Colt's Special Circumstances (Part 1)

[Shrinking, muscle growth]

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Reggie finally found his roommate Colt outside the campus gym. Reggie didn’t recognize the man Colt was talking to but he recognized his roommate’s body language. 6’5” Colt towered over the man he was chatting up, but he leaned against the wall, one leg crossed over the other. He had a flirty half-smile and was gently rubbing his hand up and down his abs through his shirt. Reggie was glad to break this up.

“Colt!” Reggie shouted loud enough for people a block away in any direction to hear. He waved his hand wildly over his hand as he barged between the two men. “Colt! I’m so glad I found you!” Reggie said. He glanced back at Colt’s “friend”--a blonde, blue-eyed jock with dimples that didn’t even disappear when he scowled at Reggie’s interruption.

Colt folded his arms and turned away, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Reggie, for real, what are you doing here?”

“I cleaned your cage for you!” Reggie said holding up what looked like a crate for a small rodent. “It was filthy. Really smelled bad. But I got it all fresh for you.” Reggie turned around and extended a hand to the cute jock. “Hi! I’m Reggie. I live with Colt. What’s your name?”

“Turner,” the stud said with forced politeness. Turner looked down at the big animal cage as Reggie continued to wave it around. “You have a pet, Colt?”

Colt rolled his big shoulders and stared at the ground. “Yeah, I do,” he said. “Guinea pig. Really annoying though.” He glared at Reggie. “They’re always making a ton of racket at the worst times.”

“Anyway, I’m headed home,” Reggie said. He tapped his watch while making distinct eye contact with Colt. “You coming with, roomie?”

Colt sighed. “Turner, it was really great talking to you but… I do have to go.”

Reggie took a few steps away. When he realized Colt wasn’t with him, he whirled around to see Colt giving Turner his number. Reggie tapped his foot while he watied.

“You’re cutting it a little close, aren’t you?” Reggie hissed when Colt finally joined him. “You’ve got 15 minutes left and we’re about 15 minutes from home!”

“I don’t need you to remind me,” Colt said. “You’re not my babysitter. I’m a grown-ass man.”

“In 15 minutes you won’t be!” Reggie said. He held the cage at arm’s length. “You carry this. It’s your bedroom.”

Colt took the cage with a sigh. He held it behind him as he walked. He seemed afraid to look at it.

“So who was your friend?” Reggie said, his voice dripping with disdain.

“A guy,” Colt said. “A guy you don’t need to worry about.”

“Oh really? Does he realize YOU’RE the guinea pig who sleeps in that cage?” Reggie snapped. “Do you think he’d still be making googly-eyes at you if he knew you sleep on a pair of your gym socks? Or that I feed you with a dropper?” When Colt didn’t respond, Reggie pushed further: “He looked like a size queen to me. You think he’s into guys with ¼ inch dicks?”

Colt didn’t respond, but Reggie felt he’d made his point.

He loved how other students looked at him as he walkend down the street with big Colt at his side. He knew they were gawking at the musclebound gorilla walking with his eyes low behind him. Despite Colt’s size, when Reggie was around the big man lost all of his confidence, just how Reggie liked it. He knew they wondered how a guy gets to 300 pounds of muscle; and how a skinny egghead with thick glasses had ever become acquainted with such a brute.

Back at their dormitory, Reggie swiped his ID card, then held the door open for Colt, who had to stoop a little and turn sideways to fit inside the door. Colt punched the elevator button and they both walked in.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Reggie asked as they both stared straight ahead in the elevator.

“I dunno,” Colt said in his deep voice. “Go to bed, I think.”

Reggie sighed. “We could watch that new show you wanted to binge. You know I’ve been holding off watching it until you were with me.” The elevator doors opened.

As Reggie stepped off the elevator, his watch alarm went off. He heard a light thud behind him. “Damn, big man, time’s up. Let’s get you home quick--”

He turned around to see Colt’s clothes in a pile in the elevator next to the cage, which lay on its side next to it.

“Holy shit!” Reggie said. He stared in shock at the (apparently) empty elevator where his massive roommate used to be. The change wasn’t supposed to happen that fast!

He only started to react as the elevator door started to close but he was too late. He punched the button but the elevator was already headed back down to the ground floor. Reggie sprinted for the stairs.

