Justin
struggled to right himself amid the books and laptop that sat in the
bag with him but every step the enormous frat boy took shook his
world. Grunting at the bottom of the bag, he slumped down and
admitted defeat.
It
sounded like something out of a bad fantasy story. Three rich frat
kids had walked up, turned into giants, and stuffed him into a bag
for who knows what reason.
Sitting
there with his arms crossed, Justin figured it wouldn't be good.
A
grimace came to his face as he wondered if it was a sex thing. Lots
of people got off on being dominating and from what little he knew
about fraternities, he figured anyone who went through the sort of
hazing they put each other through came out the other side of it with
a bunch of kinks that would make a whore blush. His stomach churned
at the thought of being the bitch to the brutish looking punk that
had picked him up like an action figure.
Just
being tied up and beaten would have been bad enough but then he
thought about how big the young man's cock would be. His heart
pounded in his chest and his whole body shuddered at the thought of
staring up at some college kid's big smelly cock.
And it
would definitely be smelly.
He
remembered what his hygiene had been like at nineteen or twenty and
the thought of that being amplied tenfold at his newfound size made
him retch a little.
Justin
had driven by the frat houses loads of times and nothing about the
way they looked told him he was about to end up somewhere nice. Those
boys probably lived in a sty that while clean enough to avoid
attracting vermin would still reek of sweat, stale beer, and day old
pizza. The only upside that he figured was that the house would have
enough holes in the wall and other problems brought on from lack of
maintenance that he might be able to hatch an escape plan before
things got too bad.
Nodding
his head, Justin figured that the idiot would probably get drunk
enough that very night or at some point over the weekend that he'd be
able to get away from him sooner rather than later. He figured he'd
just have to play along for a little bit and then he'd be able to get
out and find some help. Whatever the frat bros had done to him, there
had to be a way to reverse it and once that happened...
A part
of Justin wanted to believe that he'd bring a crew of his friends and
drinking buddies over to beat all these frat brothers senseless. It
was what they deserved, and more than a few of them probably needed a
good ass kicking just on principle, but then he thought of how easily
the kid had turned him into an action figure.
Storming
the fraternity might just result in him and every guy he brought with
him being the size of ants at the feet of enormous frat bros. At that
size none of them would stand a chance beneath the fancy sneakers the
kids were wearing.
One
step and they'd all be dead.
The
thought made Justin curl up a little tighter in the bottom of the bag
and that's when he made a decision: if he somehow made it out of this
alive and got back to his original size, he'd just go back to his
regular life. He'd quit his job because he didn't want any chance of
stepping foot on the college's campus again. Hell, Justin realized
that he might need to move to a different town or state, since he
doubted any of the guys who kidnapped him would want to risk him
blabbing about it to anybody else. Even living a normal life would be
a big risk but he figured that it was the only one worth taking.
Of
course, a lot would have to go right before he ever got to that.
Justin
was so deep in his own thoughts that he hadn't even realized that the
world outside had grown a little quieter. The thunder of other
students, passing cars, and sounds so distorted by his size that he
couldn't make sense of them had dulled considerably.
“Gonna
finish up some problem sets before tonight, what about you?”
“Eh,
think I'm just going to play some Fortnite,” the giant voice of his
captor rumbled through Justin's prison, the power behind it making
his eyes go wide.
Three
more world shaking strides rattled the backpack before it was
suddenly swinging through the open air. He gritted his teeth to keep
from screaming and grabbed the sides of the bag when it came to a
harsh stop. A low chuckle rolled outside as the pack was slowly
lowered to the ground.
His
head snapped up to where the zipper was already peeling back.
There
was no taunting or menacing laugh, simply a hand coming down into the
darkness of his prison. Justin started to rise to meet it, desperate
to show the huge bastard that he wasn't a pushover but then the
fingers were already wrapping around his body and yanking him
skyward.
No
matter how much he wanted to punch or kick the huge digits, his limbs
were pinned against his body inside the enormous fist. The giant
kid's narrow messy room was nothing more than a blur before he found
himself descending into a stainless steel cage with a red plastic
bottom, like the kind you'd buy for a hamster except there were no
wood chips to soften his landing.
He
grunted when he hit the hard plastic and scrambled up to his feet to
see the giant's hand already shutting the cage door above his head.
The bars rattled around him and he looked up at the frat boy's
immense chest to his distant disinterested face.
“What?”
The single word was spat out from the gargantuan guy's big lips, less
question than challenge.
