Thricefold

[6 word request: Triplets Discover They Can Redistribute Size]

Aaron, the photographer, smirked when Barry walked in with a bulky sweatshirt and baggy sweats on. “You planning on a cold front today?” Aaron said, his tongue darting out the side of his mouth.

Barry blushed and shrugged his big shoulders awkwardly. “Well I, uh… I guess…” He’d worn the extra layers so there could be an “unveiling” of sorts as he got ready for the shoot. He had expected a larger audience, but it was just him and Aaron.

After losing everything but his skin-tight v-neck and his jeans, he started to shirk those as well when Aaron stopped him. “Whoa whoa whoa! I think this will go way better if we get some shots of you flexing out of those clothes, then get you slowly slipping out of them. We don’t dump the money on the table right away. We work our way in slowly! Get them all hot and bothered before you even lose a layer.”

“Right,” Barry said, acting like he had done this before. It didn’t help that Aaron looked like a model himself--big dimples, bright blue eyes, incredible cheekbones. He had a little crush on the man who would be videoing him nude very soon. He wanted to be far more impressive than he felt at that moment.

“First time big guy?” Aaron said, patting Barry on his big pec. His hand sat there for a moment, rubbing gently back and forth before Aaron got behind the camera. “You’re gonna kick ass. Fucking look at you! How could you disappoint?”

Barry was used to getting attention for his looks. He was 6’ tall, 240 pounds of round, full muscles with a lantern jaw, jet black hair and a smoldering stare. Before Aaron started snapping he dropped down and did some pushups to get a quick pump.

“I’ll get you some dumbbells,” Aaron said, returning with 30s. “I figured you could handle it. Any less would be like nothing to a guy your size!” He winked. Barry blushed again. This guy was flirting with him! Would it be unprofessional to get his number? Barry wondered.

While Barry pumped up his shoulders and biceps, Aaron eyed him up and down without a hint of subtlety. “Let me guess,” Aaron said with an eyebrow raised, “you’re one of those hunks who was raised with all sisters? So you’re one of those sensitive cuddlebunnies?”

Barry chuckled as he found a nearby doorway and grabbed the frame, busting out a few pullups. “Couldn’t be further from the truth,” he said, “except the… you know… cuddlebunny thing…” He glanced over at Aaron after the last statement and caught the photographer’s wink. This couldn’t have gone any better--flirting with a dreamboat and getting paid to strip in front of him!

“Only child, then?” Aaron said as he snapped a few pics of the freshly beefed up hunk. “Never had to compete for attention when you were little so you’re secure in yourself and aggressively confident?”

Barry shrugged his big shoulders. His pits were a little damp now, but Aaron gave him a thumbs up and they just rolled with it, snapping a few shots of Aaron with his arm behind his head, flexing his 22” arm. “Wrong again,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m one of three boys. Attention was always an issue.”

“Aah,” Aaron said. He grabbed a towel and dabbed some sweat off Barry’s face and forearms. Their faces lingered inches apart for a few moments. “So let me try again. You’re the youngest--mommy’s little baby, am I right?”

“I’m the oldest, by four minutes,” Barry said. “Triplets. Identical, too.”

Aaron’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. “There’s THREE of you? Are you the big one?”

“Nah, we’re all about the same size,” Barry said, although what he meant was, he and his brothers were always exactly the same size--but he didn’t want to get into it.

“Would it be weird for me to suggest I get all three of you in here some day?” Aaron said.

“They’d drive you nuts,” Barry said as he undid his belt, and did a few shots with his thumbs dug into the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Better to just photoshop two more of me so you don’t have to deal with their bullshit.”

“Okay, let’s get those pants off. Take a look at that big old stuffed basket, shall we?” Aaron said, darting his tongue out again. Barry felt warm, almost lightheaded, as he undid his belt. He was crushing on this guy so hard! Fingers crossed he was single--he had to be, right? Would he be hitting on him this hard if he had a boyfriend? Or was this just the way he treated every model?

