if anyone knew what was up. Jake thought about trying to dissuade him, but that could make him look guilty, so he agreed and then listened as Max talked to Liam’s sister and Cody’s ex-girlfriend. Neither knew anything and they both sounded very worried from what Jake could make of the conversations. Things were starting to get messy. No doubt the two women would start to call around and it was only a matter of time before someone called the police. Jake wondered if he might need to disappear too.
He took his mind off his concerns by doing some shopping on his lunch break. He found something for each of the little guys that he looked forward to revealing that night. When he was done, he had a little time left on his break, so Jake took a moment to look at the Dynamatter website.
There wasn’t much to it and he was able to browse the whole thing, but he learned almost nothing. It was just a few pages of bland, upbeat corporate speak that made them sound innovative and cutting-edge without actually saying anything about what they do. He got excited when he found a page called “Product Information,” but it just said “coming soon.”
He could try calling the company phone number. What would he say though? “Hey I shrank my coworkers and I’m looking for tips on how to shrink this cop I know.” That wouldn’t go well. Better to experiment with the shrink-wrap first and see what he could learn on his own. He’d already figured out that he didn’t need to spread the heat all over to make it shrink, there must be more he could learn.
When he got home that evening he first checked to make sure everyone was where they belonged. Brandon was in his packaging, watching Jake warily. He looked pretty miserable and Jake actually felt a little bad for him. He’d brought it on himself, but still.
Jake took Brandon’s blister pack off the wall and brought it into his room, where he checked on Cody and Liam quickly. Cody glared up at him from his nest of sock and briefs. Liam wouldn’t look at him at all. Jake would deal with each of them later.
He got Brandon out of his packaging onto the desk. The little guy stumbled to his hands and knees, then stood and rubbed his arms and legs, stretching and shaking them with a grimace.
“I got you a present,” said Jake. “I was gonna get you a G.I. Joe uniform, but then I saw something even better.”
He pulled a small piece of fabric out of his backpack and dropped it at Brandon’s feet. Brandon picked it up and held it out in front of him. It was a ragged, leopard-print loincloth belted with a small strip of leather. He looked at Jake skeptically.
“It’s a Tarzan outfit,” said Jake. “From a movie collectible. Not the Disney one, one of the old ones. I thought it was perfect for you. Came with this too.”
Jake got a small resin spear out and laid it on the desk.
“Well? Suit up, jungle man.”
Brandon looked like he was going to say something, then shook his head and stepped into the loincloth. He pulled it up to his waist. It wasn’t a bad fit. He tied the leather tight to hold it up.
“Good,” said Jake. “Now hold your spear.”
Brandon picked up the spear and held it next to him. He looked just like a tiny, well-coiffed Tarzan, and the surly face he made only added to the illusion.
“That’s perfect,” said Jake, chuckling.
He held his phone up and snapped a picture.
“Seriously dude?” said Brandon.
Jake gave him a look and he closed his mouth.
“Okay Tarzan,” said Jake. “Let’s see you in action.”
He pulled some books down and made two stacks, with a gap between them, about as wide as Brandon was tall. He put Brandon on top of one of the stacks.
“Think you can jump it?”
Brandon walked to the edge and looked at the gap.
“That? Easy.”
He threw his spear down, took a brief running start and leapt to the other stack of books. He easily cleared the gap. He actually looked surprised at how far he went. He landed right in front of the far edge of the other stack and had to swing his arms out to keep from falling over the side.
“Whoa!” Jake laughed. “Guess jumping is easier at your new size. Let’s try this.”
Jake spread the stacks further apart, so the gap looked wider than the distance Brandon just achieved.
“How about now?”
Brandon shrugged and took another leap. His loincloth flew up and exposed everything as he came down on the other side. This time he landed more gracefully, just in the center of the other stack. He pushed the loincloth back in place.
“They don’t show that in the movies,” said Jake. “Think you could jump even further?”
“I dunno. I think that’s close to the max.”
“Alright,” said Jake. “Now let’s hear your Tarzan call.”
Brandon gave him a annoyed look.
“Or you can go back on the wall if you prefer,” said Jake.
Brandon sighed. He drew in a deep breath and then yelled. It sounded more like an aggravated scream than a jungle call.
“Come on,” said Jake. “Try harder. You know what I’m looking for.”
Jake demonstrated, making the iconic undulating-pitch bellow.
“Like that.”
Brandon took a breath and tried again. This time he sounded much more authentic.
“Perfect,” said Jake.
He dug into his desk drawer and found an old shoelace.
“So, I want you to make that sound,” he held up the shoelace, “while you use this to swing to the other side. Get it?”
Brandon made a face like he was going to argue, but then thought better of it.
“Yeah,” he said in a resigned voice.
“Good boy,” said Jake. “See? You’re learning already. Now let me just get the camera set up here.”
He looked around for something to prop up his phone with. He settled on Cody’s jar, which he took down from the shelf and placed on the desk not far from the stacked books. Cody was seated inside with his back against the wall, arms resting behind him, still held together by the rubber band. He watched them curiously. Jake set the phone to record video and leaned it against the jar so it was pointed up at the stacks.
“Hang on,” he said to Brandon. “Don’t want to leave Liam out.”
