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It was normal for roommates to accidentally walk in on each other once in a while. Toby and Richard had their fair share of such interactions, only made extra awkward by their slight attraction to one another, but this really took the icing on the cake.
“Hey Rich, have you seen...” Toby trailed off, eyes wide at the site before him. Richard was spread out on top of his bed covers, naked as the day he was born. He was panting as Richard frantically took himself in hand, thrusting something slowly into his asshole.
“Toby!” Richard’s face was quite red, either from embarrassment or just flushed from all the activity, it was hard to say. His breath was shaky, clearly still excited. If the beer bottles on the counter were any indication, Richard might also be a bit drunk. “Didn’t expect you home so soon, man.”
“I- I can see that.” Toby was quickly turning a similar shade of red, politely turning his gaze away from Richard’s current ‘evening activities’. Toby turned to leave, ready to either wipe this memory from his mind entirely or beat off to it as his own erection began to form, turned on by the site of his childhood crush looking so vulnerable splayed out before him. However, before Toby could close the door, a quiet scream caught his attention.
“ Help! Please, don’t do this!”
Toby froze, recognizing the tiny voice. Richard heard it too, but Richard’s response was just another eager moan. “That’s it, struggle, little guy.” Richard all but purred, sending an icy chill down Toby’s veins.
Toby’s attention was drawn back to Richard, looking at the activity going on at Richard’s back end. Through Richard’s prodding fingers, Toby could spot a horrified miniature person slowly being consumed by Richard’s eager pucker. As the little figure writhed and cried, Richard only clenched tighter, until finally with an eager shove the figure disappeared behind that wrinkled flesh, leaving no indication they had ever existed at all.
As Toby grimaced in solidarity for the poor innocent, Richard let out a mighty roar, muscles clenching tightly as he climaxed all over his chest.
“Aaaaah, that was perfect.” Richard slumped back into the pillows, a content smile on his face. “Just what the doctor ordered.”
Toby frowned. “...I knew that guy.” Toby admitted. Richard opened one eye, giving Toby his attention. “His name’s Nick. He was nice to me.”
Richard chuckled. “He was nice to me too- felt nice, anyways.” Richard shifted around, closing his legs and letting his buttcheeks fall back together, eliminating Toby’s view of his anus where Nick had struggled just moments ago.
“He was supposed to come over and work on our project.” Toby said quietly. “I was coming in to ask if you’d seen him.”
Now, Richard had the decency to look sheepish, like a kid who got stuck with his hand in the cookie jar but wasn’t repentant about it. Richard didn’t care at all for the life he had just stuffed inside his asshole, only for the slight inconvenience he had given his roommate.
“Do you want him back?” Richard offered with a slight snicker, reaching his fingers down to gently probe around his hole. “Think he might still be wiggling in there. Hard to tell though, I really let loose with that orgasm there-”
“It’s fine.” Toby held up a hand to stop Richard. He didn’t want to see what state Nick was in now, especially if he… “I’m, I’m gonna go get some air.”
Richard called his name, but Toby didn’t listen, instead shutting the bedroom door and heading out to the balcony. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a long sigh.
Toby had known for a while how Richard felt about tinies, but it was one thing to know and it was an entirely other thing to see it. While Toby viewed tinies as just miniaturized people (indeed, most tinies had been regular people on the street who one day would shrink down at random), Richard saw them as little more than sentient toys.
Richard was often seen taking a few for his own enjoyment, such as the bedroom activities tonight, sticking the struggling figures down his underwear and squirming around in a chair even as he held a conversation with Toby. On other occasions, Richard would put out traps for any tinies brave enough to try and sneak into their home, eager to snuff them out beneath his feet or other horrible things Toby couldn’t even fathom. Some strangers on the internet claimed they had even swallowed and digested poor tinies, and unfortunately Toby could picture Richard trying that out, too.
Toby loathed this side of Richard. It was an addiction that had grown too strong, and unfortunately it wasn’t illegal, either. Tinies were so fragile that people couldn’t be prosecuted for ‘accidentally’ harming them. It had been a miracle Nick was even allowed to still attend school; most regular activities had been declared too dangerous for tinies, and if an individual shrunk their life in society was almost guaranteed to be over.
But despite all the horrible things Richard did, Toby found he couldn’t hate him. Not truly, at least. There was still good in Richard, or that’s what Toby chose to believe, having grown up side by side with his best friend. Richard had just ended up down a bad road in his search for pleasure in this life, which when phrased like that, Toby could almost see where his friend was coming from.
