Childhood bonds are often among the strongest we form in life, built upon a foundation of shared secrets, adventures, and unbreakable trust. In a world where people could contract the “Shrinking” disease, losing their height and status as a human trust was more valuable than ever.
Max knocked at Chris' apartment door. They had known each other since kindergarten, having been best friends since both could remember. Today was one of their most valuable traditions, a chill sleepover. Max just finished his shift at the hospital and went straight to his friend. They would spend the rest of the day watching movies and playing video games. Those nights have become rarer, which has made them even more valuable to Max.
After a short delay, Chris opened the door, dressed in gym shorts and a muscle shirt, showing off his toned arms. What Chris lacked in height, he made up for with muscles, having sculpted a good-looking body in the gym. Max looked down on his shorter friend and greeted him with a grin. “ Are you ready?” he asks, barely containing his excitement. "Hell yeah,“ replied Chris, gently boxing him in the side, "can’t wait to smoke you in Mortal Kombat” just as enthusiastically. After setting in, Max shot a quick text to his parents, letting them know he would come over for lunch tomorrow.
The evening went just as planned. After some light-hearted competitive gaming, they ordered some pizza and watched a movie. Max checked his phone, noticing that his parents had neither replied nor read his text. “Don’t worry.” Chris cheered him up. “They are probably just busy at the moment”. “I guess you're right.” Max replied, noticing a slight, sly smirk on Chris’ face. The headaches started well into the night. It was like a drill to the front of Max's head. Like the mother of all migraines. “I think I should call it there.” he tells Chris while rubbing his dome. His friend responded as he expected, with much care. He turned down the light and offered Max the chance to lay down in his own bed instead of the couch. Max obliged. While Chris offered tea and painkillers, he undressed to his boxers and snuggled into Chris' comfortable bedsheets. He thanked Chris and asked him to leave him alone, as he drifted into a light sleep. He was gently woken up by a little ruffle in the room. He opened his eyes slightly, seeing Chris in his underwear trying to sneak through the room. In this half-asleep state, something felt strange. There was movement inside his friend's boxer shorts. Before he could process or understand this fact, he drifted off to sleep again.
He awoke suddenly and jolted upwards as if he were stung by a bee. His blood froze, and his heart skipped a beat. His worst nightmare has become a reality. The surroundings had changed massively. He took that information in, knowing in an instant what it meant. He contracted “Shrinkism”. Max's stomach turned, and he puked. His heart was now racing, and his thoughts were running through his head at impossible speeds. How? Why now? What will happen? He lost balance and fell to the ground, his world was shattered. In his current form, he wasn’t considered a human anymore; legally, he had a few more rights as an ant. What should he do? He needs to get to the hospital. There, they could figure out the extent of the disease. There, he would be safe. He needs to get Chris’ attention, he trusted him. And as soon as he thought about how to do it, the doors to the bedroom opened.
Chris, looking at an empty bed, looked confused, not spotting Max in his diminutive form.
“Hello? Max? Are you here?” he asked in a gentle, caring, yet confused voice. Max began to jump up and down, while Chris looked around the room. Scanning the room, he couldn’t see his friend at first, but then he noticed the pair of underwear Max wore yesterday, and then he spotted him. A look of true surprise washed over Chris. “OOhhh my god,” he stuttered, raising his hand to his head. “No, this can’t be happening.” he said in disbelief. He slowly
approached his now tiny friend. “Are you okay?” he asked, the question totally pointless but helpless to say anything else. Max’s view was taken up by his now titanic friend.
"Please, you need to help me!” he shouted up to the giant.
“Sorry dude, I can’t hear you,” Chris replied, putting his hand down next to Max. “Climb on, so I can hear you.”
Max obliged without hesitation. Stepping on the platform like a hand, he squatted down, when Chris raised the palm to his head.
“You need to help me.I need to get to the hospital.” He pleaded with his gargantuan friend, true fear showing in his eyes.
“Of course I help you, dude.” Chris' voice boomed like a thunderstorm. “I just need to get dressed first.” He said this while putting his tiny friend down on the nightstand.
Over an hour later, Chris waited at the hospital, when the doctor finally returned with the tiny Max in his hand.
“The testing is done for now,” the doctor says, addressing Chris directly.
“We measured him at 1.7 inches. His vitals are fine, and his condition is stable. He has above average endurance for someone his size. His compressed form should withstand nearly every force. That is rare.” The doctor stated all of this matter-of-factly.
“There is only one problem.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. "What's that?”
“ We can’t reach his guardians to sign the documents. They aren’t responding to the calls and texts.”, The doctor's tone changed to a more stern tune. “We aren’t allowed to keep him here, but without someone signing the waivers and adoption forms, he would be given over to authorities.”
“What??” Max and Chris asked in unison, shocked at the situation.
“That can’t be true.” Max muttered, burying his head in his arms.
“I am afraid so.” The doctors didn’t change his tone.
“Could I sign as a proxy?” Chris asked after a short moment.
“Well, only if the patient agrees to that.” The doctor said this, looking down at Max in his hand. His tiny head sprung up. What options did he have, really? Besides, Chris was his best friend, he could keep him until his parents could be reached. He looked up at his gigantic friend's face. “Would you do that for me? Until we can reach my parents?”
“It would be better than giving you to the authorities.” Chris said, nodding. “Yes, for you, I’ll do it.”