*

The ground shook the way it usually did when BIG people walked by him while he was small. From the voices, it seemed like three women. There was no way they wouldn’t notice the conspicuous mound of sweaty gym clothing next to the cage in the elevator. Colt tried to climb deeper into the shoe he was nestled into, almost wishing he could get even smaller. He knew that on the other side of the shorts, boxer-briefs and tank tops piled on top of him were three women he did not want to see him.

“Does this mean someone’s running around naked?” one of the women said.

He heard a rustling as his dark tank top lifted up and away from him, letting more light into his hiding spot in the sneaker. He tried to curl into a ball and squeeze himself up near the toes. Damn, did his shoes smell! Even though it was his own stink, he wondered if he might gag.

“You think maybe his ferret got away?” said another of the women. Colt heard it clink as it also lifted off the floor. Damn, where the hell was Reggie?

“And he had to strip down to chase it,” said the third. “Yeah, Meredith, good theory. Really puzzled that one out.”

“Put that down!” The sound of Reggie’s far away voice caused Colt to unclench just a little. He couldn’t imagine what he would have done if these three chicks had plucked him, naked and still slick with his own sweat, out of a shoe he was barely as big as now.

“Give me that!” Colt heard Reggie say.

“Hey! Geez, calm the fuck down.”

“And those clothes, too,” Reggie said. The shoe Colt was crammed into tilted onto its side and rose into the air. Colt held his breath, praying that it was Reggie scooping up all of his stuff.

“Geez, freak,” one of the women said. “Why are you leaving all your shit in the elevator like that?”

“My roommate’s drunk,” Reggie said. “He did a little streaking.” After an uncomfortable silence: “Well? Push the damned floor button!”

When they finally arrived, Reggie hurried from the elevator onto their floor. Colt felt himself slipping as Reggie fumbled with his keys in the lock. “Shit!” he said as he readjusted to hold everything up. “Sorry bud! Almost in there!” Finally in the safety of their dorm room, Reggie gently set everything down. He gingerly lifted each article of clothing, exhaling with relief when he discovered Colt in his shoe. The cool gust reassured Colt, who stood at his full 12 inches for a moment before swinging one leg at a time over the side of the shoe to the freedom of the thick carpet.

“Man, you have no idea how much I worried that you scurried away or something,” Reggie said. He reached out and stroked Colt’s face with his pinky finger. “I mean, what if you fell through the gap between the elevator and the floor? What if you ended up on some other floor? Man, we can’t cut it that close anymore. I need you back in our dorm at least 15 minutes before it’s time to change back from now on.”

“Clothes please,” Colt said, both of his big hands covering up his junk. Reggie grinned either at the gesture or the high-pitched squeak from Colt’s shrunken vocal chords.

“Uh, you know, I don’t know if you can be modest about your dick in front of the person most familiar with its business end.” Reggie poked at Colt’s clutching hands with his index finger. “C’mon, man, quit covering yourself! It’s weird!”

Colt’s head sank to his massively built chest. “I’m not your toy, Reggie.”

Colt’s gigantic roommate’s demeanor went from playful to cold. He used a pink to slide his glasses back up his head and stood up, looming over Colt like a building. He put his hands on his fists and just stared down at Colt.

“Okay, fine then,” he said. Reggie stomped away, returning a moment later. He held his fist at his own shoulder-height, then opened it, letting the contents flutter down to where Colt was. Then he stomped away, slamming his bedroom door.

Colt pulled on the doll clothes, grateful to have some cover despite the fact that they didn’t quite fit his body. The action figures the polo shirt and khaki pants were stitched together for lacked Colt’s wide shoulders, his bulging pecs and his tree trunk legs. They had fit better when Reggie had first bought them for him, but he had put on so much mass since then. Everytime Reggie would make plans to tailor-make some clothes for him, the idea would be dashed by one of Reggie’s unpredictable moods.

Colt took a look at his cage. Reggie had clearly washed and shined it up, but it was both empty and on the floor. The last thing he needed was Reggie tripping over him in the middle of the night--maybe even crushing him! When he was done sulking he’d set Colt’s bedroom back up the way it should have been. Colt heard the Smiths playing in Reggie’s room. There was no doubt in his mind Reggie was smoking a bowl in there; he loved to get high to his mopey music.

