Tiny Dan

“Clive in a 2018 Nissan Acura” pulled up to the bar, where Dan was waiting with a duffel bag over his shoulder. The goateed driver peered out, wide-eyed, as he took in Dan’s 260 pound body.

“Geez, bro, you might have wanted to request an SUV!” Clive said in a raspy voice. Dan feigned a polite smile and opened the back door.

“It’ll be fine,” he said in his deep voice, although getting into the back of the Acura was a bit of a squeeze. Clive scooted his seat forward, but Dan’s knees still squashed against the back of it.

“Wow, bro… do you, like, workout?” Clive said, surveying Dan’s bulging muscles, still visible in his somewhat loose-fitting t-shirt.

“Nah, I just eat a lot,” Dan joked, looking at his phone. The client had texted him again: “Looking forward to our meeting.”

“Bro, can I ask for some, y’know, gym tips? Because I just started lifting and… I’m getting some guns!” Clive flexed a mostly bony arm and Dan smiled.

“Nice,” he said, staring out the window.

“What size shirt is that? Cuz it’s gotta be huge… cuz, YOU’RE huge!” Clive said.

“Triple XL,” Dan said.

“I’m sorry,” Clive said. “All these questions must be annoying the fuck out of you.”

Dan just shrugged his big shoulders. He ran a finger along his chiseled jaw. “Gotta pass the time somehow I guess.”

“What does a guy like you do for work?” Clive had turned the radio down all the way, now entertained solely by Dan’s company.

“I’m an actor,” Dan said, giving the usual response. He ran a hand up his freshly shaved head, licked his lips, glanced at his phone again. The client had already tipped him an extra hundred dollars. This guy is eager. Better not disappoint.

“An actor? Who do you play? LIke… the Hulk?” Clive said, chuckling to himself. He craned his neck around to get a good look at Dan, whose wide body took up most of the back of the car.

Dan smiled and shrugged again. “I’m not in movies. I’m an actor for… smaller productions.”

As Clive pulled up outside the seedy “Comfort 24” motel, he seemed to put two-and-two together. Dan popped the door open and groaned as he stepped out. “Oh, wow, bud. You’re like, an escort? For guys or girls?”

Dan started strutting away from the car. “Have a nice night, Clive,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“Oh, man. Don’t worry, bud. I’m not judging! I do the gig economy thing too!” Clive said. Just as Dan approached the hotel, he called again, “Hey, make sure to rate me 5 stars!”

Dan always did. It was just good karma.

Room 27, where the client was staying, was on the back of the motel. A flickering street light, only warding off some of the darkness, made the area seem even more lurid. Dan was former military and held world-wide powerlifting records; a lesser man would probably have been nervous heading back there alone.

Dan rapped gently on the door. A message came from the client: “Come in,” along with another hundred dollar tip. Was this guy made of money? Dan had already made his rent for the month go-go dancing at the bar. If this night continued like this, he could be paid off for the year.

The hotel room smelled of sweet cigar smoke. The shower was running, a light steam in the air. Dan tossed his duffel bag aside, stomping around the hotel room in his boots as he surveyed the place. The ceilings were actually pretty high; the whole place seemed way bigger on the inside than it had from outside.

Other than one suitcase, the hotel room looked undisturbed. The shower spray shut off and the door opened. An old man, probably in his sixties, stepped out in a robe. He had wispy grey hair, a thin beard. All together, he probably weighed as much as one of Dan’s arms.

“I made it,” Dan said, folding his hands in front of himself. He was on the clock now.

The client nodded. “You sure did,” he said, sipping a martini he set down on the hotel night stand. “I’m Barry.”

“Dan,” Dan said. “Unless you want me to be someone else.”

“Look at you! Enormous. Masculine. You exude power. I like that.” Barry walked around Dan, evaluating him. “Wow. Boots. Look how you fill out those jeans. May I?” he said. Dan nodded. Barry grabbed Dan’s denim-clad ass, squeezing the rock-hard glutes. “AMAZING.”

“And I’m all yours,” Dan said.

Barry stepped in front of Dan, his eyeline level with Dan’s hard nipples. “You sure are.”

“How do you want to play this?” Dan said. He was fine with games and foreplay, but he wanted to make sure Barry got his money’s worth. “You call the shots. I’m just here to perform.”

Barry laced his fingers together and cracked his knuckles loudly. Blue veins criss-crossed his gnarled fingers. “Well, here’s the thing, Dan. You may have noticed I’ve been generous with my money so far.”

“VERY generous,” Dan said, bouncing his pecs to Barry’s delight.

“And I hope you can understand, this will be unlike anything you’ve ever done before.” Barry walked to the suitcase and unzipped it. He removed a perfect glass sphere, emanating a pale white light. He held it up at chest height, then let it go. It hovered where it had been left.

