Less Than a Man

[giantr]

5

 

Zack awoke to the sound of thumping past his bedroom in the hall. As Stephanie was petite and quiet as a mouse, it was either a burglar or Jason. Zack kind of wished it was a burglar, honestly - then he could blame the missing pills on that. 

 

But no, the thumping continued into the living room and paused with some cursing from Jason. Zack threw off his blanket and swung his feet off the bed. He slid forward, losing his balance, and had to stumble to the dresser a few feet away to regain it. He looked back to the raised bed that used to be hip-height to him but was now about chest-height. He had forgotten he'd shrunk and slipping off the bed had been like missing a step when walking down stairs. 

 

He noted that his hand was raised above his shoulder on the dresser when normally it would have been resting alongside his torso, and he seriously considered telling Jason what had happened so maybe he could fix it. But he thought about how Jason had made him watch him pose and feel his bicep, which was an obvious power move, and he decided while he wouldn't lie, he wasn't going to offer the information willingly.

 

He walked out of his bedroom and upon coming into the living room he found Jason standing in place scanning the room while holding up one side of the couch with one arm, almost as if he'd forgotten he was holding it. Zack scowled, knowing it would have taken him both arms and a purple face of effort to lift the same thing. But then again, Zack's forearm wasn't a third of the width of the couch itself.

 

As Zack got closer, he noted that his nose was level with the height of the other end of the sectional couch. He rested his arms on it, waiting for Jason to acknowledge him, but Jason made no indication he even noticed he was there. In fact, he squatted down to lower his end of the couch gently and took a single step over to look in Zack's direction on the other side of that part of the couch, not even really seeing Zack's arms. He squatted down again and Zack felt the couch moving, and he instinctively clung onto it as the couch and his body were lifted up from the floor. 

 

He dangled there as Jason searched underneath, but although Zack couldn't see him, he seemed to just be holding the couch up absentmindedly as he scanned the room again because Zack was up there for a good minute. Didn't he see my legs dangling? Zack thought, but looking down, he saw his feet were barely below the bottom edge of the couch. Just as Zack was contemplating how to jump down without making his back spasm, Jason mercifully let the couch down slowly and Zack found his footing again.

 

Jason stood back up and thumped around the couch to Zack’s side but wasn’t looking down, and by now Zack was well aware that Jason couldn’t see his five foot frame through his enormous chest, and he was even smaller now. Zack pressed himself against the couch as Jason walked by, with only his nose scraping against Jason’s cargo shorts-clad hips and butt. Jason continued on as if he hadn’t even registered that into the kitchen to search there. 

 

Zack sighed in relief from not being stepped on by the now even bigger man, to him, anyway. He looked on as Jason opened the fridge and rustled around for a few moments, opened all of the cupboards, squatted down to look under the table, and checked the sink. Zack came to the entrance of the kitchen as he was examining the sink, waiting for him to turn around. He didn’t know what to say, so he figured he’d let Jason initiate.

 

Jason did turn around and this time did see the small man standing there. “Oh hey,” he said. “Sorry if I disturbed you, I just seem to have lost my medicine.”

 

Zack blinked several times. Is he acting stupid? Can he not see that I’m shorter?

 

Jason asked, “Have you seen a big orange pill bottle? It doesn’t have a label and has some pretty big pills in there…”

 

Here it was. Jason asked him directly about the pills, and he had to decide if he’d let Jason think it was missing or if Zack would confess that he’d destroyed them. He frowned, knowing that if he wanted help, he’d have to confess.

 

“I did see them,” Zack began slowly, his body suddenly realizing that he was about to tell a man several times his size that he’d done him wrong and he began to shudder in fear. “I…” His voice was cracking even more so than it had all day and he felt the figurative weight of, well, Jason, on him. 

 

But Jason waited patiently with a curious expression. “I threw them away,” Zack finally blurted and waited for the inevitable. Jason’s forearms raised and Zack felt the hairs on his body stand on end as he was rooted to where he stood, but Jason just buried his face in his hands. After a couple of moments of massaging his face like this, he brought his hands back down and asked, “So they’re in the trash?”

 

Zack gulped. “No, I put them in the garbage disposal. I was…so angry with how big you are, I wanted to take you down a peg by getting rid of your steroids.”