“L-look,”
Justin's voice started to shake as soon as he spoke. Staring up at
the wide field of dark green fabric that was the kid's polo shirt,
the smaller man was painfully aware of just how much bigger the
fraternity brother was now.
For a
moment he felt like a little kid again and then seeing the same hand
that had just held him pick up an xbox controller, it hit Justin that
he had no real comparison for his current size. He wasn't like a
little kid, he was small enough to be a kid's toy and in comparison
to a fully grown man that made him something that could be
accidentally broken by a misplaced step.
The
xbox hummed to life beside him and a television hanging on a wall
overhead blazed to life as the giant slumped down into a chair, not
even bothering to toss aside the hoodie that was slung over the back.
The
immense chair creaked from the frat boy leaning back in it and then
swinging his feet high up into the air. The New Balance sneakers that
had almost plowed Justin over flew into view before smashing down
right in front of the cage.
The
soles were a mixture of white, dark green, and an icy blue, none of
which showed any particular wear. The young man's feet were big
enough that they effectively eclipsed the entire world for Justin,
and he could only catch glimpses of the young man when they began to
sway back and forth.
He just
stood there, stunned as the sounds of Fortnite began to echo out from
the television above. The young man had obviously found his single
weak and wavering word to not be worth his time and that made Justin
slump down like he had just been punched hard in the gut.
“What
the fuck...” he muttered to himself while staring down at his own
callused hands and muscular body.
A
strange emptiness grew in his chest as he tried to connect what his
own body looked like to how the young man reacted to him. His head
began to feel light and dizzy while he struggled with the reality
that he wasn't over six feet tall anymore and the shadow that was
falling over him wasn't from a tree or building but some other guy's
feet.
He
looked back up at the well cared for sneakers and on closer
inspection he noticed bits of dirt marring them as well as a pebble
buried in a deep pocket near the heel. It wasn't difficult for him to
imagine was they would look like if the giant stepped on him; blood
splattered across the tread with his own bones and guts wedged in the
ridges of the sole.
“Oh
God,” another wave of nausea rolled over him and he leaned forward,
letting his head hang between his knees, “It's gonna be ok...”
His own
words rattled around in his skull as he sat there, struggling to gain
control of his tightening chest and dizzied head. The nausea slowly
ebbed out of him, then his chest loosened enough for him to take a
deep breath, and finally he felt like he had his head on right again.
Rising
up from the floor, he blinked when he saw that the light coming
through the window had turned a burnt orange. The sneakers had pulled
away and the giant fraternity brother was no longer playing video
games but tapping away at his phone with a faint smirk on his face.
In the distance, Justin could hear a low continuous rumble from
below, as if lots of people were talking at once.
Without
warning, his young captor rose to his feet and began to move about
the room. Each one of his footfalls shook the dresser that Justin's
cage sat on and rattled the bars, knocking the shrunken man back down
to his backside without any effort. He watched as the boy slid his
phone into his pocket then picked up the errant pieces of laundry
that were strewn across the room and deposited them into an already
full laundry basket.
A pizza
box on his desk was quickly broken down and stuffed into a blue
recycling bin where cans crumbled beneath the giant's careless
shoving. He straightened out the deflated comforter on his twin bed
while crossing back to Justin's cage with a wide grin on his face.
Justin
rose to his feet as the frat boy loomed over him, his dark eyes
raking over his body like he was appraising him. Balling his fists
together to keep from flinching, Justin jutted out his chin and
stared up at the younger man, “Look, kid-”
“Good,”
his powerful voice rolled over Justin's words, “I was starting to
worry you were a fucking pussy.”
The
shrunken man stumbled like he had been shoved about while the cage
rattled and the fingers wrapped around him again. “Wh-what...” he
managed before the air was shoved from his lungs by the enclosing
fist.
The
giant was already on the move, wrenching open the door to his room
and closing it behind him. The roar of a sizable crowd echoed through
the hallway and grew louder with each of the young man's world
shaking steps.
Justin
couldn't stop the way his heart began to pound and his body began to
squirm at the terrifying noise. With every one of his captor's
strides, the crowd grew louder and louder and he could start to make
out distinct voices among them.
From
the giant's hip, Justin had a bird's eye view of the party as they
descended the staircase.
Despite
what the noise made him think there were only forty or so people
clustered in the fraternity's foyer and a large room that sat beside
it. Men and women stood around sipping from solo cups while
occasionally glancing toward the center of the room.
Justin
struggled to see what was drawing their attention but all he could
make out was a large white board against a wall with what looked like
some kind of betting odds listed on it. He struggled to make sense of
it while his captor entered the crowd and his view became nothing but
a forest of legs and butts.
