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Story is written out of my own imagination and rather dirty side to me, an otherwise cutesy, friendly person. I hope you enjoy it and don't be afraid to Rate and Review my story! Help give me critism I can work with x3

Author's Chapter Notes:

Hi! I'm Sugary and this is my first story (.w.)/ I'm just that one chick with all the nasty, dirty fetish's that doesn't talk about it. Anyway- In this chapter, you'll be meeting the three Musketeers, Sherman-James-Ben! I hope you enjoy and in advance (Just in case this wan't obvious on a GTS site) this story is not at all for children :D

 

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Nothing good ever seemed to happen in Sherman's life.

 

He just sort of lived going day by day and never worrying about what would happen in the future. He had a 
pretty decent life, no money nor family issues that could deter him from living in that way either, he was soon to be 25, he looked decent, dark skinned fellow 
who could snag up a decent wife if he'd try and start up a family for himself... Though that never seemed to be an idea for him, at least not one that he 
should follow out and he ended up sticking with his buddies who'd take him out to go drink or bowl and just enjoy that. Marriage is such a huge thing for some 
men, Sherman felt himself to be one so he would have games and bro's over marriage and children anyday. He had nothing at all to worry about, nothing to 
pressure him into growing older and nothing at all to do, being fresh out of college... but that was till the day came when he had seconds thoughts about his 
'future goals'.


 Sherman's friends came to visit him with some special news one day; much like himself, was a dark skinned male, lean figure and looked like the sort of man to 
have women drop their panties as soon as they heard him speak, his name was James and his friend was somewhat of the opposite of him. James friend was Ben, a 
rather bulky and large sort of fellow who could be considered a 'bear' for the copious amount of body hair that covered him everywhere, from underneath his 
flabby arms to just under his heaving gut, hair trailed everywhere... Ben didn't let that deter him in his persuit for love either and in turn was well 
dressed, smelled good and always in his best shape... Having a gut didn't matter to him. These two surprisingly were gay men; Both found interest in one 
another and Sherman was not to be excluded, however Sherman himself, despite his hidden homosexual emotions, did not feel this way.
Their news was of the sort, exclaiming their secret to Sherman that the two were currently going out and that they actually had been for a while now, smitten 
thanks to the unbeknownst help of Sherman who hadn't a clue that getting two friends to meet and hang out would lead to... god knows what they do in the 
bedroom.


"Isn't... That a surprise..." Sherman's words were hinged with displeasure and surprise both, not particularly fond of gay men, nor comfortable on the topic. It seemed that his words were easy to read and James and Ben showed obvious concern.


"That isn't it either, Sherman." Ben began, his breathing slightly heavier than the other two men. The light brush of fingertips against his shoulder had him 
turn as James offered to finish the News.


"We wanted to know if you'd like to be in a relationship with us... We both are attracted to you and it seemed right to not have you a third wheel, that and we 
just seem to always get along when together... That and, well... We've never actually seen you be around women, Sherman." James seemed to push that point hard.


Defensively, the man glared at them, a case of the closet jitters getting to him and causing him to keep a lock on his orienttion, regardless of what the two 
thought of him and despite those two being both attractive and emotionally bound to him. He snapped, his voice grew bitter, body motion showing little respect. 
He let it all out, every homophobic slur he'd heard men use and every sassy deragatory remark he could think of was used. This seemed to be too much to handle, 
Ben's hands were drawn into tight fists and even the soft voice of James couldn't bring him from his rage. Sherman could tell he was going to have it handed to 
him, that he was going to end up friendless and with a black eye thanks to his choice in words. What he didn't expect was the coldness it brought to him, it 
felt like he was exposed, frozen to his spot and vulnerable to the cold drafts in the room.
Nothing but horror filled him when he opened his eyes to find a giant, pink wall infront of his face, his jaw went slack and his stability failed him sending 
him to flop backwards onto his ass to try to understand what he was even looking at, up his gaze went till he was almost flat on his back, staring up at a 
monster. 


