muscle theaft The Short One (Part 1 & 2)

[Bear]

I don't do a lot of writing, but this one has been a little vivid for me, and I thought I'd share it.  There is an incomplete part 2 I'll get out sometime in the future.

THE SHORT ONE

“Yeah, Mike!  Drive that UUUUP!!!!”  Yelled Rick, as Mike, the squat, broad, bearded, powerlifter, drove the four-hundred-pound loaded bar upwards again.

“Good man!” Rick continued, smacking the shorter fire hydrant-like man on the back. “Good one!  Six reps, that’s a new record for you!”

Breathing heavily, Mike huffed out between breaths, “Yeah..(huff)...new one…(huff)...took me…(huff)...forever to get…(huff)...there.”  Mike, a young guy of 30, standing 5’6”, weighed in at almost 270 pounds of bulky powerlifter beef.  The last two years of heavy lifting and training - and all the gear he could handle - had made him a sight at the gym.  

Looking at Mike you knew he was a powerlifter. He had become a brick all the way from his traps to his waist, and his legs were thick enough that he had developed a waddle.  He had no neck left to speak of, just traps that made a mountain range from his skull down, then out to his ultra-wide shoulders.  Mikes’ thick back was complimented by a bulging turtle-shell stomach and spinal erectors you could lose your hand in.  He had an obvious squatters-butt which went down to thick thighs and bulging calves.

Stairs were sometimes a problem for Mike - his breathing wasn’t the best, but he didn’t care.  Just what he could squat, bench, deadlift.  That was his life and he had become totally dedicated to it over the last two years.

Rick, his coach, was part of his drive.  Encouraging him, and making sure every day at the gym was a good one, and every meal, and every shot of gear, drove him forward to his goal.

“Rick, what do you think, am I there yet?”  Mike eventually huffed out.

“Man, this is great.  You’re definitely at the top of your weight class, and you’ll bring this one in for sure!”

“Yeah, but what then?”

“What then?  After the state competition, the regional, just like we talked about.”

“No man, I mean how do I go up in weight from here?  The next class up!”

Rick frowned and furrowed his brow, “Buddy, we talked about this….  You’re amazing, but that next class up, it’s not something you’ll do well in.  You’re huge, and at this height you’re as big as you can get,”

“Gotta get bigger, Rick.  You know that!”

Rick sighed.  “Man, I didn’t know the monster I created.”  He laughed, “Okay, let’s just call it a day and see what we can do this next session tomorrow, OK?”

“Ok man.  But, if I were bigger - you know, taller, and all - you could move me up a class, right?”

Rick waved his hands and looked up at the ceiling, “Yeah, but man, it ain’t gonna happen!  You have to work with what you’ve got!  You’re big, huge!  You’re doing fine in your class!”

“Okay Rick, I got it.  No worries, OK?  I’ll get taller, got it handled!”

“Right man, I know….”  Rick, thinking he must have misheard Mike, just brushed off the comment.

“I’m headed out for dinner.  Catch you Wednesday for training!”

Rick nodded back & waved Mike off.

LATER THAT NIGHT.

Greg put five ounces of chicken into the twelfth meal container just as the doorbell rang.  He rinsed off his hands and yelled “One second, Mike!  I’ll be right there!”  Leaving behind for a moment the kitchen-manufacturing lines of rice, chicken, and vegetables, the big bear went to the door and let in his short, squat powerlifter buddy, Mike.

“Thanks man, I’m starving!” Growled the dumpster-like short brick house powerlifter.  “You always do the best for me, man!”  They shared a typically off-balance greeting hug:  Mike, phenomenally strong and powerlifter-thick, was 5’6”.  Greg on the other hand was a towering 6’10”.  Greg had broad shoulders from time in the gym, but he wasn’t an iron-addict like Mike.

Greg smiled.  “Hey, I love supporting my best friend.  I’ve almost got 2 days worth of meals put together for you, just finishing up.  Hang on, I’ve got dinner for us both. You start & I’ll join you in a sec, I want those covered & in the fridge before I call it done.”  He gestured to plates with huge portions of chicken, pasta, and vegetables.  “Take those over & I’ll be there in a moment.”

“You know just what I need!”  Mike took the food to the dining table, helped himself to utensils, and set out the meals for both of them.  After putting lids on meal containers and putting them in neat stacks in the fridge, Greg joined Mike and sat at the table.

