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Acorn - Part 14

The "big" finale is here. This turned almost comically shounen anime, but I had a lot of fun with it. Travis begins his first shift as a real Acorn boy.

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

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Travis stepped out onto the dining room floor. His heart was pounding in his chest. His whole body felt tense with anxiety and excitement. This was it. His first official shift as an Acorn boy. This would be a momentous occasion even had it just been a normal day at the diner, but there was an air of festivity today that Travis had not felt in the few days he had been coming here. It was as much his first shift as it was a party held in his honor. He was both the host and guest of honor! Everywhere he looked were clients who were eager to see him and coworkers who were happy to cheer him on.

Travis balked after stepping a few feet into the dining room. All eyes were on him, and as excited as he was to be here and as much as he loved the attention, it was all too much for him. His latent anxieties began to bubble to the surface. His mind raced. He was keenly aware of the emptiness between his legs. The lack of weight from his once heavy cock and balls felt odd and unnatural. Had he made a mistake? He had traded away a fat, footlong cock – the kind of cock most guys could only dream of – for what?

However, before Travis could spiral too hard, he felt a hand give him a playful slap on the ass. The sudden impact snapped him from his trance. A familiar voice came from behind him.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, newbie,” the voice said. There was something oddly comforting in the playfully snide tone. Travis found himself smirking in spite the jeers.

“Get fucked,” Travis sassed back.

“Are you offering? Cus I don’t think I’d feel it,” Trent teased.

“You wish,” Travis scoffed playfully.

“That’s the attitude I was looking for. Now go use it on the customers,” Trent said.

Travis was tempted to glance over his shoulder if for no other reason to flash Trent a smirk of appreciation. Trent was actually a pretty nice guy… if you ignored all evidence to the contrary, but before Travis could do anything, he felt Trent’s foot pressed against the small of his back, and then with one quick kick, Trent shoved Travis out into the dining hall.

Travis staggered and stumbled awkwardly a few steps forward. His tiny apron shifted as he stumbled, giving the audience a tantalizing glimpse of his bare thighs, but despite the slight wardrobe malfunction, his apron didn’t let slip even a brief bit of balls. Travis’s package was far too small for that.

Travis blushed bright red. He could feel his dick stirring to life in the confines of his tiny cage. He could actually feel his cock getting smaller. The cage was tight, but the tightness remained consistent even as his cock stiffened and swelled within. His mind started racing with what ifs. The coldness of the pond water had caused his dick to shrivel within the cage during his skinny dipping earlier. This led to less shrinkage than he had hoped. Did the opposite hold true? If he got harder than he had ever been in his life, would the overall shrinkage be even greater? If that was true, this was sure to be the biggest reduction to date!

Travis tried to push the thought from his mind as he stared out at the audience that had gathered. These people were here for him! It was still so surreal to think of. He was brand new here, and yet he had people lining up to see him! What had Dave told them? How much had Travis been hyped up to the regulars?

As Travis looked around, he noticed a few people that he had seen during his two training shifts. They seemed even more excited to be there than people that Travis had never met before. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t they be more excited to meet the new guy if they hadn’t already met him? Travis was… well… Travis. Surely, whatever hype Dave had mustered would fade once they actually met him…

Without even realizing it, Travis had stopped dead in his tracks once more. His mind was racing. He wasn’t spiraling as hard as before, but his thoughts paralyzed him nonetheless. However, he soon felt another hand against his backside. This one was a larger, stronger palm, but instead of slapping Travis hard on the butt, this hand rested reassuringly on the small of his back.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” the kind voice asked.

“Do I have a choice?” Travis replied.

“There’s always a choice. The whole crew is here. If you’re not ready, we have plenty of others to keep the guests entertained,” Dave said.

“I’m ready… I want to be ready… but what are they expecting of me?” Travis asked.

“Just be yourself. You barely needed Curtis’s guidance during training. Cut loose. Have fun, and maybe show a little skin,” Dave said.

“I don’t have that much more skin I can show,” Travis said as he gestured down to his tiny apron. The small garment was little more than a few inches thick strip of fabric held up with strings. The notepad housed in the left pocket was little more than a pad of post-it notes since nothing else would fit. Yet, despite how small the article of clothing was, it more than covered his vastly reduced bait and tackle.

“We’ll get to that soon enough,” Dave said with a hearty laugh. He then gently nudged Travis towards the tables and the awaiting crowd.

Travis’s smile widened as he walked forward. He had been stressed out, but the encouragement of his two new friends had done wonders for his nerves. He felt ready to take on the world! But before he could make his official introduction, another figure rushed up on him. Travis barely had time to react. One second, he was walking forward, and the next second he had to spin around and brace himself as a slim figure practically pounced on him like a tiger. It was more of a tackle than a hug. The sheer force with which Curtis threw himself against Travis nearly sent both of them sprawling onto the carpet below.

The cheer from the crowd sounded much like the canned audio from a sitcom when two characters kissed. The “woo!” echoed in Travis’s ears while Curtis’s tongue worked its way past his lips. Travis was already hot and bothered without the addition of his boyfriend in the mix. He felt ready to cream right then and there, and he hadn’t even officially started his shift!

"I-I’m fine… Really…!” Travis gasped between passionate kisses.

“I know you are,” Curtis said playfully.

“I mean it! I’m ready! I don’t need any more encouragement!” Travis protested more for show than because he really meant it. He loved the feeling of his boyfriend’s lips and hands on his body.