"No..." Wow, his voice shocked him, it being so small and frail and lost from fear. His attention returned to the massive wall infront of him, it was rippling 
flesh, he could tell due to the thin cracks and grooves along the surface but that alone wasn't what left him shivering. This foot belonged to his best friend, 
Ben; The creature was no monster but a man and he had grown to be so big that Sherman was nothing more than the size of a skittle to the massive man. Ripping 
his eyes from the sight infront of him, it dawned that he was not alone, beside him stood a giant version of his friend James as well, who's blue eyes stared 
down from the heavens above... aside him a large bed. 
It hit him like a hurricane. They had not grown, for he had shrunk and that hurricane like wind he felt was not his thoughts rounding about, it was the force 
of such a large body lowering down to him at such a quickened pace, blasting him hard. 
"Maybe now we are on even grounds Sherman, no use putting down gay people, now we can see eye to eye,can't we?"
Sickened with those words, the minature man scrambled backwards, still staring up at his massive friend, finding it hard to resist letting his eyes trail over 
the jutting lump that was the man's stomach and further on, since Ben was squatting above him, he was treated to a nice view of stretched green material, 
expanding across miles above him to help cloth a massive lump in those pants. Further down the fabric stretched to its limit and vanished inbetween his two 
chunks of hunking meat that were his ass-cheeks... The sight drove Sherman right out of his closet and into the field of gay, too bad it was at the worst 
possibe timing, he could have experimented earlier if not for his own ignorance. Now here he was, sporting a rock hard erection while the aroma of foot 
smothered him.


"Ben, I know he doesn't seem like a friend after what he said to us but we can't just go and step on him like those guys from earlier!" James tried to reason 
but Sherman didn't care when the shock that James knew what Ben could do was more important. 
Ben didn't seem to mind the choice he'd make and that scared Sherman even more. "I'm not going to kill him, you know that's not what I like to do with my 
toys." The word 'toys' rang loudly in the micro's head and that's when common sense flew out the door. He KNEW he wasn't going to outrun a giant Ben nor James 
but he was sure going to try and he ran as fast as he could.
"I've got him." Ben nonchallantly said, his massive fingers descending above Sherman, one stopped him short while another pushed him into the first, pressure 
grew around his ribcage and soon his feet were kicking at the air, fighting back in such a dimunitive manner, just trying to show how much he disliked this 
treatment. When Ben's bare palm brushed up underneath him, he knew what it was from the scent of that handsoap he'd bought Ben for his last birthday, if not, 
the fleshy floor gave way to him knowing. 
"I plan to do as we BOTH wanted, James. I want him to be in a relationship with us still... even though, he'd only get to hang out with us in the bedroom of 
course." His voice dipped as if trying to get a point across to his lover. Ben released Sherman from his grip to leave him lying there in the center of his 
palm, staring up at the sky as his captors talked about what to do with him and he hoped that they'd just return him to his old size instead of do something 
sinister. He rethought his own words and grimaced; What 'could' they do to him was the question? death was not an answer so- His blood ran cold, his trailing 
thoughts stopped when his answer was found. Ben's attention was still with James as they talked about how much of a good friend Sherman was but it seemed he 
had other idea's to past the conversation, his finger was confronting Sherman and pushing up against his body. The warmth of the meaty digit had him instantly 
regard his clothes. Not there.


"This is insane Ben, he's slightly homophobic, but-"
"SLIGHTLY!?" Ben's voice raised, forcing Sherman to cringe and cover his ears. Ben's palms grew vaugely sweaty as his blood boiled.
"Ok... I understand Ben. Just please... Calm down Hon... I hate to see you as upset as this so forget what I said. We can do as you want as long as you bring 
back that cheeky smile of yours." James worked that womanizing magic on his boyfriend, Sherman watched as Ben became docile once again, surprised to see him 
being a quick submissive male in the situation, as soon as James started up he grew quiet, quick. The change in the mood didn't seem to halt Ben's perverted 
finger either, Sherman was swamped, at the mercy of his best friends finger which found pleasure in pinning him down flat against ben's palm, it didn't stop 
and he watched in fear as it began to stir his limp cock, raising it, fondling it, rolling it loosely in a circular motion. The stimulation was forcing him 
into a fit as he tried to get the man to stop by biting and hitting the others finger, becoming drastic in his desire for this to all end.
Finally, it did end... His cum covering Ben's wall of a finger with a large spray of white, but in comparison to the finger it was nothing great. He went limp 
as the finger continued to play with his small junk, slowly praising the small meat till it raised to salute him in thanks. "G-Guys... Sto-Stop..." He cried 
out in a meek voice, his body heaving and just feeling all around sore after climaxing. Ben's attention went to sherman once more, he hadn't been listening to 
the giants discussion but judging by the look on their faces, they had come to a conclusion.
Plucked into the air once more, Sherman was forced to watch something that horrified him. It seemed the conversation between the two lovers had resulted in 
James removing his clothing, Sherman's eyes watched every movement, studying that attractive figure the man had... His eyes wavered over his friends crotch, it 
was so amazing he could only breath out his shock


"wow..." 


