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Bros Weekend
01 Aug 2016 11:02 PM
Contributed by: portlandshrunk
Story Codes: shrinking, non-consensual, humiliation, male focused
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The rare weekend getaway for four married friends becomes stranger then any would've imagined.
THE DOCTORS VISIT
“Ben, you’re 24 correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Did you experience puberty at the same time as your friends?”
“No, I was a bit behind.”
“Ah, I thought as much. Well your blood work came back okay, so I see no reason to put you on the trial. Are you sure you want to be included? There may be side effects, and your height is certainly within the average range for your body size.”
“My wife doesn’t like being taller than me, and I have a nephew who’s taller than I am and he’s only 14.”
“Okay, well early results are promising. These pills will try and restore what your height should be –at least genetically—so I’m guessing you might grow a few inches but no more. Now, there have been some mild side effects, nothing too serious. Some men have reported shrinking an inch or so before seeing growth. The shrinking usually goes away after six months, and you should see your full growth potential in a year.”
“Thanks doc, I’m sure I’ll be okay. An inch or two isn’t bad, when you’re already short.”
BROS WEEKEND
Ben pulled into the farthest campsite, nestled deep within a grove of pine trees.
Four men, Ben included, stretched as they got out of the car.
“Here we are gents!” said Ben. “Just the open sky and nobody around for miles!”
“And no wives!” said Luke, quickly giving a celebratory high-five to Jeff.
“Oh come on guys, Tiff’s not so bad” piped Damien.
The other three smirked at each other.
“Yeah, you young pup, you’ve only been married a week. Give it some time!” said Luke.
“Young pup!” said Damien. “We’re all the same age.”
Four hours later
“Hey shorty!” shouted Jeff. “How ‘bout another round!”
Ben glanced over from the open cooler, standing up tall and cupping his package with his hand.
“I’ll give you a round of this.”
Jeff laughed. “You know what they say, the taller the man…”
The men all laughed as Ben made his way over with a few beers.
Ben joined them around the fire, pushing over dozens of empty bottles which littered the ground.
Ben quietly listed to the testosterone-fueled conversation going around the campfire of Luke and Jeff teasing the just-married Damien. His phone vibrated in his pocked. He silenced the alarm, and pulled out a packet of pills from his jeans pocket. He popped the pills one-by-one in his mouth, tipping his head all the way before washing them down with beer.
“Viagra?” teased Luke.
“Haha. Nah, these are the height restoration pills I told you about.”
“So you’re really gonna get tall?” said Damien with interest.
“Doc says just a few inches, but we’ll see.”
Jeff quickly shed his shirt, revealing cut-abs and massive pecs. “You gonna have these?”
“Put your shirt back on you faggot!” yelled Damien.
“You stayed in pretty good shape,” commented Ben.
“Yeah, it’s tough but well-worth it.” Jeff took a swig of beer. “Not that Jess puts out any more.”
Luke held up his bottle. “To blue balls!”
Ben felt a sudden pain in his abdomen. “Whoa, when you gotta go you gotta go!” He walked to the outhouse, not bothering to engage the lock inside. He felt wobbly from the beer as he fished for the end of his buckle. A wave of nausea struck him, causing him to collapse onto the floor.
He blacked out.
20 minutes later
“Hey one more round Luke!” shouted Damien.
“Coming right up!”
Jeff looked around the campsite. “Hey did Ben come back?”
“I haven’t noticed,” said Damien. “I’ll go check.”
“Maybe he fell in!” said Luke.
Damien knocked on the outhouse door. “Hey Ben, everything okay?”
Ben felt a cold breeze as he came-to. His head pounded. His vision was blurry, but it soon cleared. His clothes felt strange. He looked around, seeing only a large fabric tent above his head. “Did they move me to the tent?” he mumbled. As his senses returned, he realized his clothes were gone.
“What the fuck!” he shouted. “Why am I naked?”