Of course, then Toby thought of the times Richard had offered to include Toby in his tiny torture activities, and then he once again pictured Nick’s face pleading for help between Richard’s merciless fingers….
Toby sighed. “I need a drink.” He declared to no one in particular, heading inside and grabbing a beer.
After a while, that evening faded in both of their memories. The roommates continued on with life, only awkward around each other for a few days. Things happen. Richard once again grew more discreet with his activities, and Toby knocked before entering. Everyone at school forgot about Nick, moving on with their regular lives as if the tiny had never existed. It seemed as though things could get back to normal.
But then, the worse thing possible happened.
“Ugh.” Toby groaned, bending over again and clutching his stomach. He had felt terrible all evening, like some sort of negative force was pulsating through his body. Richard was right there with him, rubbing his back consolingly as Toby wondered if this time he’d actually throw up.
“Dude, you look awful.” Richard murmured, eyes full of concern. “You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?”
Toby shook his head, resting it on the toilet seat. “Too expensive.” Toby murmured.
“Hmm.” Richard didn’t argue, but he didn’t look happy about it either. He reached a hand up to Toby’s forehead, feeling Toby’s temperature. “You’re a bit warm. Do you want a washcloth?”
“Plz.” Toby used the bare amount of energy to get the word out.
“Okay.” Richard paused, hesitating, before he quickly pressed his lips against Toby’s forehead. “Be right back.”
Toby paused, his mind reeling even further as he processed what just happened. Did Richard just kiss him? Did that really just happen?? A slow, giddy smile overtook Toby’s features.
Toby closed his eyes, head sliding off the toilet seat as he gently slumped over to lay on the tile floor instead. He shivered, chills running down throughout his nerves in a brief electrifying sensation. The waves of nausea seemed to be subsiding, leaving Toby feeling a bit better but exhausted.
A slight tremor shook the ground, then another one. Rhythmically they continued, growing stronger. Toby paid attention to the sensation, wondering if this was how earthquakes happened. Was it possible to have earthquakes in North Dakota?
“T- TOBY?! ” Richard’s panicking voice was impossibly loud, booming through Toby’s ears and giving Toby a new headache. Toby groaned, opening his eyes and squinting, finding the light blocked by a giant shadow.
...wait.
Toby blinked, his brain refusing to catch up with what was happening. Before he could fully process, Toby watched as a gigantic hand twice his size surrounded him, lifting him into the air with a horrendous speed that made Toby want to vomit once more.
The hand shifted around, revealing Toby’s form to Richard’s giant, horrified expression. Toby imagined he had a similar expression of his own, finally putting the pieces together.
“...I’ve shrunk.” Toby paled, realizing what his sickness was all along.
Richard gaped like a fish, and Toby’s eyes lowered to Richard’s mouth, realizing that he could now fit his entire body easily between those molars. That large tongue made an appearance, taunting Toby as Richard wet his lips. A casual action that Toby had seen a thousand times, but never had it appeared so intimidating.
“Well, this isn’t how I expected this evening going.” Richard admitted, and his voice still had an overarching rumble to it that forced Toby to pay attention to nothing else. “Thought I’d be playing nursemaid at your bedside, maybe after you were feeling better get a little frisky as a reward.”
Toby gulped, remembering that Richard’s solo evening activities often were at the expense of people just a few inches tall, which of course was his current height. His new permanent height.
“Richard.” Toby cleared his throat, trying several times to speak up for himself. “Please… please put me down.”
Richard frowned, his eyebrows coming together. “What, and let you get trampled underfoot? No way!” Contrary to Toby’s instruction, Richard stood up from his crouched position, puting what was comparatively now a hundred feet between Toby and the floor.
Toby yelped, quickly clinging to Richard’s thumb, not eager to fall off. “C-careful!”
“I am always careful!” Richard insisted. “After all, I never want a tiny toy to break too quickly.” Both men froze at his statement. “I- I mean, not that you’re, um, I just meant… I don’t break tinies on accident.”
“...how reassuring.” Toby responded, not finding it reassuring at all.
Richard lifted his free hand to his eyes, rubbing them as he gave a sigh. “God, what a mess. What’d you do, anyhow?”
“What’d I do?” Toby frowned, bewildered by the question. “I didn’t do anything!”
“Sure you did.” Richard said, and he began to walk out of the bathroom. “Everyone knows people only shrink if they’ve done something cruel. It’s what my pastor says.”
