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dwindleslowly · 6 days ago

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That Means Something Here

[M/m, shrinking, sex]

Chase took a swig of his beer and surveyed the bar. There were a number of good looking men around, but not what he was looking for. Then he saw him at the back. He was a behemoth. Six foot six at least. At six two and stocky, Chase didn't meet many guys who outsized him. He turned his Red Sox cap around on his head, grabbed his beer and made his way over.

"Hey," said Chase. "Nice shirt." The guy was wearing a Derek Jeter jersey.

The guy smirked at him. "Thanks." He grabbed Chase's hat and turned it forward. "Brave of you to wear that in this town."

Chase shrugged. "Gotta be who you are, right?" He smiled.

"Guess so. Think you've got a chance?"

It took Chase a second to realize he meant the World Series.

"I think it could happen for us."

The guy laughed. "You people never lose hope do you?"

Chase grinned. "You miss all the shots you don't take!"

"That you do." The guy put his arm around the man next to him who'd been watching them. "Come on hon, our reservation's coming up." He cuffed the brim of Chase's hat. "Good luck there slugger."

"Yeah, thanks," Chase said. The two men left and Chase sighed, fixed his hat and took a big swig of his beer.

"Nice play, too bad it didn't work."

Chase looked up from his beer. The guy talking to him was about a head shorter, with a neatly trimmed bear and short dark hair slicked back on his head.

Chase shrugged. "I tried."

The man smiled. "Would have reeled me in."

"No offense, but you're not really my type."

The man's smile didn't change. "I know. I came over here to give you this." He held out a small black card.

Chase took it. It said "Megethos" on it in silver letters and had an address underneath it.

"You're a promoter?" he asked.

"Only when I see someone who would be a good fit for the community. You should give it a try, I think you'll find exactly what you're looking for."

"This address is all the way uptown."

"You miss all the shots you don't take." The guy reached up and pushed the brim of Chase's hat so it was backwards. "Go just like that, you'll be a big hit."

The guy turned and walked into the crowd. Chase looked back at the card. It would be at least an hour to get there. Then again, he wasn't having any luck here and he didn't want to go home this early on a Friday night.

The subway got him most of the way but he had to hike west a few blocks to get to the place. The whole area looked industrial and he wondered what kind of a place would be way out here. A rave? It better not be a rave.

When he got to the address he found a small door in a brick building. It had a sign over it that looked something like the club's name, but it had a y instead of a g and a weird looking zero instead of th. He gave the handle a try and suddenly the door flew open and big looking dude was staring out at him. The guy was massive, with thick muscles and a big belly. He glared down at Chase. Then he focused on Chase's hat and smirked.

"You got a card?"

Chase showed him the card the stranger had given him.

"Come on in." The big guy stood aside to let Chase pass. Chase was surprised he didn't ask for ID. At twenty-four he usually got carded.

He entered a long dark hallway. There were a few left and right turns coming off it. He could hear the pumping bass line of dance music coming from somewhere else. He started forward. He assumed there'd be a bar around here somewhere.

As he came toward one of the offshoot hallways, a guy came around the corner and nearly ran into him.

"Oh, sorry," the guy said.

"Hey do you know where the bar is?" said Chase.

"Depends what you're--" The guy noticed Chase's hat. "Oh! Wow. You're brave."

Chase shrugged "Gotta be who you are."

The guy grinned at him. "Good for you dude. You want the last hall on the right down there."

"Thanks."

Chase proceeded where the man had pointed. He turned down a hall that ended in a door with a sign that had the same weird looking writing as the one at the front door.

"Uikpotepos?" said Chase. "Weird place."

He entered to find an old-fashioned looking bar area, dimly lit by flickering gaslamps that were staggered along the walls of the room. The floor was an austere black and white tile and the bar was ornately carved wood painted a flat medium gray. A few lush red stools stood along the bar. They were spaced much wider than you'd expect, almost like every other stool was missing. There was one guy seated there with a drink in front of him. He seemed to be mumbling into his chest.

The walls not occupied by the bar were inset with hemispherical booths upholstered with the same red material as the bar stools. Most had just a single occupant, a few of whom seemed to be mumbling to themselves, much like the guy at the bar. Chase wondered if there was some kind of protocol here he was supposed to know.

He started for the bar when he felt an arm drape over his shoulders. He turned to find a man standing next to him, just a couple inches shorter than him. He had short hair, about a three day stubble, and very intense green eyes. He was dressed much nicer than Chase, a black button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone and a pair of well-fitted gray slacks.

"Hey there," the guy said. "I'm glad I noticed you before anyone else did."