 

Jason closed his eyes and drew a deep, deep breath that extended his chest out so far, Zack swore he heard a rip in the dead silence. After exhaling slowly, Jason opened his eyes and responded, “They weren’t steroids. They keep me from getting bigger, actually.” 

 

That makes a lot of sense, given that I’m shorter, Zack thought, but also thought, why would he want to be smaller though? And has he still not noticed that something happened to me?

 

Jason put his hand on the kitchen counter and leaned. “I get it. You told me in the hotel room. You’re intimidated by me, and you’re angry. But,” he looked directly down into Zack’s eyes and said, “I’m not angry with you. I’m angry at the situation now though. I haven’t missed a dose since I was sixteen, so I’m hoping there’s enough in me to go home and get some more.”

 

“You’re leaving?” Zack said maybe a little too hopefully. 

 

Jason nodded. “I have to. There’s no telling what will happen if I don’t go take some of my meds.” His eyes glazed over, as if remembering something. “Even when I take them, they’re not perfect.” He looked back at Zack and straightened up. “What you see here,” he motioned at his body generally, “isn’t from steroids. I have a rare medical condition that overproduces testosterone and HGH, like…a lot. So much so that I have to take inhibitors that would counteract a normal man’s ability to make any testosterone himself and possibly…” he trailed off at the end with his eyes widening. His eyes darted from Zack to the table near him and back again as if comparing them, and he exhaled sharply. “...if the man had low male hormones to begin with, those pills would probably make him lose hair and his voice would squeak, but also…those pills have an additive in there that acts on my DNA for my size, ensuring that even if the hormones aren’t inhibited, I still won’t grow.” 

 

He swore to himself and drew another deep breath. “You took some, didn’t you?” 

 

Zack looked down in shame, but he didn’t have to respond for Jason to confirm. He stepped toward Zack, sending a shiver down his spine, and towered over him. Zack looked up to see him put one hand under his pecs and bring it slowly down until it met Zack at his belly button. He took his hand back and stepped back, looking surprised.

 

“This morning I…felt you about here,” he put his hand under his pecs again. 

 

“Yeah, I’m…now at your belly button,” Zack admitted.

 

“I didn’t realize before that you were shorter…I…” Zack couldn’t see, but he tensed and continued, “I’m sorry. I know it must be frustrating to have a tall man with big muscles like me walk into your life.” He emphasized this by sweeping his hand over his bicep and over his pecs. “I understand how you could be intimidated and think that maybe if you took a pill, you’d be big and strong too. Sorry, little guy, it…it doesn’t work like that. If you had low testosterone before, these pills are definitely going to be bad news for you - they’re going to overload your hormones and not only stop you from producing any more for a while, but it makes sense that you shrank because the drug was eating away at your bones and muscles to make you shorter. How much did you shrink, anyway? Do you know?”

 

Zack nodded, looking down. “Eight inches. I’m 4’4 now.”

 

Jason whistled. “And I’m 6’8 - for now, anyway. I’m more than two feet taller and I don’t want to think about how much bigger. I’m gonna have to be careful walking around you.”

 

Jason stroked the short-cut hairs around his mouth as Zack looked up. “I have to book a flight as soon as possible,” was all he said before taking out his phone. Zack stood there in shame looking on at Jason without any words to say. He could apologize, but he felt like it would come off as empty even though he meant it now that he understood what Jason was going through. 

 

They spent several minutes in the kitchen as Jason looked at flights and Zack stood there feeling like the worst person. Eventually, Jason laid his phone down on the counter, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply again.

 

“I checked all of the websites for the fastest flight back home,” he said, his eyes still closed. “Earliest is tomorrow morning since it’s so late in the day.” He was attempting to control his breathing, evidently forcing his panic away. 

 

He opened his eyes again and looked at Zack. “I’m sorry, you’re stuck with me for one more night. I’ll ask Steph to take me to the airport.” He took a step toward Zack without looking at him, and Zack knew he was trying to collect himself. But Zack felt he had to say something.

 

"I'm sorry. I know what I did is wrong, but is there anything I can do?"

 

By then, Jason had taken a few steps past Zack as he apologized, but he paused. "If you mean it, then yes," he said without turning around. 

 

"I do," Zack replied, and really meant it. 

 

Jason turned on his heel, looked down, saw that he couldn't see the smaller man past his pecs so he took another long stride backwards, and said, "I need to suck your dick."

 

Zack's eyes widened. He wondered if he'd misheard Jason somehow, but not many phrases in the English language go like that. Still, he said, "Excuse me? I…are you looking for…comfort?"