Eating for a few minutes quietly, Greg reflected on what a funny pair they were.  Good friends, and occasionally with benefits, they had a lot of interests in common.  

Mike turned thoughtful for a second, fidgeting with a ring on his right ring finger.  “Greg, I gotta ask you something serious.”

“Ok, what’s up?”

Mike leaned in and put his right hand on Greg’s right hand.  “You know how you’re so supportive of my powerlifting?”

“Yeah bud, of course!  I know how important it is to you.  I love seeing you conquer those lifts!”

Mike smiled. “Yeah, you’re always ready to help me in any way, right?”

“Yes, that’s why I’ve got the meals together for you, and help keep you on schedule.”

“I know, and you’d do anything to help me, right?”

“Yes.  Isn’t that what I just said?”

“Yeah, it is.  I just really need to know.” Mike leaned in towards the bigger man.  “You’re totally on my side, happy to help me any way you can, right?”

Greg looked confused.  “Bud, I don’t know why this is so big a deal to you.  Yes, I am.  I’ve told you a bunch and I still mean it.  Now, what’s up?”

Mike let go of Greg’s hand with a big smile and sat up solid in his chair, hands on his thighs.  The ring on his hand showing a soft glow before fading away.

“You know how Rick, my trainer, has been down on me, right?”

Greg scowled a little.  “No, I know how you have been down on him because he can’t move you up a weight class. He’s telling you, like he has for a while, that you’re going to have a hard time packing on weight to compete with those guys.  They run sixty to eighty pounds more, and have the taller frame to carry it.”

“Yeah, but if I could be that big I’d be able to compete there!”

Greg said, “I know...but...look, where is this going?”  Greg and Mike had joked once or twice that they were born at the wrong heights. If Mike were Greg’s size - sixteen inches taller - he’d be spending all his time adding two hundred pounds to his frame, and many more hundreds to his lifts, working on being either the world champion of powerlifting or strongman competitions.

But life doesn’t always deal those cards the way you wanted.

Mike looked at him squarely and said “Since you’re up for helping me with anything, I need you give me half your size and strength.”

Greg laughed, “Man, I’d love to, I just don’t know how!”.

“Well, I solved that problem”, said Mike.  He raised his right hand and wiggled the ring finger. “I found this charm at a Chinese magic shop.  I didn’t believe it, but I tested it and it worked.  If you agree to help me three times while I hold your hand...you can help me in any way, including by giving me your size.  Stand up!  I’ll show you.  It takes some time.”

Mike stood up.  Greg looked skeptical, but smiled.  “I don’t know what you’re smoking, but I’ll run with this little scene if you’re up for some playtime tonight.  It's not like we haven’t started some fun with that as a scene before.”  

Greg stood up and stepped closer to Mike, looking down at the thick fireplug.

Only...he wasn’t looking down as much as he expected.

“Mike, are you on your toes?”

“No big guy...I’m getting bigger.  And, you are getting smaller.”    

“No way!  It can’t be!”  Greg moved right up to Mike, and put his hands on Mike’s shoulders, looking down into Mikes eyes and paying attention to his hands & shoulders.  After just a moment he could tell his perspective was shifting down, and his hands were moving up.  He could feel Mike’s shoulders slowly growing bigger under his hands.

“Fuck!  No way!”  Greg shouted!  They had actually role-played something like this a few times.

Greg had fantasies about being a smaller guy, not always being the biggest guy in a room, the focus of attention for men, and women.  Being in the spotlight, every time and always,  just because of his towering height.  

Mike, meanwhile couldn’t want anything more than to have exactly that.  He craved it  Both the attention...and the frame to put on all the size he wanted.  To be the biggest guy in any room.  He dreamed of never having to look up, at anyone, ever.

Mike grinned as he and Greg locked gazes, knowing that at least for one person, he wouldn't be looking up at him again...very soon.

“For real man, you’re gonna be half your size, maybe less, in a few minutes.  And I’m going to be a goddam giant, bigger than you ever were!  Biggest, strongest man in the world, coming right up!”  

Greg was too entranced by what was happening to think about what Mike was saying.  The danger in the words was blocked by having his fantasy of being smaller really happening.

Mike brushed Greg’s hands off his shoulders, then reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head.  This revealed his thick pecs, broad on his chest, covered with fur.  He  looked up (but not as far as before) into Greg’s eyes, and brought both 20” arms up into a double bicep pose, spreading his thick legs apart to keep him steady.  His bulging shoulders and traps crowded his head, his big turtle shell belly pushed out as he arched his back keeping his arms up.