“Too bad! You’re getting more anyway!” Curtis chided playfully.

“Should we be doing this here?” Travis protested.

“Where better!” Curtis cheered. “I want everyone to see how in love we are!”

“Y-yeah! I love you, but!” Travis stammered, but the second the words were out of his lips, he balked.

“Hm? Curtis asked impishly.

“I… have I never said that before?” Travis murmured in awe.

“No, but I knew you felt that way,” Curtis teased.

“I should have said it sooner!” Travis protested.

“You’re saying it now. In front of everyone. That has to count for something, right?” Curtis teased.

Travis’s cheeks were burning bright red but for different reasons than they were earlier. It was no longer anxiety that caused his body to tremble but euphoria! He was madly in love, and now the whole restaurant knew it!

“As much as I’d love to fool around, I think it’s time you started your shift,” Curtis said playfully.

“Y-yeah…” Travis murmured as if in a stupor.

“But… I’ll give you one last gift before you I turn you loose,” Travis said playfully.

“Hm?” Travis murmured, but his curious tone was quickly replaced by a yelp of shock. Curtis had reached under his apron and playfully gripped the small cage that gripped Travis’s dick. It didn’t hurt, per se, but the sudden pressure on his cock surprised him.

Curtis leaned in close and playfully nibbled on Travis’s ear while his fingers fiddled with the cage that housed Travis’s cock.

“These small cages are really flimsy, aren’t they?” Curtis chuckled impishly into Travis’s ear.

“Whuh?” Was all Travis could manage to respond. He had never considered it before, but the metal that comprised the smallest cages was very thin. He just assumed they didn’t need to be that sturdy since the organ they were trying to contain would not be strong enough to break free, but as he felt Curtis’s fingers tighten around the thin metal of the cage, the truth of Curtis’s words began to dawn on him. Travis winced in spite of himself as he felt the metal buckle. Curtis was making it smaller!?

The metal clamping down on his dick hurt for only a second before his cock receded enough to ease the pain. Travis’s cage was once more as snug as it had been when he put it on. Travis looked Curtis dead in the eyes, and even though he couldn’t find the words to speak, his facial expression said it all for him. “Just how small is it going to get!?”

“We’ll just have to see when it comes off,” Curtis said as if in response to Travis’s internal comments. Curtis gave Travis a playful wink, planted one last kiss on Travis’s lips, and then turned and vanished into the bustle of the rest of the wait staff that was already attending to the large volume of guests.

Travis stared in awe at the bare backside of his boyfriend as Curtis trotted away. Curtis’s bare butt bobbed in such a cute way that there was no way that Curtis wasn’t still flirting. Travis wished he had gotten a glimpse of Curtis’s cock when he had the chance, but he could see the knot of the black string that held up Curtis’s own tiny apron. Travis would have to wait until Curtis ditched the tiny garment before he could behold all the goods. Fortunately, knowing Curtis, that wouldn’t take long.

With that, Curtis made his way to the nearest table and struck up a conversation with the dude waiting there. It was like a switch flipped on in his brain, and he instantly went into customer service mode. He had forgotten his fears and quickly began chatting up the regulars. His training as a server at other restaurants helped a lot, but there was a new fun and flirty twist to the way he interacted with them all that surprised even Travis himself. Trent was right. He had gained an attitude. Trent and Curtis had both rubbed off on him in more ways than just physically.

The next few hours were a blur. Travis didn’t even realize the passage of time – at least not in the traditional way. The linear progression was no longer felt in terms of seconds or minutes or even hours. Travis felt the progression of time in the steady loosening of his tiny cage. Travis wasn’t even sure how long he had been at it. He had skipped his first break, and was no doubt due for his lunch, but he toughed it out. However, after he finished carrying a rather large tray of drinks and hors d’oeuvres something happened that snapped him out of the trancelike state he had been operating in.

Travis stood up from placing the tray on the table. He wiped the sweat from his brow and was just about to exchange a playful quip with one of the patrons when the sound of a metallic object hitting the floor echoed through the dining room.

Tink………. Tink……. Tink… Tink. Tink.

Travis froze. His jaw dropped. He could feel the cool air against his now exposed cock and balls. He wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. He wasn’t even sure what to feel! However, before he could spiral too hard, Dave’s booming voice echoed through the establishment.

“And that! Is the sound of an angel getting its wings!” Dave cheered.

Voices reverberated through the room. There was a mixture of excitement, confusion, and amusement at this new proclamation. Travis’s mind flashed back to their interview where he had made a similar comment when he had last heard this sound. Dave had made good on his comment and had used Travis’s own quip to announce Travis’s “graduation”.

Travis’s mind raced. Had that been the sound he heard during his interview? He remembered now. He remembered what the others had told him earlier. It was rare for someone to permanently go down a size, but it was cause for celebration. However, no one had ever gone down as many sizes as Travis had. A tense silence slowly settled on the crowd. Both the guests and employees waited with bated breath as Travis stood there and stared down in awe at his own apron.

His heart pounded so hard it echoed in his ears. Travis was once more paralyzed with anxiety and indecision. Should he remove his apron? Should he show everyone his cock? Should he show himself his cock? Just how small was it? Would it be too small? Would it be small enough? However, before Travis could spiral too hard, he felt a pair of arms warp around his chest. He felt Curtis’s chin rest on his shoulder. He heard Curtis’s soft, reassuring voice whisper into his ear.