 

Jason's face broke into a smile and he shook his head. "I mean, yes, I could use some of that right now, but that's not what I'm after. Theoretically, the excess drug not processed by the body is supposed to be excreted through semen. I'm pretty sure my body has used every molecule of the drug," he paused, motioning toward his body again, "so I'm not sure if that's accurate. If I can get at least some of what you took through your cum, I might be able to make it until I fly home."

 

Oh my God, he's serious, thought Zack as he considered Jason's expression. Now Zack felt particularly bad, since generally the one whose dick is being blown is the one experiencing pleasure, and Zack had done HIM wrong. If anything, ZACK should have to suck HIS. As much as he didn't like the idea of that, he now felt indebted to him. But Jason was asking to pleasure him instead to get his man juice, so if that's what he wanted…

 

"Are you sure you don't want me to, like, do it in a glass?" Zack asked, as a suggestion to make it easier for both of them. 

 

Jason shook his head. "Honestly up to you, but I'm more likely to get all of the contents if it's straight in my mouth. And I have a feeling I will need everything you can give."

 

Zack stared down in the direction of his crotch, partly in shame. "Okay. If you're sure…"

 

"Sorry?" Jason asked. Oh right, he can't hear me mumble from all the way up there, thought Zack. He raised his head and his voice and repeated himself louder. Jason nodded with a smile.

 

"I am. And I'm told I give good blowjobs too, so that should help!"

 

Zack smiled weakly, not knowing where to begin with that statement. Jason then made it worse with: "You'll cum the more you're turned on, you know, and I'm hoping for everything you've got. Do you need to throw on a porn video, or are you good?"

 

Zack had a brief out of body experience, as if he was a ghost looking down at the situation. A studlike man several times his size whom he wronged was practically begging to give him a blowjob and was even asking if he wanted to watch porn as he did it. Does he offer mints too? Unreal.

 

Returning to the present, Zack focused more on his question. Sure, porn would be helpful, but if he was really going to be honest with himself today, Jason had turned him on in the hotel room. There was no denying it anymore: Zack was at least just a little gay. Even in porn he sometimes liked watching the man more than the woman. 

 

He frowned at this thought, but Jason snapped him to reality literally with a snap of his fingers and saying, "Zack? Are you alright?"

 

"Yeah, it's just…weird." He swallowed although his mouth was dry.

 

Jason nodded. "I know. How do you want to do this?"

 

"I guess in my bedroom. No, wait -" Zack briefly thought about how that might ruin ever sleeping in that bed again and said, "Maybe the guest bedroom would be better."

 

"Do you need to bring a laptop?" Jason asked clinically, as if Zack was just a patient. Zack sighed and responded, "No, I think I'll be okay."

 

"Then let's go." He gestured toward the hallway to allow Zack to go first, and Zack did so quickly despite all of the emotions weighing him down in that moment. Jason waited until Zack was turning into the room to follow after, but he only needed a few quick strides to catch up anyway.

 

Zack noted that Jason had remade the bed neatly and kept the room tidy, but that thought was likely only a defense mechanism to prepare for what was about to happen. He put his arms on the chest-high raised bed and heaved up, but his legs only kicked a few times before falling back to the ground. Not a second later, he felt strong hands on his waist lifting him up easily over the bed and laid him gently face down into it. As he rolled over, Jason reached across the room to the light switch and asked, "Lights?"

 

Zack frowned but knew the answer. "Yeah."

 

Jason flipped the switch then put his hands on his hips. "You'll need to take your pants off." Zack shyly slid his loose sweatpants down along with his underwear, revealing to Jason his manhood hidden by his messy pubic hair and that was still shyly sheathed in his body. Jason looked at this with no expression whatsoever, which bothered Zack to not know what he was thinking. He must know that he's won in that department too.

 

Jason did not note that there was nothing there to see, but did say, "I know I said we'd only talk about the hotel room if you wanted to, but I have to ask for the purpose of making you ejaculate as much as possible - is there anything you want me to do for additional stimulation?"

 

"Can you…" Zack couldn't believe he was going to take the first step of admitting this out loud, but if the name of the game was stimulation…"Can you take your shirt off?"