“Lick that big, growing arm, shrinking bear!” he ordered Greg.

Having played this before, Greg closed his eyes, leaned down, and started licking Mikes’ right biceps, stroking Mike’s chest with one hand, while running the other back and forth from Mike’s right shoulder to fingertips, squeezing the strong, solid powerlifter muscles from time to time. He aggressively made love to the muscles in front of him, loving their hardness, the soft cover of fat and fur over them.  

Mike groaned in pleasure, sometimes taking his left hand, reaching up, and rubbing Greg’s scalp, squeezing Greg’s traps or shoulders, as Greg kept worshipping Mike’s muscles with his eyes closed..

But something was different this time.  After a couple more minutes Greg realized he wasn’t leaning down so much anymore to suck & lick on that meaty bicep bulge in front of him.  Just a few inches down where before he was bending way down - from six-ten! - now, they were closer in height, and moving closer still.

Mike loved it.  Mike hadn’t gained as much height as Greg had lost.  Apparently the charm thought of “size and strength” as related.  Much of Greg’s strength came from being so tall a guy - he was strong, but a lot came from his raw size.  Meanwhile, Mike was a weight-trained tank.  He was much stronger than his height would suggest.  Every inch he grew taller was hugely more strong than the inch that Greg lost.

Mike kept his eyes open the whole time.  He saw the perspective of the room changing around him.  Saw Greg leaning down less and less.  The man who had started at 5’6” was now an even six foot tall, and Greg was just a little taller, about 6’2”.  

“Keep those eyes closed a little more, Shrinking Bear.  I am going to have a surprise for you in just...another...minute!  Keep making love to that big arm.  Does it feel bigger to you?”

Mike’s 19” arms had grown to at least 21” as he took in size and strength from Greg.

“Yes, Big Bear!  It feels so big!”

“Yeah, little Shrinker!  It is.  It is sooo much bigger.  You can’t get your hands around it now, can you?’

“No, Big Bear, I can’t!  I used to, and I can’t now!”  It was true.  At six-ten, Greg’s huge hands could make a circle covering 20”...but now, being smaller, and that arm bulging bigger, he tried, and he couldn’t.  Greg loved the proof that he was getting smaller.  

After another minute of being stroked and adored, Mike spoke again.

“Okay, Shrinking Bear...you can open your eyes.”

He opened his eyes to find he was looking just slightly down into Mikes eyes.  Greg was just an inch taller than Mike.  Mike smiled broadly.  “See, ‘big guy’...?  I’m getting bigger than you!  You’re going to have to really mean it now when you call me Big Mike!  Keep looking at me right now.  Look straight into my eyes….”

Greg’s cock was already solid.  Now it has turned to iron.  He was looking just a little down into Mike’s eyes.  Mike had expanded proportionally in every way, with his muscles expanding more than his height, growing  in strength.  About six inches taller, he was about a hundred or more pounds heavier and his muscles were all bulging out more than before.  His arms were definitely 23” by now.  Mike could feel how much heavier he was getting in his limbs, he could see his perspective change as Greg shrank and he grew to his rightful size, thicker and bigger than before.

“I love seeing you bigger, bud! You have always been Big Mike to me - but now it;s gonna be a different thing!”   Greg noticed the room around them.  “Are we both six feet tall now?!?!  Fuck!  Things seem bigger to me from here!”  He looked around a little “I’m used to seeing the top of the fridge all the time...and now I can’t see it at all!”

“I’ll let you know what it looks like in a few minutes.  See Greg?  Are you looking right at me?”

Greg returned to looking right at Mike’s eyes.  “Yes Big Bear!  Right at you!”

“Good.  Now keep looking at me….there!  Do you see it now?”

Greg took a moment, looking in Mike’s eyes.  It took him an extra second or two.

“Holy crap!  I’m looking up at you!  I can’t fucking believe it!  I’m looking up at you!”

“That’s right, Shrinking Bear!  You’re going to keep shrinking until I have half of what you were carrying around on you!  I wonder how small you’ll be by then?”  Mike smirked, loving his new stature over his formerly towering friend.

“Okay Shrinker, look at that  arm you’re supposed to be licking.”  Mike hoisted his right arm up to shoulder position again, bulging more out than before, his thick mass of muscle, fat and fur right in Greg’s face.