“Turn around. You don’t have to show everyone. You can just show me, if you want,” Curtis whispered.

“I don’t want to hide it…” Travis murmured uncertainly.

“But…?” Curtis asked.

“I want you to see it first,” Travis said.

Curtis playfully gave Travis’s earlobe a quick nibble before taking a step back, placing his hands on Travis’s shoulders, and then gently guiding Travis as Travis spun around to face him. Travis was soon facing his boyfriend. They stared into each other’s eyes, and for a moment at least, their surroundings seemed to fade away. Despite the crowd, this was a moment for them alone.

Curtis leaned in and planted a kiss of Travis’s lips – a gesture which Travis eagerly returned, but as Curtis began to kiss a path lower and lower alone Travis’s neck and collar bone, Travis was left standing there in anticipation. Curtis continued lower and lower, down Travis’s chest – spending an extra moment to give Travis’s nipple a quick suckle – before drifting down past Travis’s defined abs and past the firm V-like band of his Adonis belt, down across Travis’s crotch until he reached the upper hem of the tiny apron which hung low on Travis’s hips.

Curtis glanced up at his lover. There was a glint in his eyes that was both devious and triumphant as his hands tugged at the apron. As Curtis pulled the apron lower, Travis got a glimpse of even more of his exposed crotch. It was so surreal to see. He could not yet see the base of his dick. His cock was once so huge, so fat that the base of it would have been easily visible even if he had been wearing low-rise briefs, but now, the upper edge of his garment nearly reached his inner thighs, and he still couldn’t see the cock!

The apron resisted Curtis’s tugs, and for a second, Travis thought that Curtis was intentionally drawing this out to make him squirm, but he soon felt another set of hands reach down and tug at the strings on the tiny chords that served as a belt.

“You two really are hopeless, huh…” Trent chided, but his tone carried more of a bemused chuckle than normal. With a few quick tugs, the chord was untied, and Travis’s apron was left to flutter to the floor at his feet.

The lovers’ eyes both fell upon Travis’s reduced dicklet in unison. It was small. It was beyond small. It was tiny! It was a literal baby dick on a man’s body! Had it ever been that small? With his previous shrinkage, he could compare it to sizes he had had in his youth, but this was so tiny, he didn’t think he could even do that. It was smaller than the day he was born! It was so tiny he could eclipse the entire cock and balls under the fingerprint of his pinkie! It was so small that he could use a mini-Band-Aid as a micro-bikini! He could hide his cock under the gauze of the smallest adhesive!

“Oh wow…” Curtis murmured in awe.

Travis froze for a moment. Was it too small? He wanted to love how it looked, but more importantly, he wanted Curtis to love how it looked.

“It’s perfect,” Curtis said. He leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Travis’s reduced rock. Curtis’s lips felt huge around his cock. His dick was so small that it didn’t even reach past Curtis’s lips!

Travis shuddered. A moan escaped his lips. He was so close to cumming from just a kiss! But he didn’t dare blow his load just yet. He wanted to enjoy this for even longer. He wanted Curtis to enjoy this for even longer. Hell, he wanted the guests to enjoy this for even longer. They hadn’t even seen it yet!

“Heh. You actually did it,” Trent said.

“Go away, Trent,” Curtis said with an only mildly annoyed sigh.

“What? I have just as much right to see it as everyone else,” Trent scoffed. He then stepped beside Travis, placed his hands, on Travis’s shoulder and said, “speaking of…” before quickly spinning Travis around to face the crowd.

The crowd gasped as their eyes fell upon what was left of Travis’s cock. No one had ever seen one so small. It was so tiny that it looked absolutely miniscule next to Trent’s exposed rager. Trent’s rigid stiffy was so hard that it was dribbling pre. Curtis had never seen Trent so turned on. No doubt he enjoyed how massive he felt in comparison. Anywhere else, Trent would have been well below average. His dick would be squarely in the small category, but stacked up next to Travis’s thumb tack, Trent looked better hung than the biggest porn star!

“I didn’t think you belonged here when I first saw you show up, but seeing you now… I gotta say, that’s the perfect look for you. You were always meant to have a baby dick,” Trent teased.

“It really is!” came a voice from the crowd.

“I’ve never seen one so small!” came another voice.

“I can’t even call it a baby dick,”

“It’s far too small for that!”

“Such a cute little button!”

“I can barely even see it!”

“I hope he comes closer so I can get a good look at it!”

Travis stood there shuddering like a leaf. His micro-cock shuddered and lurched. The attention and adoration heaped on him and his cock were too much. He was going to cum, but he didn’t want to – not yet!

The crowd’s murmurs and cheers shifted gears. Something else had caught the audience’s attention. It wasn’t enough to take the focus off of Travis, but it definitely changed the energy in the room.

Travis wanted to ask what was going on, but he was too paralyzed with excitement and euphoria to even manage a syllable. Fortunately, he quickly saw what had got the crowd so energized. Curtis had stepped up beside him.

Curtis was now almost as naked as Travis and Trent, but there was one small piece of gear he still wore. Curtis flashed Travis a playful wink as he tugged his own cage free, causing his reduced dick to spill into view.

“I’m not ready to do anything permanent just yet, but I still wanted to join you on your special day,” Curtis said impishly.

Travis had never been more turned on than he was in that moment. He nearly creamed right then and there, but he was so shocked that his body just could not react.