The guy was handsome enough and not too much shorter than Chase, but the guy who'd given Chase the card had said "exactly what he was looking for" and he wasn't willing to settle for less just yet.

"No offense, but you're not quite my type," said Chase.

The man grinned and gave the brim of Chase's hat a couple tugs.

"Not yet anyway."

Chase wasn't sure what that meant. "It's just--"

"This is your first time here, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Come have a drink with me. I'll give you the lowdown here. If you're still not feeling it after one drink, at least you'll have the hang of the place a little better, right?"

Chase did feel a little lost and some guidance would be great, if nothing else.

"Alright."

The guy waved at a waiter and lead Chase to an empty booth. Chase slid in and the man sat close enough next to him that their legs were touching.

"I guess I'm a bit underdressed here," said Chase.

"I think you're dressed perfect for your role."

"My role?"

"I'll explain, but let's get some drinks."

The waiter approached their table.

"I'll have a vodka martini," said the man, "and as you can see my friend here wants the special."

Chase was about to ask for a beer. He didn't usually drink cocktails, but he supposed if the guy was buying, he shouldn't be ungrateful.

"I'm Jared," said the man, offering his hand.

"Chase."

They shook.

"Chase," said the man. "I like Chases." He put his arm around Chase's shoulders. He had to stretch a bit. "You're a pretty big guy, Chase."

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

The waiter came back and set a martini glass down in front of Jared. Chase's drink was a green tinted liquid served in a highball glass.

"What's this, absinthe?" said Chase.

"Much better," said Jared. He held up his martini. "Cheers."

They toasted and Chase took a sip of his drink. It wasn't fruity as he feared, it was actually a kind of pleasant bitter taste with an extra herbal flavor that Chase couldn't place.

"It's good," said Chase. "I'm not usually one for cocktails but I like this."

"I thought you would," said Jared.

Chase had another sip. Jared was stroking his shoulder.

"So, this is an interesting place," said Chase, trying to prompt Jared to spill some info.

"It usually is," said Jared. "When did you get your card?"

"Just a couple hours ago actually. A guy came up to me and told me I'd like it here."

"And he told you to wear your hat like that?"

"Yeah, actually he did."

"You should know that means something here."

"Really? What?"

"I don't want to spoil the surprise, but Edwin is usually right about the guys he finds."

"Edwin? You know the guy handing out the cards?"

"I know the guy who'd send you here looking like that, yeah."

Chase was starting to feel like he was the butt of some kind of a joke.

"Look," he said, setting his drink on the table. "I'm not sure I like all the mystery here, if you're making fun of me--"

"You're always trying to meet guys who are bigger than you. Someone that can put his arms around you and make you feel small. But that's tough for a big guy like you. You try it with guys a bit smaller than you, but most of them get nervous and subby because you outsize them."

Chase stared at him. "That's right. How did you know?"

"I told you, Edwin picks the right guys to send our way." Jared was looking at Chase very intently. Chase could see the flickering light on the wall nearby reflected in his intense green eyes. "I'm not nervous, Chase. I'm not subby."

Chase nodded. "I guess I'm just feeling like a fish out of water here."

Jared leaned loser and curled his arm around further, brushing Chase's chest with his hand. "Let me help you feel at ease, little fish." He picked up Chase's drink and brought it up to Chase's mouth. Chase drank from it. Jared held it there for a long swallow, and when he set it down the drink was half gone.

Something was bothering Chase and that was when he realized it shouldn't have been that easy for Jared to reach around him. He saw that the man's head was several inches above his now. His eyes widened.

"You're getting bigger!" His cock jumped looking at the man who was now nearly a full head taller than him.

Jared smiled and he patted Chase's chest, shaking his head. "No."

Chase frowned. A hallucination? What was in that drink? As he stared at it he noticed that the table that had been halfway up his belly was approaching shoulder height for him. He looked at Jared.

"What does the hat mean?"

"It means you're fair game for anyone who wants to take you down."

Chase glanced around the room. He saw now that the shirt pocket of the man at the bar was moving around on its own. In the booth across from them, he could just barely see through dim light a second pair of very small legs dangling over the edge of the seat. It drew his attention to the fact that his own legs were now far from reaching the floor. His shirt sleeves were billowing around his forearms and the neck was exposing more and more of his shoulders and chest. Even the jock he'd worn under his shorts was collapsing too big around him.

He was rock hard.

He knew he should be angry, or scared. He hadn't agreed to this. But his dick was singing so loudly it was hard to hear those softer sour notes.

Jared was grinning broadly down at him. "I love the look on a guy's face the first time he realizes what's happening. What do you think?"