So that’s how you justify yourself. “I haven’t done anything.” Toby insisted. “Richard, you know me. Do I seem like a cruel person?”
Richard sat down on his bed, looking thoughtfully down at the figure in his palm. “No.” Richard admitted. “You’re too cute for crime.”
Toby normally would have blushed, but his mind was otherwise occupied. “We’re going to need to call the resources department.” Toby tried to remember all the advice columns he’d heard about from tiny friends of the past. “Get my tuition sorted out, a new bed…”
“New bed, huh?” Richard lowered his arms to rest his hands in his lap, which put Toby closer than usual to Richard’s clothed crotch. Did Richard even realize the effect his actions had on Toby at this scale? “Seems like a waste of money. Why don’t you sleep here with me?”
“I can’t do that.” Toby shook his head. “It’s dangerous.” Not only for the reasons due to Richard’s behaviors, but also by accident Richard could crush Toby in his sleep. All it would take is the simple action of rolling over in bed.
“C’mon, no it’s not.” Richard smirked. “Besides, I’ve wanted to sleep with you for ages. And I know you want to sleep with me.”
“I- that was before.” Toby glanced up at Richard’s intimidating figure, not feeling the same lust he did prior to being shrunk. Instead, Toby was filled with instinctual terror, wanting to get as far away from the human threat as possible.
“C’mon, what’s so different?” Richard rolled his free hand over his crotch, cupping it gently as the fabric slowly began to tent. Toby’s eyes were drawn to the motion, which Richard took as a good sign. “There’s just more of me to love. Less of you, I guess, but still worth it.”
Toby scrunched up his nose in distaste. “Richard, you kill tinies!” Toby shrieked, suddenly letting his fear and anger override his sense of rationality. “I’m not going to sit here and- and let you do the same to me! If you really feel anything for me, you’ll put me down and let me figure things out!”
Richard raised an eyebrow. Normally, he’d punish a tiny who dared to talk back to him like this. But this is Toby, a faint inner voice reminded him. A very faint voice, growing fainter as Richard pictured all the things he could do with Toby now that he was so conveniently sized.
“It’s okay.” Richard slowly pet his thumb down Toby’s back, aiming to soothe the tiny. “I understand why you’re frightened. But you’re not like them, Toby. You’re special to me. And because of that, I want you to treat me right. I want to have a good time tonight, and you can help me get there.”
“No, I- I- I can’t.” Toby stammered, stepping away from Richard’s thumb. He glanced to the bed below, gauging the distance.
“Yes, you can.” Richard assured him. “You will. Trust me, Toby, this’ll be better than any time before.”
Toby had heard enough. Quick as he could, Toby jumped down onto the comforter, trying to run along the soft fabric squishing beneath his feet. Before he could get very far, Richard snatched him up in a fist, leaving no room for another escape attempt.
“Hey, no running off now.” Richard began to rub his free hand along his bulge rhythmically. “The fun’s just getting started.”
Toby shook his head, not wanting to believe this is what things had come to. “Richard, please.” Toby pleaded, trying to gain his best friend’s mercy. “Don’t do this.” Toby looked deep into Richard’s eyes, finding a hint of guilt; unfortunately, this guilt was overrun by the massive amount of lust found in Richard’s gaze.
“I’ll be gentle.” Richard promised softly, pulling down the fly of his pants. Toby began to sob, jostled around as Richard rid himself of his lower clothing, revealing his gigantic schlong eager to play. Toby was pressed against Richard’s dick, slowly moving up and down the wrinkled surface.
“I’ve wanted you to touch it for so long, Toby.” Richard admitted, like he was in confessional as he rubbed his childhood buddy along his penis. “Remember when we were kids, showing our junk off to one another behind the trees? Heh, got in trouble for that one. Wish we could have gotten to touching though. Lucky we can do that now, ey?”
As Richard continued his ministrations, the giant genitalia began to spurt pre-cum, drizzling down from the tip and making Toby sputter as the tiny friend tried to keep from swallowing Richard’s fluids.
Richard heard the sound of Toby struggling down there, and his dick twitched with interest, pressing further into Toby. “Sorry.” Richard grunted, shifting into a more comfortable position. “I’ve always been a fan of the strugglers.”
Now, there was one thing Richard had always wanted to do with a tiny, but he had held back, wanting his first time to be with Toby after he finally convinced his roommate how much fun it was to bring tinies into the bedroom. Ironic that Toby himself would end up being the first to experience this particular sensation with Richard.