Or, as Greg now noticed...just above his face.  

“No...way….” Greg started.  Noticing that Mike’s arm was slowly rising above his own eye level.

“Better lick it soon, Shrinking Greg.  Big Mike will only want to lean down for a little while to help you….”  Mike grew warm inside from dominating Greg and having it be real.  In the past, he had said those words but had to rely on Greg to play along.  “Not today,” he thought to himself.  “Not again, ever.  Now is the time for Big Mike!  Maybe even Big Big Mike!”

“Lick that arm, Shrinking Bear!  While you can!”  Greg got up on his toes and resumed kissing and caressing Mike’s massive arm, licking the biceps and triceps.  He stood more and more on his tiptoes as he worshipped the burgeoning, growing arm.  His own hands and mouth shrinking away with time, everything about Mike seemed bigger and bigger to him.  Lost in the thrill of it, he distantly wondered if this is how Mike had felt about him, when Mike looked up and almost a foot and a half separated them.

Mike kept flexing his muscles for Greg.  After another minute even all the way up on his toes, stretching to his limit, his mouth couldn’t make contact with Mike’s raised biceps any more.  

Greg stopped, breathing hard, catching his breath, and leaned against Mike’s massive, hard gut for a moment, the flesh still growing up slowly. Mike’s body is still very slowly expanding, getting bigger, stronger, all over.  Growing more full, round, padded muscle on top of his already large body.  Mike leaned forward, his huge chest looming over Greg’s head, and put his big hands on Greg’s back, pushing him inwards against his massive, sweaty gut.

“Yeah Little Bear, clean up this big, sweaty lifter...lick me clean...I can just feel those little hands of yours rubbing around my big, solid, belly.  Can’t even reach around to my waist, can you?!?  Yeah, you little fuck...let’s see how small you are now….”

Greg moved back a little, momentarily shocked out of his focus on his sexual energy and worship of Mike’s growing body.  Mike looked down at him and took stock of the room.

Mike could see the top of the fridge now, looking down on it easily.  And he was at least twice as wide.  He had grown into a massive bull of a man, vast traps and shoulder width.  Thick pecs that blocked his sight down, and a solid turtle-shell gut that blocked even more.  His arms and legs were thick with muscle and padding, the shape of the muscles still seen, and becoming pronounced when he moved.  He weighed almost 400 pounds and guessed his height at about 6’5”, almost a foot taller than he had been.  

Greg craned his head way back and looked up at Mike’s face so far above.  Greg stepped in just a little and rested his chest against the top of Mike’s massive barrel, his arms reaching up and resting on Mikes’ power belly.  Mike guessed Greg was about 5’ tall now, getting close to Mikes’ gut.  Greg was slim.

“You...you...you are a real giant to me - you’re like twice my size!”

“Yeah little man, and maybe ten times your weight!  HA HA HA!!!”

Mike lifted his arms again into a giant double bicep pose, lording his massiveness over Greg, turning his head to see his own flexing 25” arms.  “Yeah you little fucker!  Look at that arm!  Bigger than your head!”

Mike looked down at Greg. “No, you can’t see it from down there.  Let me fix that!”  Mike crabbed down into a most muscular pose, his great shaggy head just a foot away from Gregs face, his arms on either side of Greg’s tiny body. “BOOM!” Mike said.

Mikes’ watermelon sized arms flexed inwards at Greg, his chest almost knocking the tiny man over being flexed in front of him.

Greg put one hand on each pulsing bicep, stroking and mumbling.  “So big...so thick..surrounding me….”

“Yeah buddy!  I’m BIG Mike!  And that’s just my arms!”

Greg looked up at Mike, towering almost half again his size - something no one had done to him since early childhood!  Greg was stuttering.  “So...big...so...massive….”

Mike: “Feel that leg now, Tiny Bear!  Feel my calf while you’re there!  Get on your knees!”

Greg dropped to both knees, his head now just bumping into Mike’s bulging crotch. 

“Big Bear...I think you grew somewhere else too!”

“Yes!  Hadn’t planned on it...but a big man can use a big cock!  But, you’ll get that dessert later, Little Bear.” Mike grinned the way only a man with a giant cock does.  “Right now...lick those quads.  I’m not as clean as I want to be.  BOOM!”

Mike flexed one leg closest to Greg, every head of the quadriceps bulging and separated hugely before him. “Lick those lines clean Little Man!”