Curtis stepped in front of Travis once more. Their lips met. Their crotches pressed together. Travis could feel how huge Curtis’s own reduced rod was compared to his micro-cocklet. His mind flashed to them fooling around on the day of his training before he had even so much as looked at one of the cages. Back then, Trent’s cock had been a full, fat, footlong, easily. When placed side by side with a ruler, his massive rod was as long as the ruler and some change without even needing to press the ruler into his crotch for extra millimeters. Curtis’s small rod and testes nestled cozily into the crook where the base of Travis’s cock met his massive nuts. Curtis’s cock hadn’t even been two full inches then, but now it was even smaller. Maybe three-quarters of that. Maybe an inch and a half. Maybe less. It was hard to say. Curtis’s rod was smaller than Travis’s own thumb, but even so, it was so much larger than Travis’s own miniscule package that now Travis’s twig and berries nestled into the crook of Curtis’s cock and balls as easily as Curtis’s had done to his mere days before.

What did that mean for his size now? Curtis had been less than a sixth his size at the time. Maybe even less than an eight. Travis didn’t have the natural skill with mental math nor the spare brainpower to ponder. His cock had to be less than a centimeter – less than half a centimeter. His rigid rod now measured in millimeters. His rigid dick was only as big as the exposed led of a sharpened pencil. His nuts were now the size of nerds candies, but the actual measurements didn’t matter. What mattered was how it felt in the moment. It felt perfect. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. It wasn’t just the size. It was also how it felt nestled against Curtis’s own comparatively huge cock and balls.

The fit felt perfect. It was as if their cocks were always meant to nestle together like that. Travis sighed contently. He wrapped his arms tightly around Curtis and pulled his boyfriend in tight as their cocks rubbed together. His body trembled. His cock bucked and lurched. His tiny nuts tensed.

“Let it out. Let it all out,” Curtis cooed softly into Travis’s ear as their cocks rubbed together. Curtis reached back and gripped thick handfuls of Travis’s bubbly booty in his hands and pulled the cheeks apart, giving the rest of the staff a good glimpse into Travis’s shuddering hole. Curtis slipped two fingers – his ring and middle finger – in all the way down to the bottom knuckle. A moan escaped Travis’s lips. His cock shuddered. His body trembled, and then the dam broke.

Travis moaned blissfully in front of his boss, his coworkers, his boyfriend, and the entire cast of regulars as his tiny dick shuddered and spurted again and again and again. The loads felt so huge, so hot, so heavy. He felt like he was cumming gallons and gallons. He couldn’t believe how much he was cumming. Surely, this was one for the record books, and it was… just not in the direction he had expected.

With his load shot and his energy spent, Travis staggered back. Trent and Dave rushed forward to catch him. Travis’s eyes lazily fluttered open. His gaze fell upon his lover’s now cum-dappled dicklet. The splatters of jizz had felt huge to Travis’s vastly reduced rod, but each splatter of cum was smaller than the beads of sweat which now rolled down Travis’s brow and dripped off his chin.

Just seeing how small his heaviest loads had become was another jarring experience, and yet, it felt right!

Curtis stepped forward. He put his hands on his hips and jutted his hips forward so that his own small rod was pointed directly at Travis’s face.

“Ok. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” he said playfully.

Travis didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself back up onto his knees and knelt down before his boyfriend’s tiny dick. He nuzzled his face against his lover’s crotch. He breathed deeply and soaked in the smell of sweat and pre as it mingled with his own spunk. He ran his tongue across Curtis’s tiny cock. Curtis’s dick was so small that Travis could eclipse the whole thing, cock, balls and all, under his tongue. He could feel the rod shudder. He could feel the nuts tense. He could taste pre flowing heavier from the drooling slit of the shuddering head of Curtis’s little dick.

“W-when did you get so…!” Curtis gasped. He had already been close to cumming when he and Travis had been grinding together. It was only through sheer force of will and commitment to the bit that he had kept up his playful demeanor. Now, however, what ever resolve he had left quickly crumbled. His legs trembled. His cock lurched. Cum spurted from his tiny dick.

As the last spurt of cum escaped Curtis’s cock, he stumbled forward. Travis quickly moved to intercept. He gently guided Curtis down until the were both collapsed into each other’s arms on the floor of the diner.

The sounds of the audience and staff faded away as the two lay there and stared into each other’s eyes. This moment felt perfect. They didn’t want the rest of the world to interfere. They just wanted to bask in the afterglow and each other’s presence, but eventually, the eyes were too tough to ignore.

Curtis begrudgingly got to his feet and helped Travis do the same. The pair leaned on one another for support as they staggered their way towards the break room to get some food and recover from their shared climax.

As they staggered into the breakroom, Curtis leaned in closer and whispered into Travis’s ear, “Wow. That was intense. Does it get better the smaller it gets?”

Travis chuckled in response. Truth was, he wasn’t sure. It certainly felt better, but everything had been better since he had taken a job here. He had new friends. He had a new boyfriend. He had a new attitude. His life was better. He himself was better. Everything was better. It was hard to say how much of his joy came from his size and how much came from his surroundings. Still… the size didn’t hurt…

“You can try it and tell me,” Travis teased.

“When did you get so cheeky?” Curtis asked in a tone of mock indignation.

Travis laughed in reply.

It was at this point that the duo made their way to the table in the back. There were sandwiches prepared for staff to eat on break. Travis staggered up to the box and got one for him and his boyfriend, but was surprised to see Curtis was no longer there when he got back. He looked around, but quickly spotted Curtis stepping out from behind the row of lockers.