Ben stood up, and realized something was wrong. The ‘ground’ was a thick blue fabric, with bunches and folds surrounding him on all sides. Then it struck him. “Oh no…”
Ben felt as sense of panic as he frantically tried to crawl out of his jeans. He crawled through a sliver of light only to be awestruck by the sight in front of him. Jetting up on all sides for hundreds of feet were the outhouse walls. He could hear shouting in the distance from what must be the guys sitting at the campfire. Their voices were muffled, but it was obvious they were shouting and laughing. They had no idea the predicament Ben was in.
Ben closed his eyes, letting the reality of his situation sink in. His mind raced, and fear and confusion set in.
A knock from somewhere high above grabbed his attention.
“Hello?” said Damien.
Ben stepped back as he watched the towering door slowly open, revealing his giant friend. Ben instinctively backed up until he hit the base of the toilet. His bud appeared to be hundreds of feet tall, towering over him.
Ben felt scared.
“What the fuck?” said Damien. “He guys! I think Ben is running around naked!”
Ben’s mind was racing. “Should I try and get his attention?”
Damien crouched down low, examining the pile of clothes in front of him. Then something small caught his eye. For several heart-piercing seconds, Ben and Damien’s eyes locked.
Ben’s heart pounded as he realized Damien had seen him. Neither one of them moved.
Ben panicked. “Help me!”
“What the…” started Damien.
“It’s me! My pills, the doctor said there would be side effects…I’ve shrunk.”
Ben waited for Damien to say something.
“You’re three inches tall. How the fuck are you three inches tall? And what are you saying? I can’t hear you.”
Ben wasn’t sure he liked Damien’s reactions so far. Timidly he stepped forward. Without warning, Damien reached for him and quickly lifted him upwards to his face.
Ben’s stomach felt sick from the ride up. He could smell the alcohol on Damien’s breath. Ben tried to speak again.
“It was the pills Damien! They’ve shrunk me! Help!”
Damien smiled. “Oh now I can hear you bud! Your voice is so small. Yeah let’s get you some help!”
Ben grabbed onto Damien’s coiled fingers as he was transported back to the campfire. He tried to hang on the best he could, with half of his body sticking out to Damien’s fist. He looked up at his long-time friend, and saw excitement. He knew based on the brisk walk that Damien was excited to show the other guys his find. But he wasn’t sure he liked the fact, *he* was his find.
As predicted, Damien stammered over himself just trying to get the words out. The alcohol was definitely playing its part. “Guys! I found Ben. Check it out!”
Ben felt his stomach drop as he was let go onto the picnic table, landing on his butt.
Jeff and Luke stood up from their seats and walked lazily to the picnic table. “What’d you find a bug?” said Jeff.
Luke ran toward the table. “Let’s crush it!”
Ben knew Luke probably had no idea that it would be him instead of a tiny bug, but still, the reference made him feel weird.
Both Luke and Jeff froze as they locked eyes on the 3-inch form of their friend. Neither one smiled.
“What the fuck…” said Jeff under his breath.
“His growth pills made him shrink!” exclaimed Damien.
Jeff and Luke exchanged glances.
Luke let out a small laugh. “What?”
Ben looked up at his three friends surrounding him on all sides. He couldn’t believe how big they looked from his perspective. Being short, he had always looked up to them. But now, he really was a bug. He didn’t like it.
Ben felt a knot form in his stomach as the guys continued to stare down at him, talking about him to each other. Nobody had tried to engage him since setting him on the table.
Ben listened as Damien filled them in about the pills.
The longer they talked, looks of concern gave way to smiles and smirks.
Ben felt a thud at his feet as Jeff sat down his beer bottle next to him. He bent over so his face hovered directly over Ben’s naked form.
“You’re naked!” said Jeff.
Ben blushed, covering his crotch with one hand.
“Should we call someone?” asked Damien.
Ben looked at him in a panic. He waved his arms frantically.