Colt found his phone halfway out of his shorts pocket. It took both of his powerful arms to drag the thing, which was nearly as tall as he was, out and lay it flat on the floor.

Two missed messages from Turner! Colt’s heart leapt as he slapped his hands on the screen to enter his passcode.

Ur roommate is a weirdo

Ur a stud tho

Colt knelt in front of the huge device and started slapping out his reply.

Wish you talked to me earlier

Tonight wuz cool

His tiny heart pounded as he saw the pulsating ellipses.

U got HUGE! Intimidating AF. No way do I just walk up and say UR HOT

Also I didn’t know you liked cute quarterbacks

Colt smiled. The year after his “disappearance” Colt had been offered a spot on the football team. He had gone to a few practices before realizing the logistics of his situation made full-time performance on an athletic team an impossibility--Reggie would never have allowed it. But he remembered noticing Turner, then just a freshman, at every practice. Even at 18 years old he was a stunner. Now, with a few more years, and some muscle and experience, the fresh-faced hottie had grown into the man of Colt’s dreams. That he was into Colt made his whole body warm.

Colt pulled off the boxy doll shirt and tossed it aside. He used his full hand to swipe the phone’s menu open, slapping at the camera icon. He got up close to the camera as he posed, trying to eliminate any frame of reference that would give away that he was only 12 inches tall while making sure give Turner the perfect flex. A nice biceps shot would show off his big arms, and if he turned right he could show off his thick lats as well. He flashed a confident smile, remembering that Reggie had told him multiple times that his deep muscle-pits were one of the hottest things on his tiny muscular body.

He used his foot to press the camera button. He stared at the photo for a few minutes, imagining that the man in the picture was full-sized and in control of his own destiny. Then he tapped his foot on the SEND icon.

A minute later a photo came through: Turner’s shredded upper body as he dug his thumbs into the waist-band of his boxers, exposing his chiseled obliques that led right down to his dick--the root of which was just barely exposed with a tiny tuft of blonde hair around it.

Colt lamented the fact that his doll pants hadn’t been designed with a boner in mind.

Reggie’s door suddenly flew open. “Hey bud!” Reggie said as he stumbled out of the room. “Hey, you little fuck, I bet you thought I was gonna forget to give you your night-time supplements, didn’t you?” He giggled as he jogged into the bathroom, emerging with a small kit.

“I need you to set up my bed too,” Colt reminded. Reggie opened the kit and Colt pulled out a single capsule, unscrewing the top and grabbing a handful of the chunky powder inside. With his other hand dug a pinky into the end of an eyedropper, suckling at the massive drop that poured out. He shoved the powder into his mouth and suckled at the dropper again until he’d swallowed it all down.

Reggie unscrewed the top of a small jar and set it on the ground. Doug grabbed out two handfuls of a thick gel, smearing it over his body. Without shame, Reggie immediately opened the trap-door on his sweatpants and let his dick flop out. He jerked his dick like he was alone at the sight of massive Colt smearing himself with testosterone gel.

Colt, seeing the arousal (and knowing the effect Reggie’s cum had on him) decided to see how far he could get Reggie to go. He got slower with each smear, pausing to inhale deeply and groan. At full-size the sound would have been deep and manly but at 12 inches tall it was a high-pitched cartoony noise. Still, he knew Reggie loved it--the body of a bull with the voice of a runt--so he milked it while Reggie milked himself.

Colt tweaked his own nipples and moaned as he felt his own dick start to rise up. He imagined the beautiful stud Turner had grown into, imagined his big beautiful dick, and pictured bending him over while the ripped quarterback dropped down low, his ass up in the air while his back rippled and his big lips puckered in anticipation. Reggie moaned as Colt started using the testosterone gel to jerk himself off.

Then, just for a moment, an image popped into his mind: that of Turner clutching Colt in his fist. He imagined Turner’s fingers squeezing so hard he almost couldn’t breathe, only his head poking out of the coiled hand he tried to escape as he dropped down, down down--then up toward Turner’s beautiful but enormous ass looming overhead.

He pictured Turned shoving him feet first into his ass, cramming his humongous quads and gigantic glutes into the hole while trying to shove the rest of his herculean body in after it. Big Turner would moan then and the sound would be like a jet engine, vibrating Colt’s whole body.