“What’s up?” Travis asked.

“I know I said I had one last gift for you, but that may have been a bit of a lie,” Curtis said. There was a devious grin on his face that got Travis intrigued and excited.

“Here… open this…” Curtis said as he slid a small, wrapped box towards Travis.

For a split second, Travis thought that Curtis had somehow found yet a smaller cage, but when he opened the box, he was greeted by a very different sight.

At first, Travis wasn’t even sure what he was looking at, but as the realization dawned on him, his eyes grew wider, and his jaw hung lower.

“What the…” he murmured as he held lifted the small out of the box and held it up to Curtis.

“Well… You’re definitely not a top anymore, and I figured this way you could get ready for some more fun after work,” Curtis explained. Curtis then playfully stuck out his tongue and gave Travis an impish wink before adding, “and this way you can give you fans a good show whether you’re coming or going.”

Travis’s brain blue screened, but his cock got rock hard instantly. Give them a show whether coming or going? They were sure to be looking at his tiny dick as he arrived, and now, when he was walking away, they would see the bedazzled base of the fat butt plug sticking out between his shapely cheeks.

“I’ll help you put it in,” Curtis said.

Travis quickly wolfed down his sandwich and assumed the position. He winced in spite himself as his hole spread impossibly wide to accept the massive toy. The thing was huge. It was incredibly thick – maybe even as thick as his own cock had been back in the day, but as the fattest part of the plug slid past into him, and his hole retracted around the base, a feeling of relief so intense washed over him that his tiny dick spurted all over again.

“Wow…” Travis murmured.

“I knew you would like it,” Curtis said. He leaned over and gave Travis another passionate kiss on the lips and helped his lover once more get to his feet.

Travis staggered awkwardly towards the doorway. It felt strange having the huge device inside him, but it felt right! How did he ever think of himself as a top? He was born to be a baby-dicked bottom! And as he stepped out into the dining hall once more, a round of applause erupted from the patrons and the staff.

Travis’s smile spread wider and wider. He couldn’t wait to show everyone the real him.

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theradicalscrivener · 16 days

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Acorn - Part 13

Travis arrrives at Acorn for his first official shift as an Acorn boy, and it's all hands on deck.

Getting into the home stretch. Next chapter will be the finale followed by a short epilogue.

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

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As soon as Travis stepped through the doorway, he could tell that there was a very different feel to the diner this day. The past few times he had been here, there had been a sort of undercurrent of excitement and playfulness, but today everything was ramped to eleven. It felt more like the lead up to Mardi Gras than it did prepping a shop for a day of sales. The place was packed and there weren’t even any customers yet!

Travis looked around and noticed a few familiar faces. Curtis was there, of course. The new couple had arrived together. Curtis also noticed Dave coordinating the various staff as well as one or two employees that Travis had seen but not really interacted with. There were also a large number of guys there that Travis had never met. It seemed like it was all hands on deck today.

As Travis’s eyes scanned the crowd, he noticed that most guys were either clad in just the tiny waist apron uniform or they were clad in even less. He spotted one or two guys clad in familiar looking cages around their cocks. Travis marveled at the devices. They looked so huge compared to the ones he had been using over the past twenty-four hours.

Travis heard the rush of movement behind him, but he was not able to react fast enough to stop the impending headlock. A much shorter figure had rushed up behind him, jumped, and in a WWE style takedown had latched his arm playfully around Travis’s neck and pulled him down into a noogie.

“What gives!?” Travis yelped, but the only reply was a deep chuckle. Eventually, Travis managed to pull himself out of the headlock and step away from his attacker. He looked up to see the culprit but was not at all surprised to see Trent standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face. Trent, of course, was among the ones that was nearly completely nude. He had shoes on and not a stitch more. His short chode was hovering dangerously close to a full chub.

“Was that really necessary?” Travis grumbled.

“What!? I gotta razz the newbie, right?” Trent teased.

“What do you call what you’ve been doing the past few days?” Travis countered.

“Are you saying you want me to stop?” Trent teased.

Travis was taken aback. Travis was actually glad that he was still fully clothed because his jeans hid his rapidly swelling stiffy – a stiffy that no longer made a pronounced bulge in his otherwise tight jeans.

Curtis stepped between the two of them as if breaking up a fight. “Now, now. You know the rules. No visible marks on the merchandise,” Curtis said playfully.

“If you get a bruise from a headlock, that’s on you,” Trent teased Travis.

“What about the noogie!?” Travis countered.

“He said no visible marks. No one’s gonna see your scalp,” Trent teased.

“Whatever…” Travis grumbled.

“You’ve got more fight in you today. I like it,” Trent said and playfully elbowed Travis’s side.

Travis was too surprised to formulate a good comeback. Was he really that meek before? It’s only been two days since he interviewed here. Has his demeanor really changed that much?

His mind flashed back to the past few days. Images of fooling around in the dorm halls, the dining hall, and even at the quiet pond on campus. He had definitely grown bolder especially when in the company of his new boyfriend.

Although… grown was a bit of an ironic term. As Travis mulled over the physical changes he had undergone, his eyes glanced around the room to the various other employees. His eyes lingered especially long on the dudes that were currently sporting cages like the one he had used. His gaze must have lingered a bit too long because Trent had another playful barb aimed at him.

“None of them have quite taken to them near as much as you have, tiny,” Trent teased.