Chase looked up into the face of the man who now loomed over him. A man who could toss him around and use him as he pleased. He was concerned, apprehensive, aroused. "You look incredible right now," said Chase softly.

Jared leaned down and they started making out. The man's lips and tongue were huge to Chase, invading his mouth. He felt overwhelmed for the first time ever by the size of the guy he was with and he loved it.

Chase let the hat that was now way too big for him tumble onto the seat. Jared lifted Chase's shirt over his head and dropped it onto the hat. He stroked Chase's chest with his fingers as they kissed.

After a few moments Chase realized he had stopped changing size. He was relieved, but… Disappointed?

"Is this the smallest I get?" he asked.

Jared seemed amused by this question. "It's pretty small for a first timer." He glanced at the half full glass on the table. "You could finish that, and then you'd be small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. You'd look cute like that. We could have a fun evening, me carrying you around in my pocket, teasing you, showing you off to a few friends. Maybe investigate some of the things we could do at that size."

Chase was leaking.

"Or, you could stay like this and I could bring you to an even darker little corner and you could experience the thrill of being filled almost beyond capacity. Your choice."

Chase thought about it. "What time is it?"

"About ten."

"So… why not both?"

Jared grinned. He scooped Chase out of the remainder of his clothes, and threw Chase over his shoulder. As Jared navigated the hallways, they passed various people, some of unlikely small or large size. Several stopped to look at Chase. He felt his cheeks burn to be exposed like this but it also made his cock jump.

Jared brought him into a small room with a dim red light over the door. There was a narrow bed against the wall. Jared set him down and undressed hastily. Chase stroked himself as he watched his huge friend getting naked. The man had a nice, athletic body with a light dusting of hair over his chest and belly.

It was by far the biggest cock Chase had ever taken. He almost wasn't sure he could do it, but he wanted to and he pushed himself. Jared proceeded to jack hammer Chase's ass. His cock hit the extra sensitive spot inside Chase so well, he found himself cumming without even touching himself. Jared lasted a good long while and when he finally moaned and started cumming, it made Chase shoot all over again.

They lay together for a bit after that, Chase cuddled into Jared's arms, Jared tracing the contours of his body with his fingers. Jared found some wet wipes in a drawer under the bed and cleaned them both off. He got dressed and slung Chase over his shoulder again.

They went back to the bar and Jared ordered a shot of the same drink Chase had before. Chase noticed that their booth had been cleared and was worried about his clothes, but Jared told him they'd be waiting for him when he left. When the shot arrived, Chase had to hold it in both hands, but he downed it all and soon he'd shrunk down fit in Jared's palm. He was already hard again, but Jared slid him into his breast pocket and carried him away.

They came to another bar, this one much busier and more social. Jared chatted with a few guys. They talked like Chase wasn't there, even though their eyes kept drifting down to him. One of the guy's also had a small man with him. The guy asked Jared if he wanted to trade and Jared said "just for a minute, this one's new and I want to keep him to myself tonight."

Chase was deposited in the new man's hands. This guy was a little smaller than Jared. Massive to Chase. He examined Chase, turning him all around, and teased Chase with his fingers. He commented about his stocky build and asked how tall he was normally.

"Six foot two," Chase answered.

"Must be quite a change for you."

"Yeah."

He looked back at Jared and saw that he was talking in hushed tones a smooth, twinky guy in his hand. The twink was a bit bigger than Chase, he must not have drunk as much of the special. Jared suggested they compare the two, so they brought them to a hightop table and set them down next to each other. The twink looked down at Chase and grinned. He set his elbow on Chase's head and called him "shorty." Chase throbbed as the twink made fun of his size.

Later, Jared took Chase back to the small room and Chase got his first experience with a cock as tall as him. He hoped to have many more. When they lay together afterwards, Jared asked if Chase had a good time and got what he wanted that night.

"More than I even knew I wanted," said Chase.

It was nearly four in the morning when Jared brought Chase to a room just off the main hall not far from the entrance. There was a guy handing out little cups of a clear liquid. It had a flavor almost like banana. Chase drank some and he grew back to human height. Jared had gotten Chase's clothes from the check nearby. He handed them over and they exchanged numbers and a brief kiss and then Jared left. Chase started pulling on his clothes and found that everything was too big for him. He realized that when he'd kissed Jared, he had to lift his head up.

"Is anything wrong?" asked the guy at the check counter, as Chase was holding the front of his shirt out in front of him, looking at all the extra room it had.

"No," Chase told him. "Nothing."

He pulled the string on his shorts tight to keep them from falling and left for home.

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