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Lobster

New Macro/Hyper story is out now! Mickey hit his growth spurt and just never stopped. Every year, every month, every day, he gets a bit bigger. Now, as he enters his final year of college, he towers over not just his friends and classmates, but the very buildings he once attended. Bit slice of life, bit sci fi, a lot of bit gay smut. Read the full thing on: [Patreon] [Amazon]

                Mickey always hated this moment. Every semester it was the same. The professor would do an “ice breaker” where every student would stand up, introduce themselves, and give an interesting tidbit about themselves.

                These ice-breakers weren’t as common in his freshman level classes. Those were typically held in massive auditoriums, and it just wasn’t feasible for everyone to stand up and say something. Even if they had done the ice breakers, Mickey didn’t stand out as much in a crowd back then. He was just a very tall young man, and when he was sitting, it was harder to tell just how tall he was. He would find a quiet spot in the far back of the auditorium, sit down on the floor, and attempt to blend into the crowd. For the most part, it worked. Although, it was tough to tell if that was a matter of him successfully blending in or a matter of nobody wanting to be the one to approach him and ask him about his size.

               Things were even less awkward in high school. The coaches had been eager to recruit him for the basketball team, but that was the extent of attention his size tended to garner. A lot of that may have been because most of those people had literally grown up around him. They knew him. They had seen him grow, but even then, Mickey was quiet and tended to slouch. He was tall, but it was easy to hide just how tall he was. That was years ago, though…

                Another student finished their introduction. As they spoke, Mickey could see their gaze flit in his direction. They were trying to act like they weren’t inspecting him, but no one was fooled, least of all Mickey himself. Once that student finished their introduction, Mickey knew it was his turn. He sighed, took a moment to center himself, and then stood up to his full height and addressed the class.

                “My name’s Mickey. I’m… the reason we have to have this class outside,” he said.

                There were a few chuckles from the rest of the class, but most of the people were just staring up at him in awe.

                Mickey nervously scratched the back of his head. What should he even say? What could he even say? His condition was no secret. He could try to talk about his hobbies or something mundane like that, but he knew that everyone wanted him to talk about that.

                “Yeah. So… I’m the lobster boy…” Mickey said with a nervous chuckle.

                His eyes scanned the rest of the class. They all continued to stare up at him in awe. His quip didn’t seem to land at all. Not only was it just a very awkward situation, but the nickname probably didn’t make much sense for most people.

                Lobsters have a seemingly infinite supply of an enzyme called telomerase. This is why they don’t seem to age. Instead of getting weak and frail as they get older, they just get bigger… and bigger… and bigger…

                Mickey had something similar going on, but unlike lobsters, he didn’t have a shell that he had to burst through whenever he got too big. He was free to just keep growing seemingly unchecked.

               It was first noticed by his doctors back when he was in high school. Mickey was a bit of a late bloomer. He was shorter than most of his classmates until he was old enough to drive. Looking back on it now, it was hard to even think about how short he was then. When he was getting his driver’s license, he could barely see over the steering wheel. His parents and even his driving instructor had joked that he was sure to hit his growth spurt soon, and when he did, he would be able to sit in the driver’s seat like a grownup, but… that was only half true.

               He did finally hit his growth spurt, but once it started it just… never stopped. He wasn’t even five feet tall when he turned sixteen, but in the latter half of the year, he jumped up almost a full foot. He went from being comically short to pretty tall in the span of just a few months, and his growth just seemed to ramp up from there. He was over seven feet tall when he graduated high school, and by the time he arrived for his freshman year, he was very nearly ten feet tall. He was nearly twice the height of most of his friends and classmates, but at least he was able to get around campus well enough. He had to crawl through doorways and crouch to get around indoors, but at least he could get inside. However, every day, he could feel the doorways getting harder to squeeze through. He could tell that he had to crouch lower and squeeze tighter every time he went to class. By the end of that first semester, he had gained over three feet in height, and by the time he came back after the winter holidays, he was almost fifteen feet tall. His growth continued unabated from there. It didn’t seem to be slowing down at all. Now that he was in his final year, he towered over several of the nearby buildings. He stood eye level with the fourth story window of the nearby library. His friends and classmates stood barely higher than his ankles.

                If it was just his height that was steadily increasing, that would have been one thing, but he seemed to be in a permanent state of puberty. He just stopped getting older sometime back in high school, at least as far as his facial features were concerned, but despite his youthful face, his body continued to “develop”.

                As he stood there looming over the rest of his class, he couldn’t help but feel their gazes upon him, but very few were looking at his face. Most people couldn’t pull their eyes away from the pronounced bulge in Mickey’s pants.

                “Pants” may be a bit of a misnomer. The garments covering his legs were more akin to chaps than actual pants. The pants left his crotch exposed, but rather than have his cock and balls hanging out, he had a separate garment devoted to holding those. This garment was designed to hold his junk upwards and inwards, but even with the very tight and firm fabric the sheer shape and size of his cock and balls were painfully obvious. Even with the spandex-like briefs condensing his junk, his nuts rested solidly on the ground at his feet, and his massive, thick cock jutted out in front of him. His dick was so long that it draped over his nuts and the tip of it would touch the floor on the opposite side had he not had a layer of fabric between his dick and the dirt.

                Mickey glanced at his classmates. Each and every one was staring at him. These ice breakers were always awkward, but it felt especially maddening today.

                “Yeah… that’s… all I got…” he murmured awkwardly and sat back down.

                Sitting down didn’t help him blend into the crowd at all. Even seated, he loomed over the rest of the class. No one else in class even reached his knees. In fact, no one even reached halfway up his shins when he was standing, but the act made it clear that it was the next student’s turn to introduce themselves.

                The class period was relatively uneventful. It was the first class of the semester, after all. All they did was cover the syllabus and talk about the required reading for next class. Mickey was out of there in under twenty minutes and was free to wander the campus.

                Mickey wasn’t sure how he felt about being back here. The place was familiar. He had been here for three years already. He knew the layout of the campus and had his share of favorite haunts, but he had grown significantly over the summer break. He knew that he was creeping up slightly with each passing day. His doctors and the researchers weighed and measured him every week. Lately he had been growing by over an inch a day. It didn’t sound like much on paper, especially when considering his current height, but he had grown by more than ten feet over the past four months, and his growth didn’t show any signs of slowing down.

                Most of the paths around campus were wide enough to accommodate him. There were plenty of two-lane roads and very little motor traffic, but there was still the occasional parked car on the sides of the road. Whenever his foot set down near a vehicle, he couldn’t help but compare sizes. His foot could easily eclipse a scooter or a golf cart, but your average car was still a bit bigger than his shoes. However, at the rate things were going, that wouldn’t last long.

               Aside from the occasional car, Mickey was free to walk along the streets without having to worry about vehicles, and the pedestrian traffic tended to give him a wide berth, but he still felt a little cramped as he squeezed between buildings. It wouldn’t be so bad if he could turn sideways and shimmy his way between buildings, but his cock and balls were so huge that he would be fighting them every step of the way.

                Eventually, Mickey made his way to the quad – a large, open grassy field nestled in the middle of the campus. He laid back on the grass and stared up at the sky above. For a moment, he was able to imagine that he was just another student enjoying a breather between classes, but out of the corners of his eyes, he could still catch a glimpse of the nearby buildings. These rooftops reminded him of just how huge he really was. He was so large that his body filled more than half of the grassy park, and at the rate he was growing, it wouldn’t be long before he could fill the entire quad. In fact, he’d probably reach that size by the end of the school year.

                Mickey’s mind wandered. How big would he be by the time he graduated? It was another nine or so months. He had gained almost ten feet over the summer break. He’d probably gain at least that much during the fall semester. Mickey wasn’t the best when it came to math, but the doctors estimated he’d be over one hundred feet tall by the time he started the spring semester! It made Mickey dizzy even to think about what life would be like at that size. He was already so huge that all his friends looked like action figures. Would he ever reach a point where he was too big to hear them? … where he was too big to see them?

To be continued -

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The Shocking Adventures of Lumen - Part 11

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Lumen's been putting in a lot of work for The Guild lately, and as thanks, they hooked him up with a coupon for one free "full service" massage.

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                Lumen had settled into life in the city pretty quickly. It didn’t hurt that he had a bit of coin in his wallet. It seemed most things were easier with spending money. However, Lumen wasn’t sure how long the reward money from the dao would last. It seemed that it just made more sense to pick up odd jobs around the city while waiting for leads on where to find some of the rarer ingredients needed to craft more of his hyper potions. Fortunately, it seemed that Lumen had a bit of a knack for this “adventurer” thing. He would swing by the guild, pick a medium tier target, fly out, bag his quarry, and be back in town before his booster would wear off. Hunt some giant rats, clear out a pack of wolves, scare off the occasional gnoll or two – easy stuff.

                As much as Lumen hated to admit it, Monty had a good idea. Lumen’s massive cock, while a lot of fun, made it difficult to get around, and given the sheer number of people that could just see through illusions, even Lumen’s mask didn’t help him half the time. The Bag of Holding trick had come in handy on many occasions. So much so that Lumen had eventually caved and gotten one custom fitted into garment. The new jockstrap was much more comfortable than just haphazardly attaching a bag to his crotch, but he still far preferred the feeling of the air against his nuts as he flew. Still… the added mobility and the lack of awkward conversations whenever someone saw through the illusion made his job much easier. 

               The gigs didn’t pay that much, but they kept him in the black, which was really all he needed. However, after one mission, he was given a little bonus with his standard fee – a small ticket good for one massage.

                As Lumen floated out of the guild hall, he eyed the slip of paper skeptically. The thing was so big in his hands that it was like trying to hold a movie poster. It seemed to have a low-grade enchantment on it which caused the arrow on the page to always point to a specific location, but other than that, it was literally just a coupon. Lumen was hesitant to cash in. After all, he had never had a massage before – at least… not an official one. When Phin had bathed Lumen that was kinda a massage, right? And that had been fun. Maybe this would be a lot like that.

                Lumen shrugged. He had no other plans for the afternoon, and he was feeling a bit sore after his last battle. So, why not? Why not cash in his coupon immediately.

                Lumen tossed the ticket out in front of him and conjured up a gust of wind. The coupon floated like a leaf through the sky and Lumen followed in hot pursuit. At each intersection, the arrow on the ticket would point where to go, and Lumen would summon another gust to launch the ticket in that direction. This process continued for what felt like miles. Lumen darted through alleyways. He soared over market stalls. He zoomed across major thoroughfares until eventually, the ticket came to a rest on the front counter of the establishment in question.

                The man working the counter looked down at the coupon. He was clearly surprised to see one of his business’s calling cards arrive at his desk seemingly without a customer, but as he stood there scratching his head, he heard a soft voice poke into his mind.

                “H-hello. I’d like to use this coupon,” Lumen said.

                The man jumped in shock. He glanced nervously around the room trying to find the source of the voice. Fortunately, before he could freak out or assume he was going crazy, his gaze fell upon the tiny figure of the fairy that floated silently in front of him. Lumen gave the guy a furtive wave, and the guy responded with a wave that was every bit as cautious.

                “Oh… a fairy? That’s rare, but… you have a coupon, so…” the man said. He mulled it over for a second and then shrugged. “The name’s Pate. I run this shop. What’s your name?” He asked.

                “I’m Lumen,” Lumen said.

Pate nodded and then gestured for Lumen to follow. He then turned and made his way towards the back of the shop. Lumen quietly followed after. As the pair made their way through the curtain and into the hallway leading to the separate massage rooms, the man started to strike up a conversation.

                “These coupons aren’t very common. I’m surprised to see you have one,” Pate said. 

                “I got it from the guild,” Lumen replied.

                “The guild? As in… the adventurer’s guild?” the man asked.

                “Yeah. I do work for them,” Lumen replied.

                The man gave a whistle and a bemused nod. “That explains it. You must have been doing a lot of work for them lately. These are typically given when you complete several missions in a week,” the man said.

                “Yeah. I’ll do a few a day. I can get around fast, so they’ll often send me out to the little villages out in the countryside,” Lumen said.

                “Must be nice to be able to fly. Ever consider signing on with the post?” The man asked. As he did so, he patted a long, padded table to indicate that Lumen should lie down.

                “What’s the post?” Lumen asked. He floated over to the table and sat down.

                “You know, the mail service. Someone who can get letters out to the countryside quickly would be in high demand there,” Pate said. While he was speaking, he was focused on pulling some bottles and canisters from a cupboard and loading them onto a small rolling cart. Pate wheeled the cart around to the side of the table and stared down at the tiny figure that was sitting patiently for him. Pate glanced down at his client, let out a thoughtful ‘hmmm’, and pulled a stool up so that he could comfortably sit down beside his client.

                Lumen could feel the guy’s gaze scanning him intently. Pate was leaning so far over the edge of the table that he was looming menacingly over the tiny fairy.

                “Is… is everything alright?” Lumen asked.

                “Well… yes, but… I’ve never worked on a subject this small before. I’m trying to decide how to best approach this,” Pate said.

                “O-oh. Is there anything I can do to help?” Lumen asked.

                “Short of changing your size…” Pate murmured thinking to himself. Lumen was about to reply that he was able to do that, albeit only slightly and only temporarily, but before he could, Pate added, “Although I’d never ask a customer to do something like that even if they could.”

               With that, Lumen didn’t feel comfortable nor confident in announcing his ability to change his size. So, instead he just sat there quietly as Pate continued to eye him up and down. After a moment, Pate spoke up once more.

               “Would you be comfortable removing your clothes?” Pate asked.  “I can work through the fabric, if you’d like, but I find it easier to do my job if you take off your garments. Especially given the… delicate nature of the work today, it may be best for both of us.”

                “O-oh! I should drop the illusion, huh?” Lumen said. He raised his hand above his head and with a snap of his fingers, the illusion dropped. Suddenly, Lumen’s already minimalist clothing vanished, leaving Lumen clad in nothing but his newly acquired custom fit Jock of Holding.

                “Well, that’s a handy trick,” Pate mused.

                “Yeah. This mask was given to me by… a friend, I guess you could say. I never really wore anything back home. The clothes can get in the way while flying, but here in cities, they tend to want everyone covered up, so…” Lumen said.

                “Understandable. I see that at least that part is real fabric, though,” Pate said and gestured towards Lumen’s new jock.

                “Oh! Uh. That’s because…” Lumen murmured awkwardly.

                “I’ve worked with ogres in my time. Even the more bestial races have some semblance of modesty,” Pate said.

                “Yeah… and a lot of shopkeepers see through illusions and so…” Lumen murmured. It wasn’t technically a lie, but he felt bad leaving out the main issue.

                “Oh, that could be a problem, yes. Now, your coupon covers the full suite. I’m at your disposal. We can do as much or as little as you like,” Pate said.

                “What does that mean? I’ve never been to one of these,” Lumen asked.

                “Well, I offer the basic massages. I can work out the tension in your muscles or help with flexibility in your joints,” Pate explained.

                “That sounds nice,” Lumen replied.

                “We can start there, then. I offer some more… personal massage services as well, but you’ll need to remove your undergarments for those,” Pate said.

                Lumen wasn’t sure what the guy meant by that, but he could feel the blood rushing to his face and his crotch in spite of himself. Part of Lumen was curious and even excited to see how Pate would react to seeing Lumen’s massive cock in all its glory, but for now, Lumen felt it best to keep things civil.

                Pate tapped the side of his stool causing it to magically shift in size. In an instant, Pate was seated low enough that his shoulders were now even with the side of the table. His face now loomed over Lumen’s tiny body. He was so close that Lumen could feel the guy’s breath on him. Lumen suddenly felt extremely tiny and exposed, but Pate didn’t seem threatening…

                Lumen tried his best to relax. Fortunately, the scents coming from Pate’s various jars and cannisters helped a lot. The second Pate popped the lid on one of the cannisters, the calming aroma of lavender wafted over Lumen’s body. Lumen was well trained in herbal remedies like this. He knew of the calming effects that certain herbs had, but this was more powerful than Lumen expected. He’d have to ask for some pointers from this guy… but that could wait until after the massage.

                Lumen’s muscles began to relax instantly. His body felt like jelly. He felt so calm and content that he didn’t even freak out as Pate reached down and gently lifted one of Lumen’s arms. Lumen’s arm was so tiny that it was like a toothpick being held between Pate’s fingers, but Pate was so gentle that Lumen didn’t feel like he was in any danger. Pate began to gently massage some cream into Lumen’s side. Lumen had to stifle a giggle as he felt the giant’s fingertip rubbing against the side of his hip and under his armpit. Lumen had never known himself to be ticklish, but the overpowering scent of the herbal mixture made his head feel fuzzy and his body feel tingly.

                “Did that hurt?” Pate asked softly.

                “N-no. Tickled a little is all,” Lumen replied.

                “Alright, but tell me if it gets to be too much. Even the ointments are designed for someone much larger than you,” Pate said.

                Lumen managed a soft ‘mm’ in reply, but it wasn’t clear if Pate could hear him. Lumen wasn’t even sure if he had thought the sound or said it out loud. Either way, Pate continued to gently massage the ointment into Lumen’s tiny body.

                Lumen was surprisingly ticklish. At first, he just assumed that it was a side effect of the ointment, but as his mind wandered, he began to wonder if he was naturally ticklish but had just never been touched in this way. He wasn’t used to being treated so delicately, and he definitely wasn’t used to feeling someone else touch him in these places.

                Lumen’s mind wandered back to the bath with Phin. Phin was cautious and careful, but Lumen wouldn’t say he was delicate. There was a difference between being handled in a way to avoid the most harm versus being handled in a way to bring out the most pleasure. That was the key difference between how Pate handled him as opposed to Phin’s cautious touch. Phin’s touch felt nice, but Pate’s felt good!

                Lumen couldn’t help himself. He let out a little whimper as he felt Pate’s fingertip trace a path across the tent in his jock and down the inside of Lumen’s thigh. Lumen’s back arched. The hairs on Lumen’s head and the back of his neck seemed to bristle with excitement. Even his wings fluttered in spite of himself.

                “Oh, that got a response,” Pate responded. His tone was pleasant, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

                “Y-yeah…” Lumen murmured in response.

                “If you’re interested, I can offer you one of my more personal massages,” Pate said.

                Lumen’s body tensed. His cock lurched with delight. That sounded fantastic, and yet…

                Pate could see Lumen recoil slightly at the suggestion. He sighed and softly replied, “It’s fine if you’re not feeling up to it. I’ve got something else you might enjoy in the meantime.”

                Lumen wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but Pate held out his hand and seemed to indicate that Lumen should climb aboard. Lumen balked for a moment. He still wasn’t comfortable being carried, but Pate had been so gentle so far…

                Lumen swallowed to steel his nerves and crawled forward and onto the palm of the giant’s hand. Pate began to lift him, but no sooner had his hand begun to lift off the table than Pate let out a surprised, “O-oh!”

                “Is everything alright?” Lumen asked.

                “Everything’s fine. I was just surprised by how heavy you are. I guess I was just expecting you to weight next to nothing,” Pate said.

                “That may be because of this…” Lumen replied nervously. He gestured to the pouch of his jock and then slid a hand under the waistband. Pate watched curiously as Lumen’s arm suddenly vanished up to the elbow into the pouch.

                “Ah. I see. Functions like a bag of holding, I take it?” Pate asked.

                “Y-yeah,” Lumen replied.

                “That’s quite a smart workaround. I’d imagine you can’t wear one on your back like most races,” Pate responded. He shifted his hand slightly to get a better look at the delicate looking, bee-like wings that protruded from between Lumen’s shoulder blades.

                “Y-yeah…” Lumen replied again. That wasn’t the real reason, but he was glad for a nice cover story.

                “Still… yours is quite heavy. Your sack must be full to near bursting,” Pate commented.

                “It’s… it’s pretty full…” Lumen murmured in reply but then as if in response to his own comment, a dark thought crept into his mind. ‘It could always be fuller…’ Lumen tried to shake the thought from his head, but the scents had made his thoughts cloudy, and Pate’s touch had gotten him so worked up that Lumen was having trouble keeping his thoughts clear.

                On some level, Lumen knew he would be better off saying nothing, but he felt the need to try to play it cool. He quickly pivoted and commented, “I… actually had to buy one of the high-capacity models.”

                “Really? What would you even need all that space for?” Pate asked.

                Lumen once more tensed up. His dick gave a lurch of excitement as his mind flashed to his own massive cock and balls. Part of him wanted to spill the beans right then and there, but he decided better of it. Instead, he managed to say, “t-trade secret…”

                “I suppose you did say you did courier work,” Pate replied with a shrug.

                “Y-yeah…” Lumen replied unconvincingly.

                Pate wasn’t interested in pushing the issue any further. He was a professional when it came to casual small talk during a massage, and he could tell when his client was being evasive. He didn’t have an interest in information that his client didn’t feel comfortable in sharing, and it didn’t seem pertinent to his current task anyway.

                “Lay on your stomach for this part,” Pate said.

                Lumen glanced up at the guy, but Pate’s face was as calm and pleasant as before. Lumen shrugged and flopped flat onto his stomach. However, before Lumen could fully settle in, he felt Pate’s finger slide under his midsection and pull him back.

                “You’ll want to keep your rear raised for this,” Pate said pleasantly.

                Lumen didn’t know what to say. He was confused and more than a little embarrassed both from being handled in such a way and from the pose he now held. He was face down on the guy’s palm with his ass raised into the air, and thanks to the nature of his jockstrap-like garment, his cheeks were fully exposed for the giant. Lumen wasn’t exactly modest, but he also didn’t make it a habit of showing hole.

                Pate lifted his palm up to his face so that Lumen was mere inches from his eyes. Lumen could once more feel the guy’s breath upon his bare skin, but this time, Pate’s breath was washing over Lumen’s exposed ass. The hairs on the back of Lumen’s neck stood on end. His butt broke out in goosebumps. Lumen wasn’t sure what to do, but he also didn’t think he should try to leave.

                “Alright. This will feel a bit cold at first, but give it a moment,” Pate said.

                Lumen could smell something familiar. It smelled cool and crisp like mint but with a powerfully medicinal bite to it. Lumen wasn’t sure he liked the smell, but before he had a chance to protest, he felt something cold and wet slip between his cheeks. Lumen tensed and let out a sharp hiss as he sucked in air through his gritted teeth. Pate had said it would be a little cold, but that felt downright frigid! And yet… After the initial shock, Lumen could feel a heat against his hole. It wasn’t just the liquid itself that had turned warm. It was as if his whole body was heating up.

                Pate ran the damp tip of the cotton swab along the cleft between Lumen’s tiny butt cheeks. The fairy’s entire body trembled with a mix of biting chill and heightened arousal. After teasing Lumen’s butt with a few more playful swipes, he pulled the cotton swab back and dunked it into a different can of ointment.

               “Sounds like you’re already adjusting to it,” Pate commented as he stared down at the tiny fairy in his hand. Pate’s arm was already feeling tired from holding something so heavy in such a way, but he was close to finishing this step, and his client really seemed to be reacting well…

               “If you liked that. I’m sure you’ll love this next one,” Pate said.

               Lumen’s mind was already a bit hazy before the most recent, chilling ointment was applied, but now he was having trouble focusing on anything but how good he felt. His body felt electric. His skin tingled. His wings fluttered. His dick hardened, but there was a new feeling as well which just added to his arousal. His ass felt nice in a way he’d never experienced.

               “This is the smallest I have. Let me know if it’s too much for you,” Pate said as he pressed the tip of the cotton swab against Lumen’s exposed crack. Lumen shuddered as he felt it slide between his cheeks. He let out another hiss of shock as the tip of the cotton swab teased his tight hole. Lumen was about to protest, but his hiss suddenly gave way to a gasp which gave way to a sigh as he felt the swab slide into him.

               The heat that had been pulsing through Lumen’s body now permeated every fiber of his being. His skin burned. Sweat dripped from his brow and down his back. His body glistened. Even his wings felt like they were thrumming with energy, but perhaps the place where the heat felt the most potent was in Lumen’s cock and balls. His dick was as hard as it had ever been, and his balls, which typically felt full and heavy, suddenly felt even heavier as if their production had been kicked into overdrive.

               Pate leaned forward to rest his elbow on the table to give his arm more support. Somehow, his patient felt even heavier than he had a moment ago, but that didn’t make any sense… unless something was happening inside the fairy’s jock of holding, but even then… the way such bags worked is that they scaled not just size but also weight. In order for it to feel heavier, whatever was inside it must have gotten larger… much larger. Pate tried his best not to think about it. As far as he was concerned, his arm was just getting tired from holding his tiny client for so long. Maybe he could talk Lumen into shedding the garment to give them both a bit of relief.

               The added support helped a lot. In an instant, Pate’s arm felt less tired. His forearm still trembled slightly from the sheer weight of the figure in his palm, but for the time being at least, he wasn’t in danger of dropping the little guy. With that issue dealt with, Pate was free to focus his full attention back on the next stage of the “massage”.

               “It’s a mild aphrodisiac,” Pate commented as he twisted the cotton swab. It was so deep inside Lumen that the entire bulbous tip was fully buried in Lumen’s hole. Lumen could feel the soft, spongy tip teasing something inside him that he had never felt before. It felt fantastic, but more than that, he felt hornier than he ever had in his life, which given the serum he had taken in the past was both impressive and worrying.

               Lumen had almost completely surrendered to bliss, but there was some small, sane part of his brain that was starting to worry. He could feel his nuts getting heavier. Had this aphrodisiac somehow counteracted the medicine that Lumen took to keep his overactive nuts in check? Even then, his nuts didn’t usually feel like they physically swelled in such a way.

               Lumen wanted to cry out. He wanted to ask Pate to stop, but he couldn’t get the words out. However, Pate would soon realize something very strange was happening.

               Pate felt something warm and wet coating his hand. He leaned back and stared down at his client, and was surprised to see warm, clear, viscous fluid pouring out of Lumen’s jock of holding. It looked like pre. It felt like pre. It even smelled like pre! But Pate had never seen so much in his life! It was flowing out in gallons upon gallons!

               “What the…” Pate gasped in shock. He instinctively set Lumen down on the table in front of him and took a step back as he took stock of the situation. He tried to make sense of it all, but he had never seen anything like this before.

               “It’s… I…” Lumen tried to say. He couldn’t physically muster the words, nor could he clear his head enough to telepathically project his thoughts. All he could do was lie there and writhe in ecstasy as pre flowed from his garment.

               On some level, Lumen knew he needed to somehow explain the situation, but he also knew that he was so damned horny that he just wanted to cum and cum and cum. Fortunately, both goals could be reached with one simple motion…

               Lumen awkwardly fumbled for the clasp on the side of his undergarment. It took a moment of blindingly fumbling, but the second the clasp was successfully undone, his jock fell from his hips. Pate stepped back and watched in awe as Lumen seemingly rose into the air atop a swelling mountain, but as more and more of the massive object came into view, Pate was able to see that this wasn’t a mountain or even a boulder. This was a set of nuts and a cock that dwarfed his whole body! In an instant, the table that Lumen had been lying atop vanished under a mass of cock and sack. Pate could hear the wood splinter as the entire table was crushed under the sheer weight of Lumen’s massive junk.

                “What the…” Pate murmured as he stared in awe at the tiny fairy’s colossal cock and balls.

                Lumen tried to reach out to Pate. He tried to explain the situation, but he was so horny and his thoughts so scattered, that the words that projected into Pate’s mind were a jumble.

               “This… why I wear the bag… I’m so huge… so horny… I can’t hold…” came Lumen’s disjointed thoughts.

               Lumen was so hot and bothered that it wasn’t just his libido going crazy. His telepathic powers were going haywire as well. Pate couldn’t just hear Lumen’s words. He could feel the overpowering need to cum that came with them. Pate was already a little chubbed up from admiring the fairy’s cute little body as he teased Lumen’s ass, but the surge of discordant, horny psychic energy that washed over him got him fully boned in an instant. Pate was so hard that his dick practically ached for release. Pre seeped through the front of his slacks. Even his nuts felt fuller and heavier than normal.

               Pate tried to clear his head. “It’s fine… this is fine… this is a service I offer…” he said as he tried to center himself. He couldn’t believe how horny he was, and some part of him realized that for as hot and bothered as he felt, this was only a fraction of what Lumen felt. Pate was just experiencing the spill over from his tiny client. He couldn’t even fathom how intense the pleasure that wracked Lumen’s body must be.

               Pate stared up at Lumen’s towering, shuddering cock. Pate had done plenty of “premium massages” in his day. He had made plenty of clients cum, but this was the first time staring down a package that completely eclipsed his entire body. He didn’t even know how to get started. He could stroke the shaft or massage the balls like he had in the past, but that would exhaust his entire supply of lotions and then some.

               However, as Pate tried to wrap his head around the sheer size and scale of Lumen’s cock and balls, another thought crept into his head. Lumen’s cock was massive, but the fairy was still tiny… and Lumen had reacted well to aphrodisiac. Perhaps too well…

                Pate grabbed a nearby cannister and stepped forward and began to climb onto Lumen’s massive sack until he was right next to the tiny body of the fairy. He could see Lumen’s little form shuddering and writhing with bliss atop the enormous nuts.

                Pate uncapped the cannister, stuck his pinkie finger in, and scooped out a sizeable dallop of cream. This cream was a special ointment that was designed to make the client’s muscles softer and more malleable. Pate had never used it in this way in these quantities even on his “full-sized” clientele, but it was the only thing he could think of at the moment.

                Pate rubbed his fingertip across the shapely lump of Lumen’s tiny butt. With each stroke, the cream was rubbed deeper into the cleft between Lumen’s cheeks until it began to seep into his tight little hole. That is when the true magic of the ointment became apparent.

                Lumen’s body once more tensed up. He let out a yelp of shock and confusion which shifted into a sigh of contentment as he felt Pate’s fingertip slide into him.

                Pate’s pinkie was almost as wide as Lumen’s hips. The fairy’s hips had to warp to even take something so huge, but there was no pain. If anything, the stretching felt soothing, but even through the haze of his arousal, Lumen couldn’t help but focus on how strange his body felt being stretched and warped like this. However, what few coherent thoughts he could muster were quickly dashed as he felt Pate’s fingertip press against the sweet spot that he had felt mere moments ago.

                Pate’s finger was buried down to the first knuckle into the fairy’s ass. On any other client, that would be nothing, but with Lumen, Pate’s fingertip was almost as big as the little guy’s torso. Lumen’s body stretched to even handle the tip, but Lumen didn’t seem to be in any pain. In fact, Lumen’s moans of bliss grew even louder as Pate’s fingertip brushed against something deep inside of him.

                Lumen had never known how good it could feel to have his ass played with until Pate had used the cotton swab, but even this was a whole new level of pleasure. The swab had lightly teased that sweet spot, but now Pate’s finger was actively seeking it out.

                Lumen had already been close to cumming just from the aphrodisiac supercharging his already overclocked libido, but the second he felt Pate’s fingertip graze his sweet spot, his dick lurched and a spray of cum erupted from his massive cock.