The
giant slowed down slightly and Justin watched his immense hand come
up to squeeze a taut buttcheek encased in a white leather skirt.
Craning his neck back, he could see a young woman with short dark
hair and sharp angular features turn to confront the young man, only
for her face to go from angry to excited.
“Hey,
Emma,” the giant boomed, a grin on his face.
“You're
such a fucking creep, Aiden.” Her high pitched voice reverberated
in Justin's ears, making it sound bassier than it actually was.
“Yeah
but you fucking love it...” He laughed, squeezing her ass once more
as he started to walk away.
“Wait,
where are you going?”
“I
gotta get signed in.”
Justin's
whole world spun about as his captor used him to gesture toward the
center of the room.
“Oh
wow, I didn't know you had a new one already.”
“I
can't let Bryce have all the glory now can I?”
“I
guess not...”
Justin's
breath became quicker and quicker as the giant started to move once
more. A terrifying possibility began to fill his mind and the further
they got into the much larger room, the more certain he became that
it was the only logical explanation.
Ahead
of him, the crowd parted around an immense table.
Except
it wasn't exactly a table.
It
reminded Justin of a set-up he had seen at the local gaming store
when he did his deliveries there. The place took up two storefronts
in a strip mall, one half was a convenience store where he figured
the bulk of their sales came from and the rest was devoted to
miniatures and card games and stuff like that. Most of their tables
were chest high, so people could stand around them while playing
their make-believe wars, but there had been one table that was
essentially a sandbox on stilts. The owner had been very proud of it,
having designed it himself to provide a 'more realistic' experience
for the people that gamed there. Justin had nodded along at the time
while watching two middle school kids push futuristic looking tanks
up small sand hills and argue about visibility.
Now he
was looking at the same concept, though with far less sand, but all
around it were individual cages, holding people his size.
His
captor lifted up the roof of an empty cage and held him up toward the
white board.
The
chubby giant who had been there when he shrank grinned and gave a
thumbs up, “Tournament or melee?”
“Just
the big melee,” Aiden rumbled while his hand opened up.
Justin
shouted in fear and his limbs flailed before he crashed onto the
chicken wire below with a grunt. Struggling to catch his breath, he
lifted his head up to see his enormous captor handing a wad of
twenties over to the other giant.
“Oh
fuck,” he whispered to himself, scrambling up onto his feet,
“They're going to make us...”
Snapping
his head to the two cages on either side of him, he saw one was empty
but the other contained a wiry looking college kid who was naked
except for a loincloth clearly made from an old t-shirt.
“Ladies
and gentleman,” roared the frat boy who was taking he bets, “First
fight is about to start! Betting for the first fight is closed.”
The
enormous crowd surged closer and Justin found himself in the shadow
of his gigantic captor and the girl whose ass he had grabbed moments
earlier. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she giggled, her
white leather skirt matched a tight white corset top that strained to
contain her perky breasts as she pressed them against the giant. Her
hand ran up and down his chest before her dark eyes glanced down
toward him, “Do you think he's good?”
Aiden
glanced down at him and smirked, “Good enough.”
A cheer
overpowered every other sound and forced Justin to cover his ears.
He knew
he didn't want to know what had provoked the cheer but he also had to
know what was happening. Turning toward a space which he now realized
was a miniature gladitorial arena, he saw two young women busy
wrestling in the dirt.
An
angry looking blonde with her hair shaved close to her head was
straddling a dark skinned girl and throttling her neck. Justin
stepped forward, too horrified to look away and as a scream for mercy
began to crawl up his throat, the girl beneath the blonde kicked out
her leg and got enough leverage to bring her elbow up with tremendous
speed and force.
Blood
splattered through the air, the blonde staggered back, and another
ear shattering cheer erupted from the crowd.
The
pair were now both on their feet and grappling each others shoulders,
desperately trying to send the other down into the sand once again.
They clapped their hands against each others ears between attempts to
move into other holds but neither seemed to be able to make much
headway.
Until
the blonde reached up and grabbed the cluster of locs tied up at the
back of the other girl's head. A painful scream erupted from the girl
as she was pulled to the ground by her own hair. The blonde released
her just before she could tumble down with her and she regained her
footing by stamping down on her opponent's chest.
The
blonde kept hammering away with her heel, while her opponent writhed
and coughed on the floor. As spit began to fly from the girl's thick
lips and her hand smacked against the sand like a wrestler tapping
out, Justin finally managed to pull his gaze away from the fight.