Greg started licking, loving being smaller than ever, being dominated for real by a giant man, bigger than him, overpowering him, making him do whatever the bigger man said.  As a tall man he had never truly given in before...now he was.  He licked and stroked the massive thigh in front of him.  His hands moving over the muscle were so tiny in comparison.  

Greg had not had to look up at someone in years and intimidated most men he met.  Being in front of a man who must be at least four times his weight, and 25% taller, was entrancing. 

“Now my calf.  Clean it boy!”  Mike lifted the flexed leg up on toes, making the massive calf ball up and bulge out even more. 

“Yes, my Big Bear Master!  Yes!”  Greg’s cock was as hard as it could get, dying for release.  He licked the two heads of the calf in front of him, all of his attention focused on pleasing his Big Musclebear Master.  

“Sir, may I come?  I so want to come!  You are so big over me...so...so..so..strong.!”

“Shrinking Bear, I’m going to pick you up, and you can come when I tell you.  It’ll be soon.  Now, stand up again.”

Greg stood up, Mike leaned forward over him again, making Greg move back just a little in shock of the man so much bigger than him.

“I bet you don’t weigh a damn thing Little Bear.  Let’s see!”  Mike grabbed Greg around the waist with both hands and picked him so his arms were straight out in front of him.  Greg’s head was just a little above Mike’s.  “So light, you’re just so fucking LIGHT!!!!  YES!!!!”   

Greg’s cock was sticking straight out as he looked down, some, at Mike.  The 6’5” powerlifter was inhumanly vast from his growth, at least four feet across the shoulders, and two from front to back.  Mike’s shoulders were legitimately bigger than basketballs.

“Little bear, I’m going to suck your cock just like this while I’m standing here, and you’re going to come right then, so you please your Musclebear Master, yes?”

“Yes sir!  Ye-”  

Before Greg could finish his sentence Mike opened his big mouth and took Greg’s cock and balls inside, sucking on Greg’s cock, teasing his balls.  Greg came in less than ten seconds, screaming in pleasure instantly.  “YEEEEESSSSS!  YESSSSSSSS!!!  AUGGGHHHHH!!!   OH GOD, AUUGGGGGHHHHH!  YES!!!!!!!”

It felt like Mike had sucked his balls totally dry right in that moment...but Greg knew he had more, just not yet.  Greg dropped limp in Mikes grasp, totally spent.

Mike lowered Greg down, back to shoulder height, and gradually made his way over to Greg’s oversized couch nearby.  Being so tall, Greg had a lot of “big guy” furniture.  Mike wasn’t yet the height Greg had been, but he was far heavier and thicker.

Mike lay out on the couch in his gym shorts, his right leg up on the couch, his left foot on the ground, with the five foot tall Greg stretched out against him, his back against Mike’s torso, legs up on the couch.  Greg was still dazed and spent, happy in the strongest afterglow he had ever been in.  Mike’s giant right arm held Greg against him.  With his left hand, Mike stroked Greg slowly.

“Yes little bear, rest a moment.  You’re going to need it.  There you go...rest a bit….”

Greg, naked, shrunken, and spent, actually fell asleep against Mike.  

Mike - Big Mike - just watched the little man against his chest.  Sometimes flexing his own arm or moving his hand, feeling happy about how massive he was, and how  small his formerly towering friend felt against him.

About a half hour later, Greg slowly woke up.  He took a moment to realize the massive arm across him was real.  In his own mind, he was still an almost 7’ tall man.  For a moment, he was in the arm of a ten foot hill of fur and muscle, holding him tight.  Then he realized that the couch and everything else were bigger, and that what had happened was real. 

“Mike.”

“Yes, Greg.”

“Can we get up?”

“Yes.  But you’re not getting ‘up’ as much as you’re used to!”

Mike lifted his arm, and Greg swung himself around and stood up on the floor.  Mike stayed seated on the couch, but swung around to sit up, facing Greg.

Greg, standing, was only a handful of inches taller than Mike, seated. 

Greg was just staring at Mike for a moment, reaching out and rubbing Mike’s massive shoulders. “Damn, you are so big, Bear!  So wide!”

“Yeah, buddy!  But I think I’m still not as tall as you were.”

“I think you might be right, but man, you have to understand what it’s like to be looking at you like this.”

“Like this? How about like THIS!”  Mike stood up.  Greg was staring into the bottom of Mike’s thick chest.  Greg got instantly hard again.