He got Liam’s box from the bed and opened it. Liam frowned at him and turned away.
“Yeah, yeah, come on, grumpy,” said Jake.
He took Liam out. Liam yelped as he suddenly flew up into the air and then he was deposited in Jake’s shirt pocket.
“You don’t want to miss Bran’s big Hollywood moment,” said Jake. “Alright Bran, you know what you’re doing? Don’t forget your spear.”
Brandon looked at the spear.
“I can’t swing on the rope and hold the spear at the same time,” he said.
“Then stick it in your little Tarzan skirt.”
“Huh?”
“Here.”
Jake took the spear, then twirled Brandon around. He slid the spear down into the back of the loincloth so the pointed end was sticking up behind Brandon’s back.
“Put that booty to use,” said Jake, giving Brandon a poke in the butt.
It was an awkward arrangement. The pole wiggled as Brandon walked, shifting back and forth by the movement of his ass.
“How am I supposed to run like this?” he asked.
“You’ll make it work,” said Jake. “Now grab your vine and get ready.
Jake held the shoelace up in the air so it hung down vertically. Brandon hesitated, but again thought better of arguing. He waddled close to the edge of the stack and took the shoelace in his hands, then backed up a bit.
“Alright,” said Jake. “Lights! Camera! Action!”
Brandon tried to run toward the edge, but the spear handle pressed between his cheeks made it an awkward kind of hopping motion instead. He still managed to launch himself off the edge of the stack, using the shoelace to swing out and doing his Tarzan bellow. The spear slipped a bit and he had to clench his ass to keep it from going further. His loincloth flew up again, exposing everything as he soared across the gap. When the second stack was below him, he released the shoelace and landed on his feet. The butt of the spear dragged a bit on the surface but he was able to keep his balance.
“Boom!” said Jake. “Stuck the landing!”
Brandon was pleased. It was goofy and embarrassing but it would be even worse if he had fallen over.
“Can I take this off now?” he said, gesturing at the loincloth.
“Why? It’s a good look for you.”
Brandon looked at it. He’d worn a similar outfit for halloween one year. He always picked a costume that exposed as much skin as possible. He’d never felt self-conscious about it before, but he hadn’t been toy-sized before, either.
“I just feel dumb wearing this.”
“Let’s see what Liam thinks,” said Jake.
He picked Brandon up and held him close to the pocket for Liam to get a good look. The spear started to slip, so Jake pulled it out of the loincloth. Brandon gasped as it slid up between his cheeks on the way out.
“What do you think, buddy?” Jake said to Liam. “Should he keep his Tarzan undies on or just get naked again?”
Liam wanted to ignore Jake but he couldn’t ignore Brandon. He looked at his onetime giant, dangling there and smiling weakly at him. They hadn’t been able to talk since he’d shrunk. Liam wished Jake would at least let them stay together.
“If he doesn’t want to wear it then you should let him take it off,” said Liam.
“But he looks hot in it, right? Look at this little stud.”
Jake poked at Brandon’s chest. Brandon squirmed a bit, but didn’t fight it. Liam didn’t want to watch Brandon be humiliated, but be couldn’t stop staring as Jake fondled him. Jake flipped Brandon around so his back was facing Liam. The loincloth was narrow so the dimpled sides of his ass were exposed. Jake prodded it with his fingers.
“Nice and juicy. You like that, right?”
Jake could tell Liam was trying not to act interested, but couldn’t stop himself. He turned Brandon back to face them. The front of the loincloth was sticking out.
“Guess he’s enjoying the attention,” said Jake.
He jiggled Brandon in the air, causing his hard dick to bounce around beneath the cloth. Liam watched hungrily.
“You’ve always been kind of an exhibitionist, haven’t you Bran?” said Jake.
“Let him stay in the box with me,” Liam said suddenly.
Jake looked down at his pocket in surprise. Liam was looking at him for the first time since he’d thrown a fit about Brandon getting shrunk.
“He did your Tarzan thing,” said Liam. “He did what you asked, so let him stay in the box with me.”
Jake gave it some thought.
“Tell you what,” he said. “You guys cooperate with me, do everything I ask for the next couple of days, then I’ll let you stay together.”
Liam and Brandon exchanged a look.
“Whatever it takes to get out of that blister pack,” said Brandon.
“Liam?” said Jake.
Liam hesitated. He didn’t want to make an open-ended promise. He worried about what Jake might ask them to do.
“What kind of stuff are we talking about?” he said.
“Anything I ask. You don’t get to choose. Say yes and you’ll have your boy-toy with you soon, but you have to be completely obedient. Say no and he stays on the wall.”
Brandon was watching Liam anxiously. Liam knew he couldn’t make him stay on the wall, but he also knew he would regret giving Jake what he wanted.
“Or maybe I should make him even smaller?” said Jake. “Like the size of those minis he loves to paint. I could glue his feet down to one of those little plastic stands and everything. What do you think, Bran? You want to be part of your own mini collection?”
Brandon looked terrified.
“Liam, please,” he said, his voice soft but desperate. “Please don’t let me get smaller.”
Liam knew when he was beat.
“Alright,” he told Jake. “Anything you want.”