“W-what!?” Travis yelped. He tried to act innocent and casual, but it was clear he had been busted. Not to mention Trent’s playful barb had found purchase in Travis’s psyche and not in a bad way. As the word ‘tiny’ echoed in his head, he could feel his dick chomping at the bit to unload. Fortunately, Curtis stepped in before Travis could get too worked up.

“I think I mentioned that these are a fairly new addition,” Curtis said.

“Only a few guys have really tried them, and most of them only go down a size to look extra cute for their shift. That way they can go back to being average when off the clock,” Trent explained.

Travis nodded along as Trent explained, but his mind was only halfway in the present. There was a memory in the back of his mind that was struggling to surface, but it was just out of reach.

Travis perked up upon hearing a small, metallic clink of something hitting the ground. He glanced up to see one of his new coworkers bent down to pick up some dropped silverware. The way the dude bent over made it very clear that he had nothing on under his apron. Travis was given a brief, tantalizing glimpse of the dude’s tight hole. That boy’s butt was begging to be played with, and while Travis may no longer have the cock to properly please such a rump, he knew how to use his fingers.

Travis felt a hand gently on his shoulder. He looked over to see Curtis smiling at him. “We should get ready. Wouldn’t want to be late for your first official shift, after all,” he said pleasantly.

“R-right!” Travis agreed.

Travis was guided towards the back room. Curtis’s arm was over his shoulder and gently leading him to where he needed to be, but Trent’s hand against his butt was much more forceful. The way Trent gripped his ass was more than just for guidance. Trent was clearly copping a feel. No doubt, he was looking forward to getting Travis out of his clothes, and judging from the glances from other employees, Trent was not alone.

Somewhere in the back of Travis’s mind he wondered what he had done to garner so much attention. He was just one guy in a sea of strikingly hot dudes that worked here. Even if he was The New Guy, it seemed odd that he should get so much attention. The only thing that Travis could think was that word of his reduction had spread.

Travis’s mind flashed back to the brief convo he and Curtis had had by the side of the pond. This was to be a big unveiling. It was not unreasonable to believe that there was something akin to an office group chat. Had Curtis hyped him up in preparation for this event?

By the time the trio pushed their way through the double doors leading to the break room, Curtis and Trent were already beginning to work on the various buttons on Travis’s outfit. Curtis was plucking away at Travis’s shirt, and Trent was hard at work at Travis’s fly. Although, given that Trent still had a hand down the back of Travis’s briefs, undoing the buttons on his fly was much harder than it needed to be.

By the time they had made their way to the lockers, Travis’s shirt was completely unbuttoned and his pants were starting to sag. Curtis suddenly stepped in front and pushed Travis’s shirt off his shoulders while planting a passionate kiss right on Travis’s lips. Meanwhile, Trent tugged at the waistband of Travis’s jeans and quickly shimmied the semi-snug garment down around his ankles. Travis shrugged the shirt the rest of the way off and stepped out of the pants leaving him clad in just his boxers.

Travis was rock hard by this point, but it wasn’t obvious to the outside observers, his cock was just so short that it barely even made a tent. The lump in the front of his boxers could just as easily been a wrinkle as it was a boner.

Trent grabbed hold of the waistband of Travis’s boxers and began to tug them down just as he had done Travis’s jeans, but before he could do so, Curtis reached down and quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Bro,” Trent protested as he shot an indignant grimace up at his coworker.

Curtis flashed a playful smirk down at his coworker. There was a glint in his eyes that Trent had seen a few times in the past which suddenly got him very curious. Curtis had a plan, and it was sure to be fun for everyone.

“We don’t know how small he is yet,” Curtis explained. There was an impish smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Trent’s face went on a journey. It started out as indignant but then shifted to confused then to questioning then a look of understanding crossed his face. Soon, his expression was just as impish as Curtis’s own.

“I’ll get the tape,” Trent said.

“Call the others while you’re at it,” Curtis said with an impish smirk.

“Of course,” Trent replied and shot a devilish wink.

Travis was an observer to all this, but it wouldn’t be quite fair to say he was a passive one. He had quickly picked up what Curtis was putting down. After all, they had discussed this on the shore earlier. This was the moment that Curtis had promised him. Just thinking about it sent a shudder of excitement down his spine and a tremble of arousal up his cock.

Travis was easily the stronger of the two, but he was so caught up in the moment that he couldn’t even consider resisting as Curtis shoved him against the locker. Curtis reached a hand down the front of Travis’s boxers and playfully cupped Travis’s rigid, shuddering cock. Curtis’s hand felt huge! Travis’s dick was so small that Curtis could cup the entire bait and tackle in the palm of his hand! Travis tried to run the numbers. He had a general idea of the size of Curtis’s hands. Maybe he could extrapolate how small his cock was now… but before he could solidify any numbers in his mind, the feeling of Curtis’s mouth kissing a path down the nape of his neck caused his brain to short circuit.

Travis gasped as he felt Curtis’s kisses turn into a sharp suckle.

“W-wait!” Travis gasped.

“What? You don’t like it?” Curtis said playfully.

“What about the no marks rule?” Travis asked.

“I think we can bend the rules a little…” Curtis said. His voice shifted from playful to conspiratorial as he leaned in close once more and whispered the last bit into Travis ear, “besides… I want them to know you’re taken.”