Aaron’s eyes went wide again when Barry’s jeans came off. He couldn’t believe the bulge in Barry’s underwear!

“I can’t wait to see that thing unleashed,” Aaron said, dropping down and getting some up-angle shots as Barry flexed his abs.

“Yeah, well, play your cards right and--” Barry froze as he felt a chill run through his body. Suddenly he felt queasy. Goose-bumps stood out on his skin.

“Jesus, what happened?” Aaron said, dropping the camera. He ran over to the big stud model and grabbed his waist to steady him. “What, you allergic to something? This a food thing?”

Barry shook his head. He had to get to the bathroom. Aaron pointed the way and Barry weakly stumbled in that direction. His face was pale, almost blue, and as he studied himself in the mirror he saw a sickly layer of cold sweat starting to form.

“Jesus,” he said. He felt ready to throw up--which, if he had to, he endeavored to do without getting any splatter on his boxer-briefs.

He felt a pinch in his groin, a flash of pleasant heat over his cock and balls--and then the hefty mound crammed into the tight cotton briefs slowly started to dwindle. He grabbed at the bulge as it shrank away, then pulled down his briefs to watch his big hog and the two heavy balls beneath it wither down to a little acorn atop two tiny tic-tacs. His lips trembled as he touched it. It was not a hallucination! He looked at his huge, muscular body in the mirror, and winced when his eyes got to his nearly empty crotch. He let the waistband snap back and rubbed the nearly smooth front as his panic rose.

Aaron banged on the door. “You okay in there stud? I can go to CVS or something if you need it!”

“Uh… Pepto-Bismol!” Barry said. His voice seemed a little higher than it should have been. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Maybe some Gatorade for electrolytes.” Nope; his voice was significantly higher. His eyes ran over his body, searching for some other difference. As best as he could see, he was exactly the same, except the fact that his 6 inches-soft cock wasn’t much more than the head anymore.

*

Terry threw the sexy twink against the fridge and held him there, staring into his thirsty eyes before kissing him deep. The beautiful little brunette man grabbed Terry’s arms, running his fingers over the bulging muscles like he was trying to read Braille from them. Then the little guy--what was his name? Christopher? Yeah, that’s right, but with a K and an F, he remembered from the short conversation they had at the club. With one big paw, he ripped Kristofer’s shirt open and tongued the smooth torso beneath.

Fuck, this compact guy had some muscle to him! Terry thought gratefully. He always loved it when a skinny guy’s clothes were actually cloaking shredded muscles underneath. Kristofer, noticing that the unveiling had impressed the hunk, bounced his pecs and flexed his arms. THey weren’t Terry’s 22-inchers, but they were flawlessly shaped. Terry’s eyes lit up at the sight, and as he shucked the twunk’s pants he saw some deliciously juicy legs--like a wide receiver’s--underneath.

“Aw, you thought I was just skin and bones?” Kristofer taunted as Terry carried him to the bedroom. “Too bad for you, I’m diesel as fuck... “

“Trust me,” Terry said as he tossed his lover-for-the-night on the bed. “This makes it so much better.”

“Of course it does,” Kristofer said as he rolled over and arched his back, taunting the hunky meathead with his big, beautiful glutes.

“Jesus, that ass,” Terry said, grabbing a handful of the juicy booty in his beefy palm. “By a longshot your best feature. I think I could eat this fucking thing all night.”

“You better not spend too long,” Kristofer said, feigning a yawn. “My agenda tonight is strictly dickly, and if I don’t get enough cock I turn into a real bitch.” Kristofer’s head snapped to the left as he noticed a framed photo on the nightstand next to Terry’s bed.

“The fuck is this?” he said, picking up the picture of Terry and his two identical brothers. “Photoshop?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Terry said, slapping the photo out of his hand. He teased Kristofer by stripping slowly, showing off his big powerful muscles, before unthreading his belt and sliding it between his big powerful legs. He yanked down his pants. Kristofer snickered at the underwear underneath.