“Yeah big man, that’s definitely it.  Damn, your arms are the size of my head!”

“Yeah, they are”, Mike brought them up for a big bicep flex which took Greg a moment back, “but I think it’s time for me to find out just how big I’ve grown in the shorts, know what I mean?”

Mike dropped his hands to his gym shorts and underwear, shoved them down, then kicked them away.  His cock was starting to rise up.

Mike had been below height, but about average on his dick.  Now, having grown almost 20% bigger, his cock was also bigger in proportion.

“Greg,I think it’s time to bury this big cock somewhere, little buddy!”  Bury it somewhere before it’s too big for you to take it anymore, Mike thought to himself.

Greg looked at the 9” cock in front of him, seeming much larger than he would have taken it just a day ago.  “Yes Big Mike!  Let’s go for it!” 

Greg opened an end table drawer next to the couch, pulled out a bottle of lube.  “Go for it big man!”  

Mike threw the cushions from the couch onto the floor in a pile, and pushed Greg, surprised, down onto them.  Mike was forceful, but never this much, when they’d played around before.

“Flip over, little man.  I want you face down.”  Greg turned over as the big, naked, musclebear squirted some lube into his hand, then onto Greg’s hole, and his own cock.

Mike’s 9” cock slid easily into Greg’s hole, and his arms readily reached around Greg’s chest from behind.  Mike was surprised that Greg wasn’t a tighter fit, but remembered what a size queen Greg was, for both toys and men.  Even at this size he wasn’t really tight, but Greg was definitely having a good time.  It wasn’t bad for him, but he had tighter, and bigger, plans.

“Buddy”, Mike said,”This is great, but how about you give me whatever another six inches of your height and strength are?”

“What?  Mike, you’re already inside….wowowohhhh fuuuuuuuccccckkkkk!”

As Mike kept Greg stuffed from behind and held across his front, Greg felt what seemed to be Mike’s cock growing inside him, bigger every moment, and pulsing differently as Mike pumped his ass, alternating with twitching his cock inside the smaller man’s butt.

Mike only grew an inch or two from this new “gift” of Greg’s, but to Greg, the world was getting a lot bigger.  In one specific way, the way he was wrapped around what seemed to him to be a steadily growing cock, Greg’s world was getting just a little smaller.  

“Yeah, that’s it Shrinking Bear, getting tighter all over my cock, just what I wanted!  YES!” he kept slowly pounding in and out of Greg’s ass, his now smaller body tight around his cock.  “YES!  Just what I fucking wanted!  Pounding your little, tiny ass, Shrinking bear!  So small now!”

Mike kept pumping Greg, revelling in his size over this man who was now approaching two-thirds his size.  He was just as turned on by the feelings in his cock as the feelings in his head, knowing the man he’s pounding right now used to be the tallest man he’d ever met.

That idea built and built in Mike’s mind, and in a few moments the dam broke against the moving water-wall of fuck-energy and Mike came, yelling, and Greg came again, yelling in pleasure.  

After a few moments of both men shouting, Greg coming and Mike shooting inside Greg’s hole, Mike pulled out and they both rolled over onto their backs, momentarily spent and breathing hard.

Mike turned his head towards Greg.  “Bud, that was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time, and it was all due to your shrunken ass, Small Bear.”

“Big man, that was one of the best I’ve ever had!”  
 

[dredlifter]

Love the dialogue!  So fun and hot.

[MrAlice]

This was hot as fuck! Im hoping you continue this! I’d love to see Mike dominating on stage! And maybe stealing a bit more size from unsuspecting people

[spacevlad]

One of my favorites stories I’ve read here in a long time... so many themes I love, the dialog and sex was great, the slow build to it was great. And yeah I’d love to see Mike tease Greg more about their size difference, maybe test out his strength at the gym, and definitely take more size from someone and get even bigger!

[Bigger]

Lovely!

[Raggenme]

Love how Mike is finally in the body he deserves. Not just muscled up but tall and powerful too. Would be funny if greg comes to his senses and realizes what he lost cant be gained back. Imagine being a tall broad shouldered man all his life now reduced to a short weaker version of himself. 

[spacevlad]

Any update on part 2?

[shadownexus]

Oh man,  that was good!

I'll echo the thoughts already here. Please a part 2 and much more growth for Mike, maybe even getting powe hungry

[Bear]

I'll promise another chapter somewhere in June, just can't commit to when.  It might just be a two parter for now. 