“Wow,” Dan said, although his gentle tone hid a genuine feeling of unease staring at the strange orb. When Dan stared at it, he heard a droning, repetitive buzz that faded when he looked away. He looked again and realized he didn’t hear the sound as much as he felt it.

“This is a friend of mine. He has a name, but you can’t really pronounce it, although you can probably sense it in your head if you look at him,” Barry said. “And male gender doesn’t quite apply to a being like this, but I’ve been friends with him for awhile, so he permits it as a pet name.”

“Cute,” Dan said, still struggling to understand exactly what was keeping the thing in midair.

“My friend knows everything there is to know about you–instantly. Every second of your life, from the beginning to its end. Was your name always Dan? Or did it suddenly become that once my friend decided that?”

Of course his name was always Dan–wasn’t it? This weird orb couldn’t… rewrite his history, could it? He shook his head, trying to escape the feeling of unease this situation was giving him. He reached down to unbuckle his belt to get things started, but Barry’s hand stopped his.

“Not yet, Dan. My friend wants you to know he likes everything about you–exactly as you are,” Barry said. Despite the bizarreness of the situation, that line somehow comforted Dan. “You’re always the biggest one in the room, aren’t you, Dan?” Barry said, stepping closer to Dan. He grabbed the bodybuilder’s belt with his hand. Dan still let his hands hang at his sides. He struggled to appear calm.

“Always,” Dan said back, forcing himself to sound confident. He was an ex-marine for chrissakes! He was three times the size of this old geezer. So he had some weird sci-fi toy; lots of his clients like to roleplay messed up situations. Dan took a deep breath, regaining control.

“Close your eyes,” Barry said, his voice at a whisper. He folded his spindly arms, his mouth in a sly smirk.

Dan did as he was told.

“Now open them,” Barry said.

When Dan opened his eyes–he was staring at… somebody else! He stepped backward, shocked to find himself gazing into a muscular chest. Where the fuck had this freak come from? He had to be eight feet tall, towering over Dan… The powerfully built escort’s jaw dropped as he took in this new stranger’s massive arms and legs, his powerfully built torso, then he looked up–UP!--at his thick neck and the face sneering down at him.

It took Dan a moment to realize that this impossible giant–clad in a hotel room, albeit one that had enlarged to cover his gargantuan form–was Barry!

“My friend has decided that he likes you just as you are… but tonight, you’re going to be the smallest one in this hotel room.”

“Holy fuck!” Dan said as Barry–his face far more handsome now, with his muscular face, but still with scraggly grey hair and a silver beard–reached down with one enormous paw and grabbed Dan, lifting him easily off the ground. Dan’s kicked his legs helplessly as he was yanked up into Barry’s abdomen. A strong hand held him against Barry’s cobbled abs.

“What’s it like, feeling helpless all of a sudden?” Barry asked as the hand holding him tightly (and effortlessly) lifted him up to his pecs. Dan was completely overwhelmed, kicking and punching ineffectively against the rock hard tower of muscle before him. Barry was so big, so stuffed with powerful muscles now, that he almost didn’t seem human–just a wide expanse of solid flesh expanding all around poor Dan.

“MMmph!” was all Dan could say in protest as he felt Barry’s pecs inflating around his pecs, going from soft masses of dense flesh to warm steel in an instant. The ex-marine beat against the gigantic melons with both fists. Barry just laughed.

“What a cute little guy you are,” Barry boomed as he released Dan from his pecs, gently setting him on the bed. Dan lay there for a moment before leaping to his feet, running to the door. Barry easily caught him by his belt, hoisting him into the air where his powerful legs flailed until he realized escape was useless. “My friend likes this,” Barry said, putting Dan back on the bed. “So do I.” He dug a fat thumb under Dan’s belt, popping it with one small flick. Then he yanked down on Dan’s jeans, tearing them with ease.

Dan’s boxer-briefs were sweat-soaked now, his big cock swollen to its full length, tenting out the underwear with pressure that was driving Dan crazy.

“It appears you’re liking this too,” Barry asked. “Is that the case?”

Dan looked down at his hard dick. How could he deny that he was turned on? He felt a smoldering need to deny how into this he was, but every word he strung together seemed to emasculate him further: STOP. Let me go! Quit tossing me around like this! He’d never been in a situation like this before–hell, moments before, he’d been lifted like he was a can of soda! Despite his confusion, the tidal wave of feelings threatening to wash him away, he couldn’t deny how much he wanted to be lifted again.

“If you’re like this, get naked,” Barry said. “If not, you may leave.”

Dan froze, considering the options, but his hands removed his shirt (seemingly by themselves). When he was naked, he tried to regain his pride by flexing his undeniably massive muscles, but looking up at Barry (who had also gotten naked), he felt weak and insignificant. Barry seemed to weigh twice as much as Dan did now, and he slapped one hand down on Dan’s chest, holding him against the bed with ease. Dan didn’t struggle; he felt the power in that hand, something that even all the strength in his large body couldn’t budge. He was helpless… and his dick twitched at the idea.

