Geniekind Part 2

[shrinking, giants, with stomping]

Johan considered actually answering his phone, despite the fact that the college stud’s head–Collin? Connor?--was bobbing on his dick. The lanky senior’s focus was entirely on Johan’s cock and balls, so he might not have even noticed. If he was doing a better job, Johan thought, maybe I wouldn’t be noticing my phone ringing.

Johan pretended to be stroking the guy’s slicked-back brown hair–Carter! That was his name–but instead used his head to guide the younger man’s approach. Still, it wasn’t doing the trick. This wasn’t the passionate affair he had imagined when he asked Tony if they could open up their relationship.

For one, the gym pictures Carter had shared online showed off a thick chest and big arms, but when he arrived, Johan was disappointed to find that he was just another gym douche working out mirror muscles, not the bulky alpha stud Johan was hoping would outmuscle him, flipping him over and topping him. Good god, he wanted so badly to bottom for once! But not with some over-eager, inexperienced frat jock who was desperate to please him.

“Fuck,” Carter said, coming up for air. “That dick of yours… huge like the rest of you!”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Johan said, feigning a sultry smirk. “You think you’re man enough to handle all these?” He stroked his hair pecs and made them bounce. Carter’s eyes snapped open.

“HECK yeah! I can’t wait to ride this big cock…” Carter’s head sank toward Johan’s cock again, but he stopped him.

“No, no,” Johan said. “I was thinking I’d be riding YOUR cock,” Johan said. He bounced his eyebrows. Carter paused, the wheels clearly turning as he reassessed the situation.

“Uh, sure… sure thing, big man,” Carter said, making his voice sound lower. “I’m gonna plug that big ass good, just you wait!”

Johan sighed as Carter hopped out of the bed. “I… I just have to, uh… wash up, then I’ll be ready to go.” Carter’s deflating cock was drooling the last dregs of the load he’d clearly shot, hands free, while blowing Johan. As he shuffled off, Johan sighed at the lack of development in his legs, particularly his butt. These college guys and their sloppy gym routines, Johan thought.

Had he been single, Johan would have gladly banged out this hot young guy and sent him on his way. But he had an itch he needed to scratch. This arrangement clearly wasn’t sitting well with Tony. He wasn’t going to jeopardize what they had together for sloppy half-hearted sex just because it was there.

His phone rang again. The big blonde man reached for it. It was Tony, again. Talking to him while a stranger washed his cock in the sink Tony brushed his teeth in felt wrong.

“Who keeps calling you?” Carter asked from the bathroom.

“My boyfriend,” Johan said. He hadn’t discussed their “situation” before. He felt gutsy, wondering if mentioning Tony would drive the guy out.

“You have a boyfriend?” Carter said. “You should invite him.”

“He’s not into this,” Johan said.

“Good. I want you all to myself anyway.”

“I’m not really into this either,” Johan said. Better to end it cleanly, honestly, he thought.

The faucet suddenly shut off. Carter peeked his head out of the bathroom. “You’re… not? I mean, you were fucking… rock hard before.”

“Yeah, a stiff breeze gets me rock hard,” Johan said, truly feeling guilt about hurting Carter’s feelings despite it seeming like the best way to get this done. “I don’t think you’re what I was looking for, bud.”

“So like… like, what is it I don’t have that you need?” Carter asked sheepishly.

“Well, for one, you’re asking a question like that,” Johan said. He lifted up his phone: two missed calls from Tony, two voicemails.

“I don’t understand,” Carter said. His face drooped with disappointment. Johan wanted this guy to be smarter, take this better, get the fuck out faster so he could get lose the pit in his stomach.

“I want a guy to flip me over and fuck my brains out,” Johan said. “You just don’t seem like the type.”

“I-I could be!” Carter said. He started jerking his cock–deflated from the discussion of his inadequacy–in a frantic effort to get it up again.

“Not with that dick you can’t,” Johan said. Now he was just being cruel, but he wanted this uncomfortable situation over. This was his fault, he knew, but now he just needed it over. Either of those messages could have been about Tony coming home early. The last thing he wanted was to run into Carter, hurting two men instead of just the one

“Shit…” Carter said. He looked around, stunned, his posture sagging along with his dick. “Can I… can I at least just take a piss before I go?”

“Suit yourself,” Johan said, stretching out his big, lanky body. At 6’5” tall, his toes hung off the edge of the king-sized bed he shared with Tony. He rubbed a hand through his short blond hair and reached for his phone.

His hand grabbed nothing. He patted for the night stand but it… wasn’t there?