“Purple bikini briefs?” Kristofer said, rolling his eyes. “Fuck, man, I thought you were a top. Maybe you should hop on the bed and I should fuck you.”

Terry, horny as hell but deterred by this attitude, gritted his teeth. “You’re gonna pay for that,” Terry said, yanking down the purple panties in question, letting his 9 hard inches of cock burst forth.

Again, Kristofer laughed. “You know, I warmed myself up tonight with a 10 inch dildo?” he snickered. “Anything less than that is going to be a disappointment. Please tell me you’re not fully hard yet.”

Terry balled up his fists. This was the first time he’d ever been dick-shamed in his life! Who was this fucker?

“Again, may I present to you the option of you arching your big gorilla-back and presenting that big roided-up booty for ME to fuck?” Kristofer said.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that,” Terry said, pulling Kristofer into a kiss and then grabbing the smaller man’s legs, hoisting them up.

“In about 30 seconds I’ll know if the glass slipper fits or not,” Kristofer said as he leaned up to peer between his legs at Terry’s cock.

Terry squirted some lube from the big pump on his nightstand into his hand and slathered it on his dick. Then, as he looked down at his cock--which, by any stretch of the imagination, was still huge--he reached inward, searching for that tingly feeling in the back of his head.

He spent so much time shutting off that part of his mind--the porthole through which his brothers’ thoughts would constantly pour if he hadn’t learned how to wall it up. He flashed for a moment on his adolescence and their short stint in an institution where he and his brothers learned to keep their brains separate. But he wasn’t planning on opening that door--he just needed to crack it a bit.

Suddenly he could feel his brothers--Barry was shirtless, getting photographed; Larry was drunk at a bar. He didn’t care. He just needed one thing. He focused on his cock and shivered as it started to grow. It lengthened and thickened in pulses as his balls swelled like they were being pumped full of water. When it was over, he blocked out his brothers again and prepared to fuck the shit out of this mouthy little fucker with his newly massive cock.

Kristofer had no idea what he was in for.

*

Larry had to plug an ear with his finger as he held his phone to his ear. “Hello?” he screamed into the phone. Over the droning bass on the music in the bar, he couldn’t make out what his brother Terry on the other line was saying. He shook his head and hung up. “Text me instead,” he tapped into his phone.

His eyes scanned the room as he flagged down the bartender for another beer. He paused when he noticed Dylan across the room. Dylan still hadn’t even moved all of his shit out of Larry’s apartment, and there he was cavorting around with some big new meathead. Larry bristled as he sized up his ex’s new guy: he didn’t look fully evolved. He was the kind of brute who had to stoop and turn sideways to get through doorways. Dylan’s little futon probably smashed to smithereens the first time this monster crawled on top. Larry upended his beer, finishing it in two gulps, then shouted for the cute bartender to give him three shots of Fireball.

“Did you just do something? Pull something from me?” came Barry’s text.

Larry shook his head. “If you’re talking about the fact that my dick just shrank down to nothing while I was taking a piss, no, it wasn’t me. This shit has Terry all over it. And I have piss all over my pants, by the way.”

“That fucking asshole.”

The shaven-headed monster--Larry resolved to call him Mongo no matter what his name was--had an arm around Larry’s ex, holding him against his massive chest like Dylan was a little teddy bear. “Just like I used to do on the couch on movie night,” Larry remembered, the warm memory turning sour. He bristled at how small Dylan looked in the big ape’s arm.

Dylan’s smile turned to a straight line as Larry approached. “Hey!” Larry said. “How are you? Haven’t seen you in awhile!” Dylan shook Larry’s hand limply. Mongo tried to crush Larry’s hand as they shook. It hurt, but all that raw size and strength made Larry’s newly-shrunken dick wiggle. “I bought you guys shots!”

“Thanks,” Dylan said as he eyed the glass suspiciously. Mongo just downed his and handed the empty glass back.

“How’s my brother doing?” Larry asked. “We haven’t talked in awhile!”