“Get up,” Barry ordered, kneeling on the bed. Standing on it, Dan found that Barry was still taller. “Show me those guns.” Dan summoned his nerve again and hit a double biceps pose. Barry licked his (now-handsome) lips. “VERY nice,” he said, squeezing his biceps forcefully. “Look at these little gumdrops,” he taunted. “I feel like I could pop them like grapes!”

Dan blushed–and Barry noticed!--and his forceful pose started to slacken. Barry flexed his own arm, presenting it to Dan. It was as big as the ex-marine’s head. “Feel that, cutiepie!” Barry said. Dan reached out and grabbed it, overwhelmed by its size, its density. Barry RADIATED power, and Dan felt so small and insignificant next to him; and yet, he’d lost not an ounce of his size. Barry shoved Dan’s head into Barry’s armpit, holding it there. Dan gasped for breath, his face buried in the deep muscle cleavage. Barry’s incredible musk, the feeling of all that muscle squeezing around him… it was all too much for Dan. He fired a load all over Barry as the older giant cheered him on.

“Thattaboy!” Barry said. “I bet it felt good to feel some REAL muscle for once,” Barry said. “Clean me up.” He lay back on the bed (his arms and legs hanging FAR off every edge). The bed’s legs creaked before the boxspring just collapsed. Still, Barry put his hands behind his head, nodding down at his cum-soaked abdomen. Dan climbed forward and pressed his face against it. He started to lap at the load, which looked so small and pathetic on Barry’s big body. With his face against Barry’s abs, he could hear the giant’s monstrous heartbeat.

“I want you to fuck these pecs,” Barry suddenly ordered. He raised his arms, squeezing the pecs together in an impressive show of cleavage that rose like mountains before Dan. The escort climbed up on Barry’s abs, steadying himself on the still-slippery mounds of abdominal muscle. Barry stared down his chest at Dan, who was rock hard once again. Barry darted his tongue, taunting him, as Dan slid his cock between the giant pec muscles.

One thrust in, and out, and Dan thought he might blow. It was the most amazing feeling–all of Barry’s power, surrounding his cock–and Dan felt like a missing piece suddenly fell into place for him. He’d always wanted this… as he’d built his own muscles, he’d always hoped to find someone BIGGER. He’d never meant to become the biggest.

Barry’s pecs suddenly squeezed Dan’s cock, trapping him, before releasing him to resume thrusting. The moment of panic added some time to Dan’s clock, but not much. It was only minutes later that he blew again, firing once again.

Barry didn’t even have to speak up; he beckoned Dan with one wave of his hand. The bodybuilder climbed up on the giant, licking up the crevice between the impossibly enormous chest muscles. To tease him, Barry would flex, trapping Dan’s face and tongue for a several moments before releasing him to resume cleanup.

“My friend wants more,” Barry said. Dan collapsed in exhaustion at that point as Barry pulled him in like a teddybear. “Aw, sweetiepie, cute little guy. I know you want to rest, but my friend has made a request.”

There was a knock at the door. Dan froze, but Barry’s enormous arm pulled him in close. Dan suddenly felt safe in his giant captor’s embrace. Who could be big enough to threaten Barry?

“Hey, big guy?” said a voice. It was Clive! “You forgot your wallet in my car.”

“Come in,” Barry boomed.

The door opened. Clive stumbled in, his eyes going wide at the massive display of muscle before him. “Holy shi–”

The door slammed shut behind him. In a blink, the scruffy rideshare driver had quadrupled in size, his body blossoming with muscle and size.

Tonight, you’re going to be the smallest one in this hotel room.

Clive took a moment to marvel at his new body, now double Dan’s size. His clothes had somehow enlarged with him, doing little to hide the powerful mounds beneath. Clive could walk onto any bodybuilding stage in the world right now and take first place with little effort, making the superheavyweights feel puny in comparison. He could stomp down an NFL field, swatting away even the biggest, most aggressive players with ease.

There was no way he could fit back in his Acura now.

Barry easily set Dan aside before hopping off the bed, strutting across the room to meet the new giant. “No fucking way!” Clive said, marveling at Barry’s nude muscular perfection.

“Yes fucking way,” Barry said, pulling him close. The two embraced, Clive’s dick ramrod hard. Then they turned to Dan in the bed. “Our little friend over there is going to get jealous.”

“Wow,” Clive said, peeling off his shirt to reveal his own hulk-like physique. “He really IS little, isn’t he?”

Dan’s mouth was dry. As small as one giant had made him feel, two giants made him feel positively tiny. He wanted to live in that feeling forever.