It was thick and looked perfect. No wonder Ben was dating the guy... However, it was seemingly thicker and thicker... took him a second to realize he was being 
brought up close and personal to the massive dick, the radiating heat and musk wrecked havoc on his tiny senses even before he was that close. The eyes of his 
captors were on him, their gazes burning into him as he himself looked at the throbbing cock infront of him, his tiniest of reactions seeming to make James 
flustered and his cock slowly harden.
"See James, told you he'd like it! You know what they say, everyone is a little gay! Our friend here is going to get a lot more in touch with that gay side."
Ben's hand lifted away, saving Sherman from feeling like he was in some sauna, but then came a larger fear, the lights were out and he couldn't see a thing, 
all he knew was that he was being moved around a lot in ben's fist, light filtered back for a split second as Ben handed him off to James who kept steady.
This time when allowed to see, Sherman felt his stomach sink at the sight infront of him. No longer was he infront of a massive dick but now staring at Ben's 
massive ass, it seemed to be poised right at him, spread and wanting something. Judging by the size of the pinkened pucker, it had taken a beaten from James 
before, stretched to accomodate bigger objects inside it, Sherman swallowed hard, shuddering as his world began to move once again and he was taken down for a 
closer look at that hole, whatever attraction he had to the others ass was gone when he noticed how wet that ring of muscle was... most likely from the last 
time he passed waste or took a shower.


"I want him inside me."


His cock shriveled instantly. "Inside!?" He screamed out in his small voice, looking franticly up from the massive butt to James who did very little so calm 
his fears, the smile he had on was sick, new to Sherman. "NO!" His determination to avoid being put anywhere near that foul opening doubled, he fought hard to 
push away as the fingers closed up around him in order to get a nice little grip on him. He was held like a key about to be shoved into a lock... and He wished 
this was the case instead of about to be personally introduced to his friends hairy asshole. "God no! Im sorry Ben, please don't shove me up inside your ass! 
I'll be crushed o-or..or soffocate! Please! Anything but this!" These cries seemed to have reached James ears and Sherman felt lucky when risen to the man's 
face, having to widen his eyes at such a large expanse of lips up close. His body fought like a lions when the pink walls of flesh parted and a tongue darted 
out, Sherman felt his body glide across the surface, coating him in saliva in the manner you'd lick a stamp and much like a stamp, he knew he was going to be 
sent on a special delivery into the human body.
Tears met saliva and trailed down his face, his body taut and paralyzed as his mind trailed his situation, not at all liking the idea of becoming a toy to his 
best friend. James enjoyed the faint taste of salt to the point he popped the tasty little morsel into his mouth, rolling Sherman around and sucking the taste 
off him, violating his every arch of flesh he could reach with his perverted tongue. Finally, he was spat back into waiting fingers, Sherman's body ached and he wanted to crawl into a ball and die.

 

But he had a job to do... And ben wasnt about to make it easy.


"So Sherman, do you know what you're about to become to me? Hehehe, my little, personal buttplug. Going to force you up against my greasy asshole and use you 
to rub off any extra shit clinging to my stink. I've been feeling a little backed up, so maybe being a suppository is a better idea for you? If you don't work, 
James is going to fuck you inside me deeper till youre swimming with his sperm in my bowels." Those brown eyes traced back over the tiny man who's shock was 
obvious. "It's what friends do, Im sure you wont mind becoming an anal toy..." He turned himself on degrading the little human. "A shit scraper... An anal dildo...A fart sniffer- oh!" The mans face turned forward once more. "On that note, James, be a dear and deliver Sherman his gift, it's waiting at the back door."


Screaming followed, Sherman fought hard as James moved his hand up to Ben's ass the trip was painfully slow, to Sherman it felt like the worst few seconds of 
his life traveling between those massive ass halves and up to his final destination. Before he reached it, he could smell it, the light that filtered in shone 
brilliantly against the slimy pucker that seemed to be sucked inward, spiking the terrified micro's curiosity. "Enjoy~" He was brought even closer till the 
pucker was like a cave all around his head and his nose was within a foot of the very center of that shit encrusted asshole. He didn't dare budge but with the 
next breath he took, the nasty, foul scent attacked him along with an ear deafening roar, his eyes burned and he closed them quickly, opening to see the hole 
now stretched wide enough for him to be simply tossed into the dark pit. Rather than he thrown in, he was held there till the hole closed up... then it hit 
him, a smell worst than before, like straight up eggs with a spice in the smell that had him lean and vomit into the still closing hole. He had taken a few 
seconds to realize it but as he did, his stomach heaved. His friend had farted right into his small face.
"Mmmmn, I can smell that from over here! Nice, ripe one right in your face little toy~ Now, how about you get to find out where it came from, huh?"

His laugh was sinister and it terrified the small man about what was in store for him.

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