Travis shuddered with excitement. It was fun to flirt and to flaunt what he had, but he also wanted everyone to know that he and Curtis were together. As Curtis resumed kissing and suckling the nape of Travis’s neck, Travis stood there and shook like a leaf. His mind was overloaded with pure euphoria. Not only did he want to show everyone his bod and his new rod, but he wanted to let everyone know that he and Curtis were together! Curtis’s lips against his neck felt so fantastic that Travis almost creamed himself right then and there. Cumming just from being marked by his lover felt like the perfect way to show how happy he was, but he resisted with all his might even though it hurt his heart to do so. He needed to wait, if for no other reason than to show off his new dimensions for the rest of the crew.

Fortunately, Travis didn’t have to wait for long. It was a small establishment. There was the back room, the kitchen, and the dining hall. It only took a moment for Trent to rush onto the dining floor, shout for the crew, and then guide them back to the lockers. In a matter of mere moments, Travis was standing there surrounded by a cadre of hot guys all eagerly awaiting the big reveal.

“I think we’ve kept the audience waiting long enough…” Curtis said playfully into Travis’s ear.

Travis could only nod in reply. He was so excited that he could hardly collect his thoughts let alone formulate words.

Curtis gave Travis another passionate kiss on the lips and then began to kiss a path down Travis’s neck, down his pecs, across his abs, and down the sculpted V of his Adonis belt until he reached the waistband of Travis’s boxers. Travis’s boxers were sitting lower on his hips than normal. Trent had tugged them down slightly before Curtis could stop him, but even so, it hadn’t bumped against his rigid dick yet.

Travis’s mind reeled. There was a time when even with his boxers riding high on his hips, his boner would stick up well past the waistband. He could have pressed his cock against his abs and had more than half of it sticking up past the waistband. Now, his boxers hung to low on his hips they sat like a micro bikini and the tip of his dick didn’t even hit the waistband. Just how small was he? He needed to know. Thankfully, Curtis wasn’t going to keep him in suspense much longer.

Curtis pulled down on the waistband and slowly inched Curtis’s boxers down his hips until they fell with a soft plop around his ankles. His tiny dick was left to stand at attention for all to see. Or it would have if Curtis’s head wasn’t blocking the view from most of the audience.

Curtis took a moment and marveled at Travis’s tiny dick for a moment. He had had a decent idea of how small it was when he saw it growing after their icy swim in the pond, but this was the first time seeing it in all its glory. It was by far smaller than his own. The shaft itself thinner and shorter than his thumb. The nuts themselves the size of peanuts.

Curtis stepped aside to let the crowd get a good look. Everyone gasped in awe at what they beheld. Travis’s rigid cock was astoundingly tiny. A dick that would be more at home on an elementary school kid than an adult now graced the space between his legs.

“Woah…”

“Didn’t he have a full foot the other day?”

“Isn’t it permanent if you do too much?”

“Yeah. There’s no way that’s growing back.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to get that small!”

“No wonder Dave called for full attendance!”

“And I thought he was hot when he was hung!”

“There goes my tips.”

“You could try downsizing too.”

“I might have to!”

“It’d be a good look on you.”

The cheers and quips and conversations all rattled around in Travis’s brain. The voices felt miles away and right in his ears all at the same time. He couldn’t wait to get out there and start his shift. He couldn’t wait to see the reactions of the regulars, but there was something else that needed to happen first…

Curtis held out his hand. Trent quickly slapped a small tape measure into Curtis’s palm and then stepped back to give Curtis space to work. Curtis knelt down beside his lover’s reduced rod and placed the tape alongside the shaft. He gently placed the tip of the tape flush with Travis’s crotch and then made a dramatic show of very slowly placing the tape down along the length of Travis’s cock. There was an audible drum roll coming from a couple of the people in audience as Curtis glanced at the final ruling.

“Wow. Three whole centimeters,” Curtis said playfully.

There’s the old trope in TV and movies where the sound of a record scratch plays and then the central figure makes some comment about “I bet you’re wondering how I got here.” Travis felt like he was in one of those scenes. Three centimeters? He didn’t know the exact conversion, but that was more than an inch, right? He was less than two inches this morning. He hadn’t even halved in size? Wasn’t that how these worked? It seemed he would lose more than half his size with each shrinkage, so why was he still so large?

He knew it was strange to think of it as such. He had a dick that was barely bigger than an inch. He had a literal kid dick on a dude’s body. It was miniscule by any measure, but still it felt like too much. He had let his mind run away with him. He had played this scene out in his mind too many times in the lead up to this moment, that he wondered if it would even have been possible to be pleased with the results, but even as the crowd around him cheered and jeered, Travis could only barely hear them.

His mind flashed back to the pond. He had lost his cage early. The shrinkage from the icy water must have impacted the effects of the cage. Could he recover the cage? Could he put it back on and try again? Would it even work if he did? Didn’t he have to do an extreme shrinkage to get lasting results?

Travis’s thoughts raged in his head until a booming voice dispersed not just his thoughts but the crowd that had gathered around him.

“We open in ten minutes! Get to your places, everyone!” Dave shouted.

The crowd quickly dispersed. Even Trent scampered away and returned to the dining hall leaving just Curtis, Travis, and Dave in the back room.

Dave stepped forward and eyed Travis up and down as if studying him. After a tense moment, Dave turned his attention towards Curtis and said, “I see you got the extra small sizes out of the cabinet.”

“Yessir…” Curtis replied.

Dave nodded as if mulling it over for a moment. Eventually, he looked Travis in the eyes and said, “I was surprised how readily you took to these. I figured you would get scared after the first session and quit.”