He
found himself staring up at the enormous spectators.
All of
them were the same age as the girls in the arena, meaning most of
them were college kids who weren't even old enough to drink. Their
faces were a strange mix of blemishless and acne ridden, they ran the
gamut from thin to heavy, short and tall, and any other descriptor
you could imagine. Yet, he knew one thing about them all for certain;
they were all well off to be in a fraternity or a sorority.
Every
one of them was dressed nice. The ones who weren't were still wearing
sweats with designer labels and when he looked down at their feet he
saw the same kind of limited run sneakers that his captors had been
wearing that afternoon. He spied one girl that stood out; a redhead
with short hair who looked like she would be more at home in the pit
of a punk venue than a frathouse.
But
even she was wearing clothes that were clearly high end and he
doubted the jewelry adorning her body was cheap. Especially when he
saw the shrunken young man dangling off the end of a chain connected
to her pants. She kept giving the tiny man slack, dangling him down
until he was below the vast stage of the arena and then pulling him
back up, completely unconcerned with the way that it made him flop
about.
It was
clearly a nervous habit and that made her prisoner nothing more than
a fidget toy.
More
cheers went up through the crowd, and the chubby giant's voice
thundered on but Justin's ears were ringing so hard that he wasn't
sure if a winner was beinging announced or if another fight was
starting.
This
time he kept his back to the arena and walked away from the front of
his cage.
He
walked toward the far side and found himself face to crotch with his
captor, Aiden.
A
growing bulge sat before him and it made Justin's knees wobble in
fright as he took in the dimensions of the young man's package. He
knew that the shape of the jeans was distorting what was going on
inside but his worst fears felt like they were confirmed as he stared
at it with wide eyes.
Dainty
feminine fingers entered Justin's field of vision and he looked up to
see Emma's hand playing across Aiden's stomach, rubbing and patting
it while she cuddled a closer to him. Justin looked up to see that
her bright blue eyes weren't on the fight but on him, her thin glossy
lips stretching in a big toothy smile.
Her
hand leapt from the giant's chest to the walls of his cage, rattling
it while her mouth formed the word 'Boo' high above in the heavens.
The
whole world shook and Justin stumbled back, which provoked a laugh
from the girl and drew Aiden's attention. With his ears ringing from
the booming crowd, Justin couldn't make out what was being said but
he could tell from their faces that it was a teasing conversation
about him.
Emma
was making her case for why she should be allowed to toy with Justin
and to the tiny man's surprise, Aiden was admonishing her for it. He
would've expected the young man to not care at all about what the
girl did but there he was, calmly pulling her hand back and giving it
a gentle squeeze. She pouted up at him and he bent down and kissed
her as an apology, which made the tension melt away from her almost
instantly.
Justin
felt like his head was spinning while he struggled to make sense of
it all; the horrible violence happening behind him, the bloodlust of
the enormous college kids, and the strange behavior of his captor.
As
Aiden and Emma finally came up for air, both of them taking long
pulls from the red plastic cups in their hands, the cage around him
rattled.
The
world suddenly came into sharp focus despite the roar of the gigantic
crowd, and Justin turned to find his door wide open. The giant frat
brother who served as the emcee for the horrific event was thundering
over his fellow giants, “And now we enter the main event for the
evening, folks! The Grand Melee...”
Justin
wanted to remain exactly where he was standing but a single glance
over his shoulder showed Aiden's dark eyes narrowing in frustration.
With fear creeping up his spine, he took several shaky steps out into
the vast arena.
Seven
other competitors entered with him, two of which looked just as
terrified and confused as he did while the remainder were all battle
hardened. The sand crunched beneath Justin's work boots but he also
heard the occasional squelch as he stepped further into the pit from
the dark splotches of blood and sweat that remained from the previous
fights.
Enormous
college kids towered over the walls of the gladitorial arena, all of
them hungry for the shrunken people to spill blood while they guzzled
down cheap beer and jungle juice.
“FIGHT!”
The
single word made all of the shrunken people leap into action, some of
them running as far from the others as possible while others
immediately jumped at each other.
The
wiry kid who had been trapped in the cage next to him came diving at
Justin's midsection like a bullet. He twisted away but was too slow
to completely dodge the attack and the kid clipped his hip, sending
him stumbling.
Cursing,
he managed to hop over the now prone kid and get a little distance
between them, only for a musclebound and entirely naked gladiator to
rush in from behind him. He brought up his guard just in time to get
pummeled along his arms while his first attacker jumped to his feet
and came at both of them. The naked guy took a punch to the kidney
without even blinking, while Justin staggered away from the two.