                Pate smirked as he heard the cry from the little fairy and saw the spray of jizz. Had this been a normal client, he would have taken his time and made sure his client enjoyed every second, but he was more focused on damage control at the moment. Now that he knew where to press, he pushed down harder and kept the pressure on.

                Lumen’s back arched. His wings buzzed. His eyes blurred. A low, guttural moan that surprised even him gurgled up from deep in his throat as he felt that sensitive spot that he only recently learned about get mashed. His cock bucked and lurched. He came buckets with each shot and he came again and again and again. He moaned and shuddered and gasped and came over and over again. He had lost the ability to think about anything other than how good he felt.

                As Lumen continued to cum, the jizz in the office continued to rise. Soon, the sheer force of the rising tide of cum pushed the door to the backroom open, causing the cum to gush out into the lobby and spill out into the streets outside, and still Lumen continued to writhe and moan and cum. His already supersized and over-productive nuts were going crazy. He felt like he couldn’t cum fast enough to even get ahead of his own production. Eventually, however, Lumen’s massive loads began to taper off, and eventually, they stopped altogether.

                Lumen collapsed into an exhausted heap atop his own sack. His head ached. His body glistened with sweat. His throat was parched and sore from both the dehydration and the guttural cries of bliss, but he was too exhausted to seek out anything to drink. All he could do was lie there, gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow.

                Pate hopped down from his perch atop Lumen’s sack and waded through the deep muck of jizz that covered his business. He staggered towards the front desk and picked up a speaking stone which he used to promptly call one of his main suppliers. A bored sounding voice came through on the other end.

                “You’ve reached Skohottentot’s Somethingorother Sundries. How may I direct your call.”

                “Tell your boss one of my clients had an extreme reaction to one of his salves,” Pate said.

                “Ok. Sure. I’ll tell him. What’s up?” the bored voice of the elf who worked the front desk droned on.

                “So, there’s a fairy here and when I tried to use the-” was as far as Pate got when suddenly there was a loud pop which accompanied the sudden appearance of a short figure decked out in a lumpy trench coat and far too many scarfs.

                “You did WHAT!?!?” Skohottentot screeched.

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The Shocking Adventures of Lumen - Part 11

(cover image by CBL_art over on twitter)

Lumen's been putting in a lot of work for The Guild lately, and as thanks, they hooked him up with a coupon for one free "full service" massage.

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                Lumen had settled into life in the city pretty quickly. It didn’t hurt that he had a bit of coin in his wallet. It seemed most things were easier with spending money. However, Lumen wasn’t sure how long the reward money from the dao would last. It seemed that it just made more sense to pick up odd jobs around the city while waiting for leads on where to find some of the rarer ingredients needed to craft more of his hyper potions. Fortunately, it seemed that Lumen had a bit of a knack for this “adventurer” thing. He would swing by the guild, pick a medium tier target, fly out, bag his quarry, and be back in town before his booster would wear off. Hunt some giant rats, clear out a pack of wolves, scare off the occasional gnoll or two – easy stuff.

                As much as Lumen hated to admit it, Monty had a good idea. Lumen’s massive cock, while a lot of fun, made it difficult to get around, and given the sheer number of people that could just see through illusions, even Lumen’s mask didn’t help him half the time. The Bag of Holding trick had come in handy on many occasions. So much so that Lumen had eventually caved and gotten one custom fitted into garment. The new jockstrap was much more comfortable than just haphazardly attaching a bag to his crotch, but he still far preferred the feeling of the air against his nuts as he flew. Still… the added mobility and the lack of awkward conversations whenever someone saw through the illusion made his job much easier. 

               The gigs didn’t pay that much, but they kept him in the black, which was really all he needed. However, after one mission, he was given a little bonus with his standard fee – a small ticket good for one massage.

                As Lumen floated out of the guild hall, he eyed the slip of paper skeptically. The thing was so big in his hands that it was like trying to hold a movie poster. It seemed to have a low-grade enchantment on it which caused the arrow on the page to always point to a specific location, but other than that, it was literally just a coupon. Lumen was hesitant to cash in. After all, he had never had a massage before – at least… not an official one. When Phin had bathed Lumen that was kinda a massage, right? And that had been fun. Maybe this would be a lot like that.

                Lumen shrugged. He had no other plans for the afternoon, and he was feeling a bit sore after his last battle. So, why not? Why not cash in his coupon immediately.

                Lumen tossed the ticket out in front of him and conjured up a gust of wind. The coupon floated like a leaf through the sky and Lumen followed in hot pursuit. At each intersection, the arrow on the ticket would point where to go, and Lumen would summon another gust to launch the ticket in that direction. This process continued for what felt like miles. Lumen darted through alleyways. He soared over market stalls. He zoomed across major thoroughfares until eventually, the ticket came to a rest on the front counter of the establishment in question.

                The man working the counter looked down at the coupon. He was clearly surprised to see one of his business’s calling cards arrive at his desk seemingly without a customer, but as he stood there scratching his head, he heard a soft voice poke into his mind.

                “H-hello. I’d like to use this coupon,” Lumen said.

                The man jumped in shock. He glanced nervously around the room trying to find the source of the voice. Fortunately, before he could freak out or assume he was going crazy, his gaze fell upon the tiny figure of the fairy that floated silently in front of him. Lumen gave the guy a furtive wave, and the guy responded with a wave that was every bit as cautious.

                “Oh… a fairy? That’s rare, but… you have a coupon, so…” the man said. He mulled it over for a second and then shrugged. “The name’s Pate. I run this shop. What’s your name?” He asked.

                “I’m Lumen,” Lumen said.

Pate nodded and then gestured for Lumen to follow. He then turned and made his way towards the back of the shop. Lumen quietly followed after. As the pair made their way through the curtain and into the hallway leading to the separate massage rooms, the man started to strike up a conversation.

                “These coupons aren’t very common. I’m surprised to see you have one,” Pate said. 

                “I got it from the guild,” Lumen replied.

                “The guild? As in… the adventurer’s guild?” the man asked.

                “Yeah. I do work for them,” Lumen replied.

                The man gave a whistle and a bemused nod. “That explains it. You must have been doing a lot of work for them lately. These are typically given when you complete several missions in a week,” the man said.

                “Yeah. I’ll do a few a day. I can get around fast, so they’ll often send me out to the little villages out in the countryside,” Lumen said.

                “Must be nice to be able to fly. Ever consider signing on with the post?” The man asked. As he did so, he patted a long, padded table to indicate that Lumen should lie down.

                “What’s the post?” Lumen asked. He floated over to the table and sat down.

                “You know, the mail service. Someone who can get letters out to the countryside quickly would be in high demand there,” Pate said. While he was speaking, he was focused on pulling some bottles and canisters from a cupboard and loading them onto a small rolling cart. Pate wheeled the cart around to the side of the table and stared down at the tiny figure that was sitting patiently for him. Pate glanced down at his client, let out a thoughtful ‘hmmm’, and pulled a stool up so that he could comfortably sit down beside his client.

                Lumen could feel the guy’s gaze scanning him intently. Pate was leaning so far over the edge of the table that he was looming menacingly over the tiny fairy.

                “Is… is everything alright?” Lumen asked.

                “Well… yes, but… I’ve never worked on a subject this small before. I’m trying to decide how to best approach this,” Pate said.

                “O-oh. Is there anything I can do to help?” Lumen asked.

                “Short of changing your size…” Pate murmured thinking to himself. Lumen was about to reply that he was able to do that, albeit only slightly and only temporarily, but before he could, Pate added, “Although I’d never ask a customer to do something like that even if they could.”

               With that, Lumen didn’t feel comfortable nor confident in announcing his ability to change his size. So, instead he just sat there quietly as Pate continued to eye him up and down. After a moment, Pate spoke up once more.

               “Would you be comfortable removing your clothes?” Pate asked.  “I can work through the fabric, if you’d like, but I find it easier to do my job if you take off your garments. Especially given the… delicate nature of the work today, it may be best for both of us.”

                “O-oh! I should drop the illusion, huh?” Lumen said. He raised his hand above his head and with a snap of his fingers, the illusion dropped. Suddenly, Lumen’s already minimalist clothing vanished, leaving Lumen clad in nothing but his newly acquired custom fit Jock of Holding.

                “Well, that’s a handy trick,” Pate mused.

                “Yeah. This mask was given to me by… a friend, I guess you could say. I never really wore anything back home. The clothes can get in the way while flying, but here in cities, they tend to want everyone covered up, so…” Lumen said.

                “Understandable. I see that at least that part is real fabric, though,” Pate said and gestured towards Lumen’s new jock.

                “Oh! Uh. That’s because…” Lumen murmured awkwardly.

                “I’ve worked with ogres in my time. Even the more bestial races have some semblance of modesty,” Pate said.

                “Yeah… and a lot of shopkeepers see through illusions and so…” Lumen murmured. It wasn’t technically a lie, but he felt bad leaving out the main issue.

                “Oh, that could be a problem, yes. Now, your coupon covers the full suite. I’m at your disposal. We can do as much or as little as you like,” Pate said.

                “What does that mean? I’ve never been to one of these,” Lumen asked.

                “Well, I offer the basic massages. I can work out the tension in your muscles or help with flexibility in your joints,” Pate explained.

                “That sounds nice,” Lumen replied.

                “We can start there, then. I offer some more… personal massage services as well, but you’ll need to remove your undergarments for those,” Pate said.

                Lumen wasn’t sure what the guy meant by that, but he could feel the blood rushing to his face and his crotch in spite of himself. Part of Lumen was curious and even excited to see how Pate would react to seeing Lumen’s massive cock in all its glory, but for now, Lumen felt it best to keep things civil.

                Pate tapped the side of his stool causing it to magically shift in size. In an instant, Pate was seated low enough that his shoulders were now even with the side of the table. His face now loomed over Lumen’s tiny body. He was so close that Lumen could feel the guy’s breath on him. Lumen suddenly felt extremely tiny and exposed, but Pate didn’t seem threatening…

                Lumen tried his best to relax. Fortunately, the scents coming from Pate’s various jars and cannisters helped a lot. The second Pate popped the lid on one of the cannisters, the calming aroma of lavender wafted over Lumen’s body. Lumen was well trained in herbal remedies like this. He knew of the calming effects that certain herbs had, but this was more powerful than Lumen expected. He’d have to ask for some pointers from this guy… but that could wait until after the massage.

                Lumen’s muscles began to relax instantly. His body felt like jelly. He felt so calm and content that he didn’t even freak out as Pate reached down and gently lifted one of Lumen’s arms. Lumen’s arm was so tiny that it was like a toothpick being held between Pate’s fingers, but Pate was so gentle that Lumen didn’t feel like he was in any danger. Pate began to gently massage some cream into Lumen’s side. Lumen had to stifle a giggle as he felt the giant’s fingertip rubbing against the side of his hip and under his armpit. Lumen had never known himself to be ticklish, but the overpowering scent of the herbal mixture made his head feel fuzzy and his body feel tingly.

                “Did that hurt?” Pate asked softly.

                “N-no. Tickled a little is all,” Lumen replied.

                “Alright, but tell me if it gets to be too much. Even the ointments are designed for someone much larger than you,” Pate said.

                Lumen managed a soft ‘mm’ in reply, but it wasn’t clear if Pate could hear him. Lumen wasn’t even sure if he had thought the sound or said it out loud. Either way, Pate continued to gently massage the ointment into Lumen’s tiny body.

                Lumen was surprisingly ticklish. At first, he just assumed that it was a side effect of the ointment, but as his mind wandered, he began to wonder if he was naturally ticklish but had just never been touched in this way. He wasn’t used to being treated so delicately, and he definitely wasn’t used to feeling someone else touch him in these places.

                Lumen’s mind wandered back to the bath with Phin. Phin was cautious and careful, but Lumen wouldn’t say he was delicate. There was a difference between being handled in a way to avoid the most harm versus being handled in a way to bring out the most pleasure. That was the key difference between how Pate handled him as opposed to Phin’s cautious touch. Phin’s touch felt nice, but Pate’s felt good!

                Lumen couldn’t help himself. He let out a little whimper as he felt Pate’s fingertip trace a path across the tent in his jock and down the inside of Lumen’s thigh. Lumen’s back arched. The hairs on Lumen’s head and the back of his neck seemed to bristle with excitement. Even his wings fluttered in spite of himself.

                “Oh, that got a response,” Pate responded. His tone was pleasant, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

                “Y-yeah…” Lumen murmured in response.

                “If you’re interested, I can offer you one of my more personal massages,” Pate said.

                Lumen’s body tensed. His cock lurched with delight. That sounded fantastic, and yet…

                Pate could see Lumen recoil slightly at the suggestion. He sighed and softly replied, “It’s fine if you’re not feeling up to it. I’ve got something else you might enjoy in the meantime.”

                Lumen wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but Pate held out his hand and seemed to indicate that Lumen should climb aboard. Lumen balked for a moment. He still wasn’t comfortable being carried, but Pate had been so gentle so far…

                Lumen swallowed to steel his nerves and crawled forward and onto the palm of the giant’s hand. Pate began to lift him, but no sooner had his hand begun to lift off the table than Pate let out a surprised, “O-oh!”

                “Is everything alright?” Lumen asked.

                “Everything’s fine. I was just surprised by how heavy you are. I guess I was just expecting you to weight next to nothing,” Pate said.

                “That may be because of this…” Lumen replied nervously. He gestured to the pouch of his jock and then slid a hand under the waistband. Pate watched curiously as Lumen’s arm suddenly vanished up to the elbow into the pouch.

                “Ah. I see. Functions like a bag of holding, I take it?” Pate asked.

                “Y-yeah,” Lumen replied.

                “That’s quite a smart workaround. I’d imagine you can’t wear one on your back like most races,” Pate responded. He shifted his hand slightly to get a better look at the delicate looking, bee-like wings that protruded from between Lumen’s shoulder blades.

                “Y-yeah…” Lumen replied again. That wasn’t the real reason, but he was glad for a nice cover story.

                “Still… yours is quite heavy. Your sack must be full to near bursting,” Pate commented.

                “It’s… it’s pretty full…” Lumen murmured in reply but then as if in response to his own comment, a dark thought crept into his mind. ‘It could always be fuller…’ Lumen tried to shake the thought from his head, but the scents had made his thoughts cloudy, and Pate’s touch had gotten him so worked up that Lumen was having trouble keeping his thoughts clear.

                On some level, Lumen knew he would be better off saying nothing, but he felt the need to try to play it cool. He quickly pivoted and commented, “I… actually had to buy one of the high-capacity models.”

                “Really? What would you even need all that space for?” Pate asked.

                Lumen once more tensed up. His dick gave a lurch of excitement as his mind flashed to his own massive cock and balls. Part of him wanted to spill the beans right then and there, but he decided better of it. Instead, he managed to say, “t-trade secret…”

                “I suppose you did say you did courier work,” Pate replied with a shrug.

                “Y-yeah…” Lumen replied unconvincingly.

                Pate wasn’t interested in pushing the issue any further. He was a professional when it came to casual small talk during a massage, and he could tell when his client was being evasive. He didn’t have an interest in information that his client didn’t feel comfortable in sharing, and it didn’t seem pertinent to his current task anyway.

                “Lay on your stomach for this part,” Pate said.

                Lumen glanced up at the guy, but Pate’s face was as calm and pleasant as before. Lumen shrugged and flopped flat onto his stomach. However, before Lumen could fully settle in, he felt Pate’s finger slide under his midsection and pull him back.

                “You’ll want to keep your rear raised for this,” Pate said pleasantly.

                Lumen didn’t know what to say. He was confused and more than a little embarrassed both from being handled in such a way and from the pose he now held. He was face down on the guy’s palm with his ass raised into the air, and thanks to the nature of his jockstrap-like garment, his cheeks were fully exposed for the giant. Lumen wasn’t exactly modest, but he also didn’t make it a habit of showing hole.

                Pate lifted his palm up to his face so that Lumen was mere inches from his eyes. Lumen could once more feel the guy’s breath upon his bare skin, but this time, Pate’s breath was washing over Lumen’s exposed ass. The hairs on the back of Lumen’s neck stood on end. His butt broke out in goosebumps. Lumen wasn’t sure what to do, but he also didn’t think he should try to leave.

                “Alright. This will feel a bit cold at first, but give it a moment,” Pate said.

                Lumen could smell something familiar. It smelled cool and crisp like mint but with a powerfully medicinal bite to it. Lumen wasn’t sure he liked the smell, but before he had a chance to protest, he felt something cold and wet slip between his cheeks. Lumen tensed and let out a sharp hiss as he sucked in air through his gritted teeth. Pate had said it would be a little cold, but that felt downright frigid! And yet… After the initial shock, Lumen could feel a heat against his hole. It wasn’t just the liquid itself that had turned warm. It was as if his whole body was heating up.

                Pate ran the damp tip of the cotton swab along the cleft between Lumen’s tiny butt cheeks. The fairy’s entire body trembled with a mix of biting chill and heightened arousal. After teasing Lumen’s butt with a few more playful swipes, he pulled the cotton swab back and dunked it into a different can of ointment.

               “Sounds like you’re already adjusting to it,” Pate commented as he stared down at the tiny fairy in his hand. Pate’s arm was already feeling tired from holding something so heavy in such a way, but he was close to finishing this step, and his client really seemed to be reacting well…

               “If you liked that. I’m sure you’ll love this next one,” Pate said.

               Lumen’s mind was already a bit hazy before the most recent, chilling ointment was applied, but now he was having trouble focusing on anything but how good he felt. His body felt electric. His skin tingled. His wings fluttered. His dick hardened, but there was a new feeling as well which just added to his arousal. His ass felt nice in a way he’d never experienced.

               “This is the smallest I have. Let me know if it’s too much for you,” Pate said as he pressed the tip of the cotton swab against Lumen’s exposed crack. Lumen shuddered as he felt it slide between his cheeks. He let out another hiss of shock as the tip of the cotton swab teased his tight hole. Lumen was about to protest, but his hiss suddenly gave way to a gasp which gave way to a sigh as he felt the swab slide into him.

               The heat that had been pulsing through Lumen’s body now permeated every fiber of his being. His skin burned. Sweat dripped from his brow and down his back. His body glistened. Even his wings felt like they were thrumming with energy, but perhaps the place where the heat felt the most potent was in Lumen’s cock and balls. His dick was as hard as it had ever been, and his balls, which typically felt full and heavy, suddenly felt even heavier as if their production had been kicked into overdrive.

               Pate leaned forward to rest his elbow on the table to give his arm more support. Somehow, his patient felt even heavier than he had a moment ago, but that didn’t make any sense… unless something was happening inside the fairy’s jock of holding, but even then… the way such bags worked is that they scaled not just size but also weight. In order for it to feel heavier, whatever was inside it must have gotten larger… much larger. Pate tried his best not to think about it. As far as he was concerned, his arm was just getting tired from holding his tiny client for so long. Maybe he could talk Lumen into shedding the garment to give them both a bit of relief.

               The added support helped a lot. In an instant, Pate’s arm felt less tired. His forearm still trembled slightly from the sheer weight of the figure in his palm, but for the time being at least, he wasn’t in danger of dropping the little guy. With that issue dealt with, Pate was free to focus his full attention back on the next stage of the “massage”.

               “It’s a mild aphrodisiac,” Pate commented as he twisted the cotton swab. It was so deep inside Lumen that the entire bulbous tip was fully buried in Lumen’s hole. Lumen could feel the soft, spongy tip teasing something inside him that he had never felt before. It felt fantastic, but more than that, he felt hornier than he ever had in his life, which given the serum he had taken in the past was both impressive and worrying.

               Lumen had almost completely surrendered to bliss, but there was some small, sane part of his brain that was starting to worry. He could feel his nuts getting heavier. Had this aphrodisiac somehow counteracted the medicine that Lumen took to keep his overactive nuts in check? Even then, his nuts didn’t usually feel like they physically swelled in such a way.

               Lumen wanted to cry out. He wanted to ask Pate to stop, but he couldn’t get the words out. However, Pate would soon realize something very strange was happening.

               Pate felt something warm and wet coating his hand. He leaned back and stared down at his client, and was surprised to see warm, clear, viscous fluid pouring out of Lumen’s jock of holding. It looked like pre. It felt like pre. It even smelled like pre! But Pate had never seen so much in his life! It was flowing out in gallons upon gallons!

               “What the…” Pate gasped in shock. He instinctively set Lumen down on the table in front of him and took a step back as he took stock of the situation. He tried to make sense of it all, but he had never seen anything like this before.

               “It’s… I…” Lumen tried to say. He couldn’t physically muster the words, nor could he clear his head enough to telepathically project his thoughts. All he could do was lie there and writhe in ecstasy as pre flowed from his garment.

               On some level, Lumen knew he needed to somehow explain the situation, but he also knew that he was so damned horny that he just wanted to cum and cum and cum. Fortunately, both goals could be reached with one simple motion…

               Lumen awkwardly fumbled for the clasp on the side of his undergarment. It took a moment of blindingly fumbling, but the second the clasp was successfully undone, his jock fell from his hips. Pate stepped back and watched in awe as Lumen seemingly rose into the air atop a swelling mountain, but as more and more of the massive object came into view, Pate was able to see that this wasn’t a mountain or even a boulder. This was a set of nuts and a cock that dwarfed his whole body! In an instant, the table that Lumen had been lying atop vanished under a mass of cock and sack. Pate could hear the wood splinter as the entire table was crushed under the sheer weight of Lumen’s massive junk.

                “What the…” Pate murmured as he stared in awe at the tiny fairy’s colossal cock and balls.

                Lumen tried to reach out to Pate. He tried to explain the situation, but he was so horny and his thoughts so scattered, that the words that projected into Pate’s mind were a jumble.

               “This… why I wear the bag… I’m so huge… so horny… I can’t hold…” came Lumen’s disjointed thoughts.

               Lumen was so hot and bothered that it wasn’t just his libido going crazy. His telepathic powers were going haywire as well. Pate couldn’t just hear Lumen’s words. He could feel the overpowering need to cum that came with them. Pate was already a little chubbed up from admiring the fairy’s cute little body as he teased Lumen’s ass, but the surge of discordant, horny psychic energy that washed over him got him fully boned in an instant. Pate was so hard that his dick practically ached for release. Pre seeped through the front of his slacks. Even his nuts felt fuller and heavier than normal.

               Pate tried to clear his head. “It’s fine… this is fine… this is a service I offer…” he said as he tried to center himself. He couldn’t believe how horny he was, and some part of him realized that for as hot and bothered as he felt, this was only a fraction of what Lumen felt. Pate was just experiencing the spill over from his tiny client. He couldn’t even fathom how intense the pleasure that wracked Lumen’s body must be.

               Pate stared up at Lumen’s towering, shuddering cock. Pate had done plenty of “premium massages” in his day. He had made plenty of clients cum, but this was the first time staring down a package that completely eclipsed his entire body. He didn’t even know how to get started. He could stroke the shaft or massage the balls like he had in the past, but that would exhaust his entire supply of lotions and then some.

               However, as Pate tried to wrap his head around the sheer size and scale of Lumen’s cock and balls, another thought crept into his head. Lumen’s cock was massive, but the fairy was still tiny… and Lumen had reacted well to aphrodisiac. Perhaps too well…

                Pate grabbed a nearby cannister and stepped forward and began to climb onto Lumen’s massive sack until he was right next to the tiny body of the fairy. He could see Lumen’s little form shuddering and writhing with bliss atop the enormous nuts.

                Pate uncapped the cannister, stuck his pinkie finger in, and scooped out a sizeable dallop of cream. This cream was a special ointment that was designed to make the client’s muscles softer and more malleable. Pate had never used it in this way in these quantities even on his “full-sized” clientele, but it was the only thing he could think of at the moment.

                Pate rubbed his fingertip across the shapely lump of Lumen’s tiny butt. With each stroke, the cream was rubbed deeper into the cleft between Lumen’s cheeks until it began to seep into his tight little hole. That is when the true magic of the ointment became apparent.

                Lumen’s body once more tensed up. He let out a yelp of shock and confusion which shifted into a sigh of contentment as he felt Pate’s fingertip slide into him.

                Pate’s pinkie was almost as wide as Lumen’s hips. The fairy’s hips had to warp to even take something so huge, but there was no pain. If anything, the stretching felt soothing, but even through the haze of his arousal, Lumen couldn’t help but focus on how strange his body felt being stretched and warped like this. However, what few coherent thoughts he could muster were quickly dashed as he felt Pate’s fingertip press against the sweet spot that he had felt mere moments ago.

                Pate’s finger was buried down to the first knuckle into the fairy’s ass. On any other client, that would be nothing, but with Lumen, Pate’s fingertip was almost as big as the little guy’s torso. Lumen’s body stretched to even handle the tip, but Lumen didn’t seem to be in any pain. In fact, Lumen’s moans of bliss grew even louder as Pate’s fingertip brushed against something deep inside of him.

                Lumen had never known how good it could feel to have his ass played with until Pate had used the cotton swab, but even this was a whole new level of pleasure. The swab had lightly teased that sweet spot, but now Pate’s finger was actively seeking it out.

                Lumen had already been close to cumming just from the aphrodisiac supercharging his already overclocked libido, but the second he felt Pate’s fingertip graze his sweet spot, his dick lurched and a spray of cum erupted from his massive cock.

                Pate smirked as he heard the cry from the little fairy and saw the spray of jizz. Had this been a normal client, he would have taken his time and made sure his client enjoyed every second, but he was more focused on damage control at the moment. Now that he knew where to press, he pushed down harder and kept the pressure on.

                Lumen’s back arched. His wings buzzed. His eyes blurred. A low, guttural moan that surprised even him gurgled up from deep in his throat as he felt that sensitive spot that he only recently learned about get mashed. His cock bucked and lurched. He came buckets with each shot and he came again and again and again. He moaned and shuddered and gasped and came over and over again. He had lost the ability to think about anything other than how good he felt.

                As Lumen continued to cum, the jizz in the office continued to rise. Soon, the sheer force of the rising tide of cum pushed the door to the backroom open, causing the cum to gush out into the lobby and spill out into the streets outside, and still Lumen continued to writhe and moan and cum. His already supersized and over-productive nuts were going crazy. He felt like he couldn’t cum fast enough to even get ahead of his own production. Eventually, however, Lumen’s massive loads began to taper off, and eventually, they stopped altogether.

                Lumen collapsed into an exhausted heap atop his own sack. His head ached. His body glistened with sweat. His throat was parched and sore from both the dehydration and the guttural cries of bliss, but he was too exhausted to seek out anything to drink. All he could do was lie there, gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow.

                Pate hopped down from his perch atop Lumen’s sack and waded through the deep muck of jizz that covered his business. He staggered towards the front desk and picked up a speaking stone which he used to promptly call one of his main suppliers. A bored sounding voice came through on the other end.

                “You’ve reached Skohottentot’s Somethingorother Sundries. How may I direct your call.”

                “Tell your boss one of my clients had an extreme reaction to one of his salves,” Pate said.

                “Ok. Sure. I’ll tell him. What’s up?” the bored voice of the elf who worked the front desk droned on.

                “So, there’s a fairy here and when I tried to use the-” was as far as Pate got when suddenly there was a loud pop which accompanied the sudden appearance of a short figure decked out in a lumpy trench coat and far too many scarfs.

                “You did WHAT!?!?” Skohottentot screeched.

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[theradicalscrivener]

I have zero money in the bank rn. I probably should have changed the patrone tiers ages ago. It's been sitting at $1 since I started the thing ages ago. I think I should up that a bit.

Additionally, probably gonna have to take a few coms this month just to pay bills.

I'd been trying to figure ways to make more money on the side and short of taking yet another job while also going to school for my masters while also doing the CPA course while also working two jobs is just too much. I'm at the point where I'd pretty much have to give up writing altogether unless I make a little money off of it because there's just no time otherwise.

[theradicalscrivener]

What kind of underwear does Travis from “Acorn” wear now that he’s no longer hung like a horse ? Does he freeball instead ?

Nah. He doesn't freeball. Not usually, anyway. It depends on what kinda pants he's wearing. Standard jeans or something like that, he'll definitely want to wear Something just to keep his dicklet from getting chafed against the zipper. He might freeball at the gym if he's wearing something light and breathable. Loose, breezy gym shorts are great for showcasing the tiny nubbin of a bulge (not to mention if he's lying on his back and doing some kind of chest exercise like bench presses or free weights, he may shift and shimmy in place a bit to get comfortable which has the "unintentional side effect of causing the legs of his shorts to creep up his thighs and letting his dick pop free.

But back to the original point, if he's wearing something with a zipper or otherwise rough fabric that he doesn't want to deal with chafing, he'll usually wear something small like a tiny pair of briefs. Very low cut to showcase his hips when he takes off his pants. Or like a tiny string thong with only a postage stamp for a pouch. The goal is to prevent his tiny dick from getting hurt and to put on a good show when he strips.

[theradicalscrivener]

This question has been asked before but do you think you will ever continue Above Average?

I do want to. I keep saying I will. I have my notes for how I want it to go and how I want it to end, but I've been away from it for so long that I need to go back and re-read everything and reacquaint myself with the characters, and that is both incredibly time consuming and very daunting since that was so long ago. It's kinda hard to re-read old stuff.

I am pretty sure I mentioned this here before, but I kind of sidelined that project because I got a bunch of messages all around the same time that were stuff like "this story has gone on too long." "This should have ended after like five chapters." "Stop wasting everyone's time on something no one wants to read" Just a lot of that kind of thing, and it took a lot of the wind out of my sails so I took a step back to try new stuff and just haven't been able to get back into it.

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Big Changes: The Growth Drive

Troy's new condition has... a few drawbacks. Fortunately, the twins have a brilliant idea to mitigate some of those issues by monetizing the hell out of it! How much will they earn? How big will he get? How What could possibly go wrong?

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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“I-Is this thing on…?” Troy asked nervously as he tapped the mic on his headset.

“It’s working just fine!” Mike cheered.

“Yeah! Coming in loud and clear!” Ike agreed.

“So… we’re really doing this?” Troy asked.

“OF COURSE!” the twins cheered in unison.

“R-right…” Troy replied nervously.

“Now, now. No need to be shy,” Mike chided playfully.

“Just think of all the fans at home!” Ike added.

Troy blushed beet red at the thought. It was still hard for him to comprehend that he could have fans! It was so weird. Ever since his cock started growing, he had expected it to be a nuisance and a source of shame, but now… well, it was still a nuisance. He had a hard time getting around, especially when it started to swell, but it was now a source of… for lack of a better word, pride. Ever since he had started streaming and showing off his size online, there had been a surge of messages from people saying they thought he was so hot and that they loved how huge his cock was. There was also no small number of folks goading him on to get even bigger.

Troy was hesitant. Ever since he had let himself grow to truly massive sizes, it had become harder and harder to control. If he didn’t monitor his size and drain regularly, his cock could swell to the size of a 747. It felt amazing. The sheer euphoria of having such a massive, swelling cock often overrode his other senses. In the throes of ecstasy, Troy found himself wishing to get even bigger, but even as he surrendered himself to bliss, that doubt lingered in the back of his mind. The doctors had warned him. His size tended to taper off at his former max now, but if he did push the limits, he could exceed that size, and the larger he got, the harder it would be to maintain. The doctors had likened it to elasticity. Like a waistband that had been stretched too far. It would never be able to shrink back down to its old size.