 

Jason smiled wide. "Certainly." Instead of grabbing the bottom of his shirt though to lift it up, his hands went to the neckline. He stared knowingly down at Zack, tightened his grip, and pulled his hands apart. The shirt ripped right down the middle with ease, exposing Jason's heavy pecs that now had a chance to breathe. He bounced his pecs a few times while the shirt was half-torn, then adjusted the top cloth to sweep over his chest muscles into his armpits, and just held that pose with his chest puffed out for a minute. Then he grabbed the rip and pulled it all the way apart, widening his arms to their full wingspan to end the motion as the cloth hung looser at his sides. He reached over his torso with his left arm to grab the right sleeve and tugged it down so that his shoulder was exposed then did the same on the other side. He turned to face away from Zack and brought his hands to his hips, slowly but surely flaring his lats into a lat spread and ripped the shirt even more almost all of the way down the back. He turned back to Zack and clawed the remains off of himself, then tossed it aside to reveal his beautiful torso.

 

Zack's mouth was speechless, but his crotch said plenty: it was creeping out of its hiding place. Jason clearly noted this as well, because he smiled even wider. He came to the front of the bed and put one knee up on it, lifting himself closer to Zack, who scooted toward the headboard to make room. His other knee came up, causing a definite decline of the bed towards him. He spread his stance on his knees for balance then slowly brought his arms up into a double biceps pose, the peaks of which rose effortlessly higher than Zack remembered only a few hours ago. Look at that, he improved, Zack thought a little proudly.

 

He put his hands on either side of Zack and gradually lowered his torso down, down, and further down until Zack's nose was literally between his pecs. He raised himself up halfway, lowered himself a little, and repeated this slight push-up motion a few times before returning to sticking Zack's nose in his chest. He flexed his muscles together gently, pinching Zack's nose a few times. Then he spread his knees out slightly more and Zack felt the length of Jason's torso completely, but hardly any weight was on him. He felt Jason push his hips forward into his legs twice slowly, then Jason readjusted to move his hips up to match Zack's. 

 

He was grinding slowly, moving his hips up along Zack's thighs to the middle of his stomach and back down in a circular fashion, pressing into Zack as he went up. He did this slightly faster each time, then began just bucking his hips up and down into Zack's. Zack felt his own dick getting harder as this progressed, but also noticed Jason's was also getting harder.

 

Jason must have felt the same dynamic; he abruptly stopped and rose above Zack still on his knees. Zack couldn't tell what what on his face as his pecs were too big, but that was exactly the angle he seemed to be going for. He bounced his pecs with Zack's eyes below, mesmerizing him so that he didn't even notice when Jason unzipped his cargo shorts to give his own hardening dick some room to grow. 

 

He scooted back, using his enormous calves and hamstrings to maintain this position or he'd fall off the edge of the bed, which most of his legs were extending past now anyway. He grinned at Zack and his hand reached down to the semi-hard small cock in front of him, which he pinched between two fingers and began playing with. He'd sensually give pressure while stroking up, then would squeeze lightly, he'd put the base of the penis in the crook between his sausage fingers and flop it side to side then rise up the admittedly small length of the shaft. 

 

After a while of this and he was satisfied that Zack was hard enough, he brought his head down, making Zack wonder how he had the space and flexibility to put his face to Zack's crotch with all of his muscles bunching up.

 

But his mouth made contact and he got all three inches in his mouth. He closed his lips around it and wrapped his tongue around, causing Zack to buck his own hips suddenly. He rotated his tongue around it and when he would get to the top he'd clamp his tongue down on the mushroom head then continue circling. Then he began retracting his head with his lips pursed and sliding back down quickly. 

 

Zack felt any strength he had leave his extremities to converge and petrify his pelvis in place. He could only look down at Jason's messy brown hair as he concentrated on blowing Zack. With each bob of Jason's head Zack felt more pleasure and he began sweating profusely. Any doubts about what they were doing escaped his mind as he could only focus on Jason’s mouth and tongue working in sync to bring him ecstasy. 

 

Without warning, Zack was immobilized and he shot his load into Jason’s mouth. He heard Jason gulp loudly but he kept his mouth in place in order to catch anything that came late. He also used his tongue to circle the shaft a few times and in particular he licked the slit vigorously. After licking it clean for the next minute, Jason felt satisfied he’d gotten all that was coming out, so he sat up and allowed his weight to pull him back off the bed and onto his feet. Zack’s strength was coming back extremely slowly but he rose his head to see Jason was only a little sweaty and he was looking back at Zack expectantly, as if to make sure he was alright. He definitely was.