Richard pulled Toby higher, rubbing the squirming tiny all along the sensitive tip of his dick, letting out a long moan as Toby’s flailing limbs happened to hit a pleasant nerve.
“Y’know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.” Richard panted, getting excited at the mere thought. “I’ve never actually put a tiny inside my dick. What do ya say, are you willing to take the plunge?”
Toby heard Richard’s words, immediately horrified as he looked down as Richard’s pulsing piss slit with new meaning. “ No!” He protested, struggling not to get fluid inside his eyes as Richard pressed his face against the eager organ.
Richard hummed, loving the sensation already. What would it be like in just a moment? “They say the tinies usually survive the journey.” Richard continued to explain. “And it’s a pleasure trip from start to end, with a souvenir of a little guy trapped in your balls to make you feel good any time. I’ve even heard of tinies continuing to survive weeks down there, surviving on jizz and making your orgasms that much more powerful.”
“I think that’s perfect for you.” Richard closed his eyes, leaning back as he pushed Toby further into his pooling fluids, lubing him up for the journey. “How poetic, being my first and all, and I can keep tabs of you all day, every day. You can be with me forever, just like we wanted.”
Yes, Richard had rationalized it all in his head. One half of him had been horrified at the idea of treating Toby like any other tiny, but the other half of his mind was as horny as ever. By keeping Toby in his balls, Richard would get the best of both worlds, treating his best friend with a bit of dignity by keeping him alive and still helping Richard get off.
Of course, Toby wasn’t nearly as thrilled about the situation. His tears were streaming down his face, pushing against Richard’s fingers as if Toby had any chance of moving those crushing digits off him. Toby panted, finding himself held horizontally as he faced Richard’s dick head on, given a brief moment of reprieve.
Richard didn’t give Toby any warning, shoving Toby forward to faceplant into the flesh. With a steady pressure from Richard’s finger on the backside of his head, Toby was forced through the entrance up to his neck.
Richard’s eyes widened, freezing for a moment as he processed this new sensation. It was certainly odd, feeling something go the wrong way down his penis, but as Richard adjusted to the sensation, it was definitely a welcome intrusion. Slowly, he began to lower more of Toby in, wanting to go fast enough that Toby survived the journey without drowning but slow enough that he didn’t blow his load early and have to start all over again.
On Toby’s behalf, the journey was terrible. The slick insides were coated in cum, giving off a musky odor as Toby easily began to slide in, helped by the large amount of fluids already covering his form. He held his breath, feeling his face once again press against muscle, this time a wrinkled sphincter not unlike an anus. Is this at all how Nick had felt in his last moments, trapped and constricted while all around Toby could hear Richard’s echoing moans of pleasure?
At Toby’s expense, Richard was certainly enjoying himself, vision clouding in ecstasy as he forced Toby through the sphincter into his inner sanctum. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to hold back as the rest of Toby slid inside, Richard’s thumb soon resting on his slit after the last of Toby disappeared from the outside world.
Within moments, Richard felt a slight plop, gasping as he realized this was the form of Toby fully sinking into his ballsack. Richard reached down a hand, feeling up his testicles to find the squirming figure thrashing around in his right one.
“Oh yeah.” Richard began to rub himself off in earnest now, prodding Toby around from the outside just to feel more of his former friend’s struggles. “Keep it up, little man. You’re making me so horny.”
Inside, it was hell for Toby. He couldn’t see anything in the dark, only felt the pool of semen at his feet and the shifting walls of skin surrounding. He pounded on the walls, desperately trying to force Richard to expel him, but all Toby got for his efforts was the walls pushing him back into the pool as Richard felt his presence from the outside.
“Fuck!” With a loud yell, Richard couldn’t hold back any longer. His dick was a canon, shooting off pulse after pulse of rich cum onto his shirt, having forgotten to remove it in the throes of pleasure. That would have to be washed.
Out of breath, Richard looked down at his shirt, confirming that Toby had not been expelled with his fluids. Then, Richard cupped his ballsack, checking that Toby hadn’t been crushed in the impressive orgasm Richard had just had.
To his delight, Richard felt a faint fluttering sensation in his nethers as Toby got to his feet. Richard teasingly shook up his balls, knocking Toby down again. Richard chuckled, feeling so giddy at the thought of keeping Toby with him, 24/7, never again facing judgement for how he chose to treat the tinies he found.