His new baseline was so large that his softy was nearly as large as he was. His nuts dragged on the ground even at their smallest size, and his dick was in a similar boat. Even when draped over his nuts, the tip would rest on the ground. Every growth surge was a balancing act. There was a very real chance that if he let himself go too far, he would be once more rendered immobilized by his own cock and balls. And yet… even with that fear, it felt so good, and he had so many people cheering him on. It wasn’t just the twins now. The twins were still Troy’s constant companions, and he owed them everything. Without them he would have stayed a nervous shut in and never learned to love his cock, but now he had fans!

Troy was snapped from his thoughts when Mike lifted up his fingers and started to count down. 3… 2… 1…

“It’s showtime!” The twins cheered in unison.

Troy balked and stared at the camera. Suddenly he forgot everything he meant to say.

“Say the line!” Mike coaxed him.

“Gamers and gooners,” Ike mouthed silently.

“We’re still doing that? I’m not even gaming today?” Troy yelped.

“It’s your catch phrase!” Mike replied.

“But why is it my catch phrase? It didn’t even make sense the first time I said it!” Troy countered.

“Why mess with perfection,” Ike said with a shrug.

“How is it perfect!?” Troy whined.

“Your fans like it, and we’ve already gotten our first donations,” Mike replied.

“Wait, really!?” Troy yelped.

“Yeah. It was a big one too. Almost enough to cover the filming equipment,” Ike added.

“Looks like you’re going to have to hit at least ten feet on this stream,” Mike said with a smirk.

Wow… So fast! Troy was floored by this news. Not only did it mean that he was one step closer to his goal, but it meant that there were people out there who were willing to pay him to get bigger! When the twins had suggested they do this, Troy was skeptical to say the least.

“If we want to go on this vacation, we’ll need special accommodations, and in order to do that, we need money,” Mike had said.

“Lots of money!” Ike had added.

And so it was that they had concocted the plan for a live-streamed growth drive. Viewers would watch and chip in money, and for each goal they hit, Troy would let himself get even bigger. Troy hadn’t expected anything from it. He thought if they were lucky, they would break even on the filming equipment, but they had barely started and were already in the black!

“We’ve got more coming in!” Mike cheered.

“Alright! Fifteen feet and counting!” Ike added.

“Wait. So soon!?” Troy yelped.

“Yeah!” the twins cheered.

“What’s our max goal,” Troy asked.

“We don’t have one,” Mike replied.

“We set main goal as 200,” Ike replied.

“Dollar?” Troy asked.

“Feet!” the twins cheered.

“B-but… that’s my max!

It was over his max, if Troy was being completely honest. He didn’t have exact measurements, but most estimates put his max size at around one hundred and sixty give or take. Two hundred was going to shatter his old record, and that wasn’t even the max tier!

“I can’t go over two hundred!” Troy whined.

“That’s fine!” Mike said reassuringly.

“We’ll have more than enough to cover the trip by then,” Ike added.

“We’ll pull the plug on this whole thing when the time comes,” Mike added.

“Ok… Just so we’re clear…” Troy replied.

“Crystal Clear!” the twins cheered.

Suddenly, Mike perked up. “Oh! Another goal!” he announced.

“This one’s 50,” Ike added.

“F-fifty!?” Troy yelped.

“Yeah!” the twins cheered.

“But the last one was fifteen!?” Troy yelped.

“The size goes up with each tier,” Mike explained.

“Yeah. It wouldn’t make sense to only go up by five feet each time,” Ike added.

“We’re already at a quarter of our goal!” Troy replied.

Troy’s mind began racing. How much had they made? How quickly had it happened? He had only just begun to grow, and the audience was already expecting him to get so much bigger.

“Yeah. You’re going to have to hurry if you want to get up to the size the audience is asking for,” Mike said.

“H-hurry!?” Troy yelped. He glanced out at his cock and took stock of his size. He had grown significantly since they had started. He tended to grow faster when he got excited, and as much as he protested, he was very excited to be doing this. The thought of growing in front of a live audience was fascinating. He couldn’t believe that there were people that wanted to see this! He couldn’t believe that there were people who would pay to see this!

“One hundred!” Mike cheered.

“W-what!?” Troy sputtered. His cock was already larger than a van. It was quickly closing in on twenty feet. It was so huge that he was once more seated atop a schlong that he couldn’t straddle. The best he could do was sit cross-legged atop it, and yet it paled in comparison to the size that the donors were demanding.

“I-I can’t grow that fast!” Troy protested.

“Sure you can!” the twins cheered.

It was at this point that Mike flicked a switch which caused a pre-recorded message to play through Troy’s headset.

“Bigger!”

“Grow bigger!”

“We want to see you get huge!”

So many voices all cheering him on. They wanted him to get even larger! Who were they all? Troy didn’t recognize any of their voices.

“It’s your fans,” Mike explained.

“We had the record some encouragement,” Ike added.

The voices had a hypnotic effect. More and more voices flooded Troy’s mind urging him to grow and grow.

“I- I can’t…” Troy murmured a half-hearted protest.

“Sure, you can!” the twins cheered.

Troy tried to protest, but the voices were drowning out his own thoughts. As more and more voices cheered him on, it became harder and harder to differentiate where one voice ended and another began. It became harder even to figure out where his own internal monologue began. Try as he might to focus, soon even his own internal dialogue had joined the chorus.

“Bigger!”

“Get bigger!”

“Two hundred!” the twins cheered.

Fuck! They had hit their goal! Troy now had to exceed his old size to satisfy the crowd! But… he could afford to go a little over, right? It wouldn’t have that much of an effect. He should still be able to walk…

“That’s it, right? I just have to hit two hundred?” Troy asked.

“Unless you want to go bigger,” Mike replied.

“B-bigger?” Troy squeaked. It was hard even for him to tell if that squeak was of fear or excitement. The voices in his head were cheering him on, and he didn’t want to disappoint them, but he was already going to exceed his old limit.

“Yeah! We set extra goals in case you wanted to go further!” Ike replied.

“W-what goals…?” Troy asked.

“Well, we haven’t revealed them to the fans yet, but the next tier is three hundred,” Mike explained.

“T-three!?” Troy yelped.

Troy tried to protest. He tried to put his foot down. His cock was already so massive. It was like sitting atop a freight car. His dick was easily fifty feet long and still swelling. His nuts alone would eclipse his entire house had he not been so far in the countryside.

It was kind of a relief that they were so far from civilization. Troy had plenty of room to spread out. He could grow, and grow, and grow…

“Three hundred feet! That’s all!” Troy shouted.

“Three?” Mike asked.

“Are you sure?” Ike asked.

“W-what? I said two hundred. Didn’t I?” Troy asked.

“You said three!” the twins said in unison.

Troy shook his head. His brain was scrambled. As he got larger and larger not only did it feel better, but it got harder to focus. Numbers started to lose their meaning. Was there really that much difference between two and three? Like, they were right next to each other, right?

But this wasn’t just two or three. This was two or three hundred! One hundred feet is a huge difference! And yet, the more Troy tried to argue, the harder it was for him to concentrate.

“Bigger…”

“Get bigger!”

“Bigger for us!”

The voices continued their chant. Troy was already having a hard time focusing. He was having a hard time resisting the urge. He felt something deep inside of him urging him onward. It wasn’t just the fans craving something truly massive. There was some part of himself that wanted it too.

Troy tried to clear his head. He glanced around and tried to take stock of his situation. His cock was so huge, it seemed to stretch on forever in front of him. At what point did it stop mattering? It looked the same from where he was seated. The air was a little thinner to indicate that he was now higher off the ground, but how could he tell how large he was now? 

This caused a momentary disconnect in his thoughts. One half of his brain said that there was no need to go larger. He wouldn’t notice the size, but the other half, the louder half, the half joined by the chorus of pre-recorded messages, edged him on. Size was irrelevant. All that mattered was the bliss of growing!

“H-how large am I?” Troy murmured.

“Want to see?” Mike asked.

“Hmm?” Troy murmured.

The twins had been keeping a few feet of distance. They were standing atop Troy’s cock and keeping tabs on the goings on of the stream via their laptops, but now they crawled closer and sat on either side of Troy. Mike handed Troy a small, electronic device that looked a lot like a Switch console. It had a large central screen and joysticks on either side.

“It’s the drone feed,” Mike explained.

“I’ve got one too,” Ike added and showed Troy his controller.

“We’re getting footage of your cock from every angle!” Mike explained.

“Every… angle?” Troy yelped.

“Yep!” the twins cheered.

“Look here. I’ve got a feed going at ground level,” Ike said. He showed his controller to Troy. The device had a large screen in the center and control sticks on either side very similar in form and function of a Switch, but the image displayed would definitely not be allowed on any family friendly device. Rising above the tops of the trees was a massive pair of nuts and a huge, fat cock.

“That’s nothing. Check out the view from the front!” Mike added. He showed his controller to Troy and the view from his controller was even more surreal and obscene. Mike’s drone was hovering in front of Troy’s slit. The airborne camera was aimed straight down the gaping maw of Troy’s colossal cock.

“N-no way…” Troy murmured in awe as he stared down his own monolithic slit. It was like staring down a hallway. It looked like the drone could easily fly through those lips and not even bump the walls.

Troy’s brain tried to reconcile the two video feeds. He couldn’t believe that that was his! That was him!

“H-how big is it!?” Troy squeaked. He couldn’t quite tell if he was excited or freaked out. This was so much in more ways than one! Seeing it from this angle, seeing how it eclipsed the surrounding landscape, it was so hot, but it was too much… wasn’t it!?

The twins looked at each other, nodded, and clicked off their mics.

“We don’t know,” Mike said.

“Not for sure, anyway,” Ike added.

“W-what?” Troy squeaked.

“We knew your max was around 175,” Mike said.

“So, we told everyone that your max was 200,” Ike added.

“There’s no way to really verify it,” Mike replied.

“Yeah. It’s not like anyone is gonna scrutinize the video that hard,” Ike added.

“Yeah. It’s all in good fun,” Mike replied.

“We fudge the numbers a little,” Ike said.

“And everyone thinks you broke your old record,” Mike added.

“You lied!?” Troy yelped.

“No!” the twins said in unison.

“We gave everyone the correct info,” Mike replied.

“We just let them come up with their own conclusion!” Ike added.

“But… I…” Troy stammered.

“And… uh…” Mike mumbled.

“It’s not a lie anymore…” Ike added.

“W-what…?” Troy asked.

“You’ve broken your old record,” Mike said.

“By a lot,” Ike added.

“I got… b-bigger!?” Troy said as if in a daze.

As he said the word ‘bigger’ there was a surge of size through his cock and balls. The words from the recording echoed in Troy’s brain. It was as if the cheers of his fans were overwriting his own thoughts, undermining his own resolve.

As the fans continued to cheer, another voice mixed with the chorus. A very familiar voice – Troy’s own. He wasn’t speaking out loud, but his internal monologue had turned into a sort of mantra cheering him on… goading him on…

Bigger… Bigger… Bigger…

Troy struggled against his desire. He could feel his urge to grow turning into an almost pathological need. The constant swell felt fantastic. The constant cheer was intoxicating.

As Troy held one of the controllers in his hand, his fingers started to move as if they had a mind of their own. Troy stared in awe at the image on the screen. He could see the enormous, drooling slit of his colossal cock getting larger and larger and larger until the blackness covered the entire screen, but it wasn’t just his growth causing it. The drone that Troy now controlled was flying directly into the cavernous maw of his own cock.

As darkness completely enveloped the recording device, the automatic sensors kicked in causing the headlamps to turn on. Suddenly, the image on Troy’s screen shifted to a glistening, pinkish expanse of his own pre-slicked innards. This was his dick! He was inside his own cock!

On some level, Troy knew that he wasn’t physically inside his cock. This was a live-feed from a recording device. The drone was in his cock. Not him, but it was hard to reconcile this knowledge with his hormone addled brain. All he could do was stare in awe at the alien landscape before him. It was as if he was swimming through a pinkish cavern. The headlamps of the drone caused the viscous pre to shimmer all around, giving the livestream an opalescent quality.

“Bigger… Bigger… Bigger…” Troy murmured along with the voices in his head. His internal mantra had become an external chant.

The twins exchanged a worried glance. Troy had lost himself in growth before, but he seemed almost hypnotized tonight.

The twins nodded and went to work. Mike pulled the headset off of Troy’s ears, and Ike turned to address the camera.

“This is it folks! A new record!” Ike cheered. Yet despite his showboating his huge smile faltered slightly.

Mike gently patted Troy on the sides of the face to try and snap him out of his trance. “Come on. Come on. Having a ton of cash won’t help us if you’re too big to get onto the plane,” Mike said, but he didn’t appear to be getting through.

Mike turned to his brother and shouted, “Looks like it’s time for plan D!”

“Way ahead of you,” Ike replied as he stood up and quickly began pulling off his clothes. Mike nodded and quickly did the same. Soon, the twins were standing on either side of Troy with their fat cocks angled at Troy’s face.

Troy was still in a deep trance, but he was so horny that his body acted on its own. He reached up and gripped the twins’ fat cocks – one dick in each hand – and began stroking and licking at the tips. Troy alternated between kissing and licking one tip and then the other. The twins had to struggle to keep their footing. Their legs shuddered as they fought against their own arousal. This felt amazing, but they couldn’t afford to blow their load too soon.

“We… taught him too well…” Mike moaned.

“Fuck yeah…” Ike moaned, but it was unclear if it was a response to Mike’s comment or if it was in response to the way Troy was teasing his dick.

“Focus!” Mike hissed, but it was unclear even to him if the hiss was aimed at his brother, their mutual friend, or himself.

“C’mon… you must be so close to blowing at this point…” Ike cooed softly between shuddering gasps.

“Yeah… You’re already so huge…” Ike added.

“Imagine how good it will feel to cum…”

“Huge…” Troy murmured in reply.

The twins could feel the ground shudder beneath them as Troy’s cock had another surge of size.

The twins glanced at the second controller which was now lying on the thick skin of Troy’s swelling sack mere feet away. On the screen they could see Troy’s cock rising high above the trees.

How huge was he? How much bigger would he get? The air was already getting colder from the change in altitude.

The twins knew they needed to speed this up. The exchanged a quick glance and quickly did the mental rock paper scissors necessary to decide who did what. With their roles decided, they nodded silently to one another and took their positions.

Mike continued to face Troy and sat down atop Troy’s colossal cock. Mike’s legs were spread wide, and his own huge dick was standing straight at attention. Troy was too far gone to ask questions. He leaned forward so that he was down on his hands and knees atop his own cock and began sucking and stroking Mike’s huge dick.

Whether intentional or not, this pose caused Troy’s cute, bubbly butt to wave enticingly in Ike’s face. Ike licked his lips as he pondered prepping Troy a bit first, but Ike was already rock hard and dripping pre, and they were on a very tight timetable. Ike instead opted to go straight for the pound. He got down on his knees behind his buddy, lined his own huge, shuddered cock up with Troy’s tight, twitching hole, and began ramming.

Troy’s ass felt fantastic around Ike’s fat cock. Ike shuddered and moaned as he struggled against his own desire to cream. He almost came right then and there, but he knew that this wasn’t about him. They needed to make Troy bust and soon.

The twins quickly settled into a rhythm. Their hips rocked back and forth, causing their fat cocks to slide in and out of Troy’s tight ass and warm throat. Troy’s mouth was too full of cock to speak, but the twins doubted the moans of bliss would have been any different even had Troy’s mouth not been full.

The twins could feel Troy’s monolithic cock shudder and buck and lurch. It was clear that Troy was getting close to blowing his load, but it was also clear that he was still creeping up in size.

The twins couldn’t even fathom how large Troy’s dick was now. His cock had originally capped out at the size of a commercial jetliner, but now it was closer in size to the wing of an entire airport! His dick would dwarf a city block! His cock could eclipse a college campus! It was a good thing they were so far out in the countryside. Troy’s cock filled literally acres of the ground around him.

“Come on…” The twins moaned in unison. “Come on… It’ll feel so good to cum…”

Their voices echoed in Troy’s addled brain. His internal chant of “bigger… bigger… bigger…” steadily gave way to the sound of their voices chanting “cum… cum… cum…”

Troy’s whole body shuddered. His colossal cock bucked and lurched so intensely that the twins were nearly sent sprawling, but they managed to hold their position.

Troy leaned in and swallowed Mike’s cock down to the hilt. He could feel Mike’s huge nuts slap against his chin as he did so. He could feel Ike’s fat cock filling his ass. His whole body tensed up causing his throat and ass to clench down on the twins’ cock.

Mike and Ike moaned. Their bodies shuddered in time with Troy’s own, and all three of them let out a cry of bliss in unison as cum erupted from their cocks.

The three of them came again and again and again. The twins’ jizz filled Troy’s belly and butt while Troy’s colossal cock fired thick, sticky salvos of spunk into the countryside. With each massive, messy spurt, Troy’s cock and balls shrunk abruptly, but Troy was so huge and his ball so backed up that he came for what felt like hours.

His cock spurted and shrunk and shrunk and spurted. Jizz coated the countryside. A heavy layer of spunk dripped from the treetops, and still he kept cumming.

The twins were spent long before Troy was. They collapsed to either side of their pal and watched in awe as Troy’s dick continued to revert back to a more manageable size with each spurt.

Eventually, however, Troy’s spurting and shrinkage stopped leaving the three of them riding atop a cock the size of a freight car. The entire valley they had set up camp in was so thoroughly drenched in spunk that the twins couldn’t even tell how deep the lake of jizz was. Troy’s dick was floating in a thick mire of spunk that reached the canopy of the nearby trees.

“That coulda gone worse…” Mike murmured as he stared in awe at the flooded countryside.

“Not much worse though…” Ike added.

The twins looked around them in awe. White spunk covered the landscape as far as they could see. Uprooted trees floated atop the lake of jizz. Far in the distance the twins could see the tips of trees poking up past the surface of the lake of cum. No doubt these trees were outside the growth zone. Not only were they still upright, but the sheer weight of Troy’s colossal cock and balls had left a deep indentation in the countryside.

The trees stood maybe twenty feet tall. The fact that just the tips of them stood above the flood was a testament to just how much Troy had cum. He had no doubt filled the entire basin with jizz.

It was a good thing that they parked far away and hiked out here. Their truck should be fine. They had picked this area because it was a self-contained basin far from the hustle and bustle of society, but this also meant there was not an easy source of drainage for the lake of spunk. It would take days if not weeks for it to fully drain, and even once it did, the massive imprint of Troy’s cock would leave a permanent impact on the countryside.

Eventually, the twins had had enough of sitting around. The time for enjoying the afterglow was over. Now was the time for action. They exchanged a nod, and both began pacing along the length of Troy’s colossal cock. Eventually they managed to find large enough bits of flotsam that they could use as rudimentary oars and set to work paddling their massive, fleshy barge back to shore.

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Big Changes: The Growth Drive

Troy's new condition has... a few drawbacks. Fortunately, the twins have a brilliant idea to mitigate some of those issues by monetizing the hell out of it! How much will they earn? How big will he get? How What could possibly go wrong?

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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“I-Is this thing on…?” Troy asked nervously as he tapped the mic on his headset.

“It’s working just fine!” Mike cheered.

“Yeah! Coming in loud and clear!” Ike agreed.

“So… we’re really doing this?” Troy asked.

“OF COURSE!” the twins cheered in unison.

“R-right…” Troy replied nervously.

“Now, now. No need to be shy,” Mike chided playfully.

“Just think of all the fans at home!” Ike added.

Troy blushed beet red at the thought. It was still hard for him to comprehend that he could have fans! It was so weird. Ever since his cock started growing, he had expected it to be a nuisance and a source of shame, but now… well, it was still a nuisance. He had a hard time getting around, especially when it started to swell, but it was now a source of… for lack of a better word, pride. Ever since he had started streaming and showing off his size online, there had been a surge of messages from people saying they thought he was so hot and that they loved how huge his cock was. There was also no small number of folks goading him on to get even bigger.

Troy was hesitant. Ever since he had let himself grow to truly massive sizes, it had become harder and harder to control. If he didn’t monitor his size and drain regularly, his cock could swell to the size of a 747. It felt amazing. The sheer euphoria of having such a massive, swelling cock often overrode his other senses. In the throes of ecstasy, Troy found himself wishing to get even bigger, but even as he surrendered himself to bliss, that doubt lingered in the back of his mind. The doctors had warned him. His size tended to taper off at his former max now, but if he did push the limits, he could exceed that size, and the larger he got, the harder it would be to maintain. The doctors had likened it to elasticity. Like a waistband that had been stretched too far. It would never be able to shrink back down to its old size.

His new baseline was so large that his softy was nearly as large as he was. His nuts dragged on the ground even at their smallest size, and his dick was in a similar boat. Even when draped over his nuts, the tip would rest on the ground. Every growth surge was a balancing act. There was a very real chance that if he let himself go too far, he would be once more rendered immobilized by his own cock and balls. And yet… even with that fear, it felt so good, and he had so many people cheering him on. It wasn’t just the twins now. The twins were still Troy’s constant companions, and he owed them everything. Without them he would have stayed a nervous shut in and never learned to love his cock, but now he had fans!

Troy was snapped from his thoughts when Mike lifted up his fingers and started to count down. 3… 2… 1…

“It’s showtime!” The twins cheered in unison.

Troy balked and stared at the camera. Suddenly he forgot everything he meant to say.

“Say the line!” Mike coaxed him.

“Gamers and gooners,” Ike mouthed silently.

“We’re still doing that? I’m not even gaming today?” Troy yelped.

“It’s your catch phrase!” Mike replied.

“But why is it my catch phrase? It didn’t even make sense the first time I said it!” Troy countered.

“Why mess with perfection,” Ike said with a shrug.

“How is it perfect!?” Troy whined.

“Your fans like it, and we’ve already gotten our first donations,” Mike replied.

“Wait, really!?” Troy yelped.

“Yeah. It was a big one too. Almost enough to cover the filming equipment,” Ike added.

“Looks like you’re going to have to hit at least ten feet on this stream,” Mike said with a smirk.

Wow… So fast! Troy was floored by this news. Not only did it mean that he was one step closer to his goal, but it meant that there were people out there who were willing to pay him to get bigger! When the twins had suggested they do this, Troy was skeptical to say the least.

“If we want to go on this vacation, we’ll need special accommodations, and in order to do that, we need money,” Mike had said.

“Lots of money!” Ike had added.

And so it was that they had concocted the plan for a live-streamed growth drive. Viewers would watch and chip in money, and for each goal they hit, Troy would let himself get even bigger. Troy hadn’t expected anything from it. He thought if they were lucky, they would break even on the filming equipment, but they had barely started and were already in the black!

“We’ve got more coming in!” Mike cheered.

“Alright! Fifteen feet and counting!” Ike added.

“Wait. So soon!?” Troy yelped.

“Yeah!” the twins cheered.

“What’s our max goal,” Troy asked.

“We don’t have one,” Mike replied.

“We set main goal as 200,” Ike replied.

“Dollar?” Troy asked.

“Feet!” the twins cheered.

“B-but… that’s my max!

It was over his max, if Troy was being completely honest. He didn’t have exact measurements, but most estimates put his max size at around one hundred and sixty give or take. Two hundred was going to shatter his old record, and that wasn’t even the max tier!

“I can’t go over two hundred!” Troy whined.

“That’s fine!” Mike said reassuringly.

“We’ll have more than enough to cover the trip by then,” Ike added.

“We’ll pull the plug on this whole thing when the time comes,” Mike added.

“Ok… Just so we’re clear…” Troy replied.

“Crystal Clear!” the twins cheered.

Suddenly, Mike perked up. “Oh! Another goal!” he announced.

“This one’s 50,” Ike added.

“F-fifty!?” Troy yelped.

“Yeah!” the twins cheered.

“But the last one was fifteen!?” Troy yelped.

“The size goes up with each tier,” Mike explained.

“Yeah. It wouldn’t make sense to only go up by five feet each time,” Ike added.

“We’re already at a quarter of our goal!” Troy replied.

Troy’s mind began racing. How much had they made? How quickly had it happened? He had only just begun to grow, and the audience was already expecting him to get so much bigger.

“Yeah. You’re going to have to hurry if you want to get up to the size the audience is asking for,” Mike said.

“H-hurry!?” Troy yelped. He glanced out at his cock and took stock of his size. He had grown significantly since they had started. He tended to grow faster when he got excited, and as much as he protested, he was very excited to be doing this. The thought of growing in front of a live audience was fascinating. He couldn’t believe that there were people that wanted to see this! He couldn’t believe that there were people who would pay to see this!

“One hundred!” Mike cheered.

“W-what!?” Troy sputtered. His cock was already larger than a van. It was quickly closing in on twenty feet. It was so huge that he was once more seated atop a schlong that he couldn’t straddle. The best he could do was sit cross-legged atop it, and yet it paled in comparison to the size that the donors were demanding.

“I-I can’t grow that fast!” Troy protested.

“Sure you can!” the twins cheered.

It was at this point that Mike flicked a switch which caused a pre-recorded message to play through Troy’s headset.

“Bigger!”

“Grow bigger!”

“We want to see you get huge!”

So many voices all cheering him on. They wanted him to get even larger! Who were they all? Troy didn’t recognize any of their voices.

“It’s your fans,” Mike explained.

“We had the record some encouragement,” Ike added.

The voices had a hypnotic effect. More and more voices flooded Troy’s mind urging him to grow and grow.

“I- I can’t…” Troy murmured a half-hearted protest.

“Sure, you can!” the twins cheered.

Troy tried to protest, but the voices were drowning out his own thoughts. As more and more voices cheered him on, it became harder and harder to differentiate where one voice ended and another began. It became harder even to figure out where his own internal monologue began. Try as he might to focus, soon even his own internal dialogue had joined the chorus.

“Bigger!”

“Get bigger!”

“Two hundred!” the twins cheered.

Fuck! They had hit their goal! Troy now had to exceed his old size to satisfy the crowd! But… he could afford to go a little over, right? It wouldn’t have that much of an effect. He should still be able to walk…

“That’s it, right? I just have to hit two hundred?” Troy asked.

“Unless you want to go bigger,” Mike replied.

“B-bigger?” Troy squeaked. It was hard even for him to tell if that squeak was of fear or excitement. The voices in his head were cheering him on, and he didn’t want to disappoint them, but he was already going to exceed his old limit.

“Yeah! We set extra goals in case you wanted to go further!” Ike replied.

“W-what goals…?” Troy asked.

“Well, we haven’t revealed them to the fans yet, but the next tier is three hundred,” Mike explained.

“T-three!?” Troy yelped.

Troy tried to protest. He tried to put his foot down. His cock was already so massive. It was like sitting atop a freight car. His dick was easily fifty feet long and still swelling. His nuts alone would eclipse his entire house had he not been so far in the countryside.

It was kind of a relief that they were so far from civilization. Troy had plenty of room to spread out. He could grow, and grow, and grow…

“Three hundred feet! That’s all!” Troy shouted.

“Three?” Mike asked.

“Are you sure?” Ike asked.

“W-what? I said two hundred. Didn’t I?” Troy asked.

“You said three!” the twins said in unison.

Troy shook his head. His brain was scrambled. As he got larger and larger not only did it feel better, but it got harder to focus. Numbers started to lose their meaning. Was there really that much difference between two and three? Like, they were right next to each other, right?

But this wasn’t just two or three. This was two or three hundred! One hundred feet is a huge difference! And yet, the more Troy tried to argue, the harder it was for him to concentrate.

“Bigger…”

“Get bigger!”

“Bigger for us!”

The voices continued their chant. Troy was already having a hard time focusing. He was having a hard time resisting the urge. He felt something deep inside of him urging him onward. It wasn’t just the fans craving something truly massive. There was some part of himself that wanted it too.

Troy tried to clear his head. He glanced around and tried to take stock of his situation. His cock was so huge, it seemed to stretch on forever in front of him. At what point did it stop mattering? It looked the same from where he was seated. The air was a little thinner to indicate that he was now higher off the ground, but how could he tell how large he was now? 

This caused a momentary disconnect in his thoughts. One half of his brain said that there was no need to go larger. He wouldn’t notice the size, but the other half, the louder half, the half joined by the chorus of pre-recorded messages, edged him on. Size was irrelevant. All that mattered was the bliss of growing!

“H-how large am I?” Troy murmured.

“Want to see?” Mike asked.

“Hmm?” Troy murmured.

The twins had been keeping a few feet of distance. They were standing atop Troy’s cock and keeping tabs on the goings on of the stream via their laptops, but now they crawled closer and sat on either side of Troy. Mike handed Troy a small, electronic device that looked a lot like a Switch console. It had a large central screen and joysticks on either side.

“It’s the drone feed,” Mike explained.

“I’ve got one too,” Ike added and showed Troy his controller.

“We’re getting footage of your cock from every angle!” Mike explained.

“Every… angle?” Troy yelped.

“Yep!” the twins cheered.

“Look here. I’ve got a feed going at ground level,” Ike said. He showed his controller to Troy. The device had a large screen in the center and control sticks on either side very similar in form and function of a Switch, but the image displayed would definitely not be allowed on any family friendly device. Rising above the tops of the trees was a massive pair of nuts and a huge, fat cock.

“That’s nothing. Check out the view from the front!” Mike added. He showed his controller to Troy and the view from his controller was even more surreal and obscene. Mike’s drone was hovering in front of Troy’s slit. The airborne camera was aimed straight down the gaping maw of Troy’s colossal cock.

“N-no way…” Troy murmured in awe as he stared down his own monolithic slit. It was like staring down a hallway. It looked like the drone could easily fly through those lips and not even bump the walls.

Troy’s brain tried to reconcile the two video feeds. He couldn’t believe that that was his! That was him!

“H-how big is it!?” Troy squeaked. He couldn’t quite tell if he was excited or freaked out. This was so much in more ways than one! Seeing it from this angle, seeing how it eclipsed the surrounding landscape, it was so hot, but it was too much… wasn’t it!?

The twins looked at each other, nodded, and clicked off their mics.

“We don’t know,” Mike said.

“Not for sure, anyway,” Ike added.

“W-what?” Troy squeaked.

“We knew your max was around 175,” Mike said.

“So, we told everyone that your max was 200,” Ike added.

“There’s no way to really verify it,” Mike replied.

“Yeah. It’s not like anyone is gonna scrutinize the video that hard,” Ike added.

“Yeah. It’s all in good fun,” Mike replied.

“We fudge the numbers a little,” Ike said.

“And everyone thinks you broke your old record,” Mike added.

“You lied!?” Troy yelped.

“No!” the twins said in unison.

“We gave everyone the correct info,” Mike replied.

“We just let them come up with their own conclusion!” Ike added.

“But… I…” Troy stammered.

“And… uh…” Mike mumbled.

“It’s not a lie anymore…” Ike added.

“W-what…?” Troy asked.