 

Zack pulled himself up enough to rest his back on the headboard, breathing heavily. “Thank you,” was all he could get out as he panted.

 

Jason nodded with a half smile. Something’s wrong, Zack thought immediately, and he did ask Jason if he was alright. Jason nodded again and just said, “I’m hoping that worked is all.”

 

Jason turned to his duffel bag resting next to the bed and bent over to reach inside. Zack for the first time appreciated the big man’s glutes for all their glory, even when he stood back up with a t-shirt that Zack couldn’t see him holding beyond his massive back. He assumed that had to be what it was though, and he had a thought.

 

“Jason,” he squeaked. 

 

“Hm?” Jason turned around, indeed with another t-shirt in hand. 

 

“I…don’t think it’s fair that you did that for me when I got rid of your pills,” Zack stated, his face flushing. Jason’s expression was neutral though. Zack looked at the significant bulge in Jason’s underwear with his cargo shorts hanging on presumably only by the shelf his bubble butt made or his thick trunklike legs were tight against the material anyway. He continued, “Let me try to do the same for you. I definitely owe you.”

 

Jason smiled but sheepishly looked down at his shirt that he fidgeted with a little. “The way I see it, we’re square. I did a lot to you psychologically, and you got rid of my pills. You got some pleasure, and I hopefully got some of my medication.”

 

Zack sat up fully and reached out. “No,” he said sternly. “I don’t see that as even. I…want to do it for you.”

 

Jason breathed in deeply without looking at Zack, but then he suddenly did, facing him fully. He said nothing, but his hands moved to his shorts and under his underwear, which he shimmied down to finally reveal his own package. He too was pretty hairy, but his only slightly hard cock flopped over his waistband to rest on the bed…which, Zack was no expert at eyeballing measurements, but it was about a foot between the base of his dick and the bed, and not only that, but it was GIRTHY. Zack gasped upon seeing it, and this is when Jason said, “I don’t mean to demean you, but I doubt you could.”

 

Zack gulped but tore his eyes away from it to look at Jason’s face. “Let me try. Please. I feel awful for destroying medication that you really need.”

 

Jason sighed. “I just don’t want you to be discouraged. There’s a LOT to work with here,” he gestured at his junk, “and not much to work with here,” he tapped his cheek, and Zack got the message he meant Zack’s small mouth. 

 

Zack swung his legs off the side of the bed, and while he did remember he was shorter now, he seemed to forget he also had his pants at his ankles, so he stumbled forward into the wall, catching himself with his hand before his face slammed into it. He ignored it though and turned back to Jason who seemed to be stifling a laugh as he crossed his arms across his chest looking down at the little man. 

 

“Determined, are you?” he asked rhetorically. “Alright, let’s see what you got, little man.” 

 

Instead of pulling them up, Zack shook his ankles loose of the pants and walked up to Jason, who didn’t uncross his arms but did follow the little guy’s movement. For his part, all he did was turn his body to fully face Zack, but nothing else. Zack drew in a breath and wondered how he’d do this, given that it seemed like that thing was nearly rivaling the size and girth of his arm already. What would happen if he COULD get it hard? How monstrous WAS this thing?

 

Zack’s eyes were only at Jason’s belly button level, and that fire hose was protruding out pretty far, plus he now had personal experience that Jason couldn’t see anything beyond his pecs even if his massive forearms weren’t bunching them up right now, so all in all, he felt pretty small. This was indeed quite the task ahead of him, but something was driving him. 

 

He reached forward with one hand and encircled it close to the base, his fingers barely clasping closed. He had zero experience with this and didn't want to hurt Jason, so he just thought about what he liked when he masturbated. Without moving his hand position, he just stroked along a vein on the top with his thumb. There was no feedback above him, so he figured now he'd try running his hand along the length of the shaft, but it kept going and going to where he had to take a step back to make it to the head. He kept it elevated in front of him and tried rubbing his thumb on and around the mushroom head. 

 

Jason still made no sound nor any movement and his dick wasn’t any harder than a minute ago. Zack wasn’t sure he was doing anything at all for the big man. His own dick didn’t extend this far out, so he just didn’t know what he could do. 