No, I’m a big guy, Colt reminded himself. I’d be fucking him.

Unless Turner used him. Made him a little toy to explore every inch of that massive adonis.

Reggie moaned first. The sound snapped Colt out of his fantasy but not enough to interrupt the oncoming orgasm. Colt bucked his hips and shot a massive load--which, to Reggie, wouldn’t have been more than a drop. But he noticed as Reggie’s load fired into the air, arcing up before splatting down over the floor.

The first shot was about fifty feet away. The second blast landed closer to Reggie’s body. The third barely made it over Reggie’s hand. Colt took note of every drop as he slowly started to inch his way over to the hot load. He just needed to scoop a little into his mouth. That’s all he needed. One swallow and he would be full-sized again for three hours. 

“What the fuck is this?” Reggie said, grabbing Colt’s phone with a hand that was still dripping cum.

Colt panicked as Reggie’s eyes went wide. He broke into a sprint toward the cooling puddle of spunk but Reggie’s hand was quicker, snatching Colt into the air just feet away from his prize.

“You’re getting dick pics from that fuck?” Reggie said, shaking Colt roughly. He held the phone up as evidence: while both Colt and Reggie had cranked it, Turner had sent three more pics, all nude. Teeth gritting, Reggie stared at the phone, then at Colt, then back at the phone. “Does he know?” Reggie held Colt so close he could smell the weed on his breath as it blasted over him. “Does he know that you’re a little fucking bug? That he could squash you without even knowing it?” Colt flexed against the squeezing fist, but even his massive muscles could only do so much against a man so many times his size. “Does he know that you’re just one impulse away from being a toilet clog at all times? I mean, do you know?”

Reggie was on his feet and pacing then. “I swear to god, you little freak, I should be rid fo you. I should just shove you in the microwave, press 10 minutes and then walk away. Or toss you down the garbage chute. Who cares where you end up? I mean, for chrissakes… I keep you safe, I put all my time and money into making sure you get all the bodybuilding stuff you want… and jesus christ, look how big your fucking muscles are! You couldn’t get so big for so little if you were full-sized. No! No you couldn’t, could you?” He was shaking Colt so much the bodybuilder’s head was rattling around. He worried his neck might break--and part of him wanted it to.

Reggie tossed Colt on the table and slammed his cage down next to him. Then he opened the top and dropped Colt in. “There. You stay in there like the fucking pet you are. Fuck.” Reggie paced around staring at his phone. “Jesus. What if I told him what you did to make me shrink you like this? Does he know what you did to your tutor back when you were an egotistical football fuck? You think he’d still like you if he heard what I had you doing the whole year you were ‘disappeared’? Does he know how you begged me to keep you as a pet when you found out how easily you could get musclebound when you’re just a 12-inch rodent? Does he, Colt?” Reggie stared at the phone.

Then his mania ceased. Reggie froze, his posture suddenly relaxing. He took a few steps toward the cage, then lowered down. “I just figured it out,” Reggie said, lowering his big face so it was even with Colt’s body, pressed against the glass. “I’m going to go pay this football hunk of yours a visit. And when I come back, he’s going to he prick-sized--just like you, my little musclehead--and I’ll dump him in the cage for you. How’s that sound? Would that make you happy?”

Colt’s eyes went wide. “No!” he chirped. “Don’t do that to him!”

“What if I made him even smaller than you?” Reggie said, his bloodshot eyes darting around wildly. “I could make him a toy for you! Maybe I could make it so it’s your cum that makes him grow. Maybe he could grow to two inches taller than you, just big enough to slap you around. Oh, my goodness, the possibilities.”

Reggie looked down at the phone, his face going somber again. “Or maybe I just shrink him and leave him at his place. I know where there’s a nasty alley cat I can let loose after I do it, too. We’ll see if all that athleticism can keep him from being cat chow.”

“Don’t you dare!” Colt said, beating his meaty fists against the glass.

But Reggie just stood up, heading for the door. “Every minute,” he said, seemingly to himself, “I get ten new ideas of what I can do to your dreamboat, Colt. And most of them would teach you a thing or two about loyalty. But I think I’ll make it a surprise.”