“You’ve broken your old record,” Mike said.

“By a lot,” Ike added.

“I got… b-bigger!?” Troy said as if in a daze.

As he said the word ‘bigger’ there was a surge of size through his cock and balls. The words from the recording echoed in Troy’s brain. It was as if the cheers of his fans were overwriting his own thoughts, undermining his own resolve.

As the fans continued to cheer, another voice mixed with the chorus. A very familiar voice – Troy’s own. He wasn’t speaking out loud, but his internal monologue had turned into a sort of mantra cheering him on… goading him on…

Bigger… Bigger… Bigger…

Troy struggled against his desire. He could feel his urge to grow turning into an almost pathological need. The constant swell felt fantastic. The constant cheer was intoxicating.

As Troy held one of the controllers in his hand, his fingers started to move as if they had a mind of their own. Troy stared in awe at the image on the screen. He could see the enormous, drooling slit of his colossal cock getting larger and larger and larger until the blackness covered the entire screen, but it wasn’t just his growth causing it. The drone that Troy now controlled was flying directly into the cavernous maw of his own cock.

As darkness completely enveloped the recording device, the automatic sensors kicked in causing the headlamps to turn on. Suddenly, the image on Troy’s screen shifted to a glistening, pinkish expanse of his own pre-slicked innards. This was his dick! He was inside his own cock!

On some level, Troy knew that he wasn’t physically inside his cock. This was a live-feed from a recording device. The drone was in his cock. Not him, but it was hard to reconcile this knowledge with his hormone addled brain. All he could do was stare in awe at the alien landscape before him. It was as if he was swimming through a pinkish cavern. The headlamps of the drone caused the viscous pre to shimmer all around, giving the livestream an opalescent quality.

“Bigger… Bigger… Bigger…” Troy murmured along with the voices in his head. His internal mantra had become an external chant.

The twins exchanged a worried glance. Troy had lost himself in growth before, but he seemed almost hypnotized tonight.

The twins nodded and went to work. Mike pulled the headset off of Troy’s ears, and Ike turned to address the camera.

“This is it folks! A new record!” Ike cheered. Yet despite his showboating his huge smile faltered slightly.

Mike gently patted Troy on the sides of the face to try and snap him out of his trance. “Come on. Come on. Having a ton of cash won’t help us if you’re too big to get onto the plane,” Mike said, but he didn’t appear to be getting through.

Mike turned to his brother and shouted, “Looks like it’s time for plan D!”

“Way ahead of you,” Ike replied as he stood up and quickly began pulling off his clothes. Mike nodded and quickly did the same. Soon, the twins were standing on either side of Troy with their fat cocks angled at Troy’s face.

Troy was still in a deep trance, but he was so horny that his body acted on its own. He reached up and gripped the twins’ fat cocks – one dick in each hand – and began stroking and licking at the tips. Troy alternated between kissing and licking one tip and then the other. The twins had to struggle to keep their footing. Their legs shuddered as they fought against their own arousal. This felt amazing, but they couldn’t afford to blow their load too soon.

“We… taught him too well…” Mike moaned.

“Fuck yeah…” Ike moaned, but it was unclear if it was a response to Mike’s comment or if it was in response to the way Troy was teasing his dick.

“Focus!” Mike hissed, but it was unclear even to him if the hiss was aimed at his brother, their mutual friend, or himself.

“C’mon… you must be so close to blowing at this point…” Ike cooed softly between shuddering gasps.

“Yeah… You’re already so huge…” Ike added.

“Imagine how good it will feel to cum…”

“Huge…” Troy murmured in reply.

The twins could feel the ground shudder beneath them as Troy’s cock had another surge of size.

The twins glanced at the second controller which was now lying on the thick skin of Troy’s swelling sack mere feet away. On the screen they could see Troy’s cock rising high above the trees.

How huge was he? How much bigger would he get? The air was already getting colder from the change in altitude.

The twins knew they needed to speed this up. The exchanged a quick glance and quickly did the mental rock paper scissors necessary to decide who did what. With their roles decided, they nodded silently to one another and took their positions.

Mike continued to face Troy and sat down atop Troy’s colossal cock. Mike’s legs were spread wide, and his own huge dick was standing straight at attention. Troy was too far gone to ask questions. He leaned forward so that he was down on his hands and knees atop his own cock and began sucking and stroking Mike’s huge dick.

Whether intentional or not, this pose caused Troy’s cute, bubbly butt to wave enticingly in Ike’s face. Ike licked his lips as he pondered prepping Troy a bit first, but Ike was already rock hard and dripping pre, and they were on a very tight timetable. Ike instead opted to go straight for the pound. He got down on his knees behind his buddy, lined his own huge, shuddered cock up with Troy’s tight, twitching hole, and began ramming.

Troy’s ass felt fantastic around Ike’s fat cock. Ike shuddered and moaned as he struggled against his own desire to cream. He almost came right then and there, but he knew that this wasn’t about him. They needed to make Troy bust and soon.

The twins quickly settled into a rhythm. Their hips rocked back and forth, causing their fat cocks to slide in and out of Troy’s tight ass and warm throat. Troy’s mouth was too full of cock to speak, but the twins doubted the moans of bliss would have been any different even had Troy’s mouth not been full.

The twins could feel Troy’s monolithic cock shudder and buck and lurch. It was clear that Troy was getting close to blowing his load, but it was also clear that he was still creeping up in size.

The twins couldn’t even fathom how large Troy’s dick was now. His cock had originally capped out at the size of a commercial jetliner, but now it was closer in size to the wing of an entire airport! His dick would dwarf a city block! His cock could eclipse a college campus! It was a good thing they were so far out in the countryside. Troy’s cock filled literally acres of the ground around him.

“Come on…” The twins moaned in unison. “Come on… It’ll feel so good to cum…”

Their voices echoed in Troy’s addled brain. His internal chant of “bigger… bigger… bigger…” steadily gave way to the sound of their voices chanting “cum… cum… cum…”

Troy’s whole body shuddered. His colossal cock bucked and lurched so intensely that the twins were nearly sent sprawling, but they managed to hold their position.

Troy leaned in and swallowed Mike’s cock down to the hilt. He could feel Mike’s huge nuts slap against his chin as he did so. He could feel Ike’s fat cock filling his ass. His whole body tensed up causing his throat and ass to clench down on the twins’ cock.

Mike and Ike moaned. Their bodies shuddered in time with Troy’s own, and all three of them let out a cry of bliss in unison as cum erupted from their cocks.

The three of them came again and again and again. The twins’ jizz filled Troy’s belly and butt while Troy’s colossal cock fired thick, sticky salvos of spunk into the countryside. With each massive, messy spurt, Troy’s cock and balls shrunk abruptly, but Troy was so huge and his ball so backed up that he came for what felt like hours.

His cock spurted and shrunk and shrunk and spurted. Jizz coated the countryside. A heavy layer of spunk dripped from the treetops, and still he kept cumming.

The twins were spent long before Troy was. They collapsed to either side of their pal and watched in awe as Troy’s dick continued to revert back to a more manageable size with each spurt.

Eventually, however, Troy’s spurting and shrinkage stopped leaving the three of them riding atop a cock the size of a freight car. The entire valley they had set up camp in was so thoroughly drenched in spunk that the twins couldn’t even tell how deep the lake of jizz was. Troy’s dick was floating in a thick mire of spunk that reached the canopy of the nearby trees.

“That coulda gone worse…” Mike murmured as he stared in awe at the flooded countryside.

“Not much worse though…” Ike added.

The twins looked around them in awe. White spunk covered the landscape as far as they could see. Uprooted trees floated atop the lake of jizz. Far in the distance the twins could see the tips of trees poking up past the surface of the lake of cum. No doubt these trees were outside the growth zone. Not only were they still upright, but the sheer weight of Troy’s colossal cock and balls had left a deep indentation in the countryside.

The trees stood maybe twenty feet tall. The fact that just the tips of them stood above the flood was a testament to just how much Troy had cum. He had no doubt filled the entire basin with jizz.

It was a good thing that they parked far away and hiked out here. Their truck should be fine. They had picked this area because it was a self-contained basin far from the hustle and bustle of society, but this also meant there was not an easy source of drainage for the lake of spunk. It would take days if not weeks for it to fully drain, and even once it did, the massive imprint of Troy’s cock would leave a permanent impact on the countryside.

Eventually, the twins had had enough of sitting around. The time for enjoying the afterglow was over. Now was the time for action. They exchanged a nod, and both began pacing along the length of Troy’s colossal cock. Eventually they managed to find large enough bits of flotsam that they could use as rudimentary oars and set to work paddling their massive, fleshy barge back to shore.

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Trevor: The Gang Actually Makes it to the Pride Festival

Continuing with the joke set in part 1 of this trilogy. The title pretty much explains it all.

This was supposed to be just a short little epilogue, but... Things kept happening.

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“Oh. That’s cute!” the person running the stall said, gesturing towards Simon’s choker.

“I’ll tell him you said that,” Simon replied playfully.

The person running the booth did a bit of a double take and furrowed their brow. They clearly didn’t get the joke, but Simon was fine leaving things as is. Noah was already a bit overstimulated as is.

Simon waved goodbye to the seller, grabbed his bag, and turned to face the rest of his group. Ashton was standing there with a little guy on either shoulder. He was trying his best to act casual, but it was clear that he wasn’t used to being this exposed nor was he used to having not one but two tiny passengers.

“Thanks for looking after Trev. Too many people over there. I didn’t want him getting knocked loose,” Simon said.

“It’s fine. I’m not one for shopping, anyway,” Ashton said. He then gave a quick nod towards the full bag of swag that Simon was carrying. “Got what you were looking for?” Ashton asked.

“Oh, yeah. I got something for you while I was at it,” Simon replied.

Ashton began to roll his eyes, but before he could get too far into the motion, he felt a soft tap against the side of his jaw. Devon had given him a quick, sharp jab with his elbow to tell him to be on his best behavior.

Ashton let out a little sigh and said, “that wasn’t necessary.” It wasn’t clear if he was talking to Devon or Simon, but the response worked either way.

“Too bad. I did it anyway,” Simon said as he fished out a small, plastic-wrapped disk.

Ashton hesitantly accepted the item and glanced skeptically back at Simon. Simon gestured for Ashton to turn it over.

“It’s a patch. I saw it and thought it would look good on your jacket or maybe your bag. You seem to have a bunch of them so I thought you wouldn’t mind another,” Simon explained.

“Oooh. I love it,” Devon said. He was leaning so far over Ashton’s shoulder that he was in danger of falling off.

Ashton let out a soft ‘tch’ as he read the text: “Not gay as in happy. Queer as in fuck you.”

“Was that a chuckle?” Simon asked impishly.

“I think it was,” Trevor chimed in.

“It was not,” Ashton said flatly.

“He likes it. Don’t be fooled,” Devon said.

“We weren’t,” Simon and Trevor said in unison.

“Guys…” Ashton grumbled. There was a hint of pink on his cheeks that he desperately tried to hide, but he wasn’t fooling any of his friends.

“Feeling alright?” Trevor teased.

“He might need some water. It is pretty hot out here,” Simon chimed in, only half teasing.

“I’m fine…” Ashton grumbled, but he quickly shifted gears as his eye was drawn to a glint from the small bead on Simon’s choker.

“I’m worried about him, though…” Ashton said pointing to the bead.

“He’s probably better off than any of us,” Simon explained.

“He’s not cooking in there, is he? I figured he’d be like an ant under a magnifying glass,” Ashton replied.

“He’s about the right size,” Trevor quipped.

Simon winked at his little boyfriend and flashed a playful smirk to acknowledge Trevor’s joke, but he instead responded calmly to Ashton’s worries.

“Nah. The eggheads at the lab thought of that already, fortunately. It’s galvanized glass. Got a bit of tint to it, too. Kinda like sunglasses,” Simon said.

Ashton furrowed his brow as if he wasn’t fully buying it. “I haven’t heard from him in a while, so I was starting to wonder,” Ashton said.

“Oh, he’s just a little overwhelmed. Even I’m a little overwhelmed by all the people and I’m not… you know…” Simon replied and made the familiar hand sign to denote ‘tiny’.

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Ashton quipped.

Simon and Trevor stared at him with their jaws agape, but Devon just covered his mouth and chuckled.

“Was that a joke!?” Simon and Trevor gasped in unison.

“You guys act like I’m no fun at all,” Ashton grumbled.

“They just don’t know you like I know you,” Devon said while giving Ashton a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“To be fair, you’re usually a huge bitch,” Trevor commented.

“Only to you,” Ashton said and scowled at the little figure that was still riding on his opposite shoulder.

Trevor flashed him a cheeky grin, held his hand up as if pretending to gauge his own height and then shrugged. “I guess everyone is huge to me,” Trevor quipped.

Ashton groaned and rolled his eyes then shook his head as if he was giving up before once more turning his attention to Simon and the choker he wore. Ashton nodded towards the bead and said, “No, but seriously. Is he doing ok?”

“I think so, but it’s hard to see without taking it off. Want to check for me?” Simon asked. With that, Simon got up on his tippy toes and craned his head back to give Ashton and easy line of sight to the strip of fabric he wore on his neck, but even though Simon was standing as tall as he could, Ashton still stood a good head and some change taller.

Ashton knelt down and leaned in so close that his face was maybe an inch from Simon’s neck. Ashton reached up and ran a finger along the side of Simon’s throat and gently hooked the cloth of the choker on his fingertip. Even then, the figure inside the bead was so tiny that it was hard to make out any specifics. Ashton had to lean in even closer to the point where his nose was practically touching the nape of Simon’s neck.

As Ashton leaned in to inspect Simon’s passenger, a cheer erupted from the nearby crowd. It sounded like a canned audio bite from a sappy romantic sitcom. Ashton let out a grunt of annoyance, but he didn’t take his eyes away from the bead or the miniscule passenger.

“Just ignore them,” Trevor said with a chuckle.

“I’m trying…” Ashton grumbled.

“I think it’s cute,” Devon chimed in.

“You don’t mind that they think your boyfriend is giving me a hickey?” Simon asked playfully.

“I mean… I know he’s not, and it’s not like we haven’t done a lot more together,” Devon replied.

Ashton, however, was tuning out the banter. His gaze was focused intently on the figure in the bead. Noah was so tiny that Ashton could barely make out any of the guy’s features, but Noah seemed conscious, if nothing else. Noah was standing there with his palms pressed against the front of the glass. His whole body was shuddering like an anxious chihuahua on a cold day.

As Ashton watched the miniscule figure intently, Noah’s hand shakily lifted from the glass and towards the collar he wore around his neck. Noah gave the collar a few quick taps which caused everyone else on the group call to quick a short hiss of static in their ears.

“Uh… hi…” Noah stammered.

“Are you alright?” Ashton asked.

“Y-yeah… I. I just muted myself, and well. You all too, I guess,” Noah stammered.

“Feeling a bit overwhelmed?” Simon asked.

“That’s… that’s one way to put it…” Noah replied.

“Do you need to go back?” Devon asked.

“No! No way! Fuck! This is awesome! Everything’s so huge! Like, I don’t get to get out that much, and I was worried at first because I was thinking maybe I’d miss my old life and like maybe I would regret getting small and like maybe I would start thinking about what life would be like if I was still big but… but… I’ve never been to anything like this! Even when I was my old size. I never got out. I just… sat at home and studied or like worked on projects. I wasn’t even out before I shrunk! How wild is that! God. I’m gay as shit, aren’t I!? Why did I deny it so long! Rex always teased me about being in the closet, but I just… god. There’s so many hot dudes, and they’re all so huge. God. Do you think they know I’m naked? Do you think they know I’m like so bricked. Fuck. I wonder if we can talk one of them into holding me. Or maybe they can wear the choker, or maybe. Oh, wow. I don’t think you’ve ever held me like this, actually. You have nice eyes. I bet your hands would feel nice if I wasn’t in here, but… wow…” Noah sputtered.

“Yeah. You’re fine. You can mute yourself again,” Ashton grumbled.

“Be nice…” Devon chided playfully.

“Sorry. I’m rambling. I’m just… a little… well, I’m little. Like, wow. Everything looks so huge. I can’t stop thinking about how tiny I am. This is amazing,” Noah rambled.

“Ok. Ok. Deep breaths. Let’s get some shade. We’ll let you out. You probably need some water anyway if for no other reason than to recover all the fluid you’ve no doubt leaked onto the floor in there,” Simon said. His voice was a tone that was equal parts teasing friend and doting mother that he had perfected over the years.

“I… you’re right… I might have cum a little bit. Like… right when Ashton there picked me up, and like. A few times before that. And well…” Noah stammered.

“How do you cum so much?” Ashton said with an exasperated sigh.

“It’s honestly kind of impressive,” Trevor added.

“He must be making up for lost time,” Devon added.

Ashton stood back up. He was careful to keep his shoulders level as he did so. He had so much practice with Devon that it was easy by this point. The additional passenger didn’t even faze him.

“I’ll take Trevor back now,” Simon said, gesturing towards Ashton’s secondary passenger.

“Aww, but I just got the seat the way I wanted it,” Trevor pouted dramatically.

“I know, but I’m feeling a bit lonely without my favorite copilot,” Simon teased.

“Can’t argue with that,” Trevor replied. He hopped back up on his feet and held his arms out as if demanding a hug.

Simon reached out a hand. Trevor leapt from Ashton’s shoulder onto Simon’s hand and quickly darted across the length of Simon’s arm up onto his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Once Trevor was in position, Simon gestured towards a nearby clearing with open grass and plenty of trees. With that, he turned and made his way in that direction with Ashton and Devon following close behind.

As the crew made their way through the crowded venue, they had no shortage of people turning to look at them. Ashton and Simon were both hot guys, and the nearly nude shrunken dudes that both Simon and Ashton had on their shoulders turned a few heads as well. Even without their miniature boyfriends, it would have been hard to ignore Simon and Ashton as they took in the sights. Simon and Ashton both had plenty of bare skin showing. Their exposed bods glistened with a mixture of sweat and glitter-infused sunscreen, but the biggest draw was downstairs.

Simon’s huge python looked like it was struggling to escape from his overstuffed briefs. It was so huge that it pushed the front of his briefs away from his body causing the leg holes of his briefs to stretch, giving tantalizing glimpses of the huge, full nuts that rested within. His sausage was so thick and heavy that it pulled the waistband of his briefs down so low that the base of his cock was very nearly visible, but even though his whole dick was wrapped, it didn’t really hide much. His briefs stretched so taut across his cock that even the shape of the veins were visible through the fabric. His package was so huge and hefty that it swung and bobbed enticingly with each step he took, and the fact that Simon had a naturally bouncy gait just made the constant motion of his gigantic cock and balls even more pronounced.

 Meanwhile, Ashton’s tiny, low-rise briefs were little more than a micro-bikini. The entire upper half of his round, firm ass cheeks poked out above the waistband. His body was hot, and his ass was amazing, but Ashton’s little nubbin drew plenty of stares on its own. The tiny bit of fabric just accentuated how little he had in front. His briefs were so small and the front so tight that the shape and contours of Ashton’s tiny cocklet were clearly visible. Not only was the tent in his briefs remarkably small, but he was clearly rock hard the entire time. It was plain to see that he wasn’t a grower. He just really was that small.

Standing beside Simon, whose monster dwarfed even the porn stars who were posing at some of the nearby meet and greet booths, just accentuated how small Ashton’s dick really was. Ashton had expected this. He had fully braced himself to be teased or even openly mocked as he showed his stuff at the event, but to his surprise, the vast majority of the comments were ones of praise. He had received plenty of catcalls and even a few wolf whistles. The closest thing he got to actual insults were a few well-meaning but backhanded compliments. There was at least one guy who came up to him and cheered him on saying stuff like, “Wow. You’re really rocking it. If you can look that good with that then I have nothing to worry about!”

Each time someone made a comment like that, Ashton would do his best to politely accept the ‘compliment’ and move on. Fortunately, he had the calm, and soothing voice of his little boyfriend giving him encouragement in his ear. Simon and Trevor, too, were quick with a pick-me-up whenever Ashton’s bravado seemed to be faltering. Simon even looked ready to throw down with one or two guys on Ashton’s behalf, which, given that Simon was much shorter, much slimmer, and far less muscled, was an interesting sight in and of itself.  

Eventually, the crew made their way out of the crowd and into the nearby shaded park. Once they were safely out of the thick of it, Simon leaned in close to his friend. There was an impish smirk on his face as he shared a conspiratorial whisper with Ashton. “I knew you’d enjoy it,” Simon said. Even had Simon not given a sly glance towards Ashton’s pronounced stiffy, it would have been obvious what he was referring to.

“I still feel underdressed, but…” Ashton replied. Yet, despite his protests, he was clearly enjoying not just the crowd but also the feeling of being nearly nude in public.

“I was more referring to your additional passenger,” Simon said. His impish grin was now looking positively devilish.

Ashton tried to act like he hadn’t noticed Simon’s comment, but as Ashton quickly pulled his gaze away from Simon’s face, his eyes fell upon the small strip of fabric Simon wore around his neck. Upon seeing the tiny bead on Simon’s choker, and more importantly, the bug-size guy which now rode within it, Ashton’s brain flashed back to Rex.

“That’s nice too… I guess…” Ashton replied. Yet despite his efforts to remain casual, he was not fooling anyone.

Ashton had been trying to ignore the constant feeling of the sand-sized spec of a man who now rode in the folds beneath his foreskin, but the knowledge constantly nagged at the back of his mind. Every step he took, every time his dick would shift, every time Rex wriggled beneath the folds of Ashton’s foreskin, Ashton could feel the little guy in there. The constant reminder that he was smuggling a stowaway made it so that Ashton had never dipped below a stiffy. He had been fully rigid for the entire event.

Simon gently tapped Ashton on the shoulder to snap Ashton out of his reverie. “Come on. We should check on Rex since we’re all trying to cool off. Might as well see if he wants to watch the parade while we’re at it,” Simon said.

Ashton glanced around. The crowd in the park was less dense than the actual venue, but there were still several scattered groups of individuals.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Ashton asked.

“It’s fine. You’re not going to get in trouble,” Trevor chided.

“There were a buncha dudes fully naked at one of the tents, so I don’t think they mind nudity here,” Devon added.

“Yeah. If indecency rules were in effect, we woulda been in trouble ages ago,” Simon teased.

“This part of the event is all eighteen and up. That’s why they checked IDs at the gate,” Trevor explained.

“I… still haven’t updated mine… It still shows me as 5’8, but… I don’t think I’ll be driving anytime soon…” Devon murmured awkwardly.

“That isn’t what I was worried about…” Ashton grumbled.

“It’s fine. No one will even see it,” Simon replied.

Ashton narrowed his eyes menacingly. The intensity of his glare made Simon recoil slightly.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!” Simon protested.

“Touchy…” Trevor chimed in.

Ashton sighed and shook his head. “I know. I just… be quick about it, ok?” he said.

Simon guided Ashton behind a nearby tree, and after making a quick glance around to make sure they weren’t being watched, knelt down in front of Ashton, gripped the waistband of Ashton’s tiny, low-rise briefs, and gave them a quick tug. Ashton’s tiny, rigid cock quickly popped into view. His little cock glistened in the sun. The smell of sweat and pre was impressive. Ashton had been leaking pretty consistently for the entire time they had been checking out the venue.

Ashton glanced around to make sure nobody was watching. He noticed a few people glancing his way, but none of them seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.

“Hurry up,” Ashton hissed.

Simon merely chuckled and shook his head. He ran his finger along the length of Ashton’s short, shuddering cock. “You really do have a nice cock,” Simon cooed sweetly.

“Not the time,” Ashton hissed.

“It’s never a bad time to hype up your bros,” Trevor chimed in.

“And it is a nice cock,” Devon added.

“Just do it, already!” Ashton groaned.

Simon shrugged and shook his head. “Fine, fine… maybe you’ll be feeling more playful when we get back to the apartment,” Simon sighed.

Simon gripped the tip of Ashton’s tiny, shuddering cock between his thumb and forefinger. The second his fingers clamped down, Ashton let out a gasp. His body shuddered. His little cock lurched.

“Wow. You’re really worked up,” Simon commented.

“Just hurry,” Ashton hissed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Simon said dismissively.

He pulled down on Ashton’s foreskin, causing the spongy, pre-glistening head of Ashton’s little cock to spill into view. Ashton once more shuddered. A familiar hissing sound could be heard as he sucked in air through his gritted teeth, but Simon was too fixated on Ashton’s cock to comment.

“Hurry. Up.” Ashton hissed.

“Don’t rush me. He’s hard to see,” Simon grumbled.

Ashton groaned in horny frustration, but for the time being, he was letting Simon do his work.

Simon gripped the spongy tip between his thumb and forefinger and tugged at Ashton’s foreskin with his other hand. Ashton’s foreskin was pulled taut, but at that exact second, Ashton let out a gasp of shock, horror, and horny delight. He didn’t even have a chance to let out a warning. Ashton’s cock lurched hard, and a huge, thick, goopy rope of spunk shot forth and splashed Simon right in the face.

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry…” Ashton murmured apologetically between gasps.

Simon was laughing too hard to even playfully bitch Ashton out, but after a moment he managed to stop laughing enough swallow the wad of spunk that had gone into his mouth and choke out a response. “Haha. You really like hah having a passenger, huh?” Simon replied.

“It’s not like that…” Ashton grumbled.

“I think it’s a little like that,” Trevor teased.

“Does it really feel that good?” Devon asked.

“You wanna try it?” Trevor asked.

“I… don’t think that’s a good idea…” Devon murmured.

While the little guys were having their discussion, Simon fished some wet wipes out of his bag and quickly wiped the jizz from his face before it had time to cool and harden. Once he was sufficiently cleaned off, he once more turned his attention to Ashton’s little dick. Despite having just shot a huge load, Ashton’s dick was still rock hard and shuddering.

“Wow. Still got some life in it,” Simon mused as he once more knelt down in front of Ashton’s rigid dick.

Ashton was eerily quiet for a moment, but he eventually worked up the nerve to mumble, “It shouldn’t be a problem again… Sorry about that…”

“You’re actually quite cute at times, you know that?” Simon said with a chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Ashton growled.

“It’s fine. What’s a little jizz between friends. If anything, I’m flattered,” Simon teased.

“Just… just find the guy…” Ashton grumbled.

Simon once more gripped Ashton’s dick. This time, however, Ashton managed to keep his cool and his load. The previous cum shot had taken much of the edge off. Simon once more pulled the skin taut, causing the creases and folds in the inner lining to smooth and flatten enough that Simon could peer through skin for the mite-sized spec of a man that was his roommate.

Simon was probing and prodding Ashton’s dick for what felt like ages. Ashton was sure Simon was intentionally drawing this out to watch him squirm. Even though Ashton had just cum, he was so turned on and his cock was so sensitive that each time Simon tugged and tweaked Ashton’s little dick, Ashton sucked in a gasp through his teeth and his cock shuddered and lurched.

Eventually, however, Simon let out a triumphant “ah-ha!”

Simon stood up, holding his pointer finger aloft as if about to shout “eureka!” Neither Ashton nor his two passengers could see the guy, but it was clear from how relieved Simon looked that he had successfully tracked down their wayward roommate.

Simon reached up towards his choker with his free hand and clicked a small button on the side of the bead. Noah’s capsule popped open, but Noah made no effort to get out. Instead, the tiny guy held his arms out to catch the new arrival as Simon lifted his finger towards him.

Noah was so tiny that Noah’s fingertip was the size of a small house, but for Rex, Simon’s fingertip was the size of a mega mansion. Rex was so tiny that he wedged into the grooves of Simon’s fingerprint.

Rex sprung like a flee from Simon’s fingertip and into his brother’s arms. The brotherly banter was nearly instantaneous.

“You smell like a musty taint!” Noah whined into his mic.

“Jealous?” Rex teased. Rex didn’t have a mic of his own, but he was perched atop the mic on Noah’s collar causing his words to be broadcast to the rest of the group.

“N-no!” Noah sputtered defiantly, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“I don’t mind sharing. Plenty of room for you too down there,” Rex teased.

“S-shut up. I’ve been enjoying the festival,” Noah muttered defensively.

“Oh yeah? How was it? Did you see any hot guys? Or better yet, did any hot guys see you?” Rex teased.

“S-shut up…” Noah muttered.

“I bet you’d get a lot of attention if they knew you were there. Maybe you can talk Simon into wearing a sign. Maybe a -shirt that says ‘ask me about my bling’,” Rex teased.

“Should we… stop them?” Devon asked.

“It’s fine,” Trevor replied.

“Just mute them,” Ashton said.

“Give them a minute. They’ll wear themselves out,” Simon said.

“Honestly, I think Noah likes it,” Trevor added.

“What? No!? Shut up!” Noah whined defiantly.

“Why did you fish me out, anyway? I was having a blast!” Rex asked.

“We’re taking a break. Thought you might want one too,” Simon said.

“That was my break!” Rex laughed.

“Figured you get a little hot in there, so we wanted to make sure you weren’t dehydrated,” Trevor chimed in.

“Oh, it was hot alright! Hot! And sexy! And musky!” Rex cheered.

Ashton glanced over at the little figure still riding on his shoulder and asked, “My dick isn’t really smelly, is it?”

“Rex is just being Rex,” Devon said reassuringly.

“Ash! Hey! My man! You’re fit as fuck! Look at those muscles! You gotta work out!” Rex shouted.

“I use the gym on campus, yes…” Ashton replied.

“You gotta let me ride along on one of your sets!” Rex cheered.

“… this stopped being fun…” Ashton said.

“Yeah. That’s a little much even for you, Rex,” Devon added.

“Fiiiine. I’m just a little jazzed. Anyway, Simon, I love you. Your cock is the best, but variety is the spice of life,” Rex said.

“I wasn’t even worried. Honestly, you need more friends, but that’s a story for another time. How are you feeling? Do you need some air? I’ve got some water if you need it,” Simon said.

“Oh. Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt. It was wet in there. Like, humid as fuck, but I wouldn’t say there was much to really drink,” Rex said.

“I really liked it better when we couldn’t hear him,” Ashton muttered.

“We all did,” Devon said as he once more reassuringly patted Ashton’s shoulder.

It was at this point that a garbled message was loudly broadcast over the loudspeakers.

“Did anyone understand that?” Devon asked.

“No,” Trevor replied.

“But I can only assume they’re setting up for the parade,” Simon said.

“It’s about that time,” Ashton added, nodding towards a nearby, old timey looking clock which was mounted atop a lamp post.

“Great. Let’s get in position,” Simon said excitedly.

“Hell yeah!” Trevor cheered.

“Rex. You gonna watch with us?” Devon asked.

“Mannnn… I guess…” Rex grumbled.

“Good. You can ride with your brother,” Simon said.

“I’d rather ride in the cockpit!” Rex cackled.

“You won’t be able to see the parade there,” Trevor replied.

“If Ash keeps his dick out, I could,” Rex teased.

“I will not be doing that,” Ashton replied.

“Booriiinngg…” Rex grumbled.

“I’ll keep the mic muted unless we actually need something,” Noah spoke up.