 

Thank everyone for the interest here.  It makes a difference.

[Bear]

And now, part 2!

This had to brew for a while.  I hope you enjoy it.

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After another few moments of afterglow, the men moved through Greg’s bedroom to the shower.  With some additional groping and touching, they cleaned off, dried each other, and ended up next to Greg’s oversized bed.

Mike stood next to the doorway to the bathroom.

“Greg, I’m not as tall as you were yet, am I?”

Greg, naked and holding a towel, said “No, on that doorway I had less room than you, I think.  Not by much, but a couple-few inches?  That one is right about seven foot, if I remember.”

Mike hadn’t taken the ring off this whole time.  “Greg, come over here, okay?”  Mike met Greg a few steps into the room.  Greg was again close up to Mike, looking into Mike’s belly and enjoying his warmth after drying off. 

“Buddy, I think you should give me more of your strength until I’m six-ten, just like you were.”

“Mike!  I’m getting so-!”

“Shrinker, just enjoy it already, okay?”

Greg looked up at Mike, already towering over him, as his own height decreased.  His eye level passed Mike’s waist, then further down Mike’s leg, until Greg had dwindled another foot in height, now down three-foot-six-inches, and Mike grew as he’d asked.  

Greg looked straight into Mikes’ big cock, and up a little to his nuts, then up to his face high above. 

“Fuck...me...Mike….you are twice my size.”  Greg looked from side to side.  “I’m smaller than your thighs, man!  Fuck!  Just….Fuck!!!”  Greg stretched his arms out, and just reached across the front of the thighs on each side of him.  From Mike’s point of view, Greg was not much more than a foot wide, and his reach across his hands spread wide as they were was not more than a yard.  

Mike smiled big and broad down at Greg.  “Yeah, Buddy!  Damn, you are so fucking small!”

Mike knocked Greg back and forth a little with his massive thighs.  “You were just average at this height, I’m thicker than ever!”  Mike flexed his legs with Greg between them.

“Bud, you are such a giant to me!  From here I look at you and think you’re like fifteen feet tall!  And damn right, you’re just thick and huge!  You’re a massive wall!”

Mike thought to himself: Maybe someday I will be that big.  Right now though….

“Yeah….big, right?”  Mike just looked down at Greg for a moment.  He backed up to the door.  “Seem about right?”  He used his hand over his head to see how far up the doorjamb was.

“Yes big guy!  Yeah, the doorway there is right at seven foot, and the ceiling is nine in the bedroom.  Always seemed just right, you know?”

“I do now, little bear, I do now…”

Greg walked over to Mike and stood with him in the doorway.

“Man, you’re filling the damn thing from side to side and more!  I was that tall, but never that big!  You’re just so massive!”   

“Yeah little buddy!  I am sooo much bigger than you….”

Mike’s expression changed, thoughtful, looking down at Greg.

“Little bear, I think it's time for me to be your real life giant.  How about you give me everything until you’re two feet tall?”

Greg started to shrink again, slowly. “Two feet?!?!  Big man, I’m going to be so tiny - how….?  I don’t want -!”

“Shrinking Bear, just enjoy it OK?  It’s time for me to be the big giant over everyone, everywhere.  And let’s be honest...you weren’t doing what you should have with all that size anyway.  It was just wasted on you.”

Mike was slowly growing.  He kept his eye on the doorframe, his line of sight getting closer to the top of the door, he was over 7’ tall and still growing.

“Wasted on me?!?!?  It isn’t yours!!!”

Greg, meanwhile, was watching milestones of size in the form of Mike’s body pass him by. He started level with Mike’s crotch, but quickly was the height - but not width! - of Mikes’ massive quads.  From Greg’s perspective Mike was growing into a towering, thickening giant, the size of an apartment building, now double his size - now triple his size!  And still growing.

Mike meanwhile saw the 7’ doorway fall below his sight.  He was closing in on seven and a half foot tall.  Growing, getting thicker, bigger, fuller, each passing moment.

“Yes, Shrinker, wasted on you!  You didn’t care about what you could do, how powerful and strong you could be - you just acted entitled to be so tall.  Like it was your place to be a big tall guy, and me - like everyone else - just had to look up at you.  Like you were soooo good at being tall, or something.”