After all the paperwork was filled out, both signed, giving Chris full ownership over his shrunken friend. They left the clinic with Max safely stored in Chris' shirt pocket. The ride back home was silent. Once Chris arrived home, he went straight to the bedroom. “This couldn't have gone any better.” he says out loud, fishing his tiny friend out of his pocket. Max was taken aback by his friend's happy demeanor. He was dropped onto the nightstand without much care, watching in shock as his friend unbuckled his pants while still monologues. “ I had my doubts at first, us being friends and all, but fuck it, this is so much better.” His trousers dropped to the floor. A warm whiff of groin musk washed over Max as Chris moved his covered crotch closer to him. “And it wasn’t cheap, you know?” Max continued, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down, revealing his semi hard cock. Even in this state, it dwarfed Max. The uncut tip was big as a car to him, the balls the size of a garage, and the stench of sweat as potent as an impending storm, heavy and foreboding, hung in the air, hinting at the disaster about to unfold. “But it was worth it.” Chris continued grabbing his cock head and peeling back his foreskin. “For this family union alone.”
Max could not believe his eyes. Under the giant foreskin of his childhood friend were his parents, even smaller than him. “Now, let’s play” Chris chuckled.
The doorbell rang. Samantha checked her phone to see the door cam. She was a bit surprised to see her son's lifelong friend Chris standing at their porch. Since Max moved out they haven’t seen each other often. “I am coming” she let him know over the speaker, swung up from the couch and walked to the door, clad in her tight gym shorts and workout bra. She was seen as more than just conventional attractive, a trophy wife like no one has seen before. Her husband on the other hand was just as attractive. In his golden forties he had a better trained body than most young twenty year olds. He sipped his tea in the kitchen and gave her a quick glance as she walked past. “Who is it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Chris” she responded quickly passing him and opening the front door, greeting Chris with a smile. “ Heyy there. Haven’t seen you in a long while. Come in” she stepped aside letting the smaller man enter their home. Ending her life as a human with that simple action.
They spend the morning talking about the good all times, Chris telling them he was supposed to meet Max here. He even served them their coffee, being familiar with the interior of the home. Shortly after lunch he excused himself, going to the bathroom he left them behind in the living room.
When he returned he noticed the piles of their clothes. The concentrated virus he mixed into their drinks has taken its effect. Now he only needed to find them.
Samantha closed her eyes. Her head hurt like a sledgehammer was pounding into her skull. A feeling of dizziness washed over her, making her moan uncomfortably. When she opened her eyes her blood froze. She shrunk. It wasn’t hard to see that. Her worst nightmare have become a reality. She knew about the virus, even saw someone shrink in front of her. But even better she knew the dire consequences she was in now. She shuddered thinking of all the ways she used some tinies she found, facing the reality that the same things could be done to her now. She needed to flee. She turned on her heel and started to run towards the end of the couch. Halfway to her destination she could feel the ground shake and tremble. The footsteps of a titan, of the now gigantic Chris. She considered for a moment stopping and letting him find her. But she knew better, having eaten her step-sister after watching her shrink. She knew that people were two faced when it came to tinies. So she just continued to run. She heard Chris calling their names, a little hint of confusion in his voice.
Her miniature heart pounding in sync with the grandeur of the footsteps echoing threw her body. The couch's fabric terrain stretched out before her, a vast expanse of plushy valleys and towering peaks that seemed to defy the laws of scale. The journey to the bottom promised danger.
But staying on top risking being seen would be more dangerous. So she took a deep breath ready to climb.
A shadow descended upon her. “Ohh no Mrs.Williams. You should not do that.” Treetrunk like fingers engulfed her and she was picked up like the ant she was. The smell knocked out her senses, the realization of vulnerability broke her spirit, the sheer difference in power between her and the person holding her shattered her mind. All she could do was collapse to her knees and taking in the image of the human turned god that gently lifted her to his face.
Liam Williams awoke on his carpet. He was knocked out for just a second. But there had never been a more impactful second in his life. As everyone else in the world he knew in an instant what must have happened. He rubbed his temple trying to form a coherent thought. Then his world shook. As he turned gigantic sneakers moved towards him, as the giant wearing them strolled over to the couch, calling out his name. His brain couldn't fully transfer every information he was taking in being knocked out of it as the sneaker descended upon him. Out of instinct he ran. He barley managed to escape being crushed, the impact still sent him flying. Landing on his back, he got the wind knocked out of him. When he grasped the vile stench of unwashed socks and feet, sweat filled his lungs and nostrils. He began to cough, nearly choking on the fumes. Luckily the feet moved again. To his shock he heard Chris call out his wife's name. He must have found her. Then the giant moved again, turning around to sit on the couch. The thundering sound of Chris sitting down boomed down on him. He cowered at the feet of his son's childhood friend. To his horror Chris talked again. “I must be the luckiest guy in the world to find you, Miss Williams. I will make you mine. And to show you how you will spend the rest of your life..” Liam could hear a rustle. Then his protective instincts kicked in, he needed to protect his wife! Without a thought he began to climb the grimy boulder like sneakers, reaching the ankle in quick succession. He then used the leg hairs of the giant as stepping stones, not even stopping to think about the mistake he just made. That realization set in as the enormous fingers engulfed him to, lifting him by the head.
Later that day
Both parents were trapped in a moist hell, between colossal nuts covered in ball sweat. Chris had already used them to get off twice, Samantha was still covered in his spunk. Back at their former home. He took everything, their keys, credit cards and any cash he could find. He then stuffed them down his boxers and ordered them to keep him horny. To Liam's surprise Samantha was already broken. Her look had something manic about it, as she eagerly licked this guy's balls. She didn’t mind the jizz covering her, she didn’t stop or pause her task, making sure to lick every inch.
Then they heard a familiar voice, and every hope was turned into despair.
“ Are you ready?”
Hell yeah,“ replied their tormentor, inviting their son into his home.