“What the fuck?” Johan said as he watched everything in the room seeming to grow larger around him. The bathroom door seemed to pull away from him as his bed stretched out in all directions. In a moment, he found himself practically drowning in bedsheets. “Carter? CARTER!” he cried, his voice getting higher pitched as he turned around to see pillows as big as he was–no, bigger!

Johan cried out as frantically tried to escape the cavernous pile of bedding that crashed down over him. Before he had even figured out what was going on, he found himself crawling out from under the covers, staring up at the dizzying expanse of space that longer remotely resembled his bedroom.

“Okay, now, I’m out of your hair,” Carter said, emerging from the bathroom. His footsteps were thunderous, his voice booming. “Hey, where the fuck did you go?”

“I’m down here!” Johan said in his shrimpy voice, waving his arms and jumping up and down. Carter, of course, couldn’t see him. Based on how big the pattern on the comforter seemed to him now, Johan guessed he was only three-inches tall now.

“Guess you’re on to someone better already, hunh?” Carter said. He snatched up his socks from the floor and flopped down on the bed to put them on. To Johan, everything lurched wildly and he was launched into the air. He bounced several times before rolling down the suddenly sloping ground sent him rolling toward Carter’s now gigantic thigh. “What the–fucking rodents?” Carter exclaimed, swatting at the sensation on his leg. Giant fingers hit Johan with the force of a moving vehicle. He was sent airborne once again.

With the wind knocked out of him, Johan stared up at Carter’s gigantic face looming over him. “How… how the fuck… you’re… tiny!” he said, shocked. A look of horror dissolved into a smile as Carter pinned Johan down easily with a single finger.

“H-help me!” Johan squeaked. Carter laughed. Johan winced from the impact of the sound–just the giant man’s VOICE was enough to shake him! “Why aren’t you helping me?” Johan asked as Carter gently increased the pressure in his finger. Johan choked as his little muscular arms failed to press the finger away.

“So… how exactly did you get all small like this?” Carter asked. Johan heard his phone ringing again. “That your BOYFRIEND, ‘big man’?” Carter asked as he picked up the phone. “Should I answer it and tell him that you were fucking a young college stud?”

“Answer it!” Johan said. “Tell him I need help! Call a doctor or something!”

“I think we’re going to leave your boyfriend out of this,” Carter said with a wink. He stood up, casting a long shadow over the bed while he placed his hands on his hips, his cock (twice the size of Johan’s whole body now) rock hard. “But you wanted to bottom, didn’t you? Didn’t think I had it in me?” Carter chuckled as he grabbed his cock with one hand, swinging it at tiny Johan.

Carter tried to run, but couldn’t escape the falling dick. It pinned him down with ease. He could feel Carter’s throbbing pulse in his dick. The heat coming from the big organ made Johan sweat immediately. “How’s my dick now, little man?” Carter asked as he held Johan in the stream of pre-cum now flowing freely.

*

Tony hung his phone up and gazed around the train. “Dammit, Johan,” he said. “I wanted to give you a heads up for what you were in for, but… I guess I’ll just surprise you when I’m home.” He saw a well-manicured businessman in glasses brandishing a briefcase, holding onto the nearby pole for balance as the train hustled along.

Tony took a deep breath and tried to reach out with his new power. The man was handsome like Clark Kent–broad shoulders, sharp chin, spit curl–but his rigid posture and death-grip on his case suggested that he was incredibly uptight. Tony couldn’t wait to unleash HIS fantasies… except, for some reason, whatever power had turned his boss into a roll of toilet paper wouldn’t fire up again.

How the fuck did I do it last time? Tony wondered as the train came to a halt. The businessman stepped off the train and left. Tony sighed, looking for another target. He saw a balding man with a hefty paunch. I bet this guy needs a serious sexual adventure right about now,Tony thought. He tried pointing his finger, clenching his fist, but nothing. Was his power a one-time thing? Was it all a hallucination?

“Wait, what the fuck…” came a voice from further down the train. Seated by the door was a strapping man in a polo shirt and khaki pants. The man suddenly shot to his feet as his clothes grew tighter around his muscles. “What… what’s… ungh…” His shrinking clothes suddenly tore to shreds, falling away to reveal a leather jockstrap over a swelling cock. “Oh, shit,” the man said, his hands reaching to his nipples as his cock grew longer than his arm, the jockstrap expanding to accommodate it.

The crowd was shocked at the display, but at the next stop the moaning man, his hips thrusting and gyrating, sprinted off the train, his reddened face contrasting with the deep, guttural moans he was making.