 

He was getting hard when he was grinding against me, Zack thought. So I guess…He let the dick drop with an audible slap against Jason’s thigh but Zack came after it with his whole body. He reached around Jason’s waist and should have been unsurprised to find that he could more or less rest his forearms in this position on Jason’s bubble butt. While Zack’s own crotch was hilariously far away from Jason’s, Zack knew he could use his torso in the same way. He squeezed his body closer a few times against Jason, then dropped his butt down a foot and back up again without moving his arms. 

 

He felt nothing on his chest in terms of the dick getting harder, no matter how much he repeated this. He paused for some time, trying to think of anything to do, but Jason broke the silence.

 

“Don’t worry about it, little guy,” he said somewhere up above. “You really are turning me on, but it’s not likely to show unless you’ve got a lot of time on your hands. It takes a while for something that big to get hard, then a while longer for me to ejaculate.”

 

Zack took his arms back and stepped back enough so he could look at Jason’s face, which was smiling politely. “I’m sorry, I really wanted to do this for you. I’m just not good enough.”

 

Jason uncrossed his arms and squatted down to Zack’s level. Zack felt a little bit like he was a child and his dad was giving him encouragement. “Hey, we’ve both had a stressful day. Sometimes the time isn’t right for this, right?”

 

Zack nodded wordlessly. Jason stood back up and said, “I don’t want you to stress about me anymore. Even though she’d understand why we did this, she won’t hear about it from me. Tomorrow I’ll be gone, and I’m sure you’ll get your height back fairly quickly. Okay?”

 

Zack frowned. “Okay,” he said just to respond with anything. Jason could tell he was still upset, so he took a couple steps toward him, squatted down, and put his arms around the small man. Then he stood up with Zack in his arms - or, well, Zack wasn’t really sure WHAT was holding him up more…Jason’s pecs seemed to support a lot of his weight, and while the arms were around him, Jason was more or less hugging himself and Zack just happened to be in the mess of muscles there. Whatever the case, Zack finally felt comfortable enough to rest his head onto Jason’s pec shelf, and Jason responded by gently lowering his jaw on top of his head. After a few moments, Jason kissed the top of Zack’s head, and slowly let him back down.

 

He took a few steps back but focused on putting on his bottoms instead of looking at Zack. "It's likely a good idea to either be sitting or don't let Stephanie see you until you've got some of your height back. When she comes home later, I'm just going to tell her I was careless and didn't bring enough medicine, so I have to go."

 

Zack agreed and watched Jason struggle to slip his shirt on. He first had trouble even getting his arms through the sleeves even before they reached his biceps, then he wiggled and fidgeted with the fabric caught on his chest, and perhaps because he was frustrated with it, but one final tug did get it past his pecs, but Zack heard a rip somewhere as he adjusted it further down. Unfortunately, pulling it down not only caused more ripping, but his lower rung of abs were showing.

 

"Damn, this was spandex…" he said but had a look of fear as he trailed off. He looked over at Zack and said, "Come here for a second. You said you were looking at my belly button before?"

 

Zack nodded and approached him, but within a step, he knew what Jason was thinking. He was now instead staring directly into Jason's crotch. So either he shrank again, or…

 

"I can't see you down there, but I think…I grew already." He stuck his butt out to lean over Zack without crunching his head in his vice-like abs, but he needn't have bothered; when his torso came over Zack like a ceiling, Zack looked up at the mass covering him and both of them gasped in surprise as they realized Jason was at least twice Zack's full height, and who knew how many times bigger. As if to confirm this, Jason bent down all the way to be parallel with the floor, and only Zack's hairs tickled Jason’s abs. 

 

He stood all the way up but didn’t step back to see Zack. Instead, he buried his face in his hands in exasperation. Zack examined the too-short t-shirt just above him, then the legs next to him that individually outsized him and were making the cargo shorts bulge out like a balloon, then drew his eyes all the way up into the pecs hanging so far out Jason had trouble seeing anything directly below him, and he reached up high, with only his fingertips touching the underside of Jason’s chest that just that morning was at least scraping his head. He felt so incredibly small.

 

It was then that they were interrupted by the front door closing, and Jason removed his head from his hands as Zack froze in place. 

 

“Zack, listen to me,” came Jason’s voice from above, and he bent over again slightly to see Zack. “It makes sense that if I didn’t bring enough medicine, I’d grow. I will go out and distract her, but you need to get on the couch as I do so she doesn’t suspect anything from you. Also, I need you to follow my lead.” It wasn’t a request. He stayed bent over to watch Zack step off to the side so that the big man could have a path. Jason exhaled then strolled toward the door. He paused to rub his face briefly as he realized not only was his forehead now at the top of the doorframe, but if he’d barely been able to squeeze in without turning before, that was a hopeless dream now. He bent down and side-stepped out.