“Oh, you are such a little bi-“ Rex started to say, but his comment was cut off when the line went dead.

Simon, Trevor, Devon, and even Ashton got a laugh out of this, but they didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy the moment. Another garbled message came out over the loudspeaker.

Simon nodded towards the main part of the festival where the parade route was set to go through. He flashed a quick, playful wink towards his tiny passenger, and then called out to Ashton and Devon.

“Race ya!” Simon shouted and then instantly turned and started to book it towards the parade.

“W-wait! That’s cheating!” Ashton shouted. He immediately tried to dash after Simon, but he didn’t even make it a full step before realizing that his briefs were still down around his thighs leaving his little semi to flop in the breeze. Ashton muttered a quick “shit” and pulled his briefs up before taking off after his friends.

Ashton was fit. He did a decent amount of cardio, but Simon was fast. It was clear that Simon knew what he was doing. He had the form and physique of a practiced sprinter. Ashton quickly realized that there was no chance in hell he was going to catch up and instead settled into a light jog. As he did so, he heard a soft chuckle coming from his side.

“What?” Ashton asked.

“You’re smiling,” Devon said.

“So…?” Ashton asked.

“I’m just glad you’re having a good time,” Devon said.

“Yeah… me too…” Ashton replied.

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Trevor: Pre-gayming

You tell 4(+?) horny bros in a room and tell them to get ready for a festival, there's gonna be some delays. (this chapter, is very smutty.)

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Simon’s apartment was small. It wasn’t a long walk from the entryway to the bedroom. In a matter of seconds, the party was standing beside Simon’s bed. Simon stepped forward and placed a hand against Ashton’s bare chest. With a playful shove, Simon pushed Ashton onto the bed.

Ashton was much taller and much stronger, but Simon had so much swagger in the bedroom that Ashton could do nothing but eagerly follow instructions. Soon, Ashton was flat on his back with both hands clutching his tiny boyfriend to his chest.

Ashton’s grip on Devon slowly relaxed. Devon could feel the rise of fall of Ashton’s chest. He could feel the tremble of excitement and arousal pulsing through Ashton’s body. Hearing and feeling how excited his boyfriend was got Devon excited too.

Devon glanced up at Simon. Simon had been huge for as long as Devon had known him, but seeing him like this was something else. Simon loomed over not just Devon but Ashton as well. Simon’s massive cock jutted out in front of him like a battering ram. Simon’s enormous nuts swung heavily between his thighs. Even just one of his nuts was bigger than Devon’s head. Hell, even just one of those nuts would be bigger than Devon’s torso, but Simon’s full sack was large enough that it could completely cover Devon’s entire body. Somehow, just the mere thought got Devon so hot and bothered that his whole body shuddered, and his cock lurched.

Simon held his hand out for Trevor to climb aboard and then reached his hand out towards Devon. Devon looked on in confusion for a moment, but as Trevor leapt from Simon’s hand, Devon’s instincts kicked in. Devon reached out and caught Trevor in his arms as the tiny figure leapt towards him.

It was a surreal experience seeing Trevor like this. It wasn’t the first time that Devon had seen Trevor naked since they had both been shrunk. After all, Trevor was almost always naked, but feeling Trevor’s nude body against his own naked flesh was something else entirely. Trevor was little bigger than a teddy bear in Devon’s arms, but that was about where the comparison to a plush toy ended. Trevor’s fit bod and fat cock were very clearly adult and very clearly masculine. He was only a quarter of Devon’s own height. Yet, despite Trevor’s size, he was so buff and so hung that Devon could only marvel at how hot he was.

“I always thought you were cute, but dayum!” Trevor said playfully.

“W-what?” Devon yelped.

“What do you mean, what? You’re hot as hell, and your cock is amazing!” Trevor said.

“I … uh… thank you…” Devon murmured awkwardly.

“It’s literally as long as my leg. This is crazy,” Trevor said.

“He’s right. You are very handsome,” came Ashton’s voice through the collar that Devon still wore.

Devon was blushing so bright that his face was beet red. He raised his hands to cover his face, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. His cock was rock hard.

Simon climbed onto the bed and straddled Ashton’s midsection. His heavy balls hung so low that they rested atop Ashton’s abs. His huge cock jutted out in front of him so far that the shadow from his massive cock fell over the pair of tiny dudes atop Ashton’s chest. The head of Simon’s cock jutted past Ashton’s collar bone. Pre dribbled from the tip of his dick and onto Ashton’s chin.

As Simon locked eyes with Ashton, Simon’s impish smirk returned in full force. “You know…” Simon said as if musing out loud. His gaze drifted from Ashton towards the two little guys that were resting on Ashton’s chest. Trevor glanced up. The two lovers locked eyes. In that instant there was an unspoken understanding, and Trevor’s own smirk spread into an impish grin to match Simon’s own.

“You’re our guests here,” Trevor said, adding to Simon’s prior comment.

Neither Devon nor Ashton knew how to respond. Fortunately, Simon had the situation well in hand. Simon leaned in so close that for a second Ashton thought he was going in for a kiss. Simon was so close that his chest pressed down atop the two smaller guys resting atop Ashton’s pecs, gently sandwiching the two between the much taller men. All the while, Simon’s huge, pre-drooling cock pressed down against Ashton’s abs.

Even though Ashton could no longer see the beast, he could sure feel it. He could feel the heft of Simon’s nuts resting right above the defined V of his Adonis belt and the weight of Simon’s thick cock stretching from below his naval up past his top row of abs. Simon’s cock was so huge that head of it reached all the way to Ashton’s pecs. The pre-drooling tip of Simon’s huge cock oozed pre onto the pair of tiny guys who were lying atop Ashton’s chest.

Simon held that position for a moment as he locked eyes with Ashton. The intensity of his stare mixed with the weight of his cock and the force of his personality made Ashton light in the head. Simon was so much shorter than him, but Simon had so much confidence and swagger that Ashton could do nothing but await Simon’s next suggestion.  

“You two just sit back…” Simon said seductively.

“… and let us take care of you,” Trevor added without missing a beat.

Devon and Ashton were both too stunned to respond. All they could do was lie there in shock as Simon planted a kiss on Ashton’s lips and slowly began to kiss a path down Ashton’s neck, down Ashton’s chest, until his lips came upon the small figure of Devon who was resting between Ashton’s pecs. Simon gave Devon a huge kiss on the cheek. His lips were so huge that they nearly covered Devon’s entire head.

Simon reached down and scooped Devon up into his hands. As he did so, Trevor quickly scrambled off and leapt onto Ashton’s chest. Ashton looked up, and as his eyes fell upon his little lover being carried away in another man’s hands, his protective nature flared up.

“Wha-wait!” Ashton shouted.

Simon flashed a smile that was so sweet and so disarming that Ashton immediately felt silly for his outburst.

“He’ll be fine. I’ll give him right back,” Simon said playfully.

“Yeah, and you’ll be busy with me in the meantime,” Trevor added.

Ashton glanced down at the tiny figure that stood atop his chest. Trevor was tiny, far smaller than Ashton. He was even far smaller than Devon. Yet despite his tiny stature, Trevor looked completely sure of himself. He stood there with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed up with pride.

As Trevor scrambled across Ashton’s pecs and across Ashton’s abs, the ground beneath his feet began to slowly incline. Ashton was slowly propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch as the tiny figure scampered across his body.

The whole thing was so surreal. Ashton had sort of gotten used to the feeling of Devon crawling over him even though, on some level, Ashton understood how strange it was for a person to be only half a foot tall, but Trevor was only a quarter of Devon’s size. Trevor’s footfalls felt unnaturally tiny even for Ashton. Watching someone who was so tiny that they had to sprint across Ashton’s torso like it was a soccer field was just so jarring that Ashton couldn’t help but watch in awe.

Soon, however, Trevor was scurrying across Ashton’s groin and rushing straight towards Ashton’s rigid boner. Trevor stood there for a moment and gave an appreciative whistle as he stared up at Ashton’s cock. Trevor was a hair shy of two inches tall, but Ashton’s dick wasn’t that much bigger. Trevor stood eye level with the clump of skin that clustered around the underside of Ashton’s puffy cockhead.

As great as the view was, Trevor didn’t feel like he could do much from this angle. He quickly scurried forward, sidestepped Ashton’s cock, and stepped forward onto Ashton’s big, full sack. Ashton tensed up instinctively as he felt Trevor’s feet step down on his nuts. He had expected it to hurt, but Trevor was just so light that Ashton barely even felt it. There was just a hint of pressure where Trevor’s feet pressed against Ashton’s nuts. The problem now, however, was that Ashton could no longer see his tiny partner. Trevor was hidden completely behind the shaft.

Ashton propped himself up even further. He slowly shimmied back until he was seated upright with his back against the headboard. He was now staring directly down at his own cock and the little guy who had pressed his whole body against it. Ashton watched in awe as a tiny pair of arms threw themselves around his cock. It looked like Trevor was trying to hug his dick the size of an oak tree. Ashton’s cock was thick enough that Trevor’s arms couldn’t even wrap all the way around. His fingers only reached a little over halfway around the shaft.

Trevor quickly threw himself into the task of pleasing his towering friend. Trevor was tiny, but Trevor had plenty of experience pleasing dicks far larger than Ashton’s, and Trevor was never one to back down from a challenge. Besides, Ashton had a nice dick, and Trevor wanted to make sure that Ashton felt both appreciated and hot as hell.

However, as Trevor rubbed his body and ground his dick against the puffed up, sensitive ridge along the underside of Ashton’s cock, Ashton’s hand began to drift downwards as if acting of its own volition. Ashton hadn’t even really meant to do it, but the feeling of the tiny figure against his dick felt so good that Ashton found himself stroking his dick without thinking about it.

Ashton usually subscribed to the two fingers and thumb grip. His dick was so short that if he added more fingers to the mix there wouldn’t be any additional shaft left to stroke, but as his fingers gripped down, he could feel the tiny form of Trevor against his fingertips. Upon feeling Trevor’s body wriggling in his grasp, Ashton had a moment where the realization about what he was about to do hit him. He was about to pull back his hand, but before he could, he heard Trevor’s voice coming in over his earpiece.

“Do it. I’m tougher than I look. This’ll be fun for both of us!” Trevor cheered.

Ashton balked for but a moment, but even before his brain had accepted what he was about to do, his fingers began to once more curl around his cock. Ashton supported Trevor’s tiny body with his two fingers and pinned the little guy against the underside of his cock. Feeling the tiny, squirming form of his friend writhing against his dick made the hairs on the back of Ashton’s neck stand on edge and his dick lurch with excitement. This was weird. This was wild. How could he possibly be considering this? Yet, even as some part of him tried to talk him down from this, he could feel Trevor’s rigid dick rubbing against his own oversensitive cock.

“This… won’t hurt you, right?” Ashton asked, but even as the words were coming out of his mouth, his hand was settling into a steadily quickening motion.

Trevor was only able to get a few words out at the apex of each stroke. “I’ll… let you know… if it does…” He gasped.

Ashton’s whole body trembled with excitement and anxiety. This felt so good. It was so hot. Why was he so turned on by the thought of using a little guy like this? Yet, despite how good he felt, he didn’t dare lose himself. He was riding a dangerous line. Some dark part of him was urging him to go harder, and even though Trevor claimed he was fine, Ashton would never be able to forgive himself if he hurt the little guy.

As Ashton stroked his dick with the little guy along for the ride, Trevor soaked in the atmosphere. The smell of cock and sweat flooded his nostrils. With each gasp for air, Ashton’s pre flooded into Trevor’s mouth. Trevor was getting filthy and loving every second of it.

Ashton was trying to hold back both the intensity of his strokes and the need to cream. His body shuddered. His hips bucked. His cock lurched. Sweat dripped down his brow. He wanted to let loose, but his desire to protect his friend kept him from completely surrendering to the excitement and the arousal. Still, it didn’t take him long to burst. He was so horny going into this experience and the added feeling of Trevor’s tiny body writhing against his cock just made him even hornier.

“O-oh… fuck…” Ashton gasped. He wished he could have said something cooler or lasted longer, but he was in no position to make demands. His cock lurched hard in his grasp. A long, thick rope of cum shot forth. The spray of jizz arced into the air and hit him right in the face. Ashton was so shocked by the sheer intensity of his climax that he couldn’t even keep his grip of his dick. His hand went slack, sending Trevor tumbling backwards.

Ashton’s cock shuddered and lurched a few more times. Each spurt was weaker and waterier than the last. With each weakening shot, the spray of jizz launched up and splashed against his body hitting first his face, then his shoulder, then his chest, and eventually splattering against his abs. The last few spurts were so weak that the jizz splashed down around his still rigid cock. Ashton felt spent, but despite how much he had just cum, his dick was still rock hard. He was just too turned on that he couldn’t even come down from his climax!

Trevor fell backwards onto Ashton’s nuts before rolling off and landing in the space between Ashton’s thighs. The smell of Ashton’s cock was impressive, but here, beneath Ashton’s tight nuts and puffy gooch, the smell of sweat was even more intense. It was so hot that Trevor felt close to cumming at any second, and as Ashton’s spurting steadily died down, trails of jizz began to ooze down the insides of Ashton’s thighs and onto Trevor’s tiny body.

Meanwhile, Simon looked down at the small form of his friend, Devon, and smirked. “I guess we’re swinging today,” he said playfully.

“I… I guess so…” Devon replied. His face was beet red with a mix of both excitement and uncertainty. Ashton was right here with him, so it wasn’t cheating. If anything, it was the two couples enjoying each other’s company, but Devon still felt weird doing it with someone else. Before meeting Ashton, the only person Devon had fooled around with was Rex. Now, Devon was involved in a four way with his boyfriend and two best friends!

As awkward and uncertain as Devon was, Simon did not seem deterred in the slightest. If anything, Devon looked so cute that Simon felt even more excited to have some fun with the guy. Simon smiled down at the little figure in his hand and gently ran his fingertip along the underside of Devon’s chin, down the nape of Devon’s neck, and down the length of Devon’s chest and abs before coming to a rest atop Devon’s cock. Devon’s dick was just a hair less than an inch. It was so small that Simon could eclipse Devon’s entire package under his fingertip. This disparity was not lost on either of them. Simon’s already impish smirk spread wider as he rubbed his fingertip against Devon’s cock.

“You’re so hard. You must really love how huge my cock is, huh?” Simon teased playfully as he continued to rub Devon’s tiny dick.

Devon tensed up. He let out a soft gasp. “It’s… well… I mean…” Devon stammered awkwardly through the haze of arousal.

Simon stopped rubbing Devon’s dick. He pulled his hand back and looked down at the little figure that was resting atop his palm. The impish grin from his face had vanished and was replaced by a look of calm concern.

“Is everything alright?” Simon asked.

“Yes! I mean. I just… I guess I got a little overwhelmed… sorry…” Devon murmured softly. It was a good thing that his mic had a tendency to pick up his words even when he was speaking quietly. Simon could hear him perfectly fine.

Simon chuckled softly and shook his head. “You’re fine. I have a couple of roommates who love it when I play up how huge it is.  I guess I got a little too used to the roleplay,” Simon said.

“You… you aren’t upset that I kinda killed the mood?” Devon asked.

“Not at all. I would rather you let me know if you’re uncomfortable before anything bad happens,” Simon explained.

“Thanks… and… sorry…” Devon murmured.

“Don’t apologize. I want you to feel safe. If you need to take a break, we don’t need to do this,” Simon said.

“I…” Devon began to say. He looked torn. It wasn’t that he wanted to stop. He just was a bit overwhelmed, but eventually, Devon managed to work through his thoughts enough that he managed to say, “I still want to… I mean… if you’re up to it…”

Simon’s smile returned to his lips, but this time there was none of the swagger and sass from earlier. Simon’s smile was soothing, and sweet, and welcoming.

“I see that you’re the type that reacts well to a gentler touch. I’ll keep that in mind going forward,” Simon said. He once more ran his finger gently down Devon’s chest, across his tummy, and down to Devon’s still-rigid cock.

As Devon writhed in Simon’s hand, Simon’s playful smirk spread wider and wider until he had a huge, playful Chesire Cat Grin. He pulled his finger back and then gently passed Devon from one hand to the other, flipping the little guy over in the process.

Devon managed a “whuh?” as he was rolled over onto his belly, but that was the most he could muster. He found himself lying across Simon’s palm. His dick was pressed hard against Simon’s skin. Devon’s face and arms poked past the upper edge as if he was lying atop a massage table.

“You’re a bit bigger than Trevor. This is hard to do with him, but I think you’ll enjoy this,” Simon said.

Devon was about to ask what Simon was talking about, but before he could, he felt two of Simon’s fingers press down against his ass – one fingertip per cheek. Simon moved his fingers apart which caused Devon’s ass to spread wide. Simon took a second to admire how cute Devon’s butt was and how hot the tight little hole looked nestled between those bubbly buns.

Devon let out a gasp as he felt the tip of Simon’s tongue tease the space between his cheeks. Devon was already beet red and fully boned, but somehow feeling the giant’s warm, wet, firm tongue brushing against the sensitive flesh between his cheeks cause his face to burn brighter and his dick to stiffen further.

“W-wait!” Devon tried to call out, but his words only came out as breathy gasps. Despite Devon’s attempts at protests, his hips were rocking of their own volition causing his dick to dig into and grind against the supple flesh of Simon’s palm.

Devon was not used to having his ass played with like this. He had only been eaten out by Rex, but that felt like a lifetime ago, and Rex was so forceful that it almost hurt. It was so surreal that this man who loomed over Devon like a skyscraper could be a thousand times more gentle than someone Devon’s own height, but Devon was instantly hooked on the sensation. Simon’s tongue was so large that it could eclipse Devon’s entire ass, but Simon was just using the tip. The warm, wet, wriggling muscle filled every inch of space between Devon’s cheeks and then some.

Devon could feel it massaging the inside of his ass cheeks and teasing his hole. Simon’s tongue even massaged Devon’s puffy gooch with each wriggle. It felt fantastic! Devon’s skin broke out in goosebumps which somehow made his crack and hole even more sensitive. Simon’s tongue against his sensitive skin drove Devon wild. His whole body shuddered with excitement and delight. His cock bucked and lurched with joy and arousal.

Simon continued to tease Devon’s hole. All the while the sounds of not just Devon’s cries of bliss but Trevor’s and Ashton’s as well filled his ears. He loved making his friends feel good. He loved how their voices sounded in the throes of orgasm. He just wished it could last a little longer, but he could already feel the warmth spreading across his palm as cum gushed from Devon’s cock.

Simon pulled back and stared down at his handiwork. His smile returned to his face in full force. Devon was shuddering and gasping from the intensity of his orgasm. Devon was letting out whines between his pants that sounded like the beginnings of a sentence, but Simon could not make out the words. Simon did, however, have an idea of what Devon might be trying to say.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get to have my fun too. Besides, you wanted to experience my cock up close, right?” Simon asked. His voice was so flirty that Devon shuddered in anticipation despite how spent he felt.

Simon set his little friend down atop Ashton’s chest. Devon found himself once more nestled between the mounds of Ashton’s small but firm pecs. The surface beneath Devon was wet with sweat and sticky with cum. Ashton had cum so much across his own chest that now Devon was getting coated in cooling jizz.

Simon took another quick glance at Ashton and Devon. The two lovers looked both spent and psyched up. They had both already cum but were both looking on expectantly at Simon. Simon turned his attention away from them for a moment – just long enough to reach down between Ashton’s thighs and scoop up his own little lover.

“I think you finished your partner faster than I did,” Simon said playfully.

“I have plenty of practice!” Trevor cheered.

“Indeed, you do. I might have to start calling you the Giants Layer,” Simon teased.

“All in a day’s work,” Trevor replied. Despite lying in the palm of his lover’s hand, Trevor still managed to puff up his chest and looked cocksure and hardy.

“The work’s not over yet,” Simon said.

“Put me in, coach. I can do it!” Trevor replied.

“I will… in fact, I have just the spot for you,” Simon said.

Trevor didn’t bother asking what Simon had in mind. He trusted Simon’s judgement, and the mystery was half the fun. With that, Simon reached forward and tilted his hand causing his tiny lover to slide off his palm and into Devon’s awaiting arms.

Simon was on his knees straddling Ashton atop the bed. Simon wasn’t nearly as tall as Ashton, but the angle made him look enormous, and the sheer size and scale of Simon’s cock just made the view even more impressive for the three guys that now laid atop the bed staring up at Simon.

Simon leaned forward. As he did so, his dick began to dip closer and closer to Ashton’s chest. Soon the tip of his dick was pointed at Ashton’s jaw. His hefty nuts rested solidly atop the two tiny guys that rested atop Ashton’s chest.

“You know… we were all in the bath before you showed up,” Simon said. He had a playful smirk on his face, but something about the tone of his voice implied there was a deeper meaning to his little comment.

“Are you worried we’ll have to clean up again after this?” Ashton asked.

“I’m not worried about that. I was just stating that this is not, in fact, a four-way,” Simon said. His already playful grin spread wider. Ashton didn’t know what Simon was implying, but he could practically feel Simon’s excitement. Whatever Simon had percolating in that brain of his got Simon even hornier. Simon’s already rigid cock gave a couple hard lurches of excitement. The already steady drip of pre ramped up into a constant flow.

Ashton didn’t know what to say. All he could do was lie there and stare up at Simon. Simon merely shrugged playfully and then reached down and stroked his fat cock. Simon’s dick was so huge that there was plenty of room for both hands along the shaft, but despite this, he only used one hand to work the shaft while the other rubbed the pre-drooling slit of his huge cock. Soon, Simon’s fingers were laminated in pre. Simon took a pre-slicked finger and slipped it beneath the thick layer of foreskin that bunched up around the base of his cock. His finger dug deep. Ashton could see the bulge of Simon’s finger beneath the layer of tight flesh. Even through the haze of hormones and arousal, Ashton couldn’t help but wonder what Simon was doing. It was as if he was digging – as if he was feeling around for something.

Eventually, Simon pulled his finger out. He got down lower so that he was now seated atop Ashton’s midsection and leaned in close. His huge cock eclipsed both Devon and Trevor. The two tiny men were pinned under Simon’s fat hog as Simon leaned in so close that his nose nearly touched Ashton’s own.

“Say hello to my roommates,” Simon said playfully as he held his pre-soaked finger up to Ashton’s face.

Ashton’s gaze instinctively shot to Simon’s fingertip. What he saw made his heart skip a beat and his cock give a lurch. Pinned to Simon’s fingertip like flies in honey were two miniscule figures.

“They had to take their mics out for the shower, and I didn’t have time to get them put back on when you showed up… but… between you and me, I’ve been kind of enjoying the quiet,” Simon said playfully.

Ashton had never seen these guys up close like this before, so he didn’t recognize their features, but he didn’t need to. There were only two people who were that size – Noah and Rex. Ashton’s jaw dropped and his cock ached. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and a haze of arousal.

“I already have a seat in mind for Noah, but I was thinking that Rex could use a change of scenery,” Simon said as if thinking to himself.

Ashton didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know what to think. He could feel his boyfriend lying atop his chest, pinned between Ashton’s own pecs and Simon’s thick cock. He could feel the rhythmic rocking of Simon’s hips as Simon ground his cock against both of the tiny men. Through the earpiece that Ashton wore, he could hear the gasps and pants of excitement and orgasmic bliss shared by Devon and Trevor beneath Simon’s massive cock. The sounds of their cries pushed Ashton closer to a precipice that Ashton had been avoiding for as long as he had known his new boyfriend.

Simon playfully gave Ashton a boop. As Simon’s hand pulled away, Ashton felt something stuck to the tip of his nose. It wasn’t just pre. There was something solid there too. Something tiny, no bigger than a fly.

Ashton tried to get his thoughts and arousal under control, but there was something exciting about feeling the nearly imperceptible weight of a tiny guy resting atop his nose. He couldn’t even fathom how tiny Noah was. Ashton had had zits bigger than this guy. Noah was so small and so light that Ashton had to constantly remind himself that the thing he felt atop his nose was a person and not a fly or even a gnat.

Simon pulled his hand back and glanced at the thick layer of pre that coated his finger. He pressed his thumb and forefinger together and squeezed the shining, viscous fluid, and as he pulled his fingers apart, he watched the single, nearly microscopic figure that was now suspended in the glistening liquid.

Simon once more leaned in close. As he did so, he ground his cock firmly against Ashton’s chest, bringing the full weight of the beast down upon the two tiny men that writhed and moaned in ecstasy beneath it.

Simon once more held his fingertip close enough to Ashton’s face that Ashton could see the spec of a man suspended in pre atop Simon’s fingertip. Ashton watched in horny fascination as the pre atop Simon’s fingertip steadily began to ooze downward, forming into a small bead in which Rex floated.

Ashton felt dizzy. A mix of confusion and excitement and arousal and fascination raged within him. Ever since he had met Devon, he had asked himself, ‘did he just like Devon as a person, or was there some part of him that was excited by the idea of a dude so much smaller than himself?’ Now, as he watched the spec-sized form of Rex slowly descend from Simon’s fingertip, Ashton knew that the answer was both. He loved Devon. He enjoyed the time they spent just chatting and hanging out, but also, there was another part of him that was fascinated by what he was seeing. Ashton would have continued to spiral as he intently watched Rex’s nearly microscopic form descend from Simon’s fingertip, but Ashton was forcibly snapped back to the present by what Simon said next.  

“Rex loves to ride down below, and between you and me, I love how it feels to have him down there. You should try it. I imagine it’d be hard to feel small when your cock is the size of a city to someone else,” Simon said. His voice was barely above a whisper, but he was so close that Ashton could hear him loud and clear even without the air of the earpiece.

Ashton’s mind flashed to an image of Rex atop his own dick. Rex, a small speck. A man smaller than a gnat. A man as small as a grain of sand, standing atop Ashton’s rock hard cock. Even the bead of pre oozing from the tip of Ashton’s shuddering dick would be far larger than that little guy.

Simon was right. The mere idea of seeing someone so small that they could literally be swallowed whole by Ashton’s dick was exciting and intoxicating. Ashton didn’t want to admit it to Simon or even to himself, but his body wasn’t going to let him keep it a secret. The image flashed into Ashton’s brain for but a second. It was a mere moment, but that momentary lapse in control was all it took. Ashton let out a moan. His short cock shuddered and lurched, and then thick ropes of spunk began spurting forth. Despite having just climaxed mere moments before, Ashton came again and again. Ashton wished that he could say that a climax like this was rare, but when he and Devon fooled around, he tended to get so worked up that he came buckets each time.

God, he really was into this, wasn’t he? Ashton didn’t know if he should admit it to himself, let alone his boyfriend, but on some level, he felt like Devon already knew.

As Ashton’s entire body trembled and his dick spurted, Simon could feel warm, wet jizz splash against his lower back. More than that, however, Simon could feel the two smaller forms of Devon and Trevor writhing beneath his fat cock and could hear their cries of orgasmic bliss coming through his earpiece. No doubt Trevor and Devon had joined Ashton in their climax.

Feeling a job well done, Simon pulled his hand back and looked at the spec still suspended on his fingertip. “I told you he’d be into it,” Simon said to the minuscule figure before reached down and once more slipping his finger under the layer of foreskin the clung to the base of his cock head. With Rex safely secure, Simon was free to have his own fun.

Simon sat back and stared down at Ashton. Ashton was already spent. He had stopped cumming and was just gasping for air as he tried to calm his libido and clear his head, but Simon hadn’t yet had his relief. Fortunately, Simon didn’t need much more pushing to get him over the edge.

Simon leaned forward so that he was once more straddling Ashton’s body. He was so close that his lips nearly touched Ashton’s own. Simon had one hand propping himself up and the other around his huge, thick cock.

“My turn,” Simon moaned breathily as he stroked his fat cock.

It didn’t take long. Simon didn’t even try to fight it. After a few quick pumps, he let out a contented moan and huge, thick salvos of spunks splurted from his cock and splashed down atop Ashton’s chest and face. Ashton’s face was soon coated in cum, as was his chest and the two little dudes who rested atop it.

Ashton’s chest was already splattered in his own jizz. It was a huge load by Ashton’s standard, but it was nothing compared to Simon’s. In a single shot, Simon’s jizz eclipsed not only Ashton’s own, but the two tiny figures that lay atop his chest.

Simon came again and again. Each shot further coated his three friends… four friends, considering that Noah was now also in the splash zone. The bug-sized bro was quickly buried under a thick, tar-like layer of spunk. With each spurt, Simon pumped more and more hot, thick spunk onto his friends, further drenching the quartet in cum. Soon, however, even Simon was spent. He let out a contented sigh and flopped over onto the bed beside Ashton.

For the next several minutes, the guys all just laid there basking in the afterglow. Ashton and Simon lay side by side. Devon and Trevor laid atop Ashton’s chest which rose and fell rhythmically with each heavy breath. Noah clung to the tip of Ashton’s nose, surrounded on all sides by spunk and sweat, and deep under the layer of Simon’s thick foreskin rested the tiny form of Rex. Eventually, however. The afterglow faded and the guys caught their breath.

“That was fun…” Simon said breathily.

Ashton was having a hard time responding. He was having a hard time even thinking. That was intense. He had cum so much and so hard that his nuts still felt a bit sore.

Simon rolled over and gave Ashton a playful pat on the cheek. “Come on,” Simon said. “We’ll have to get cleaned up if we want to catch some of the festival.”

Ashton’s jaw dropped. He had gotten so caught up in the moment that he had forgotten the whole reason he and his boyfriend had come over here in the first place!

“Y-yeah. Let’s go,” Ashton said.

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Trevor: The Gang Prepares for the Pride Festival

I got the idea to do a fic of the Trevor characters going to Pride during the last week of July, but I didn't want to rush it, so it ended up suuuuuper late. This fic went through several iterations and rewrites. It also ended up so long that I felt it worked better to break it into chunks.

The premise is exactly what the title says. Ashton and Devon arrive at Simon's apartment as the group prepares to check out the sights.

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                Upon hearing a knock at the door, Trevor piped up and said, “I’ll get it!”

                “I can’t believe you still think that’s funny,” Simon said with a sigh and an eye roll.

                “You still laughed,” Trevor replied.

                “That wasn’t a laugh. It was a groan,” Simon replied.

                “Agree to disagree,” Trevor replied.

                Simon didn’t continue their banter. Instead, he turned his attention towards the new arrival. Simon cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, “It’s open! Just come in!”

                There was a pause. Simon waited for a second to listen for the sound of the door opening, but he heard no such thing.

                “I think he’s a vampire,” Trevor said.

                “Worse. He’s ‘cool’,” Simon said with a sigh. Simon reached a hand down for his little live-in boyfriend to clamber aboard and lifted Trevor to his shoulder. Once Trevor was in position, Simon quickly grabbed the pair of briefs he had set out and trotted towards the doorway to open it for their new arrival. As he did so, he muttered under his breath, “at least with a vampire they would come in when you invite them instead of waiting for you to open the door for them…”

                Upon reaching the door to the apartment, Simon swung the door open and looked right at their new guest. As Simon stared up at the new arrival, he let out an exasperated sigh and said, “I’ve told you repeatedly! You don’t need to knock! You’ve got your own key! You’re an honorary housemate! Just come on in whenever!”