“Wait,” Dylan said, his head cocking to the side. “Wait, I’m so sorry. I thought you were… I’m sorry, which one are you!”

“I’m Barry!” Larry said with a warm smile; buying shots was just the kind of soft-as-mud move his pussy-ass five-minutes-older brother would do.

“I’m sorry!” Dylan said. “Even after all this time apart, I still can’t tell you guys apart!”

Larry faked a hearty laugh. “That’s funny! Especially since you were fucking my brother for four years! Makes you wonder, if me or my other brother had slipped in, would you have even noticed?”

Dylan and Mongo looked around, uncomfortable.

“I’m just playing!” Larry said. “Who’s your enormous friend?” he asked, pointing to the 6’5” mountain of man maintaining his grip on his ex-lover. “I’m guessing you’re, what--Eastern European? Been gobbling down anabolics and growth hormones since you were 12? That kinda thing?”

“Former NFL lineman,” the brute said, rolling his eyes, “turned competitive powerlifter.” To illustrate his point, Mongo flexed an arm bigger than Larry’s head.

“That’s good!” Larry said. “You know, this guy here,” he said, thumbing at his ex, “has been dying to find a guy to bottom for him. I figure a guy desperate enough to build himself up to your size is just aching to grab his ankles!” He turned back to Dylan, whose eyes narrowed. “Have fun plowing that SUV-sized ass with your little dick, Dylan!”

“You are Larry!” Dylan said, slamming his still-full shotglass down on the nearby table. “You’re a real psychopath, you know? Any other guy would have kept his distance if he ran into his ex in a bar!”

“This is your ex?” Mongo said as if Larry wasn’t standing right in front of him.

“I sure am! And let me tell you, I hollowed out this guy’s butthole so fucking ferociously he has to sit on a donut when he drives,” Larry said. He flicked his shotglass at Mondo’s face, dousing the enormous man in cinnamon-flavored whiskey. “And I’m sure you’re pissed about it, and you can beat the fuck out of me if you want--”

Mongo had barely wiped the booze from his eyes before he had Larry’s shirt in his big mitts, lifting the buff stud an inch off the ground.

“--but you know, the second you get violent there will be a half-dozen bouncers on us. You REALLY want to fuck me up? Let’s take this out to the alley outside. You can smash me into a paste without any interference.”

“Let’s just get out of here,” Dylan said, putting a hand on his hulking boyfriend’s pec.

“Give me five minutes,” Mongo said with a grin, releasing his hold. Larry dusted himself off and strutted confidently toward the emergency exit.

Larry bumped the wide door-handle with his beefy ass, grinning at the giant man following him as the two walked into the alley with Dylan close behind.

“Hang back, babe,” Mongo said, putting a hand up. “I’ll meet you out front. Call the Uber. This won’t take long.”

Larry shrugged as Mongo stepped out, the door slamming behind him. “I kind of wanted Dylan to see this.”

“Violence upsets him,” Mongo said, cracking his knuckles and stepping forward.

“Yeah, he’s a real bitch about pacifism,” Larry said, cracking his neck, “but you wouldn’t believe how into manipulation he is. But you’ll find out!”

Suddenly, Larry’s body exploded with size. What were dense, compact muscles ballooned out. He groaned as his clothes tore to shreds and fell to pieces. Then he chuckled as his body swelled with growth again.

“What the fuck?” Mongo said as Larry’s body filled out until he was nearly as wide as he was tall. Larry hadn’t gained an inch of height, but he was built like the biggest bodybuilding freak on earth.

Larry dusted his tattered outfit from his body with a few swipes and then flexed his newfound muscle. “Looks like I outweigh you by a good--what would you say? 60 pounds?”

“How is this fucking possible?” Mongo said, taking a step back. The naked muscle freak stepped forward, fists doubled. Mongo took a swing, but Larry caught it easily in one thick, veiny hand. The fist he countered with his Mongo’s rock-solid gut like a wrecking ball, causing the big man to double over.