“Holy shit,” Tony said, a grin forming on his face. Clearly that had to be him, but he hadn’t even tried to do it! How had he aimed at two other men and accidentally hit that one! He examined his fingers as if he could find the key to his powers from that.

Sadly, the rest of his train ride passed without any fantasies-made-real. Tony sighed as he approached his apartment. There was a stranger’s car in the driveway. This was what he had agreed to, of course, but he hadn’t realized it would be starting so soon.

Of course the man leaving their home was a 21-year old with big arms. He winked at Tony as they passed on the stairs. Tony shuddered and pretended he hadn’t noticed it.

“Are you Tony?” the young man asked just as Tony’s key approached the door handle. “Johan mentioned you.”

Tony paused. He turned. “Are you… are you going to be coming by here a lot now?” he asked, swallowing hard.

“Probably not,” he replied with a smug smirk. “I’m pretty sure I got everything I needed today. You take care, though!”

“What a weirdo,” Tony said as the car pulled away. He silently prayed Johan would Febreze the stink of their sex out of the bedroom before he went upstairs. Maybe he would busy himself in the kitchen for a bit to give them the opportunity.

*

Johan wriggled in Carter’s shirt pocket as his captor’s big fingers squeezed him against the giant’s chest. “You okay in there, little man?” the massive voice boomed. Carter plucked the little man out and dropped him on his lap. Johan tumbled against the tented pants, unable to avoid falling into Carter’s solid rod.

“Look at you! Fucking rock hard!” Carter said, poking Johan’s prick with his giant pinky. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? How much did you like hearing your boyfriend’s voice without being able to do anything about it?”

Johan, exhausted from all the poking and prodding, fell to his knees. Still slick from Carter’s precum, he started jerking his cock. He couldn’t deny it: being Carter’s tiny slave was an incredible turn on.

“Here’s the thing,” Carter said as he snatched Johan up in his coiled fist. “I don’t know if I like the idea of you jerking off to this.” Johan struggled in vain against the giant’s grip. “I have to say, I’m still pretty pissed at the way you treated me in your house.”

Carter opened the car door and stepped outside. He looked around, then walked to a sewer grate, dangling little Johan over it. “Looks deep…long fall little guy!” Carter spit, listening for the sound of its impact. It was several seconds before he heard the distant splash. “Say goodbye, little man!” Carter, gripping Johan by the ankle, held him over the grate. Johan took a deep breath, ready for the end, but Carter never released him.

“Y’know what? I kind of want to be THERE for the end of you,” Carter said, tossing Johan onto the concrete. “Say goodbye!” Carter’s shoe blotted out the sky. Johan stared up at the filthy treads. Despite the end being so near, his dick was rock hard.

The shoe stomped down and Carter ground his foot down like he was stamping out a cigarette.

*

Tony couldn’t understand where the hell Johan was. He checked every room but the bedroom, assuming his lover was still in there in the sheets he and the college guy had filthied, but it worried him that he wasn’t responding.

“Where the fuck is he?” Tony said as he peered around the room. The bed was unmade, a wet spot on the bedspread that looked fresh, but no Johan, despite his phone being on the nightstand.

“Hm,” Tony said as he picked the phone up. “It’s unlocked…” He glanced around, called Johan’s name again, then opened up the photos app. He didn’t have to search hard to find porn: six photos back was a stream of pictures of muscular men the size of buildings, stomping craters into the Earth and swallowing tiny, normal-sized men. “Wow,” Tony said with a chuckle. “Is this really Johan’s fantasy?”

He heard a rustle at the front door. He immediately closed the phone and set it on the nightstand, running guiltily down the stairs, expecting to see his big blonde boyfriend there. Instead, he saw envelopes sliding through the mail slot. “Goddammit!” Tony said. “The fuck is he?”

Suddenly he heard a loud thud from the bedroom. Confused, he climbed the stairs again. Johan was in their bed, tangled up in their sheets.

“Where the hell were you?” Tony asked as he watched Johan taking in the room with a confused look on his face.

“I was… I was… fuck…” Johan’s cock was hard, a fresh load dripping down his pecs. “I just had… the weirdest dream…” he said, looking around, rubbing his eyes.

Tony shook his head. “Whatever,” he said. “If you want to clean yourself up, let’s have a chat downstairs. I’ve got news.”

“Tony, you’re not going to believe–”

“I don’t want to hear about your little college guy sexcapades,” Tony said with a sigh. He slammed the door behind him. Maybe he would hold back on using his new gift on Johan–if he could even get it to work, that is. When Johan got down the stairs, he would be sharing the news of his layoff only.