“Did you want me to?” Travis asked. He was suddenly feeling very small and not in the fun way.

Dave chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. I was glad to see you stick with us, and I was impressed by how small you wanted to get. Although… this makes things a bit interesting for today’s event,” he said.

“Is there a problem?” Curtis asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about. Go on. You’re needed on the floor,” Dave replied and waved to signal that Curtis was dismissed.

Curtis managed a polite “yessir” and flashed his boyfriend an nervous glance before he too scurried off to finish preparations.

Dave watched Curtis leave. Once Curtis was far enough out of ear shot, he turned back to Travis to finish their conversation.

“I may have promised something to the regulars,” Dave said.

Travis waited for a moment for Dave to continue, but this guy loved his dramatic pauses. Eventually, Travis spoke up if for no other reason than to break the awkward silence. “… oh?” Travis asked.

“These cages are a new addition to our offerings, and most guys use them for a temporary reduction while on the clock,” Dave explained.

“Y-yeah. Curtis and Trent mentioned something like that…” Travis replied.

“I’m sure they did. Trent likes to talk like he knows everything, but Curtis… he actually knows what he’s talking about most of the time. We don’t really have ranks here, but if I had to say, Curtis would be akin to a shift lead at other places. He’s close to a second in command around here,” Dave explained.

“Oh… he’s not in trouble, is he?” Travis asked.

Dave balked for a second. Stared Travis up and down, and then suddenly started laughing. “Oh. No. Nothing like that. I guess I came off a little harsh there,” Dave said between chuckles as he stifled his laughter.

“Am I in trouble?” Travis asked.

“No one’s in trouble! I’m not angry. I was going to ask if you wanted to do something special,” Dave said.

Travis raised an eyebrow questioning, but otherwise stood straight at attention while his boss spoke. “… oh?” Travis asked.

Dave pulled something from his pocket and flicked it at Travis as if he was flipping a quarter. The object spun towards Travis’s face where it would have collided had Travis not instinctively caught it.

“It’s rare that a guy decides to permanently go down a size. When that happens, we like to make an event of it. Call the regulars in, make a show of it. A little before and after. You understand, right?” Dave said.

“Oh… Oh!” Travis gasped.

“I let Curtis take the small pack with him yesterday, but I didn’t expect you two to go through the whole thing!” Dave said with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t supposed to go all the way…” Travis murmured softly.

�� “You weren’t supposed to do anything. I don’t put such expectations on my boys. I want you guys to do what feels right because it’s what you want and not what someone else expects of you,” Dave explained.

“But… you called this event so you could show off my… uh… reduction…” Travis stammered. It was weird. He couldn’t quite think of a good word for what happened. ‘Shrinking’ felt too sci-fi. This was too real for that.

“Well, yes…” Dave said, clearly mulling it over.

“Did I make a mistake?” Travis asked. It wasn’t clear if his question was aimed at Dave or directed at himself, but Dave was the one to answer.

Dave placed a hand reassuringly on Travis’s shoulder. “You have done nothing wrong. This event is as much for you as it is for the rest of the staff and the regulars. Hell, I’d say it’s more for you than anyone else. I want this to be a memorable moment for you,” Dave said. Dave had a deep voice – a voice that commanded respect and authority, but there was also kindness in it too.

Travis glanced down at his cock. Despite the tense atmosphere, he was still rock hard. He was excited to show off for the regulars and the rest of the staff. It was just a shame that he couldn’t go a little smaller to make a scene of it.

“I had mentioned Curtis is like a right-hand man. He knows more than the others, but he doesn’t know everything,” Dave said.

Travis wasn’t sure what to say. He cocked his head slightly to the side like a confused puppy but waited quietly for Dave to continue.

“I saw the look in your eyes. While the rest were cheering you on, you wanted something more,” Dave said.

“I… well…” Travis stammered.

“Or maybe I should say, you wanted less,” Dave added. He shot Travis a knowing wink.

“I… well… that’s…” Travis stammered. He was suddenly flustered. Being called out like this was somehow more mollifying than when he had thought he was in trouble.

Dave let out a deep, pleasant laugh in response. “It’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. As I said, I just want my guys to get what they want,” he said.

Travis looked back up at his new boss. There was a look of reverent awe on his face. He wasn’t sure what to say. He felt, for lack of a better word, safe. Dave was looking out for him.

Dave’s smile broadened to the point that his pearly whites were visible. He nodded towards the object that Travis still clutched in his hand.

Travis opened his hand and stared down at what he now held. Travis had caught the thing on instinct. He hadn’t even looked at it. Whatever it was, it was tiny. It had looked the size of a quarter while spinning in the air, but he hadn’t taken stock of the shape of it. Now, however, he could see it for what it was.

It was another cage. One even smaller than the one Travis had lost this morning.

“Curtis doesn’t know everything,” Dave said. He gave Travis a conspiratorial wink before turning and heading back towards the door leading to the dining room. Dave stepped through the doorway, but before shutting the door, he looked back over his shoulder and said, “I hope you enjoy the party. It’s as much for you as it is anyone else.”

Travis stood there in stunned silence as he stared down at the cage in the palm of his hand. It was little bigger than a thimble. Dave’s words from earlier echoed in his head.

“This event is as much for you as it is for the rest of the staff and regulars.”

“Hell… I’d say it’s more for you than anyone else…”

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