“Let’s see how much you weigh,” Larry said, easily hoisting Mongo overhead. The big man struggled in Larry’s grip, flailing his thick limbs but he never connected. Larry, on the otherhand, chuckled as he pressed Mongo overhead with ease. “I’d say, I dunno--295?” Then he slammed Mongo on the ground, stomping down with a massive foot. “In other words, not fucking big enough, bitch.”

*

“So we’re not going to the hospital?” Aaron said, side-eyeing Barry, who was now fully clothed, hoodie and all.

“I’m really sorry,” Barry said, wondering if he blew his big shot. “Seriously, I wish I could explain this but…”

“It’s okay,” Aaron said. “Look, I don’t mean to be a creep or anything, but I wouldn’t tolerate this shit if I wasn’t totally into you. So… let’s reschedule the shoot, and make plans to get dinner sometime.”

Barry smiled at Aaron, reaching out to gently wrap his hand around Aaron’s and the stick shift. Then it hit again.

This time, it happened more quickly. The seal on the conduit between Barry and his brothers had been broken, so the transfer was less traumatic. He could even sense that Larry was the one violating them this time; for a moment, Barry could taste Larry’s liquor-breath.

There was nothing Barry could do to stop it, however: suddenly his built body started to deflate. Aaron had glanced down at Barry’s hand as it dwindled down, nearly half its size, Barry’s thick dumbbell-wielding fingers suddenly dainty and slender. The rest of Barry’s body seemed to shrink into his sweatshirt. Barry’s wide head and his thick neck shriveled down to that of a man half his size. His clothes looked even more comical on him. While most of his body was obscured by his bulky attire, it was clear that the man beneath them all was less than half of what he had been moments before.

“What the fuck?” Aaron exclaimed, slamming on his brakes. The car behind them squealed and swerved off to the side, narrowly missing as the driver pulled alongside him and cussed him out. Aaron was blind to the other man, however, focused only on the little twink of a man who sat in the seat a big muscular stud had been in just moments before.

“Let me explain,” Barry began in a much softer, high-pitched voice.

“Are you… Barry, is that you? You don’t even… Look like yourself! What the fuck…”

“So my brothers and I are connected,” Barry stammered, any confidence he’d gained from his considerable bulk and hefty dick now completely evaporated. “It’s like, if one of us eats 9 pounds of food, we all gain three pounds. If one of my brothers does steroids and tries to put on 30 pounds, we all gain 10.”

“Barry, you fucking… shape-shifted! How is this even possible!”

“I’m trying to explain!” Barry said in a shrill, irritating voice. God, he was going to beat the fuck out of his brothers when this was all over. “So anyway, that’s why we’re all big, because if we all go to the gym, all eat healthy, all do a hundred crunches a day… see, the connection amplifies it. Get it?”

“Not at all!”

“Look,” Barry said, glancing out the window. They were right in front of Terry’s apartment. “Let me out here, I’m gonna get my brother and we’ll… we’ll fix this. I’ll be back to normal next time you see me. I promise.”

Aaron was still pale and silent when Barry climbed out of the car. The shrunken stud groaned as his sweatpants and boxers immediately fell down, only thankful that his sweatshirt hung low enough to mask his diminished manhood. It was hard to walk in the enormous shoes, especially while holding up the waistband of his sweatpants, so he just let the shoes go.

He hadn’t gotten any shorter, of course, but since the hoodie used to be stretched across wide shoulders, dense pecs and a broad back, it now hung down low enough to look much like a dress. Still, Barry yanked up the sweatpants, pulled the drawstring as tight as it would go, and still had to put his hands in the pockets just to keep it on. He left the shoes behind; there was no way he would be stumbling around in his size 13 shoes with his size 6 feet for the rest of the day.

Barry banged on Terry’s door but nobody answered. He heard sounds of a scuffle inside--what the fuck had his brother gotten up to?--so he used his key. Inside, he saw a guy who was built like an underwear model shoving around Barry’s brother, still identical to him except for the ludicrously large cock swinging between his bony legs.