“I think he wants to say something,” said Jeff, who leaned in closer.
“No!” shouted Ben. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this!”
“Like the Ant-man?” teased Luke.
Jeff let out a ferocious laugh.
Damien took a long gulp of beer before talking. “So what, you just chill here on the table?”
Ben thought for a second. “The doctor said if shrinking was involved, it would be temporary.”
“It’s not like any of us can drive right now anyway,” added Damien.
Jeff couldn’t resist. He stood up, and nudged Damien in the arm.
“Yeah, bug-man here is the most sober but he already had trouble reaching the pedals.”
“Very funny!” shouted Ben. But the guys couldn’t hear him. Ben was startled at how at-ease they were becoming with his situation. Again they started to debate what to do, but nobody bothered to lower himself to his level. Ben arched his neck to watch the interaction, feeling uneasy as eyes darted between him and the other guys.
Jeff lowered himself back down. “Hey little man, we’re just going to chill here. How about a game of cards?”
Luke laughed, pounding his beer down on the table. “Yeah right, like he can play cards!” Luke picked up one and held it next to Ben. “Look, the card is bigger than he is!”
Ben angrily punched the card, barely moving it from Luke’s grip.
“Whoa someone’s feisty,” cracked Luke.
The guys sat down at the table.
“He’s probably thirsty,” said Damien.
Without warning, Ben was doused with cold beer which ran down his backside. He quickly turned around and was greeted with laughs and jeers from Jeff and Luke. He wasn’t sure which one had doused him.
“Stop that!” shouted Ben.
Luke leaned low. “Oh sorry Ben, we’re just having a laugh. Calm down.”
Ben turned behind him and saw Damien too was laughing, which made him feel even more scared. Damien was usually the more mature one of the group. They were all staring at him. He’d become the joke.
“He’s so small,” commented Jeff. The guys all leaned in, their huge faces inches away from him.
“Hey man, why cover your dick? We can’t see it anyway!” said Luke.
“He’s smaller than OUR dicks! blurted Jeff.
Ben was shocked by the comment. Jeff’s remark had apparently stunned everyone else as well as silence fell over the table.
Almost unsure if it was okay to laugh, Luke let out a small chuckle before he was joined by Jeff and Damien.
Ben was embarrassed. His friends all looked down at him cowering and trying to cover himself. He felt oddly insignificant as Jeff’s comment lingered in his mind. Somewhere, underneath the table were his buddy’s dicks. And even flaccid they were probably bigger than he was now.
Luke suddenly raised his body up so his crotch was level with the table, directly in front of Ben.
Ben didn’t have time to register what was happening before he heard a loud zip as Luke quickly un-zipped his jeans, revealing a large bulge pushing out from the now-open space.
Everyone at the table suddenly went silent at the turn of events.
“Let’s see how he compares!” said Luke eagerly.
“No!” said a startled Damien, reaching and stopping Luke’s hand movements.
Ben was frozen in terror. He had already had a sickening thought about his size in relation to their dicks, and he was now staring up at his married buddy’s crotch which was hovering directly above him. There was an obvious wet spot near the top of his briefs. He wondered if anyone else noticed.
“You’re drunk Luke,” said Damien in a serious tone.
Luke stared down at Ben before smiling, and stuffed his bulge back into his pants. He walked away from the table.
“Perhaps we should go to bed,” suggested Damien. “We’re all drunk.”
Ben glanced over at Jeff who had grown strangely quiet. His friend met his gaze, but there was something odd. Jeff’s eyes appeared distant, as if he were in a trance. Damien’s voice seemed to snap Jeff out of it.
“Come on Ben, let’s find you something to sleep in, and a safe place to put you.”
Ben rode in Damien’s hand as they entered the tent. Damien placed him gently into the tent’s fabric pocket hanging off one of the walls.
Ben felt exhausted. Almost no words were spoken the rest of the night by any of the guys. One by one they got ready for the night. Ben had seen his friends change many times before, but this time was different. He had a front row seat to three giants, as they each stripped down to their boxer briefs.