All
over the field, fights had broken out.
One was
already clearly decided; a terrified newbie like him had fallen
victim to one of the more experienced fighters. The veteran straddled
their wailing form, pounding away without any remorse before a shadow
grew around them.
An
enormous hand lifted the veteran, who kicked and growled in response,
while another scooped the bloodied person off of the sand. Justin
began to breathe a sigh of relief before he watched the seasoned
fighter get lowered back into the ring and released with a booming
laugh from his giant master.
The vet
immediately raced across the field toward the far side, where the
other newly shrunken victim was desperately trying to scramble up the
wall. Every time he started to make progress, a long French manicured
nail would come down and shove the shrunken man back into the dirt.
Justin followed the long delicate finger past a diamond tennis
bracelet, up a long arm and to the grinning face of a clearly drunk
girl. She was laughing while her boyfriend loomed over her, kissing
her neck and whispering in her ear every time the shrunken man
recovered.
Only
when the more experienced fighter closed in did the gigantic frat bro
pull his girlfriend's hand out of the ring while both of them
laughed. They didn't even watch as the shrunken man was savaged below
them and they stepped aside without batting an eye to let the
respective giants of the fighters separate the pair.
Justin
felt his chest tighten as he took in the carnage around him, all of
it broken up by giant hands that swept down from the heavens to carry
away broken and bruised men and women.
“Oh
shit!” A fake warning siren rang from the announcer's phone, “We're
down to half our competitors! You know what that means!”
The
whole world began to shake as the giant spectators closed in,
stamping their feet or pounding fists against the walls. Justin
pivoted about, struggling to make sense of the voices thundering
around him. He craned his neck back to look at the flapping lips and
a shiver went down his spine.
They
were all chanting 'weapons' over and over.
White
plastic cutlery flew across the sky and Justin threw his hands up to
protect himself as it scattered around him. The other three
gladiators rushed for the weapons while Justin backed away.
The
wiry kid who had been in the cell next to him was gone and instead
the nearest fighter was the bloodied bruiser who must have sent his
neighbor packing. He picked up a fork that had most of the handle
removed like it was a spear and the bowl of a spoon to serve as his
shield before turning toward Justin.
“Oh
shit,” he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief, “Look, kid, we
don't have to do this...”
The
bruiser stalked forward with every muscle on his naked body pressing
against his taut skin.
Stumbling
over a knife that had been broken down into something like a sword,
Justin wondered if the kid coming toward him had always been well
built or if he had been trapped in this horrific nightmare for years.
Desperate
for a weapon, Justin bent for the sword and that's when the bruiser
charged him.
“Oh
fuck!”
He
rolled forward and stumbled slightly from his grip on the sword.
The
fork flew through the air above him and he screamed while he thrust
the weapon in his hands up.
Warm
liquid splattered across his face and a grunt echoed above him.
“Holy
shit, no, no, no...”
His
eyes went wide and he saw crimson blood staining the white plastic of
his 'sword', which he had driven deep into his opponent's guts. The
bruiser staggered backward, his spear and shield clattering to the
sand, before he slowly looked down at the sword sticking out of his
flat stomach. A look of shock passed over his face, and Justin
shuddered as he realized just how young the gladiator across from him
was.
The boy
fell over onto his back, his chest rising in slow shallow breaths.
“Oh
fuck you, Aiden,” came a whiny voice as a pale hand descended from
the heavens, “Your guy just got so damn lucky...”
“It's
not luck,” Aiden thundered while Emma cheered and kissed the giant
on the cheek. The giant's dark eyes settled on Justin and he smirked,
“I pick winners.”
Justin
rose to his feet and saw that both of the other competitors were
being lifted out of the arena by giant hands. Both of the shrunken
gladiators had white plastic forks and knives sticking out of their
bodies, their fight having ended in the bloodiest of possible draws.
“And
that is it for Fight Night, folks! Meet me to collect your bets and
enjoy the rest of your night here at Alpha Chi Rho...”
Fingers
wrapped beneath Justin's armpits and he went utterly slack in
response to the carnage that he had just witnessed. Only as he was
dangled over an empty solo cup that reeked of sugar and vodka did he
realize that it wasn't Aiden's hand gripping him but Emma's.
“I
know I'm going to enjoy the rest of my night at Alpha Chi Rho...”
She purred as she dropped him into the cup and then stretched to kiss
Aiden along the jaw.