                The new arrival was too stunned to speak, and not just because Simon had laid into him. Simon was standing there with his briefs in his hand and not a stitch else of clothing. Simon’s impressively fat foot-long and hefty pair of nuts dangled heavily between his thighs. Ashton was usually good at playing it cool, but even his cheeks were turning red with arousal, which was to say nothing of the stirring in his briefs.

                “Just being polite,” Ashton grumbled. He turned his head away as if scoffing, but his eyes continued to angle down at Simon’s exposed monster.

                “I told you, you should just have gone in. It’s less polite to reject his hospitality,” came Devon’s voice through the receivers that they all wore.

                Ashton glanced at the small figure to his side. Devon was perched like a parrot on a pirate atop Ashton’s left shoulder. At seven inches tall, Devon was tiny compared to his towering boyfriend, but even Devon was massive compared to Trevor, who stood less than two inches.

                “Hey, Dev!” Trevor called out excitedly. He waved with both arms at his friend. Devon clocked him and gave a friendly wave in reply.

                “Oh, nice fit. Glad to see you dressed for the occasion,” Simon said as he too looked at the small figure.

                “Thanks! I made them myself,” Devon said. He puffed up his chest and straightened his back as if modeling his attire from his perch atop his boyfriend’s shoulder. The colors were garishly bright, almost as if they had been colored with a set of highlighters. He had a bright pink visor with a bright pink crop top, an equally garish and equally short cropped yellow jacket, hot pink short shorts, and yellow shoes and gloves. He looked like he was trying to channel his inner Jubilee but somehow even brighter and thottier.

                “It’s all hi-vis fabric. You know, like they wear at constructions sites and whatnot. I wanted him to be easily visible in case we get separated somehow,” Ashton explained.

                “Yeah, and this is my first time going to one of these things, and I kinda figured that… if I’m going to be trying to be seen anyway… I may as well… you know…” Devon stammered. He looked so excited a second ago, but his façade quickly crumbled. His face was turning almost as pink as his crop top as the blood rushed to his cheeks.

                “It’s a good look on you!” Trevor cheered.

                “Yeah. Your first time can be a bit nerve-wracking, but once we get there, I’m sure you’ll relax in no time,” Simon added.

                “And at least you’re actually wearing something…” Ashton grumbled.

                “You’re… you’re not actually going to go like that, are you?” Devon asked. He too was having a hard time not staring at Simon’s impressive hose.

                “I have some standards,” Simon replied with a playfully exasperated sigh.

                “I’m in favor of him letting it hang,” Trevor said.

                “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten tired of it,” Simon teased.

                “No such thing as too much of a good thing,” Trevor replied playfully.    

                “Are you guys going to be flirting the whole time?” Ashton asked.

                “Yeah. Probably,” Trevor replied.

                “These events get me excited. I can’t help but show everyone how in love we are,” Simon added.

                “Maybe you could show a little less…” Devon said. He was trying very hard not to stare at Simon’s exposed monster, but his eyes kept drifting back to that massive cock.

                “More like A Lot less…” Ashton grumbled. He too was trying not to stare at Simon’s cock and was similarly failing at doing so.

                “I’ve already got an outfit picked out. Don’t worry about that… although… you should probably change too,” Simon said.

                “Me?” Ashton asked. Ashton was dressed the same as he always was – beat up jacket, torn jeans, and heavy soled boots. Ashton moved his head as if rolling his eyes, but his eyes refused to roll. They were still fixated on Simon’s exposed sausage.

                “Yes, you. You’re going to go out dressed in all that?” Simon asked.

                “At least I am dressed,” Ashton grumbled.

                “Yeah, yeah. Bitch all you like,” Simon teased.

                “We all know you haven’t stop staring from the second you walked in,” Trevor added.

                “You don’t even look at mine that way,” Devon chimed in, adding onto the teasing.

                “That thing’s bigger than you are!” Ashton protested.

                “Relax. You’re allowed to look,” Simon said with a laugh.

                Ashton looked like he was about to counter with something snarky, but he stopped himself at the last second. Instead, he settled for a dismissive, “tch.” Simon smirked playfully but didn’t continue his teasing. Instead, he shifted gears and once more focused on Asthon’s attire.

                “I get that that’s your whole aesthetic, but we’re in a record heat wave. Layers and black denim are a fast track to heat stroke,” Simon said.

                “Yeah, and your face is already looking pretty red. Sure you didn’t get overheated on the way here?” Trevor teased.

                “Even I was getting a little hot, and I wasn’t even walking,” Devon said.  

                “Enough about the heat…” Ashton grumbled.

                “You should listen to him. I think you’ll be more comfortable in something lighter,” Devon said.

                “I’ve got some clothes you can borrow, if you want,” Simon said.

               “I’m fine with what I got,” Ashton grumbled.

                “At least see what he’s got. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t find anything you like,” Devon said and gently patted Ashton’s shoulder.

                Ashton grimaced slightly before saying, “I doubt he has anything that will fit me.” But given the way his eyes kept darting towards Simon’s exposed, swinging meat, it was clear that he wasn’t worried about the clothes being too tight.

                Devon was quick to pick up on this and let out a thoughtful, “hmmm…”

                “What are you ‘hmmm’ing about?” Ashton asked.

                “There’s going to be a lot of guys out there in just their briefs. Why don’t you do that?” Devon replied.

                “Absolutely not,” Ashton said.

                “Why not? You look so good in them!” Devon asked.

                “You know why,” Ashton grumbled.

                “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal of it. It’s bigger than I am,” Trevor replied.

                “Not by much…” Ashton grumbled.

                “A lot of guys like the look of a little one. I think you’ll be a hit there,” Simon said.

                “That’s rich coming from you…” Ashton said.

                Simon shrugged in apparent defeat and said, “I’m just saying, I’ve seen it. I think it looks great. You’re a hot dude. You should flaunt it.”

                “Yeah, dude. It’s a nice cock,” Trevor added.

                Ashton began to once more roll his eyes, but he stopped and glanced over at his boyfriend when he felt Devon gently place a hand on his shoulder.

                “I think you should do it,” Devon said sweetly.

                Ashton seemingly went through the five stages of grief in just as many seconds. He winced at the suggestion, then sighed, then seemed to mull it over, and then shook his head in defeat.

                “I’ve got some clothes you can borrow if you don’t want to, but either way, you should change out of what you’ve got on. At the very least let me rub some sunscreen on you,” Simon said.

                “Oohhh. You’re gonna love the stuff we got,” Trevor said excitedly.

                “Hmm?” Devon asked while Ashton simultaneously raised an eyebrow curiously.

                “We have normal sunscreen if you want it. I just got some of that glitter stuff because I thought it would be fun,” Simon said.

                “Oh! You got that sparkly sunscreen!?” Devon said. He seemed so excited that his eyes practically lit up.

                “You want some? There might be enough to for you too,” Trevor teased.

                Devon turned to his boyfriend and really turned on the puppy dog eyes and asked, “can I?”

                Ashton was taken aback. He glanced over at his tiny boyfriend on his shoulder and sputtered, “Why are you asking me? You don’t need my permission. Wait. Why do you think I’d even say no?”

                “I… don’t know. It just seemed the right thing to do, and you are being a bit combative,” Devon said with a shrug.

                “I’m not being-!” Ashton began sputter, but that’s as far as he got. His eye twitched, and he let out an annoyed grunt.

                “Are you ok?” Devon asked.

                “No… I mean. Yes, but also no…” Ashton grumbled.

                Devon scooted along Ashton’s shoulder until he was close that his body was touching the side of Ashton’s face. Devon leaned his head against Ashton’s cheek and sweetly whispered, “What’s wrong?”

                “The whole reason I am going to this thing is because you wanted to,” Ashton said.

                “Do you not want to go? You don’t have to,” Devon said.

                “No. That’s not what I meant. I wanted to go to this to see you having a good time, but…” Ashton said. His voice began to trail off at the end as he struggled to find the right words for what he was thinking.

                “But…?” Devon asked, but then his eyes suddenly went wide, and he gasped in shock. “Oh!”

                “Look. I agree that I shouldn’t go dressed in this. I also… don’t… not want to do what you suggested and just wear my briefs,” Ashton murmured.

                “But you’re having trouble pushing through that mental block to do it,” Devon finished.

                “And me getting so up my own ass is bringing down the mood…” Ashton grumbled.

                “I also wanted to go to this to see you having a good time,” Devon said.

                “I’m really bringing down the mood, huh,” Ashton asked.

                “Not at all! What I’m saying is, I want you to be comfortable! If you’d be happier staying in, I’d be happier not seeing you miserable!” Devon exclaimed.

                “We don’t even have to go to whole event. The parade isn’t for a few hours. If you feel more comfortable, we can hang out here, and when the parade comes by, we can just go to the balcony and wave as they pass by,” Simon suggested.

                “No. I want to go,” Ashton said.

                “Then you should go ahead and strip,” Trevor said.

                Ashton turned his attention to the tiny figure on Simon’s shoulder and narrowed his eyes, but despite the intensity of his glare, Trevor merely rolled his eyes and dismissively waved it off.

                “We’ve all seen you naked here. Get nude. Get comfy,” Trevor said.

                Ashton was taken aback, but it was Devon who vocalized what he was thinking. “Nude!?” Devon squeaked.

                “Yeah. You’re going to strip down anyway. Why not go full Monty,” Trevor said.

                “It’ll help with putting the sunscreen on, too,” Simon added.

                Ashton’s glared at Simon and Trevor. His eye twitched slightly, but he suddenly let out a sigh and his body language drooped significantly. “No. You’re right,” he said.

                “Oh! You’re going to do it!?” Devon asked excitedly.

                “Yeah… yeah, I guess I will,” Ashton said.

                “I know you’re high-strung. Which is why it’s best to slowly ease into it,” Simon said.

                “Yeah. Let it hang with your friends!” Trevor cheered.

                “Hang.” Ashton scoffed. His eyes once more darted towards Simon’s exposed, swinging monster.

               Devon placed a small hand gently on Ashton’s cheek to give him moral support. Ashton glanced down at the small figure on his shoulder and flashed a small, nervous smile before raising his leg and undoing the laces on his shoes. Ashton had gotten so used to doing this with a tiny passenger that his shoulder barely even dipped as he untied one shoe and then the other. Soon, both shoes were loose enough that he could step out of them. Next, Ashton began to take off his jacket. Ashton and Devon had done this maneuver enough that Devon knew how to hop to Ashton’s exposed bit of shoulder as he removed the jacket. Ashton felt Devon touch down against the nape of his neck. Devon was too close for Ashton to turn his head and look at him, but Ashton still managed to mutter towards his boyfriend, “your friends are weird. You know that?”

               “Yeah. And you’re one of them,” Devon said sweetly.

               Ashton let out a groan of defeat, rolled his eyes, and then pulled his shirt up and over his head. Devon pressed himself close to the side of Ashton’s neck to avoid getting caught up in the shirt. Ashton set the shirt aside with the rest of his clothes and stood there. It took him a moment to steel his nerves, but despite his misgivings, shimmied his jeans down his legs and kicked them off, adding them to the pile of his other clothes. Ashton was now clad in nothing but his briefs. He stood there for a moment trying his best to act casual, but his cheeks were burning bright red in spite of himself.  

               “Oh, those are cute!” Simon cheered.

               “Yeah! It’s a good look on you!” Trevor agreed.

               “See? I told you they’d like it!” Devon added.

                “It’s not like I wear these for them…” Ashton grumbled, but despite his protests, his cheeks were turning pinker and the small but pronounced bulge of his rigid cock shifted as his dick gave a lurch of delight. There was a pronounced wet splotch forming on the tip of his bulge as pre began to seep through the fabric.

                “Then take them off!” Trevor teased.

                Ashton once more groaned, but the annoyance in his voice was gone. Getting out of his clothes had helped him to unwind significantly, and his annoyance was replaced with good-natured amusement. He reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and began to push them down along his hips. He paused for a second as the waistband hit the base of his cock. He simultaneously felt stressed out at the thought of showing his dick but also felt silly at his own embarrassment. This wouldn’t be the first time any of them had seen him naked, and it wasn’t like his briefs were hiding anything.

Ashton took a second to steel himself then took a deep breath and pushed his briefs the rest of the way down. His rigid thumb-sized stiffy popped into view. Trevor let out a cheer. Simon gave an appreciative whistle, and Devon clapped happily from his perch atop Ashton’s shoulder. Ashton’s face was burning bright red. His brow was furrowed. His lips were pursed, but those who had learned to read the small changes in his facial expressions recognized the seeming pained look on his face as a furtive grin.

                Ashton stepped out of his briefs and added them to the pile of clothes on the nearby couch. He stood there for a moment unable to decide what to do next. Ashton was amazed at how hard he was. Sure, Simon was hot, and Simon’s cock was amazing, but there was more at work than just that. Ashton usually only liked being naked with Devon, but they were boyfriends. They had become very comfortable with each other’s bodies in the last few months. Ashton never really thought of himself as one who liked to show off – especially given how little he had to show, but he actually liked the way he felt with his friends looking at him. They all seemed genuinely excited to see him show his stuff.

                Ashton’s body trembled and his dick shuddered as he fought an internal battle. Part of him still felt he should cover up. He still felt awkward and exposed even though his friends were there to cheer him on, but he also felt incredibly turned on. His dick was the hardest it had ever been. He was already leaking pre.

                Ashton’s hand kept hovering close to his crotch. He was fighting an active battle with himself to not cover up, but that was only part of the problem. He felt bad leaking like this onto Simon’s floor.

                Simon stepped forward and gently grabbed Ashton’s hand. “It’s fine. These floors are easy to clean, and you’re not the first one to get cum on them,” Simon said sweetly.

                Simon was several inches shorter than Ashton. He stood about eye level with Ashton’s pecs. Ashton had to look down to meet Simon’s gaze, but as Ashton’s eyes drifted lower, his gaze went past Simon’s eyes and fell once more upon the impressive specimen that was swinging between Simon’s legs.

               Simon’s cock was incredibly when it was soft, but it was rapidly growing and hardening. Ashton could feel Simon’s semi pressing against his thigh. The look and feel of Simon’s cock was maddening. Ashton felt bad getting so worked up especially with his boyfriend mere inches away, but Devon didn’t seem to mind. If anything, Devon was enjoying the view as well.

                Simon’s dick looked amazing from Ashton’s perspective, but it looked phenomenal from Devon’s. Simon’s dick was bigger than Devon’s whole body! Devon could barely wrap his head around how huge it must be. On some level, Devon understood why Rex loved such huge cocks. As much as he loved Ashton’s and his cute little dick, just thinking about what it would look like to see a cock that filled his entire field of vision got Devon hot under the collar.

                “Man… what would that look like up close…?” Devon murmured softly to himself.

                Simon’s gaze shifted from Ashton’s to the small figure on Ashton’s shoulder. Simon’s smirk spread wider into an impish Cheshire Cat-like smile. “You’re welcome to try it anytime you want,” Simon said.

                Devon gasped. How did he forget that the collar could pick up anything he said! He instinctively clasped his hand over his own mouth to stop himself from accidentally saying anything else stupid.

                “You know… we’ve got a lot of time before the parade…” Trevor said. There was an impish tone in his voice that matched the smile on his boyfriend’s face.

                “Yeah, and I don’t think any of us our going to be ready to go out in public until we take care of these,” Simon added. As he said so, he ran his fingers along the underside of Ashton’s short, stiff little cocklet.

                Ashton understood the implication instantly, but he couldn’t bring himself to act. He just stood there, stiff as a board in both posture and penis. Trevor was quick to redirect the invitation, however. 

                 “Hey, Dev. You’re the only one here who still has his clothes on,” Trevor said impishly.

                “Hmm? Oh? … Oh!” Devon gasped. He was trying to take his eyes off of the lurid view below him. He could see Simon’s cock swelling rapidly, and he could see his boyfriend’s own dick shuddering excitedly against Simon’s fingers.  

                “Well… he’s already dressed for the event,” Ashton said in a half-hearted attempt to redirect the tone of the conversation. However, Devon seemed eager to pick up what Trevor was putting down.

                “Yeah, but I want to get some sunscreen on me too,” Devon replied. He was trying to play it cool, but it was clear from how red his face was that he was as turned on as anyone else.

                Ashton glanced over at the small figure on his shoulder. His furrowed brow and pensively pursed lips seemed to be asking Devon for permission. Devon merely nodded and smiled in reply before he too began disrobing.

                Devon kicked off his shoes, sending them falling to the ground far below. He had hoped to get them onto the pile of Ashton’s clothes, but they fell short of the mark by a good margin. It didn’t really matter, though. Devon quickly pulled off his jacket and then his shirt until he was clad in nothing but his shorts. This was where the problem began. He undid the fly and tried to shimmy them down his hips, but since he was sitting, it was easier said than done. Even with all his practice perching atop Ashton’s shoulder, Devon leaned a little too far. His eyes went wide as he felt the forces of gravity and inertia begin to overtake him, but before he could fall too far, Ashton’s hand quickly scooped him from beneath. Devon went from falling to resting comfortably in the palm of his boyfriend’s hand.

                Devon stared up at his towering boyfriend and gave an awkward wave to show that he was ok. Ashton looked shocked and worried, but the worry quickly faded as he realized that Devon was fine.

                Devon’s face was bright red. The sudden shock of falling had been replaced by a sense of safety and comfort as he sat there in the palm of his boyfriend’s hand. Ashton’s hand was so huge that Devon could rest in the palm as easily as he could a recliner. His arms rested against the upper edge of Ashton’s palm, and Devon’s ass rested solidly in the center with his legs hanging over the edge.

                “Would you like me to help you with that?” Ashton asked. Ashton was still not the best at showing his emotions, but there was a flirtatious smile playing at the corners of his lips.

                “Sure. I mean… I already got it started for you…” Devon said. Devon nodded down towards his shorts. The fly was already undone, and they were riding halfway down his hips, but Ashton was free to finish the job.

               Devon leaned back and lifted his hips as Ashton’s fingers gently tugged at his shorts. Devon’s small garment steadily slid down his legs causing his impressive cock and balls to spill into view. Devon’s rigid dick swung back and slapped against his belly. His dick was so long that the head of it reached past his belly button. Devon was rock hard by this point, and he wasn’t the only one. Everyone else in the room had been good and rigid for a while now.

               “So… now what?” Devon asked in a failed attempt to play it casual.

               “We’re all already naked and boned…” Trevor said.

               “And you seemed eager to get to see my cock up close,” Simon added.

               “But what about the Pride festival?” Ashton asked.

               “We’ve got all day…” Devon said. Ashton glanced down in shock at his small boyfriend who was reclining in his hand. Even Devon seemed amazed at the words that came out of his mouth.

               “Besides, what gayer than a bunch of dude’s fucking,” Simon replied playfully.

               “They specifically say it’s not gay if it’s a three-way,” Trevor joked.

               “Good thing there’s four of us,” Simon said. He then glanced up at Ashton and with a wink added, “that means you have to join us.”

               Ashton’s jaw hung open in shock. His little dick gave a lurch of delight. “I… I was gonna!” he sputtered.

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The original plan was to post the next Trevor chapter after uploading the Pride arc and then load then chapter after that to PTRN, but the "short pride fic" turned into a massive 3 episode arc. I think I need to give the peeps who aren't into micro something to chew on for a bit. Although... I really enjoyed writing the next chapters that's currently on PTRN and I think it's a fun one. Feels bad delaying the release yet again.

I have a buncha wips but nothing else actually ready to show yet. I think the next Big Changes thing is closest to being ready.

I guess this is a good excuse to explain how I had been doing things wrt ptrn. When a new series fic is done, I post the fic that was paywalled publicly then link to the paywalled new fic. So, like there's pretty much always one new fic per series on deck.

Haven't decided what I'll do if/when I fully retire a series. I've had a few series go on hiatus in the past and when I did that, I released the most recent chapter publicly rather than have to worry about it. So that may be what happens.

I've been working a lot on standalone one shots lately, and the way those work, is I have been trying to make covers for them and release them as ebooks. I post them on Patrone for the same price as they go to on 'zon. Maybe after a few months when all hype or interest in them have died, I'll post them publicly as well.

I otter make a catalogue for active ebooks.

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Trevor: The Gang Actually Makes it to the Pride Festival

Continuing with the joke set in part 1 of this trilogy. The title pretty much explains it all.

This was supposed to be just a short little epilogue, but... Things kept happening.

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“Oh. That’s cute!” the person running the stall said, gesturing towards Simon’s choker.

“I’ll tell him you said that,” Simon replied playfully.

The person running the booth did a bit of a double take and furrowed their brow. They clearly didn’t get the joke, but Simon was fine leaving things as is. Noah was already a bit overstimulated as is.

Simon waved goodbye to the seller, grabbed his bag, and turned to face the rest of his group. Ashton was standing there with a little guy on either shoulder. He was trying his best to act casual, but it was clear that he wasn’t used to being this exposed nor was he used to having not one but two tiny passengers.

“Thanks for looking after Trev. Too many people over there. I didn’t want him getting knocked loose,” Simon said.

“It’s fine. I’m not one for shopping, anyway,” Ashton said. He then gave a quick nod towards the full bag of swag that Simon was carrying. “Got what you were looking for?” Ashton asked.

“Oh, yeah. I got something for you while I was at it,” Simon replied.

Ashton began to roll his eyes, but before he could get too far into the motion, he felt a soft tap against the side of his jaw. Devon had given him a quick, sharp jab with his elbow to tell him to be on his best behavior.

Ashton let out a little sigh and said, “that wasn’t necessary.” It wasn’t clear if he was talking to Devon or Simon, but the response worked either way.

“Too bad. I did it anyway,” Simon said as he fished out a small, plastic-wrapped disk.

Ashton hesitantly accepted the item and glanced skeptically back at Simon. Simon gestured for Ashton to turn it over.

“It’s a patch. I saw it and thought it would look good on your jacket or maybe your bag. You seem to have a bunch of them so I thought you wouldn’t mind another,” Simon explained.

“Oooh. I love it,” Devon said. He was leaning so far over Ashton’s shoulder that he was in danger of falling off.

Ashton let out a soft ‘tch’ as he read the text: “Not gay as in happy. Queer as in fuck you.”

“Was that a chuckle?” Simon asked impishly.

“I think it was,” Trevor chimed in.

“It was not,” Ashton said flatly.

“He likes it. Don’t be fooled,” Devon said.

“We weren’t,” Simon and Trevor said in unison.

“Guys…” Ashton grumbled. There was a hint of pink on his cheeks that he desperately tried to hide, but he wasn’t fooling any of his friends.

“Feeling alright?” Trevor teased.

“He might need some water. It is pretty hot out here,” Simon chimed in, only half teasing.

“I’m fine…” Ashton grumbled, but he quickly shifted gears as his eye was drawn to a glint from the small bead on Simon’s choker.

“I’m worried about him, though…” Ashton said pointing to the bead.

“He’s probably better off than any of us,” Simon explained.

“He’s not cooking in there, is he? I figured he’d be like an ant under a magnifying glass,” Ashton replied.

“He’s about the right size,” Trevor quipped.

Simon winked at his little boyfriend and flashed a playful smirk to acknowledge Trevor’s joke, but he instead responded calmly to Ashton’s worries.

“Nah. The eggheads at the lab thought of that already, fortunately. It’s galvanized glass. Got a bit of tint to it, too. Kinda like sunglasses,” Simon said.

Ashton furrowed his brow as if he wasn’t fully buying it. “I haven’t heard from him in a while, so I was starting to wonder,” Ashton said.

“Oh, he’s just a little overwhelmed. Even I’m a little overwhelmed by all the people and I’m not… you know…” Simon replied and made the familiar hand sign to denote ‘tiny’.

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Ashton quipped.

Simon and Trevor stared at him with their jaws agape, but Devon just covered his mouth and chuckled.

“Was that a joke!?” Simon and Trevor gasped in unison.

“You guys act like I’m no fun at all,” Ashton grumbled.

“They just don’t know you like I know you,” Devon said while giving Ashton a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“To be fair, you’re usually a huge bitch,” Trevor commented.

“Only to you,” Ashton said and scowled at the little figure that was still riding on his opposite shoulder.

Trevor flashed him a cheeky grin, held his hand up as if pretending to gauge his own height and then shrugged. “I guess everyone is huge to me,” Trevor quipped.

Ashton groaned and rolled his eyes then shook his head as if he was giving up before once more turning his attention to Simon and the choker he wore. Ashton nodded towards the bead and said, “No, but seriously. Is he doing ok?”

“I think so, but it’s hard to see without taking it off. Want to check for me?” Simon asked. With that, Simon got up on his tippy toes and craned his head back to give Ashton and easy line of sight to the strip of fabric he wore on his neck, but even though Simon was standing as tall as he could, Ashton still stood a good head and some change taller.

Ashton knelt down and leaned in so close that his face was maybe an inch from Simon’s neck. Ashton reached up and ran a finger along the side of Simon’s throat and gently hooked the cloth of the choker on his fingertip. Even then, the figure inside the bead was so tiny that it was hard to make out any specifics. Ashton had to lean in even closer to the point where his nose was practically touching the nape of Simon’s neck.

As Ashton leaned in to inspect Simon’s passenger, a cheer erupted from the nearby crowd. It sounded like a canned audio bite from a sappy romantic sitcom. Ashton let out a grunt of annoyance, but he didn’t take his eyes away from the bead or the miniscule passenger.

“Just ignore them,” Trevor said with a chuckle.

“I’m trying…” Ashton grumbled.

“I think it’s cute,” Devon chimed in.

“You don’t mind that they think your boyfriend is giving me a hickey?” Simon asked playfully.

“I mean… I know he’s not, and it’s not like we haven’t done a lot more together,” Devon replied.

Ashton, however, was tuning out the banter. His gaze was focused intently on the figure in the bead. Noah was so tiny that Ashton could barely make out any of the guy’s features, but Noah seemed conscious, if nothing else. Noah was standing there with his palms pressed against the front of the glass. His whole body was shuddering like an anxious chihuahua on a cold day.

As Ashton watched the miniscule figure intently, Noah’s hand shakily lifted from the glass and towards the collar he wore around his neck. Noah gave the collar a few quick taps which caused everyone else on the group call to quick a short hiss of static in their ears.

“Uh… hi…” Noah stammered.

“Are you alright?” Ashton asked.

“Y-yeah… I. I just muted myself, and well. You all too, I guess,” Noah stammered.

“Feeling a bit overwhelmed?” Simon asked.

“That’s… that’s one way to put it…” Noah replied.

“Do you need to go back?” Devon asked.

“No! No way! Fuck! This is awesome! Everything’s so huge! Like, I don’t get to get out that much, and I was worried at first because I was thinking maybe I’d miss my old life and like maybe I would regret getting small and like maybe I would start thinking about what life would be like if I was still big but… but… I’ve never been to anything like this! Even when I was my old size. I never got out. I just… sat at home and studied or like worked on projects. I wasn’t even out before I shrunk! How wild is that! God. I’m gay as shit, aren’t I!? Why did I deny it so long! Rex always teased me about being in the closet, but I just… god. There’s so many hot dudes, and they’re all so huge. God. Do you think they know I’m naked? Do you think they know I’m like so bricked. Fuck. I wonder if we can talk one of them into holding me. Or maybe they can wear the choker, or maybe. Oh, wow. I don’t think you’ve ever held me like this, actually. You have nice eyes. I bet your hands would feel nice if I wasn’t in here, but… wow…” Noah sputtered.

“Yeah. You’re fine. You can mute yourself again,” Ashton grumbled.

“Be nice…” Devon chided playfully.

“Sorry. I’m rambling. I’m just… a little… well, I’m little. Like, wow. Everything looks so huge. I can’t stop thinking about how tiny I am. This is amazing,” Noah rambled.

“Ok. Ok. Deep breaths. Let’s get some shade. We’ll let you out. You probably need some water anyway if for no other reason than to recover all the fluid you’ve no doubt leaked onto the floor in there,” Simon said. His voice was a tone that was equal parts teasing friend and doting mother that he had perfected over the years.

“I… you’re right… I might have cum a little bit. Like… right when Ashton there picked me up, and like. A few times before that. And well…” Noah stammered.

“How do you cum so much?” Ashton said with an exasperated sigh.

“It’s honestly kind of impressive,” Trevor added.

“He must be making up for lost time,” Devon added.

Ashton stood back up. He was careful to keep his shoulders level as he did so. He had so much practice with Devon that it was easy by this point. The additional passenger didn’t even faze him.

“I’ll take Trevor back now,” Simon said, gesturing towards Ashton’s secondary passenger.

“Aww, but I just got the seat the way I wanted it,” Trevor pouted dramatically.

“I know, but I’m feeling a bit lonely without my favorite copilot,” Simon teased.

“Can’t argue with that,” Trevor replied. He hopped back up on his feet and held his arms out as if demanding a hug.

Simon reached out a hand. Trevor leapt from Ashton’s shoulder onto Simon’s hand and quickly darted across the length of Simon’s arm up onto his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Once Trevor was in position, Simon gestured towards a nearby clearing with open grass and plenty of trees. With that, he turned and made his way in that direction with Ashton and Devon following close behind.

As the crew made their way through the crowded venue, they had no shortage of people turning to look at them. Ashton and Simon were both hot guys, and the nearly nude shrunken dudes that both Simon and Ashton had on their shoulders turned a few heads as well. Even without their miniature boyfriends, it would have been hard to ignore Simon and Ashton as they took in the sights. Simon and Ashton both had plenty of bare skin showing. Their exposed bods glistened with a mixture of sweat and glitter-infused sunscreen, but the biggest draw was downstairs.

Simon’s huge python looked like it was struggling to escape from his overstuffed briefs. It was so huge that it pushed the front of his briefs away from his body causing the leg holes of his briefs to stretch, giving tantalizing glimpses of the huge, full nuts that rested within. His sausage was so thick and heavy that it pulled the waistband of his briefs down so low that the base of his cock was very nearly visible, but even though his whole dick was wrapped, it didn’t really hide much. His briefs stretched so taut across his cock that even the shape of the veins were visible through the fabric. His package was so huge and hefty that it swung and bobbed enticingly with each step he took, and the fact that Simon had a naturally bouncy gait just made the constant motion of his gigantic cock and balls even more pronounced.

 Meanwhile, Ashton’s tiny, low-rise briefs were little more than a micro-bikini. The entire upper half of his round, firm ass cheeks poked out above the waistband. His body was hot, and his ass was amazing, but Ashton’s little nubbin drew plenty of stares on its own. The tiny bit of fabric just accentuated how little he had in front. His briefs were so small and the front so tight that the shape and contours of Ashton’s tiny cocklet were clearly visible. Not only was the tent in his briefs remarkably small, but he was clearly rock hard the entire time. It was plain to see that he wasn’t a grower. He just really was that small.