“Who the fuck are you?” the underwear model asked, shoving Terry to the floor.

“Look, I’m the guy who was just… balls deep in you, you fuck,” Terry said as he tried to stand. His one-night-stand shoved him back to the ground. “Look, isn’t it obvious from this cock? I’m the guy who had your eyes rolling back in your head not five minutes ago! I just… dropped a few pounds is all.”

“Get the fuck away from him,” Barry demanded, although it sounded like a pathetic plea in his high-pitched voice.

“Kristofer,” Terry said, gesturing to the identical-but-for-his-cock man across the room. “Meet my brother… I’m guessing that’s Barry, since I’d imagine Larry’s big as a minivan right now. Barry, meet Kristofer… with a K and an F.”

Kristofer looked between the identical faces, then grabbed his clothes and headed for the door.

“You forgot your shoes!” Terry said, but the door still slammed shut. “Fuck, that little bitch’s feet are still way bigger than mine are.”

“You know you caused this,” Barry said, folding his arms and trying to look intimidating.

Terry smiled. He was a skinny runt, just like Barry, but he wiggled his groing to let his enormous manmeat swing back and forth. “Just like you to overreact,” Terry said. “Look, I needed to fuck the sass out of that little bitch, and I did just that--thank you--it’s not my fault Larry’s ten beers deep and looking to push big men around.”

Barry’s eyes narrowed. He tried to reach through their connection to peek into Larry’s mind, but his brother was blocking him out. “That piece of shit… you think that’s what he’s doing?”

“Lemme see if I can find something that’s gonna fit,” Terry said, searching through his closet. “Even my skinny jeans are gonna be huge on me now.”

“Basketball shorts and a tank top and let’s go,” Barry ordered. Terry smirked and gave Barry a playful shove--but both of them were disconcerted by Terry’s lack of force.

Outside, Terry fumbled with his keys as Barry pressed his fingers to his temple. “Let me reach out, see if I can find Larry. If we both concentrate, I think we might be able to reverse…”

Terry raised his clicker to unlock his car, but Barry grabbed his hand. Aaron was still parked outside, the engine still running.

“You didn’t leave,” Barry said as Terry peeked in the window as well.

“So… one of the triplets?” Aaron said, clearly overwhelmed by the uncanny resemblance between the two. He unlocked the doors.

“Yeah, but my cock is waaaaaaay bigger,” Terry said, reaching a hand through the window. “You my brother’s new boyfriend?”

“I’m a photographer,” Aaron explained as the two nearly identical men climbed into the car. “We were doing a photoshoot when Barry… got sick.”

Terry, in the back seat, clapped his hands maniacally. “Are you kidding me? I felt that when I connected with you! You were doing nudie pics, weren’t you!”

Barry shook his head, ignoring his irritating brother. “You mind if I give you some awkward directions? We’re going to track down my dipshit other brother.”

Aaron smiled. “Wow. I get to meet the whole family,” he said, leaning over and giving Barry a peck on the cheek. “Just for the record, I thought about it, and this isn’t my weirdest first date by a longshot. Thus why I’m still chauffeuring you around.”

“Date?” Barry said, blushing again as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Holy shit, did you get pictures of his dick shrinking?” Terry said, leaning between the two front seats.

“Dick shrinking?” Aaron asked.

“Just drive,” Barry said.

“Ho ho ho,” Terry said. “That means you missed it. Let’s just say Barry donated his meat to a better cause.” He shook his dick through his basketball shorts. Aaron’s eyes went wide at the obvious python inside.

“Just drive,” Barry repeated.

“Are both of your brothers this… boisterous?” Aaron asked.

“Unfortunately yes.”

Minutes after blurting out directions, Terry, from the back seat, grabbed his head. “Fuck, we’re close! He’s like… a block away!”

“And… drunk…” Barry slurred. Close proximity was causing Larry’s intoxication to flow through their connection.

“Holy fuck, is that a PERSON?” Aaron said, slamming on his brakes.