 

Instantly, Zack heard Stephanie scream. “Jason! What happened?”

 

He heard quick thumping in the hallway away from the guest bedroom, probably to draw attention elsewhere so Zack could escape. “I…was dumb, and I didn’t bring enough medicine.”

 

“Oh, Jason…” Zack assumed they were embracing, and from the volume of the voice, he guessed Jason had made quick strides to meet Stephanie at the door. Well done, Zack thought, and knew it was his chance to get out as Stephanie’s face was probably buried in his abs right now. He held up his loose sweatpants as he hurried out of the bedroom and into the living room. 

 

Zack indeed could see nothing beyond Jason’s mass near the front door as he bent over wrapping his arms around Stephanie, so as he plopped on the couch he knew he was good. They let go and Jason said, “I booked a flight for tomorrow, but since I grew, I have no idea if I’d fit on a plane anymore. I already had to pay for two seats to accommodate my size, and I could buy three, but there is no way my legs will bunch up enough to even fit in first class.”

 

“Oh no…” came Stephanie’s muffled voice through the mass. “Can someone maybe overnight it to you?”

 

Jason shook his head. “So even if someone could find my hiding place with my instructions and send them in the mail, even overnighting them has the potential of the pills getting lost forever or delayed even a day. I haven’t measured myself yet, but I am willing to bet money that if I wait much longer, I’m going to quickly surpass the tallest recorded human. Like, in the next day.”

 

Zack’s eyes widened. Really? Assuming he’s like, what, 8 feet tall now if he’s roughly double my height, he’s expecting to grow at least another foot in a DAY? Well…I did very nearly lose a whole foot in a matter of hours…

 

“You don’t think a hospital here could give you something similar?”

 

Jason shook his head again. “No, those pills are specifically made for only me, since I’m the only man who needs them. Or wants them, really. The doctors back home could send instructions on how to concoct a new dose, but they don’t have the equipment and possibly not the materials either.”

 

“What about Zack? Where is he? Could he take the flight to get them?”

 

“He…” Jason looked over his mountainous shoulder, confirmed Zack was on the couch, and turned back to Stephanie. “He’s on the couch, and he hasn’t really moved all day. I think his back’s getting worse, because he was in pain when he stood up to greet me this morning.”

 

Stephanie paused only a moment, then said, “Okay. No problem. I’ll go. As long as you can take care of Zack?”

 

Jason nodded. “Of course.”

 

Stephanie side-stepped Jason and locked eyes with Zack. She still had her coat and purse, but she rushed over to him and kissed him. 

 

“I’m gone for eight whole hours, and your back is killing you, and we’ve got a giant living with us!” She was joking, but she looked severely worried. Jason came thumping up behind her and overshadowed her.

 

“I’m sorry to cause so many problems,” he said, and it looked like he meant it. Zack’s heart fell. No, Jason, this is all my fault. I was jealous of the big man you were, and I ended up making you even bigger. I did this.

 

Stephanie elbowed him in the abs. Zack was certain it hurt her more, if Jason had felt anything at all. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like you dumped your medicine down the drain.” Ouch, thought Zack.

 

Stephanie ordered Jason to move aside and he did so, and she finally shed her coat and hung it and her purse. She walked back to the couch telling Jason to sit too, even cozying up next to Zack so he could take up all of the other side of the couch, but Jason was adamant that if he planted his ass on that thing now, he was going to break it. Instead, after Stephanie’s insistence that he sit down, he reached over both of them, grabbed the coffee table, and hoisted it with no grunt whatsoever, then put it in the kitchen without even adjusting his grip from the edge. He sat down in the middle of the floor in front of them, and this at least satisfied Stephanie. 

 

They spent the next couple of hours chatting. Stephanie relayed that she and Jason were both pre-med students at college in the same classes, but Jason was only six feet tall and more like a fitness model back then. Eventually Stephanie had chosen to change her major to business, but they stayed friends. Stephanie even disclosed that she’d asked Jason out, but that’s when Jason came out as gay for the first time. 