Standing beside Simon, whose monster dwarfed even the porn stars who were posing at some of the nearby meet and greet booths, just accentuated how small Ashton’s dick really was. Ashton had expected this. He had fully braced himself to be teased or even openly mocked as he showed his stuff at the event, but to his surprise, the vast majority of the comments were ones of praise. He had received plenty of catcalls and even a few wolf whistles. The closest thing he got to actual insults were a few well-meaning but backhanded compliments. There was at least one guy who came up to him and cheered him on saying stuff like, “Wow. You’re really rocking it. If you can look that good with that then I have nothing to worry about!”

Each time someone made a comment like that, Ashton would do his best to politely accept the ‘compliment’ and move on. Fortunately, he had the calm, and soothing voice of his little boyfriend giving him encouragement in his ear. Simon and Trevor, too, were quick with a pick-me-up whenever Ashton’s bravado seemed to be faltering. Simon even looked ready to throw down with one or two guys on Ashton’s behalf, which, given that Simon was much shorter, much slimmer, and far less muscled, was an interesting sight in and of itself.  

Eventually, the crew made their way out of the crowd and into the nearby shaded park. Once they were safely out of the thick of it, Simon leaned in close to his friend. There was an impish smirk on his face as he shared a conspiratorial whisper with Ashton. “I knew you’d enjoy it,” Simon said. Even had Simon not given a sly glance towards Ashton’s pronounced stiffy, it would have been obvious what he was referring to.

“I still feel underdressed, but…” Ashton replied. Yet, despite his protests, he was clearly enjoying not just the crowd but also the feeling of being nearly nude in public.

“I was more referring to your additional passenger,” Simon said. His impish grin was now looking positively devilish.

Ashton tried to act like he hadn’t noticed Simon’s comment, but as Ashton quickly pulled his gaze away from Simon’s face, his eyes fell upon the small strip of fabric Simon wore around his neck. Upon seeing the tiny bead on Simon’s choker, and more importantly, the bug-size guy which now rode within it, Ashton’s brain flashed back to Rex.

“That’s nice too… I guess…” Ashton replied. Yet despite his efforts to remain casual, he was not fooling anyone.

Ashton had been trying to ignore the constant feeling of the sand-sized spec of a man who now rode in the folds beneath his foreskin, but the knowledge constantly nagged at the back of his mind. Every step he took, every time his dick would shift, every time Rex wriggled beneath the folds of Ashton’s foreskin, Ashton could feel the little guy in there. The constant reminder that he was smuggling a stowaway made it so that Ashton had never dipped below a stiffy. He had been fully rigid for the entire event.

Simon gently tapped Ashton on the shoulder to snap Ashton out of his reverie. “Come on. We should check on Rex since we’re all trying to cool off. Might as well see if he wants to watch the parade while we’re at it,” Simon said.

Ashton glanced around. The crowd in the park was less dense than the actual venue, but there were still several scattered groups of individuals.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Ashton asked.

“It’s fine. You’re not going to get in trouble,” Trevor chided.

“There were a buncha dudes fully naked at one of the tents, so I don’t think they mind nudity here,” Devon added.

“Yeah. If indecency rules were in effect, we woulda been in trouble ages ago,” Simon teased.

“This part of the event is all eighteen and up. That’s why they checked IDs at the gate,” Trevor explained.

“I… still haven’t updated mine… It still shows me as 5’8, but… I don’t think I’ll be driving anytime soon…” Devon murmured awkwardly.

“That isn’t what I was worried about…” Ashton grumbled.

“It’s fine. No one will even see it,” Simon replied.

Ashton narrowed his eyes menacingly. The intensity of his glare made Simon recoil slightly.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!” Simon protested.

“Touchy…” Trevor chimed in.

Ashton sighed and shook his head. “I know. I just… be quick about it, ok?” he said.

Simon guided Ashton behind a nearby tree, and after making a quick glance around to make sure they weren’t being watched, knelt down in front of Ashton, gripped the waistband of Ashton’s tiny, low-rise briefs, and gave them a quick tug. Ashton’s tiny, rigid cock quickly popped into view. His little cock glistened in the sun. The smell of sweat and pre was impressive. Ashton had been leaking pretty consistently for the entire time they had been checking out the venue.

Ashton glanced around to make sure nobody was watching. He noticed a few people glancing his way, but none of them seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.

“Hurry up,” Ashton hissed.

Simon merely chuckled and shook his head. He ran his finger along the length of Ashton’s short, shuddering cock. “You really do have a nice cock,” Simon cooed sweetly.

“Not the time,” Ashton hissed.

“It’s never a bad time to hype up your bros,” Trevor chimed in.

“And it is a nice cock,” Devon added.

“Just do it, already!” Ashton groaned.

Simon shrugged and shook his head. “Fine, fine… maybe you’ll be feeling more playful when we get back to the apartment,” Simon sighed.

Simon gripped the tip of Ashton’s tiny, shuddering cock between his thumb and forefinger. The second his fingers clamped down, Ashton let out a gasp. His body shuddered. His little cock lurched.

“Wow. You’re really worked up,” Simon commented.

“Just hurry,” Ashton hissed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Simon said dismissively.

He pulled down on Ashton’s foreskin, causing the spongy, pre-glistening head of Ashton’s little cock to spill into view. Ashton once more shuddered. A familiar hissing sound could be heard as he sucked in air through his gritted teeth, but Simon was too fixated on Ashton’s cock to comment.

“Hurry. Up.” Ashton hissed.

“Don’t rush me. He’s hard to see,” Simon grumbled.

Ashton groaned in horny frustration, but for the time being, he was letting Simon do his work.

Simon gripped the spongy tip between his thumb and forefinger and tugged at Ashton’s foreskin with his other hand. Ashton’s foreskin was pulled taut, but at that exact second, Ashton let out a gasp of shock, horror, and horny delight. He didn’t even have a chance to let out a warning. Ashton’s cock lurched hard, and a huge, thick, goopy rope of spunk shot forth and splashed Simon right in the face.

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry…” Ashton murmured apologetically between gasps.

Simon was laughing too hard to even playfully bitch Ashton out, but after a moment he managed to stop laughing enough swallow the wad of spunk that had gone into his mouth and choke out a response. “Haha. You really like hah having a passenger, huh?” Simon replied.

“It’s not like that…” Ashton grumbled.

“I think it’s a little like that,” Trevor teased.

“Does it really feel that good?” Devon asked.

“You wanna try it?” Trevor asked.

“I… don’t think that’s a good idea…” Devon murmured.

While the little guys were having their discussion, Simon fished some wet wipes out of his bag and quickly wiped the jizz from his face before it had time to cool and harden. Once he was sufficiently cleaned off, he once more turned his attention to Ashton’s little dick. Despite having just shot a huge load, Ashton’s dick was still rock hard and shuddering.

“Wow. Still got some life in it,” Simon mused as he once more knelt down in front of Ashton’s rigid dick.

Ashton was eerily quiet for a moment, but he eventually worked up the nerve to mumble, “It shouldn’t be a problem again… Sorry about that…”

“You’re actually quite cute at times, you know that?” Simon said with a chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Ashton growled.

“It’s fine. What’s a little jizz between friends. If anything, I’m flattered,” Simon teased.

“Just… just find the guy…” Ashton grumbled.

Simon once more gripped Ashton’s dick. This time, however, Ashton managed to keep his cool and his load. The previous cum shot had taken much of the edge off. Simon once more pulled the skin taut, causing the creases and folds in the inner lining to smooth and flatten enough that Simon could peer through skin for the mite-sized spec of a man that was his roommate.

Simon was probing and prodding Ashton’s dick for what felt like ages. Ashton was sure Simon was intentionally drawing this out to watch him squirm. Even though Ashton had just cum, he was so turned on and his cock was so sensitive that each time Simon tugged and tweaked Ashton’s little dick, Ashton sucked in a gasp through his teeth and his cock shuddered and lurched.

Eventually, however, Simon let out a triumphant “ah-ha!”

Simon stood up, holding his pointer finger aloft as if about to shout “eureka!” Neither Ashton nor his two passengers could see the guy, but it was clear from how relieved Simon looked that he had successfully tracked down their wayward roommate.

Simon reached up towards his choker with his free hand and clicked a small button on the side of the bead. Noah’s capsule popped open, but Noah made no effort to get out. Instead, the tiny guy held his arms out to catch the new arrival as Simon lifted his finger towards him.

Noah was so tiny that Noah’s fingertip was the size of a small house, but for Rex, Simon’s fingertip was the size of a mega mansion. Rex was so tiny that he wedged into the grooves of Simon’s fingerprint.

Rex sprung like a flee from Simon’s fingertip and into his brother’s arms. The brotherly banter was nearly instantaneous.

“You smell like a musty taint!” Noah whined into his mic.

“Jealous?” Rex teased. Rex didn’t have a mic of his own, but he was perched atop the mic on Noah’s collar causing his words to be broadcast to the rest of the group.

“N-no!” Noah sputtered defiantly, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“I don’t mind sharing. Plenty of room for you too down there,” Rex teased.

“S-shut up. I’ve been enjoying the festival,” Noah muttered defensively.

“Oh yeah? How was it? Did you see any hot guys? Or better yet, did any hot guys see you?” Rex teased.

“S-shut up…” Noah muttered.

“I bet you’d get a lot of attention if they knew you were there. Maybe you can talk Simon into wearing a sign. Maybe a -shirt that says ‘ask me about my bling’,” Rex teased.

“Should we… stop them?” Devon asked.

“It’s fine,” Trevor replied.

“Just mute them,” Ashton said.

“Give them a minute. They’ll wear themselves out,” Simon said.

“Honestly, I think Noah likes it,” Trevor added.

“What? No!? Shut up!” Noah whined defiantly.

“Why did you fish me out, anyway? I was having a blast!” Rex asked.

“We’re taking a break. Thought you might want one too,” Simon said.

“That was my break!” Rex laughed.

“Figured you get a little hot in there, so we wanted to make sure you weren’t dehydrated,” Trevor chimed in.

“Oh, it was hot alright! Hot! And sexy! And musky!” Rex cheered.

Ashton glanced over at the little figure still riding on his shoulder and asked, “My dick isn’t really smelly, is it?”

“Rex is just being Rex,” Devon said reassuringly.

“Ash! Hey! My man! You’re fit as fuck! Look at those muscles! You gotta work out!” Rex shouted.

“I use the gym on campus, yes…” Ashton replied.

“You gotta let me ride along on one of your sets!” Rex cheered.

“… this stopped being fun…” Ashton said.

“Yeah. That’s a little much even for you, Rex,” Devon added.

“Fiiiine. I’m just a little jazzed. Anyway, Simon, I love you. Your cock is the best, but variety is the spice of life,” Rex said.

“I wasn’t even worried. Honestly, you need more friends, but that’s a story for another time. How are you feeling? Do you need some air? I’ve got some water if you need it,” Simon said.

“Oh. Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt. It was wet in there. Like, humid as fuck, but I wouldn’t say there was much to really drink,” Rex said.

“I really liked it better when we couldn’t hear him,” Ashton muttered.

“We all did,” Devon said as he once more reassuringly patted Ashton’s shoulder.

It was at this point that a garbled message was loudly broadcast over the loudspeakers.

“Did anyone understand that?” Devon asked.

“No,” Trevor replied.

“But I can only assume they’re setting up for the parade,” Simon said.

“It’s about that time,” Ashton added, nodding towards a nearby, old timey looking clock which was mounted atop a lamp post.

“Great. Let’s get in position,” Simon said excitedly.

“Hell yeah!” Trevor cheered.

“Rex. You gonna watch with us?” Devon asked.

“Mannnn… I guess…” Rex grumbled.

“Good. You can ride with your brother,” Simon said.

“I’d rather ride in the cockpit!” Rex cackled.

“You won’t be able to see the parade there,” Trevor replied.

“If Ash keeps his dick out, I could,” Rex teased.

“I will not be doing that,” Ashton replied.

“Booriiinngg…” Rex grumbled.

“I’ll keep the mic muted unless we actually need something,” Noah spoke up.

“Oh, you are such a little bi-“ Rex started to say, but his comment was cut off when the line went dead.

Simon, Trevor, Devon, and even Ashton got a laugh out of this, but they didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy the moment. Another garbled message came out over the loudspeaker.

Simon nodded towards the main part of the festival where the parade route was set to go through. He flashed a quick, playful wink towards his tiny passenger, and then called out to Ashton and Devon.

“Race ya!” Simon shouted and then instantly turned and started to book it towards the parade.

“W-wait! That’s cheating!” Ashton shouted. He immediately tried to dash after Simon, but he didn’t even make it a full step before realizing that his briefs were still down around his thighs leaving his little semi to flop in the breeze. Ashton muttered a quick “shit” and pulled his briefs up before taking off after his friends.

Ashton was fit. He did a decent amount of cardio, but Simon was fast. It was clear that Simon knew what he was doing. He had the form and physique of a practiced sprinter. Ashton quickly realized that there was no chance in hell he was going to catch up and instead settled into a light jog. As he did so, he heard a soft chuckle coming from his side.

“What?” Ashton asked.

“You’re smiling,” Devon said.

“So…?” Ashton asked.

“I’m just glad you’re having a good time,” Devon said.

“Yeah… me too…” Ashton replied.

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Trevor: Pre-gayming

You tell 4(+?) horny bros in a room and tell them to get ready for a festival, there's gonna be some delays. (this chapter, is very smutty.)

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Simon’s apartment was small. It wasn’t a long walk from the entryway to the bedroom. In a matter of seconds, the party was standing beside Simon’s bed. Simon stepped forward and placed a hand against Ashton’s bare chest. With a playful shove, Simon pushed Ashton onto the bed.

Ashton was much taller and much stronger, but Simon had so much swagger in the bedroom that Ashton could do nothing but eagerly follow instructions. Soon, Ashton was flat on his back with both hands clutching his tiny boyfriend to his chest.

Ashton’s grip on Devon slowly relaxed. Devon could feel the rise of fall of Ashton’s chest. He could feel the tremble of excitement and arousal pulsing through Ashton’s body. Hearing and feeling how excited his boyfriend was got Devon excited too.

Devon glanced up at Simon. Simon had been huge for as long as Devon had known him, but seeing him like this was something else. Simon loomed over not just Devon but Ashton as well. Simon’s massive cock jutted out in front of him like a battering ram. Simon’s enormous nuts swung heavily between his thighs. Even just one of his nuts was bigger than Devon’s head. Hell, even just one of those nuts would be bigger than Devon’s torso, but Simon’s full sack was large enough that it could completely cover Devon’s entire body. Somehow, just the mere thought got Devon so hot and bothered that his whole body shuddered, and his cock lurched.

Simon held his hand out for Trevor to climb aboard and then reached his hand out towards Devon. Devon looked on in confusion for a moment, but as Trevor leapt from Simon’s hand, Devon’s instincts kicked in. Devon reached out and caught Trevor in his arms as the tiny figure leapt towards him.

It was a surreal experience seeing Trevor like this. It wasn’t the first time that Devon had seen Trevor naked since they had both been shrunk. After all, Trevor was almost always naked, but feeling Trevor’s nude body against his own naked flesh was something else entirely. Trevor was little bigger than a teddy bear in Devon’s arms, but that was about where the comparison to a plush toy ended. Trevor’s fit bod and fat cock were very clearly adult and very clearly masculine. He was only a quarter of Devon’s own height. Yet, despite Trevor’s size, he was so buff and so hung that Devon could only marvel at how hot he was.

“I always thought you were cute, but dayum!” Trevor said playfully.

“W-what?” Devon yelped.

“What do you mean, what? You’re hot as hell, and your cock is amazing!” Trevor said.

“I … uh… thank you…” Devon murmured awkwardly.

“It’s literally as long as my leg. This is crazy,” Trevor said.

“He’s right. You are very handsome,” came Ashton’s voice through the collar that Devon still wore.

Devon was blushing so bright that his face was beet red. He raised his hands to cover his face, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. His cock was rock hard.

Simon climbed onto the bed and straddled Ashton’s midsection. His heavy balls hung so low that they rested atop Ashton’s abs. His huge cock jutted out in front of him so far that the shadow from his massive cock fell over the pair of tiny dudes atop Ashton’s chest. The head of Simon’s cock jutted past Ashton’s collar bone. Pre dribbled from the tip of his dick and onto Ashton’s chin.

As Simon locked eyes with Ashton, Simon’s impish smirk returned in full force. “You know…” Simon said as if musing out loud. His gaze drifted from Ashton towards the two little guys that were resting on Ashton’s chest. Trevor glanced up. The two lovers locked eyes. In that instant there was an unspoken understanding, and Trevor’s own smirk spread into an impish grin to match Simon’s own.

“You’re our guests here,” Trevor said, adding to Simon’s prior comment.

Neither Devon nor Ashton knew how to respond. Fortunately, Simon had the situation well in hand. Simon leaned in so close that for a second Ashton thought he was going in for a kiss. Simon was so close that his chest pressed down atop the two smaller guys resting atop Ashton’s pecs, gently sandwiching the two between the much taller men. All the while, Simon’s huge, pre-drooling cock pressed down against Ashton’s abs.

Even though Ashton could no longer see the beast, he could sure feel it. He could feel the heft of Simon’s nuts resting right above the defined V of his Adonis belt and the weight of Simon’s thick cock stretching from below his naval up past his top row of abs. Simon’s cock was so huge that head of it reached all the way to Ashton’s pecs. The pre-drooling tip of Simon’s huge cock oozed pre onto the pair of tiny guys who were lying atop Ashton’s chest.

Simon held that position for a moment as he locked eyes with Ashton. The intensity of his stare mixed with the weight of his cock and the force of his personality made Ashton light in the head. Simon was so much shorter than him, but Simon had so much confidence and swagger that Ashton could do nothing but await Simon’s next suggestion.  

“You two just sit back…” Simon said seductively.

“… and let us take care of you,” Trevor added without missing a beat.

Devon and Ashton were both too stunned to respond. All they could do was lie there in shock as Simon planted a kiss on Ashton’s lips and slowly began to kiss a path down Ashton’s neck, down Ashton’s chest, until his lips came upon the small figure of Devon who was resting between Ashton’s pecs. Simon gave Devon a huge kiss on the cheek. His lips were so huge that they nearly covered Devon’s entire head.

Simon reached down and scooped Devon up into his hands. As he did so, Trevor quickly scrambled off and leapt onto Ashton’s chest. Ashton looked up, and as his eyes fell upon his little lover being carried away in another man’s hands, his protective nature flared up.

“Wha-wait!” Ashton shouted.

Simon flashed a smile that was so sweet and so disarming that Ashton immediately felt silly for his outburst.

“He’ll be fine. I’ll give him right back,” Simon said playfully.

“Yeah, and you’ll be busy with me in the meantime,” Trevor added.

Ashton glanced down at the tiny figure that stood atop his chest. Trevor was tiny, far smaller than Ashton. He was even far smaller than Devon. Yet despite his tiny stature, Trevor looked completely sure of himself. He stood there with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed up with pride.

As Trevor scrambled across Ashton’s pecs and across Ashton’s abs, the ground beneath his feet began to slowly incline. Ashton was slowly propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch as the tiny figure scampered across his body.

The whole thing was so surreal. Ashton had sort of gotten used to the feeling of Devon crawling over him even though, on some level, Ashton understood how strange it was for a person to be only half a foot tall, but Trevor was only a quarter of Devon’s size. Trevor’s footfalls felt unnaturally tiny even for Ashton. Watching someone who was so tiny that they had to sprint across Ashton’s torso like it was a soccer field was just so jarring that Ashton couldn’t help but watch in awe.

Soon, however, Trevor was scurrying across Ashton’s groin and rushing straight towards Ashton’s rigid boner. Trevor stood there for a moment and gave an appreciative whistle as he stared up at Ashton’s cock. Trevor was a hair shy of two inches tall, but Ashton’s dick wasn’t that much bigger. Trevor stood eye level with the clump of skin that clustered around the underside of Ashton’s puffy cockhead.

As great as the view was, Trevor didn’t feel like he could do much from this angle. He quickly scurried forward, sidestepped Ashton’s cock, and stepped forward onto Ashton’s big, full sack. Ashton tensed up instinctively as he felt Trevor’s feet step down on his nuts. He had expected it to hurt, but Trevor was just so light that Ashton barely even felt it. There was just a hint of pressure where Trevor’s feet pressed against Ashton’s nuts. The problem now, however, was that Ashton could no longer see his tiny partner. Trevor was hidden completely behind the shaft.

Ashton propped himself up even further. He slowly shimmied back until he was seated upright with his back against the headboard. He was now staring directly down at his own cock and the little guy who had pressed his whole body against it. Ashton watched in awe as a tiny pair of arms threw themselves around his cock. It looked like Trevor was trying to hug his dick the size of an oak tree. Ashton’s cock was thick enough that Trevor’s arms couldn’t even wrap all the way around. His fingers only reached a little over halfway around the shaft.

Trevor quickly threw himself into the task of pleasing his towering friend. Trevor was tiny, but Trevor had plenty of experience pleasing dicks far larger than Ashton’s, and Trevor was never one to back down from a challenge. Besides, Ashton had a nice dick, and Trevor wanted to make sure that Ashton felt both appreciated and hot as hell.

However, as Trevor rubbed his body and ground his dick against the puffed up, sensitive ridge along the underside of Ashton’s cock, Ashton’s hand began to drift downwards as if acting of its own volition. Ashton hadn’t even really meant to do it, but the feeling of the tiny figure against his dick felt so good that Ashton found himself stroking his dick without thinking about it.

Ashton usually subscribed to the two fingers and thumb grip. His dick was so short that if he added more fingers to the mix there wouldn’t be any additional shaft left to stroke, but as his fingers gripped down, he could feel the tiny form of Trevor against his fingertips. Upon feeling Trevor’s body wriggling in his grasp, Ashton had a moment where the realization about what he was about to do hit him. He was about to pull back his hand, but before he could, he heard Trevor’s voice coming in over his earpiece.

“Do it. I’m tougher than I look. This’ll be fun for both of us!” Trevor cheered.

Ashton balked for but a moment, but even before his brain had accepted what he was about to do, his fingers began to once more curl around his cock. Ashton supported Trevor’s tiny body with his two fingers and pinned the little guy against the underside of his cock. Feeling the tiny, squirming form of his friend writhing against his dick made the hairs on the back of Ashton’s neck stand on edge and his dick lurch with excitement. This was weird. This was wild. How could he possibly be considering this? Yet, even as some part of him tried to talk him down from this, he could feel Trevor’s rigid dick rubbing against his own oversensitive cock.

“This… won’t hurt you, right?” Ashton asked, but even as the words were coming out of his mouth, his hand was settling into a steadily quickening motion.

Trevor was only able to get a few words out at the apex of each stroke. “I’ll… let you know… if it does…” He gasped.

Ashton’s whole body trembled with excitement and anxiety. This felt so good. It was so hot. Why was he so turned on by the thought of using a little guy like this? Yet, despite how good he felt, he didn’t dare lose himself. He was riding a dangerous line. Some dark part of him was urging him to go harder, and even though Trevor claimed he was fine, Ashton would never be able to forgive himself if he hurt the little guy.

As Ashton stroked his dick with the little guy along for the ride, Trevor soaked in the atmosphere. The smell of cock and sweat flooded his nostrils. With each gasp for air, Ashton’s pre flooded into Trevor’s mouth. Trevor was getting filthy and loving every second of it.

Ashton was trying to hold back both the intensity of his strokes and the need to cream. His body shuddered. His hips bucked. His cock lurched. Sweat dripped down his brow. He wanted to let loose, but his desire to protect his friend kept him from completely surrendering to the excitement and the arousal. Still, it didn’t take him long to burst. He was so horny going into this experience and the added feeling of Trevor’s tiny body writhing against his cock just made him even hornier.

“O-oh… fuck…” Ashton gasped. He wished he could have said something cooler or lasted longer, but he was in no position to make demands. His cock lurched hard in his grasp. A long, thick rope of cum shot forth. The spray of jizz arced into the air and hit him right in the face. Ashton was so shocked by the sheer intensity of his climax that he couldn’t even keep his grip of his dick. His hand went slack, sending Trevor tumbling backwards.

Ashton’s cock shuddered and lurched a few more times. Each spurt was weaker and waterier than the last. With each weakening shot, the spray of jizz launched up and splashed against his body hitting first his face, then his shoulder, then his chest, and eventually splattering against his abs. The last few spurts were so weak that the jizz splashed down around his still rigid cock. Ashton felt spent, but despite how much he had just cum, his dick was still rock hard. He was just too turned on that he couldn’t even come down from his climax!

Trevor fell backwards onto Ashton’s nuts before rolling off and landing in the space between Ashton’s thighs. The smell of Ashton’s cock was impressive, but here, beneath Ashton’s tight nuts and puffy gooch, the smell of sweat was even more intense. It was so hot that Trevor felt close to cumming at any second, and as Ashton’s spurting steadily died down, trails of jizz began to ooze down the insides of Ashton’s thighs and onto Trevor’s tiny body.

Meanwhile, Simon looked down at the small form of his friend, Devon, and smirked. “I guess we’re swinging today,” he said playfully.

“I… I guess so…” Devon replied. His face was beet red with a mix of both excitement and uncertainty. Ashton was right here with him, so it wasn’t cheating. If anything, it was the two couples enjoying each other’s company, but Devon still felt weird doing it with someone else. Before meeting Ashton, the only person Devon had fooled around with was Rex. Now, Devon was involved in a four way with his boyfriend and two best friends!

As awkward and uncertain as Devon was, Simon did not seem deterred in the slightest. If anything, Devon looked so cute that Simon felt even more excited to have some fun with the guy. Simon smiled down at the little figure in his hand and gently ran his fingertip along the underside of Devon’s chin, down the nape of Devon’s neck, and down the length of Devon’s chest and abs before coming to a rest atop Devon’s cock. Devon’s dick was just a hair less than an inch. It was so small that Simon could eclipse Devon’s entire package under his fingertip. This disparity was not lost on either of them. Simon’s already impish smirk spread wider as he rubbed his fingertip against Devon’s cock.

“You’re so hard. You must really love how huge my cock is, huh?” Simon teased playfully as he continued to rub Devon’s tiny dick.

Devon tensed up. He let out a soft gasp. “It’s… well… I mean…” Devon stammered awkwardly through the haze of arousal.

Simon stopped rubbing Devon’s dick. He pulled his hand back and looked down at the little figure that was resting atop his palm. The impish grin from his face had vanished and was replaced by a look of calm concern.

“Is everything alright?” Simon asked.

“Yes! I mean. I just… I guess I got a little overwhelmed… sorry…” Devon murmured softly. It was a good thing that his mic had a tendency to pick up his words even when he was speaking quietly. Simon could hear him perfectly fine.

Simon chuckled softly and shook his head. “You’re fine. I have a couple of roommates who love it when I play up how huge it is.  I guess I got a little too used to the roleplay,” Simon said.

“You… you aren’t upset that I kinda killed the mood?” Devon asked.

“Not at all. I would rather you let me know if you’re uncomfortable before anything bad happens,” Simon explained.

“Thanks… and… sorry…” Devon murmured.

“Don’t apologize. I want you to feel safe. If you need to take a break, we don’t need to do this,” Simon said.

“I…” Devon began to say. He looked torn. It wasn’t that he wanted to stop. He just was a bit overwhelmed, but eventually, Devon managed to work through his thoughts enough that he managed to say, “I still want to… I mean… if you’re up to it…”

Simon’s smile returned to his lips, but this time there was none of the swagger and sass from earlier. Simon’s smile was soothing, and sweet, and welcoming.

“I see that you’re the type that reacts well to a gentler touch. I’ll keep that in mind going forward,” Simon said. He once more ran his finger gently down Devon’s chest, across his tummy, and down to Devon’s still-rigid cock.

As Devon writhed in Simon’s hand, Simon’s playful smirk spread wider and wider until he had a huge, playful Chesire Cat Grin. He pulled his finger back and then gently passed Devon from one hand to the other, flipping the little guy over in the process.

Devon managed a “whuh?” as he was rolled over onto his belly, but that was the most he could muster. He found himself lying across Simon’s palm. His dick was pressed hard against Simon’s skin. Devon’s face and arms poked past the upper edge as if he was lying atop a massage table.

“You’re a bit bigger than Trevor. This is hard to do with him, but I think you’ll enjoy this,” Simon said.

Devon was about to ask what Simon was talking about, but before he could, he felt two of Simon’s fingers press down against his ass – one fingertip per cheek. Simon moved his fingers apart which caused Devon’s ass to spread wide. Simon took a second to admire how cute Devon’s butt was and how hot the tight little hole looked nestled between those bubbly buns.

Devon let out a gasp as he felt the tip of Simon’s tongue tease the space between his cheeks. Devon was already beet red and fully boned, but somehow feeling the giant’s warm, wet, firm tongue brushing against the sensitive flesh between his cheeks cause his face to burn brighter and his dick to stiffen further.

“W-wait!” Devon tried to call out, but his words only came out as breathy gasps. Despite Devon’s attempts at protests, his hips were rocking of their own volition causing his dick to dig into and grind against the supple flesh of Simon’s palm.

Devon was not used to having his ass played with like this. He had only been eaten out by Rex, but that felt like a lifetime ago, and Rex was so forceful that it almost hurt. It was so surreal that this man who loomed over Devon like a skyscraper could be a thousand times more gentle than someone Devon’s own height, but Devon was instantly hooked on the sensation. Simon’s tongue was so large that it could eclipse Devon’s entire ass, but Simon was just using the tip. The warm, wet, wriggling muscle filled every inch of space between Devon’s cheeks and then some.

Devon could feel it massaging the inside of his ass cheeks and teasing his hole. Simon’s tongue even massaged Devon’s puffy gooch with each wriggle. It felt fantastic! Devon’s skin broke out in goosebumps which somehow made his crack and hole even more sensitive. Simon’s tongue against his sensitive skin drove Devon wild. His whole body shuddered with excitement and delight. His cock bucked and lurched with joy and arousal.

Simon continued to tease Devon’s hole. All the while the sounds of not just Devon’s cries of bliss but Trevor’s and Ashton’s as well filled his ears. He loved making his friends feel good. He loved how their voices sounded in the throes of orgasm. He just wished it could last a little longer, but he could already feel the warmth spreading across his palm as cum gushed from Devon’s cock.

Simon pulled back and stared down at his handiwork. His smile returned to his face in full force. Devon was shuddering and gasping from the intensity of his orgasm. Devon was letting out whines between his pants that sounded like the beginnings of a sentence, but Simon could not make out the words. Simon did, however, have an idea of what Devon might be trying to say.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get to have my fun too. Besides, you wanted to experience my cock up close, right?” Simon asked. His voice was so flirty that Devon shuddered in anticipation despite how spent he felt.

Simon set his little friend down atop Ashton’s chest. Devon found himself once more nestled between the mounds of Ashton’s small but firm pecs. The surface beneath Devon was wet with sweat and sticky with cum. Ashton had cum so much across his own chest that now Devon was getting coated in cooling jizz.