In the middle of the street was what looked like an overgrown anatomy chart. The massive body bulged in every direction, even the smallest muscles now developed beyond belief. The hulk flexed and rippled with every movement. Every inch of him was covered in veins. When he turned, they got a good look at the man--it resembled how Barry and Terry had looked before they shrank, albeit with their hunky features stretched over a blocky bulldog-looking head. Contrasting with the severity of his musculature was the tiny acorn and berries almost totally obscured by his small growth of pubes.

“Barry, I feel wasted,” Terry said, swooning in the backseat.

“Don’t worry,” Barry said, opening the door. As he rose to his feet, he struggled to maintain equilibrium.

The immense Larry kicked a fire hydrant with such force that it buried itself inches into the brick building nearby. Water erupted into the air. Larry grabbed two parking meters and easily yanked them out of the ground. He banged them over his head like drumsticks, then smashed them into the pavement. Quarters exploded across the ground.

“Dude, he’s going to jail!” Terry said, mouth agape.

“Relax,” Barry said. “I’ve got this.” He stumbled forward.

Larry grabbed the front bumper of a parked truck and flipped it back. It landed upside down, smashing the sports car behind it. Sirens were blaring. Police were on their way.

“Larry, you’re way out of control,” Barry said, his voice shaking as he tried to square up with a hulking man six times his size.

“Oh, shit!” Larry said, turning. The ground shook as he took a few steps toward them. “My bros are here! Wow, you guys look fucking tiny! Except your dick, Terry. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Larry grabbed his stomach and opened his mouth. All three belched simultaneously.

“You’re in big trouble,” Barry said as Larry stomped up to the two men who looked like toothpicks in comparison to his freakish musculature.

“Yeah, I know, bro,” he said. “Fuck, man, you think there’s a prison on earth that can hold me? Cuz I feel like I could punch through steel right now.”

“Enough!” Barry said, throwing up his arms. Both skinny Terry and the enormous Larry let out a groan, falling to their knees. A tiny trickle of blood ran from Barry’s nose to his upper lip as his body started to enlarge.

He maintained his same dimensions--skinny body, tiny dick--but his frame grew to 7 feet, then 9 feet. Meanwhile, Terry and Larry shrank away. In a moment, they were each half their size. A moment later, the two were only a couple feet tall. Terry shrank into his clothes while Larry, nude, just dwindled away on the spot. Barry outgrew his attire easily. It tore away and fluttered to the ground in pieces.

Meanwhile, Barry’s perspective rose considerably. His eye-line was even with the second story windows, then the third. By the time he topped out at what he assumed was twenty feet tall, he gazed down, afraid to move lest he squash his shrunken brothers.

Aaron got out of his car, gazing up at Barry in horror. “Holy… shit!” he said. Barry crouched down gently, extending a gigantic hand to his tiny paramour.

“Don’t be scared!” he boomed. “Can you see my brothers down there?”

Aaron nodded, then looked around. He snatched tiny Larry up easily, a little six-inch pincushion of a man. He had to rustle around Terry’s pile of clothes for a bit before he located the shrunken weakling. He then held the two struggling men, each the size of an action-figure, up for Barry’s approval. The big man couldn’t even see them, but he nodded now that they were safely in hand.

“Those sirens are getting closer,” Barry boomed. “I think I can probably outrun them at this size. I think I can probably reach the woods pretty easily. I’m going to hide there until this all wears off.”

Aaron looked at the tiny men in his hands. “What should I do with them?”

“Put them somewhere safe,” Barry said. “Don’t confine them. You don’t want them getting hurt when they grow back.”

Aaron nodded, still clearly in shock. Then he chuckled.

“What is it?” Barry said, grateful his little stud was able to find something lighthearted about this insane predicament.

“It’s… well, your dick really did shrink!” Aaron said.

Barry slapped two enormous hands over his groin. Even at this size, his manhood was shamefully small. He eyed a nearby awning, yanking it down to fashion it into a loincloth to hide his shame.