 

Zack noted that a day ago, maybe even that morning, this revelation would have floored him, but his perception of Jason was different now. He was still wildly intimidated by the man’s big muscles and growing height, and he had some soul-searching to do about his attraction to him, but at least he didn’t hate him anymore.

 

Jason mentioned offhandedly that he wasn’t going to pursue the bodybuilding show anymore, but Stephanie scoffed and said, “Show me the rule in the rulebook where a giant man can’t compete. That’s pretty much what they’re all about, isn’t it?” She has a point, thought Zack.

 

Eventually they ate chicken, rice, and broccoli together, chatted a while longer, then Stephanie said she had to go to bed if the flight was super early. She kissed Zack good night and hugged Jason’s big head, then went into her bedroom, closing the door.

 

Zack turned to Jason, but before he could say anything, Jason held up a hand. “I think I know what you want to say, and it’s not necessary. Let’s just get through tomorrow.” With that, he planted his big feet on the ground and lifted himself to standing without using his hands for support. Damn those are strong hamstrings, thought Zack as Jason thumped to the guest bedroom. 

 

Jason turned around before entering and came back to Zack. “If you don’t want to sleep on the couch, you should let me carry you to your bed. You know, to keep this going.”

 

Zack nodded, knowing it would be useless to fight Jason when he’d just said he didn’t want any apologies. Jason smiled genuinely, dug his massive forearms underneath Zack, and cradled him into his chest. Zack knew he weighed nothing to him, so he was confused why Jason paused for a few moments as he looked down smiling at him. But he started moving and easily held Zack in one forearm as he opened the bedroom door and turned sideways to get in. Stephanie was just climbing into bed as Jason laid Zack on his side, and both thanked him. He walked out with a wave, again turning sideways and bending down, and closed the door for them. 

 

As they heard him thump away and close his own door, they faced each other lying down and smiled. “Jason’s not a bad guy,” Stephanie said softly. “I hope you like him.”

 

“I do,” Zack replied, and meant it, even if he was still conflicted about his feelings about Jason. 

 

Early in the morning, before the sun even rose, Zack heard and felt Stephanie get out of bed and get ready. She hadn’t intended to pack a bag since the return flight was later that day, so all she had to do was shower, then she was out the door. Zack went back to sleep as he heard her leave.

 

A few hours later, he got out of bed himself, and was surprised to find that while the bed wasn’t back at his hip-level, it was at his stomach. He’d grown a little! Maybe Jason had sucked out that medicine like the old wives tale about snake venom, and maybe it was now helping him!

 

Zack rushed out of his bedroom to tell Jason the good news, but lost his breath when he turned toward the guest bedroom. “Hey,” Jason strained to say: he had clearly been trying to get out of the guest bedroom by turning sideways, but he apparently could only free one pectoral, one lunged leg, and his head up at the ceiling before his other pectoral or lats or both had gotten him stuck in the doorframe. Not only did drinking Zack’s cum not give him back any medicine, but his body was taking advantage of the fact that it had spent the last twenty or so years being forced not to grow, and was growing with a vengeance now.

 

[dredlifter]

Oh damn!  Things are moving now!  Jason growth is starting to really take off.  Zack is going to feel tinier than ever.

[Ro20316]

Jason's body without the medicine is catching up and even the small dose from Zack's couldnt stop it.

I do wonder if Zack ever sucka Jason up his body and the medicine will over react and he will start growing faster?.

[LittleKriss]

Honestly the best story in a while.

Keep them coming please

[ibron888]

Consistently amazing! As usual, I adore every aspect of your stories. I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter!  

[FallenAway]

On 10/2/2022 at 2:34 PM, giantr said:

. . . his body was taking advantage of the fact that it had spent the last twenty or so years being forced not to grow and was growing with a vengeance now.

I shudder (with pleasure) to think of how large Jason might have grown since October 2nd. 

[FallenAway]

Please tell me there will be more of this hot story.  You left us with quite a cliff hanger.  Jason was too huge to get through the doorway and . . . ?

[SkyrimPlay3r]

No pressure, just going through my bookmarked fics, and this one is super great! Hope we can get a continuation at some point.

[Firestar]

Oh man, this story has some serious love!  I love how that story actually has fully working relationships. 

I like how you did not need to even make Jason dominant. He knows how huge he is and just works with it. No one could ever take that bat.

Tbh, I am intruiged!

I am begging for MORE!

[StochasticQuetzal]

Any more coming up??