Simon took another quick glance at Ashton and Devon. The two lovers looked both spent and psyched up. They had both already cum but were both looking on expectantly at Simon. Simon turned his attention away from them for a moment – just long enough to reach down between Ashton’s thighs and scoop up his own little lover.

“I think you finished your partner faster than I did,” Simon said playfully.

“I have plenty of practice!” Trevor cheered.

“Indeed, you do. I might have to start calling you the Giants Layer,” Simon teased.

“All in a day’s work,” Trevor replied. Despite lying in the palm of his lover’s hand, Trevor still managed to puff up his chest and looked cocksure and hardy.

“The work’s not over yet,” Simon said.

“Put me in, coach. I can do it!” Trevor replied.

“I will… in fact, I have just the spot for you,” Simon said.

Trevor didn’t bother asking what Simon had in mind. He trusted Simon’s judgement, and the mystery was half the fun. With that, Simon reached forward and tilted his hand causing his tiny lover to slide off his palm and into Devon’s awaiting arms.

Simon was on his knees straddling Ashton atop the bed. Simon wasn’t nearly as tall as Ashton, but the angle made him look enormous, and the sheer size and scale of Simon’s cock just made the view even more impressive for the three guys that now laid atop the bed staring up at Simon.

Simon leaned forward. As he did so, his dick began to dip closer and closer to Ashton’s chest. Soon the tip of his dick was pointed at Ashton’s jaw. His hefty nuts rested solidly atop the two tiny guys that rested atop Ashton’s chest.

“You know… we were all in the bath before you showed up,” Simon said. He had a playful smirk on his face, but something about the tone of his voice implied there was a deeper meaning to his little comment.

“Are you worried we’ll have to clean up again after this?” Ashton asked.

“I’m not worried about that. I was just stating that this is not, in fact, a four-way,” Simon said. His already playful grin spread wider. Ashton didn’t know what Simon was implying, but he could practically feel Simon’s excitement. Whatever Simon had percolating in that brain of his got Simon even hornier. Simon’s already rigid cock gave a couple hard lurches of excitement. The already steady drip of pre ramped up into a constant flow.

Ashton didn’t know what to say. All he could do was lie there and stare up at Simon. Simon merely shrugged playfully and then reached down and stroked his fat cock. Simon’s dick was so huge that there was plenty of room for both hands along the shaft, but despite this, he only used one hand to work the shaft while the other rubbed the pre-drooling slit of his huge cock. Soon, Simon’s fingers were laminated in pre. Simon took a pre-slicked finger and slipped it beneath the thick layer of foreskin that bunched up around the base of his cock. His finger dug deep. Ashton could see the bulge of Simon’s finger beneath the layer of tight flesh. Even through the haze of hormones and arousal, Ashton couldn’t help but wonder what Simon was doing. It was as if he was digging – as if he was feeling around for something.

Eventually, Simon pulled his finger out. He got down lower so that he was now seated atop Ashton’s midsection and leaned in close. His huge cock eclipsed both Devon and Trevor. The two tiny men were pinned under Simon’s fat hog as Simon leaned in so close that his nose nearly touched Ashton’s own.

“Say hello to my roommates,” Simon said playfully as he held his pre-soaked finger up to Ashton’s face.

Ashton’s gaze instinctively shot to Simon’s fingertip. What he saw made his heart skip a beat and his cock give a lurch. Pinned to Simon’s fingertip like flies in honey were two miniscule figures.

“They had to take their mics out for the shower, and I didn’t have time to get them put back on when you showed up… but… between you and me, I’ve been kind of enjoying the quiet,” Simon said playfully.

Ashton had never seen these guys up close like this before, so he didn’t recognize their features, but he didn’t need to. There were only two people who were that size – Noah and Rex. Ashton’s jaw dropped and his cock ached. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and a haze of arousal.

“I already have a seat in mind for Noah, but I was thinking that Rex could use a change of scenery,” Simon said as if thinking to himself.

Ashton didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know what to think. He could feel his boyfriend lying atop his chest, pinned between Ashton’s own pecs and Simon’s thick cock. He could feel the rhythmic rocking of Simon’s hips as Simon ground his cock against both of the tiny men. Through the earpiece that Ashton wore, he could hear the gasps and pants of excitement and orgasmic bliss shared by Devon and Trevor beneath Simon’s massive cock. The sounds of their cries pushed Ashton closer to a precipice that Ashton had been avoiding for as long as he had known his new boyfriend.

Simon playfully gave Ashton a boop. As Simon’s hand pulled away, Ashton felt something stuck to the tip of his nose. It wasn’t just pre. There was something solid there too. Something tiny, no bigger than a fly.

Ashton tried to get his thoughts and arousal under control, but there was something exciting about feeling the nearly imperceptible weight of a tiny guy resting atop his nose. He couldn’t even fathom how tiny Noah was. Ashton had had zits bigger than this guy. Noah was so small and so light that Ashton had to constantly remind himself that the thing he felt atop his nose was a person and not a fly or even a gnat.

Simon pulled his hand back and glanced at the thick layer of pre that coated his finger. He pressed his thumb and forefinger together and squeezed the shining, viscous fluid, and as he pulled his fingers apart, he watched the single, nearly microscopic figure that was now suspended in the glistening liquid.

Simon once more leaned in close. As he did so, he ground his cock firmly against Ashton’s chest, bringing the full weight of the beast down upon the two tiny men that writhed and moaned in ecstasy beneath it.

Simon once more held his fingertip close enough to Ashton’s face that Ashton could see the spec of a man suspended in pre atop Simon’s fingertip. Ashton watched in horny fascination as the pre atop Simon’s fingertip steadily began to ooze downward, forming into a small bead in which Rex floated.

Ashton felt dizzy. A mix of confusion and excitement and arousal and fascination raged within him. Ever since he had met Devon, he had asked himself, ‘did he just like Devon as a person, or was there some part of him that was excited by the idea of a dude so much smaller than himself?’ Now, as he watched the spec-sized form of Rex slowly descend from Simon’s fingertip, Ashton knew that the answer was both. He loved Devon. He enjoyed the time they spent just chatting and hanging out, but also, there was another part of him that was fascinated by what he was seeing. Ashton would have continued to spiral as he intently watched Rex’s nearly microscopic form descend from Simon’s fingertip, but Ashton was forcibly snapped back to the present by what Simon said next.  

“Rex loves to ride down below, and between you and me, I love how it feels to have him down there. You should try it. I imagine it’d be hard to feel small when your cock is the size of a city to someone else,” Simon said. His voice was barely above a whisper, but he was so close that Ashton could hear him loud and clear even without the air of the earpiece.

Ashton’s mind flashed to an image of Rex atop his own dick. Rex, a small speck. A man smaller than a gnat. A man as small as a grain of sand, standing atop Ashton’s rock hard cock. Even the bead of pre oozing from the tip of Ashton’s shuddering dick would be far larger than that little guy.

Simon was right. The mere idea of seeing someone so small that they could literally be swallowed whole by Ashton’s dick was exciting and intoxicating. Ashton didn’t want to admit it to Simon or even to himself, but his body wasn’t going to let him keep it a secret. The image flashed into Ashton’s brain for but a second. It was a mere moment, but that momentary lapse in control was all it took. Ashton let out a moan. His short cock shuddered and lurched, and then thick ropes of spunk began spurting forth. Despite having just climaxed mere moments before, Ashton came again and again. Ashton wished that he could say that a climax like this was rare, but when he and Devon fooled around, he tended to get so worked up that he came buckets each time.

God, he really was into this, wasn’t he? Ashton didn’t know if he should admit it to himself, let alone his boyfriend, but on some level, he felt like Devon already knew.

As Ashton’s entire body trembled and his dick spurted, Simon could feel warm, wet jizz splash against his lower back. More than that, however, Simon could feel the two smaller forms of Devon and Trevor writhing beneath his fat cock and could hear their cries of orgasmic bliss coming through his earpiece. No doubt Trevor and Devon had joined Ashton in their climax.

Feeling a job well done, Simon pulled his hand back and looked at the spec still suspended on his fingertip. “I told you he’d be into it,” Simon said to the minuscule figure before reached down and once more slipping his finger under the layer of foreskin the clung to the base of his cock head. With Rex safely secure, Simon was free to have his own fun.

Simon sat back and stared down at Ashton. Ashton was already spent. He had stopped cumming and was just gasping for air as he tried to calm his libido and clear his head, but Simon hadn’t yet had his relief. Fortunately, Simon didn’t need much more pushing to get him over the edge.

Simon leaned forward so that he was once more straddling Ashton’s body. He was so close that his lips nearly touched Ashton’s own. Simon had one hand propping himself up and the other around his huge, thick cock.

“My turn,” Simon moaned breathily as he stroked his fat cock.

It didn’t take long. Simon didn’t even try to fight it. After a few quick pumps, he let out a contented moan and huge, thick salvos of spunks splurted from his cock and splashed down atop Ashton’s chest and face. Ashton’s face was soon coated in cum, as was his chest and the two little dudes who rested atop it.

Ashton’s chest was already splattered in his own jizz. It was a huge load by Ashton’s standard, but it was nothing compared to Simon’s. In a single shot, Simon’s jizz eclipsed not only Ashton’s own, but the two tiny figures that lay atop his chest.

Simon came again and again. Each shot further coated his three friends… four friends, considering that Noah was now also in the splash zone. The bug-sized bro was quickly buried under a thick, tar-like layer of spunk. With each spurt, Simon pumped more and more hot, thick spunk onto his friends, further drenching the quartet in cum. Soon, however, even Simon was spent. He let out a contented sigh and flopped over onto the bed beside Ashton.

For the next several minutes, the guys all just laid there basking in the afterglow. Ashton and Simon lay side by side. Devon and Trevor laid atop Ashton’s chest which rose and fell rhythmically with each heavy breath. Noah clung to the tip of Ashton’s nose, surrounded on all sides by spunk and sweat, and deep under the layer of Simon’s thick foreskin rested the tiny form of Rex. Eventually, however. The afterglow faded and the guys caught their breath.

“That was fun…” Simon said breathily.

Ashton was having a hard time responding. He was having a hard time even thinking. That was intense. He had cum so much and so hard that his nuts still felt a bit sore.

Simon rolled over and gave Ashton a playful pat on the cheek. “Come on,” Simon said. “We’ll have to get cleaned up if we want to catch some of the festival.”

Ashton’s jaw dropped. He had gotten so caught up in the moment that he had forgotten the whole reason he and his boyfriend had come over here in the first place!

“Y-yeah. Let’s go,” Ashton said.

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Trevor: The Gang Prepares for the Pride Festival

I got the idea to do a fic of the Trevor characters going to Pride during the last week of July, but I didn't want to rush it, so it ended up suuuuuper late. This fic went through several iterations and rewrites. It also ended up so long that I felt it worked better to break it into chunks.

The premise is exactly what the title says. Ashton and Devon arrive at Simon's apartment as the group prepares to check out the sights.

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                Upon hearing a knock at the door, Trevor piped up and said, “I’ll get it!”

                “I can’t believe you still think that’s funny,” Simon said with a sigh and an eye roll.

                “You still laughed,” Trevor replied.

                “That wasn’t a laugh. It was a groan,” Simon replied.

                “Agree to disagree,” Trevor replied.

                Simon didn’t continue their banter. Instead, he turned his attention towards the new arrival. Simon cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, “It’s open! Just come in!”

                There was a pause. Simon waited for a second to listen for the sound of the door opening, but he heard no such thing.

                “I think he’s a vampire,” Trevor said.

                “Worse. He’s ‘cool’,” Simon said with a sigh. Simon reached a hand down for his little live-in boyfriend to clamber aboard and lifted Trevor to his shoulder. Once Trevor was in position, Simon quickly grabbed the pair of briefs he had set out and trotted towards the doorway to open it for their new arrival. As he did so, he muttered under his breath, “at least with a vampire they would come in when you invite them instead of waiting for you to open the door for them…”

                Upon reaching the door to the apartment, Simon swung the door open and looked right at their new guest. As Simon stared up at the new arrival, he let out an exasperated sigh and said, “I’ve told you repeatedly! You don’t need to knock! You’ve got your own key! You’re an honorary housemate! Just come on in whenever!”

                The new arrival was too stunned to speak, and not just because Simon had laid into him. Simon was standing there with his briefs in his hand and not a stitch else of clothing. Simon’s impressively fat foot-long and hefty pair of nuts dangled heavily between his thighs. Ashton was usually good at playing it cool, but even his cheeks were turning red with arousal, which was to say nothing of the stirring in his briefs.

                “Just being polite,” Ashton grumbled. He turned his head away as if scoffing, but his eyes continued to angle down at Simon’s exposed monster.

                “I told you, you should just have gone in. It’s less polite to reject his hospitality,” came Devon’s voice through the receivers that they all wore.

                Ashton glanced at the small figure to his side. Devon was perched like a parrot on a pirate atop Ashton’s left shoulder. At seven inches tall, Devon was tiny compared to his towering boyfriend, but even Devon was massive compared to Trevor, who stood less than two inches.

                “Hey, Dev!” Trevor called out excitedly. He waved with both arms at his friend. Devon clocked him and gave a friendly wave in reply.

                “Oh, nice fit. Glad to see you dressed for the occasion,” Simon said as he too looked at the small figure.

                “Thanks! I made them myself,” Devon said. He puffed up his chest and straightened his back as if modeling his attire from his perch atop his boyfriend’s shoulder. The colors were garishly bright, almost as if they had been colored with a set of highlighters. He had a bright pink visor with a bright pink crop top, an equally garish and equally short cropped yellow jacket, hot pink short shorts, and yellow shoes and gloves. He looked like he was trying to channel his inner Jubilee but somehow even brighter and thottier.

                “It’s all hi-vis fabric. You know, like they wear at constructions sites and whatnot. I wanted him to be easily visible in case we get separated somehow,” Ashton explained.

                “Yeah, and this is my first time going to one of these things, and I kinda figured that… if I’m going to be trying to be seen anyway… I may as well… you know…” Devon stammered. He looked so excited a second ago, but his façade quickly crumbled. His face was turning almost as pink as his crop top as the blood rushed to his cheeks.

                “It’s a good look on you!” Trevor cheered.

                “Yeah. Your first time can be a bit nerve-wracking, but once we get there, I’m sure you’ll relax in no time,” Simon added.

                “And at least you’re actually wearing something…” Ashton grumbled.

                “You’re… you’re not actually going to go like that, are you?” Devon asked. He too was having a hard time not staring at Simon’s impressive hose.

                “I have some standards,” Simon replied with a playfully exasperated sigh.

                “I’m in favor of him letting it hang,” Trevor said.

                “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten tired of it,” Simon teased.

                “No such thing as too much of a good thing,” Trevor replied playfully.    

                “Are you guys going to be flirting the whole time?” Ashton asked.

                “Yeah. Probably,” Trevor replied.

                “These events get me excited. I can’t help but show everyone how in love we are,” Simon added.

                “Maybe you could show a little less…” Devon said. He was trying very hard not to stare at Simon’s exposed monster, but his eyes kept drifting back to that massive cock.

                “More like A Lot less…” Ashton grumbled. He too was trying not to stare at Simon’s cock and was similarly failing at doing so.

                “I’ve already got an outfit picked out. Don’t worry about that… although… you should probably change too,” Simon said.

                “Me?” Ashton asked. Ashton was dressed the same as he always was – beat up jacket, torn jeans, and heavy soled boots. Ashton moved his head as if rolling his eyes, but his eyes refused to roll. They were still fixated on Simon’s exposed sausage.

                “Yes, you. You’re going to go out dressed in all that?” Simon asked.

                “At least I am dressed,” Ashton grumbled.

                “Yeah, yeah. Bitch all you like,” Simon teased.

                “We all know you haven’t stop staring from the second you walked in,” Trevor added.

                “You don’t even look at mine that way,” Devon chimed in, adding onto the teasing.

                “That thing’s bigger than you are!” Ashton protested.

                “Relax. You’re allowed to look,” Simon said with a laugh.

                Ashton looked like he was about to counter with something snarky, but he stopped himself at the last second. Instead, he settled for a dismissive, “tch.” Simon smirked playfully but didn’t continue his teasing. Instead, he shifted gears and once more focused on Asthon’s attire.

                “I get that that’s your whole aesthetic, but we’re in a record heat wave. Layers and black denim are a fast track to heat stroke,” Simon said.

                “Yeah, and your face is already looking pretty red. Sure you didn’t get overheated on the way here?” Trevor teased.

                “Even I was getting a little hot, and I wasn’t even walking,” Devon said.  

                “Enough about the heat…” Ashton grumbled.

                “You should listen to him. I think you’ll be more comfortable in something lighter,” Devon said.

                “I’ve got some clothes you can borrow, if you want,” Simon said.

               “I’m fine with what I got,” Ashton grumbled.

                “At least see what he’s got. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t find anything you like,” Devon said and gently patted Ashton’s shoulder.

                Ashton grimaced slightly before saying, “I doubt he has anything that will fit me.” But given the way his eyes kept darting towards Simon’s exposed, swinging meat, it was clear that he wasn’t worried about the clothes being too tight.

                Devon was quick to pick up on this and let out a thoughtful, “hmmm…”

                “What are you ‘hmmm’ing about?” Ashton asked.

                “There’s going to be a lot of guys out there in just their briefs. Why don’t you do that?” Devon replied.

                “Absolutely not,” Ashton said.

                “Why not? You look so good in them!” Devon asked.

                “You know why,” Ashton grumbled.

                “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal of it. It’s bigger than I am,” Trevor replied.

                “Not by much…” Ashton grumbled.

                “A lot of guys like the look of a little one. I think you’ll be a hit there,” Simon said.

                “That’s rich coming from you…” Ashton said.

                Simon shrugged in apparent defeat and said, “I’m just saying, I’ve seen it. I think it looks great. You’re a hot dude. You should flaunt it.”

                “Yeah, dude. It’s a nice cock,” Trevor added.

                Ashton began to once more roll his eyes, but he stopped and glanced over at his boyfriend when he felt Devon gently place a hand on his shoulder.

                “I think you should do it,” Devon said sweetly.

                Ashton seemingly went through the five stages of grief in just as many seconds. He winced at the suggestion, then sighed, then seemed to mull it over, and then shook his head in defeat.

                “I’ve got some clothes you can borrow if you don’t want to, but either way, you should change out of what you’ve got on. At the very least let me rub some sunscreen on you,” Simon said.

                “Oohhh. You’re gonna love the stuff we got,” Trevor said excitedly.

                “Hmm?” Devon asked while Ashton simultaneously raised an eyebrow curiously.

                “We have normal sunscreen if you want it. I just got some of that glitter stuff because I thought it would be fun,” Simon said.

                “Oh! You got that sparkly sunscreen!?” Devon said. He seemed so excited that his eyes practically lit up.

                “You want some? There might be enough to for you too,” Trevor teased.

                Devon turned to his boyfriend and really turned on the puppy dog eyes and asked, “can I?”

                Ashton was taken aback. He glanced over at his tiny boyfriend on his shoulder and sputtered, “Why are you asking me? You don’t need my permission. Wait. Why do you think I’d even say no?”

                “I… don’t know. It just seemed the right thing to do, and you are being a bit combative,” Devon said with a shrug.

                “I’m not being-!” Ashton began sputter, but that’s as far as he got. His eye twitched, and he let out an annoyed grunt.

                “Are you ok?” Devon asked.

                “No… I mean. Yes, but also no…” Ashton grumbled.

                Devon scooted along Ashton’s shoulder until he was close that his body was touching the side of Ashton’s face. Devon leaned his head against Ashton’s cheek and sweetly whispered, “What’s wrong?”

                “The whole reason I am going to this thing is because you wanted to,” Ashton said.

                “Do you not want to go? You don’t have to,” Devon said.

                “No. That’s not what I meant. I wanted to go to this to see you having a good time, but…” Ashton said. His voice began to trail off at the end as he struggled to find the right words for what he was thinking.

                “But…?” Devon asked, but then his eyes suddenly went wide, and he gasped in shock. “Oh!”

                “Look. I agree that I shouldn’t go dressed in this. I also… don’t… not want to do what you suggested and just wear my briefs,” Ashton murmured.

                “But you’re having trouble pushing through that mental block to do it,” Devon finished.

                “And me getting so up my own ass is bringing down the mood…” Ashton grumbled.

                “I also wanted to go to this to see you having a good time,” Devon said.

                “I’m really bringing down the mood, huh,” Ashton asked.

                “Not at all! What I’m saying is, I want you to be comfortable! If you’d be happier staying in, I’d be happier not seeing you miserable!” Devon exclaimed.

                “We don’t even have to go to whole event. The parade isn’t for a few hours. If you feel more comfortable, we can hang out here, and when the parade comes by, we can just go to the balcony and wave as they pass by,” Simon suggested.

                “No. I want to go,” Ashton said.

                “Then you should go ahead and strip,” Trevor said.

                Ashton turned his attention to the tiny figure on Simon’s shoulder and narrowed his eyes, but despite the intensity of his glare, Trevor merely rolled his eyes and dismissively waved it off.

                “We’ve all seen you naked here. Get nude. Get comfy,” Trevor said.

                Ashton was taken aback, but it was Devon who vocalized what he was thinking. “Nude!?” Devon squeaked.

                “Yeah. You’re going to strip down anyway. Why not go full Monty,” Trevor said.

                “It’ll help with putting the sunscreen on, too,” Simon added.

                Ashton’s glared at Simon and Trevor. His eye twitched slightly, but he suddenly let out a sigh and his body language drooped significantly. “No. You’re right,” he said.

                “Oh! You’re going to do it!?” Devon asked excitedly.

                “Yeah… yeah, I guess I will,” Ashton said.

                “I know you’re high-strung. Which is why it’s best to slowly ease into it,” Simon said.

                “Yeah. Let it hang with your friends!” Trevor cheered.

                “Hang.” Ashton scoffed. His eyes once more darted towards Simon’s exposed, swinging monster.

               Devon placed a small hand gently on Ashton’s cheek to give him moral support. Ashton glanced down at the small figure on his shoulder and flashed a small, nervous smile before raising his leg and undoing the laces on his shoes. Ashton had gotten so used to doing this with a tiny passenger that his shoulder barely even dipped as he untied one shoe and then the other. Soon, both shoes were loose enough that he could step out of them. Next, Ashton began to take off his jacket. Ashton and Devon had done this maneuver enough that Devon knew how to hop to Ashton’s exposed bit of shoulder as he removed the jacket. Ashton felt Devon touch down against the nape of his neck. Devon was too close for Ashton to turn his head and look at him, but Ashton still managed to mutter towards his boyfriend, “your friends are weird. You know that?”

               “Yeah. And you’re one of them,” Devon said sweetly.

               Ashton let out a groan of defeat, rolled his eyes, and then pulled his shirt up and over his head. Devon pressed himself close to the side of Ashton’s neck to avoid getting caught up in the shirt. Ashton set the shirt aside with the rest of his clothes and stood there. It took him a moment to steel his nerves, but despite his misgivings, shimmied his jeans down his legs and kicked them off, adding them to the pile of his other clothes. Ashton was now clad in nothing but his briefs. He stood there for a moment trying his best to act casual, but his cheeks were burning bright red in spite of himself.  

               “Oh, those are cute!” Simon cheered.

               “Yeah! It’s a good look on you!” Trevor agreed.

               “See? I told you they’d like it!” Devon added.

                “It’s not like I wear these for them…” Ashton grumbled, but despite his protests, his cheeks were turning pinker and the small but pronounced bulge of his rigid cock shifted as his dick gave a lurch of delight. There was a pronounced wet splotch forming on the tip of his bulge as pre began to seep through the fabric.

                “Then take them off!” Trevor teased.

                Ashton once more groaned, but the annoyance in his voice was gone. Getting out of his clothes had helped him to unwind significantly, and his annoyance was replaced with good-natured amusement. He reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and began to push them down along his hips. He paused for a second as the waistband hit the base of his cock. He simultaneously felt stressed out at the thought of showing his dick but also felt silly at his own embarrassment. This wouldn’t be the first time any of them had seen him naked, and it wasn’t like his briefs were hiding anything.

Ashton took a second to steel himself then took a deep breath and pushed his briefs the rest of the way down. His rigid thumb-sized stiffy popped into view. Trevor let out a cheer. Simon gave an appreciative whistle, and Devon clapped happily from his perch atop Ashton’s shoulder. Ashton’s face was burning bright red. His brow was furrowed. His lips were pursed, but those who had learned to read the small changes in his facial expressions recognized the seeming pained look on his face as a furtive grin.

                Ashton stepped out of his briefs and added them to the pile of clothes on the nearby couch. He stood there for a moment unable to decide what to do next. Ashton was amazed at how hard he was. Sure, Simon was hot, and Simon’s cock was amazing, but there was more at work than just that. Ashton usually only liked being naked with Devon, but they were boyfriends. They had become very comfortable with each other’s bodies in the last few months. Ashton never really thought of himself as one who liked to show off – especially given how little he had to show, but he actually liked the way he felt with his friends looking at him. They all seemed genuinely excited to see him show his stuff.

                Ashton’s body trembled and his dick shuddered as he fought an internal battle. Part of him still felt he should cover up. He still felt awkward and exposed even though his friends were there to cheer him on, but he also felt incredibly turned on. His dick was the hardest it had ever been. He was already leaking pre.

                Ashton’s hand kept hovering close to his crotch. He was fighting an active battle with himself to not cover up, but that was only part of the problem. He felt bad leaking like this onto Simon’s floor.

                Simon stepped forward and gently grabbed Ashton’s hand. “It’s fine. These floors are easy to clean, and you’re not the first one to get cum on them,” Simon said sweetly.

                Simon was several inches shorter than Ashton. He stood about eye level with Ashton’s pecs. Ashton had to look down to meet Simon’s gaze, but as Ashton’s eyes drifted lower, his gaze went past Simon’s eyes and fell once more upon the impressive specimen that was swinging between Simon’s legs.

               Simon’s cock was incredibly when it was soft, but it was rapidly growing and hardening. Ashton could feel Simon’s semi pressing against his thigh. The look and feel of Simon’s cock was maddening. Ashton felt bad getting so worked up especially with his boyfriend mere inches away, but Devon didn’t seem to mind. If anything, Devon was enjoying the view as well.

                Simon’s dick looked amazing from Ashton’s perspective, but it looked phenomenal from Devon’s. Simon’s dick was bigger than Devon’s whole body! Devon could barely wrap his head around how huge it must be. On some level, Devon understood why Rex loved such huge cocks. As much as he loved Ashton’s and his cute little dick, just thinking about what it would look like to see a cock that filled his entire field of vision got Devon hot under the collar.

                “Man… what would that look like up close…?” Devon murmured softly to himself.

                Simon’s gaze shifted from Ashton’s to the small figure on Ashton’s shoulder. Simon’s smirk spread wider into an impish Cheshire Cat-like smile. “You’re welcome to try it anytime you want,” Simon said.

                Devon gasped. How did he forget that the collar could pick up anything he said! He instinctively clasped his hand over his own mouth to stop himself from accidentally saying anything else stupid.

                “You know… we’ve got a lot of time before the parade…” Trevor said. There was an impish tone in his voice that matched the smile on his boyfriend’s face.

                “Yeah, and I don’t think any of us our going to be ready to go out in public until we take care of these,” Simon added. As he said so, he ran his fingers along the underside of Ashton’s short, stiff little cocklet.

                Ashton understood the implication instantly, but he couldn’t bring himself to act. He just stood there, stiff as a board in both posture and penis. Trevor was quick to redirect the invitation, however. 

                 “Hey, Dev. You’re the only one here who still has his clothes on,” Trevor said impishly.

                “Hmm? Oh? … Oh!” Devon gasped. He was trying to take his eyes off of the lurid view below him. He could see Simon’s cock swelling rapidly, and he could see his boyfriend’s own dick shuddering excitedly against Simon’s fingers.  

                “Well… he’s already dressed for the event,” Ashton said in a half-hearted attempt to redirect the tone of the conversation. However, Devon seemed eager to pick up what Trevor was putting down.

                “Yeah, but I want to get some sunscreen on me too,” Devon replied. He was trying to play it cool, but it was clear from how red his face was that he was as turned on as anyone else.

                Ashton glanced over at the small figure on his shoulder. His furrowed brow and pensively pursed lips seemed to be asking Devon for permission. Devon merely nodded and smiled in reply before he too began disrobing.

                Devon kicked off his shoes, sending them falling to the ground far below. He had hoped to get them onto the pile of Ashton’s clothes, but they fell short of the mark by a good margin. It didn’t really matter, though. Devon quickly pulled off his jacket and then his shirt until he was clad in nothing but his shorts. This was where the problem began. He undid the fly and tried to shimmy them down his hips, but since he was sitting, it was easier said than done. Even with all his practice perching atop Ashton’s shoulder, Devon leaned a little too far. His eyes went wide as he felt the forces of gravity and inertia begin to overtake him, but before he could fall too far, Ashton’s hand quickly scooped him from beneath. Devon went from falling to resting comfortably in the palm of his boyfriend’s hand.

                Devon stared up at his towering boyfriend and gave an awkward wave to show that he was ok. Ashton looked shocked and worried, but the worry quickly faded as he realized that Devon was fine.

                Devon’s face was bright red. The sudden shock of falling had been replaced by a sense of safety and comfort as he sat there in the palm of his boyfriend’s hand. Ashton’s hand was so huge that Devon could rest in the palm as easily as he could a recliner. His arms rested against the upper edge of Ashton’s palm, and Devon’s ass rested solidly in the center with his legs hanging over the edge.

                “Would you like me to help you with that?” Ashton asked. Ashton was still not the best at showing his emotions, but there was a flirtatious smile playing at the corners of his lips.

                “Sure. I mean… I already got it started for you…” Devon said. Devon nodded down towards his shorts. The fly was already undone, and they were riding halfway down his hips, but Ashton was free to finish the job.

               Devon leaned back and lifted his hips as Ashton’s fingers gently tugged at his shorts. Devon’s small garment steadily slid down his legs causing his impressive cock and balls to spill into view. Devon’s rigid dick swung back and slapped against his belly. His dick was so long that the head of it reached past his belly button. Devon was rock hard by this point, and he wasn’t the only one. Everyone else in the room had been good and rigid for a while now.

               “So… now what?” Devon asked in a failed attempt to play it casual.

               “We’re all already naked and boned…” Trevor said.

               “And you seemed eager to get to see my cock up close,” Simon added.

               “But what about the Pride festival?” Ashton asked.

               “We’ve got all day…” Devon said. Ashton glanced down in shock at his small boyfriend who was reclining in his hand. Even Devon seemed amazed at the words that came out of his mouth.

               “Besides, what gayer than a bunch of dude’s fucking,” Simon replied playfully.

               “They specifically say it’s not gay if it’s a three-way,” Trevor joked.

               “Good thing there’s four of us,” Simon said. He then glanced up at Ashton and with a wink added, “that means you have to join us.”

               Ashton’s jaw hung open in shock. His little dick gave a lurch of delight. “I… I was gonna!” he sputtered.

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