“Good nights” were exchanged, and the guys fell asleep in their bags.
Sometime in the night
Ben woke up to a rocking motion. He sat up in a panic, trying to grip onto the netting that suspended him along the tent’s wall. A dark mass hovered above the pocket. Before his eyes could adjust to the dark, a hand reached in, and completely enclosed him within its grasp. Ben tried to squeeze his way out but the grip was tight. Heat and sweat covered his body as one of his friends refused to open up his hand. He could feel movement, and knew that they were walking somewhere.
He heard the squeaky door to the outhouse open and shut. A bright light blinded him as the hand opened up. He guessed one of his friends was holding the flash light with his mouth, which lit up everything but his friends face. He wondered who it was.
Ben stood on the giant’s hand, hopeful the mystery friend would speak. “Hey man, what are we doing?”
The giant didn’t respond.
Ben felt a sickening feeling as his captor remained quiet. He felt real panic has the giant’s breath noticeably increased. Well defined pecs, and a smooth stomach were directly in front of him. A trail of modest hair covered the giant’s stomach, and disappeared beneath the waist band of his briefs. Ben remembered Jeff’s public display earlier in the night. Jeff had no body hair. It couldn’t be him.
“Damien? Luke…?”
Ben fell on his butt as the giant rapidly moved his hand downward. The giant’s free hand slowly rubbed the outline of a thickening cock, nestled in blue boxer briefs. The fabric strained as it struggled to keep back what was inside. Ben felt dizzy as the surreal situation of being confronted by a cock twice his own size. It didn’t escape him that the cock inside was big, even if he were normal size.
Ben felt scared. He had known these guys since college. All were straight. He didn’t understand why Luke or Damien would do this.
“Okay man, very funny! Let’s go back now.”
Instead Ben watched in horror as the giant pushed down his boxer briefs, letting his engorged member bounce free, towering over Ben’s little form.
Ben was a grown man, married. And yet the fear overwhelmed him. Tears flooded his eyes as he felt an urge to flee at the site in front of him.
“Please! Stop! I don’t like this!”
For the first time Ben heard a deep voice. “So small. Yeah, you like my big dick.” The voice was deep—deeper than any of his friends normally speak.
Without warning, the giant’s free hand pulled back the foreskin, revealing the engorged head of his friend’s cock. Globs of pre-cum oozed out. Ben was pushed against his buddy’s cock-head, a giant finger pushing his face down into the piss slit. Ben gasped and coughed as the thick fluid invaded his nose and mouth.
His friend shuddered in response.
Ben felt his buddy’s sweaty hand push him up and down the giant’s shaft. Thick veins rubbed against his naked body as the giant’s rhythm increased. Ben was in tears. Anger and embarrassment filled him. Almost as quickly has everything had started, the giant suddenly let Ben fall down into his hand, and used his other hand to pump his cock furiously over his body. He didn’t really know when the first blast of cum hit his face, or how much. A thick, potent smelling liquid soaked his body, and he felt himself slipping over the gobs of cum now filling his friend’s cupped hand.
Ben wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed. He lay in his friend’s cum soaked hand, too tired to move. It was the giant who decided it was time to leave. A thick pad of toilet paper was placed on top of Ben, soaking up the cum.
The walk back to the tent was just as it was before. He was trapped inside his friend’s fist, with no way to see out. Part of him wanted to desperately catch a glimpse of which one of his friends had done this. Part of him didn’t want to know.
The giant saw to it that he wouldn’t find out.
When the hand released him in into the tent’s pocket, Ben saw nothing but a dark mass. He couldn’t even make out which sleeping bag the giant crawled into. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, there was nothing more than three lifeless sleeping bags lying out in front of him.
He was sure that these would be his life-time buds. Feelings of betrayal coursed through his veins. He wasn’t sure how he would face his friends in the morning.