Greg’s view passed to the bottom of Mike’s bulging teardrop thighs - now way more than twice the width of his own body! -  then Mike’s knee, where Mike’s thick powerlifter calves - now scaled up massively! - were right below him.  For a moment, Mike’s upper leg was like the top half of a two story building just hanging over him, while the massive musculature of his calf was like the start of a grain silo.  If it had a door, he could have walked inside with room to spare.

“I wasn’t entitled to it!  I just was tall!  It was as much luck as curse for me!”

“Then, Tiny Bear, you shouldn’t be so upset to lose it!”

Their heights had stabilized, with Greg just two feet tall and Mike seven-foot-six.   Mike was just shy of four times Greg’s size - to Greg that meant Mike appeared to be a thirty-foot giant of flesh and fur.  

Greg, barely holding back tears, washed over by fear, lust, envy and anger, looked up past the knee above his face to the face of his massive captor so very, very far above.  It was only when his eye drifted a little away from Mike that he could tell that Mike was definitely a giant among men, but that he had become a plaything, the scale of an oversized doll in a room of giant furniture...and that this might not be changing back.

Mike again crabbed down into a bulging, veiny, lumpy, and to Greg, terrifying most muscular pose, still far above his head but looming enormous like an aircraft carrier mysteriously stable over his head.  “Look, it's going to me, and I’m making good use of it, right?”  

“It wasn’t yours to take!”

“You made it mine!  You agreed to this, Shrinker!  But hey, it has its benefits, you just need to get used to them.  Here, see?”

Mike, carefully stepping back, squatted carefully down, his cock almost touching the floor, and picked up the small, naked, two-foot Greg by the waist in his massive left paw.  Standing back up he lifted Greg until they were face to face, at a distance of Mike’s gently bent arm.  

“You’ve always wanted to be the smaller guy, and now you are!  Look how massive I am!”  Mike raised his right arm up into a bicep flex and gestured with his head for Greg to observe. 

“Fuck, I’m huge!  That arm is the biggest thing in three counties!  It’s almost bigger than you!”  Mike brought Greg right up to giant flexed arm.  “Touch it little man!  Lick it!  Take a minute and realize that thick, bulging arm all together probably weighs more than your whole body!”

At two feet tall Greg’s arms could only reach out about six inches...and he still couldn’t span the width of the hill of muscle in front of him.  

Against his own will, his mind bending to the massive muscled bear who held him in midair, what appeared to be dozens and dozens of feet off the ground, Gregs’ fear about regaining his own size took the back seat to his own lust and desire.  He caressed the skin of Mike’s arm, felt the warm flesh, the muscle and fat when he pressed in, and the fur everywhere.  His mind was lost in the idea that this bicep and tricep together were almost as tall as him, he was next to a bulging boulder of power, in the literal hand of a man who could crush him effortlessly, and his desire to obey, to have someone else in charge of him - someone truly be in charge of him no matter what he wanted - completely took over.

He worshipped the muscle in front of him, and the man it was attached to.

Mike watched Greg as the small man used small hands and a small mouth to express his adoration of the monument-sized arm Mike held out for Greg’s offering of worship.  Mike spent a moment embracing what was happening: this formerly big man - the biggest person he had ever seen - was now in his literal grasp. Mike looked at the doorway again, and around the room.  Even Greg never saw this room from this size.  I’m bigger than this little shrinker ever was - in every way!  I’m way bigger than the width of that door.

“Yes, Little Bear, love that arm.  Love it just...like...that.”  Greg kept up his affections and started rubbing his face along the soft-covered-steel of the bicep.  Mike, still keeping his grip safely on his shrunken friend, rewarded Greg by stroking his back with his index finger, “Good boy, yeah, rub yourself on that massive muscle….”

Love it like that...because you’re going to be even smaller, and I’m going to be even bigger, really soon.

Mike’s cock, standing a thick twelve inches straight out from his crotch, hardened even further from stone to iron.

Greg continued to stroke and kiss the bulging lust-object in front of him.  Mike continued to get aroused, and he needed release.  He ducked down and turned himself through the door back to the bedroom.

“Shrinker, my turn to get my rocks off!”  Mike lowered his arm, brought Greg up to his lips, and kissed him as carefully as he could, his own lips being so big compared to Greg’s head.  “That’s a good tinyman.  Now, stand here on this nightstand for me.”  Mike put Greg on the table next to the bed, and lay back against the headboard, his body bent at mostly a right angle, Mike’s cock still stood at attention.

From Greg’s point of view, a twenty-five foot giant just sat down across from him, with a three foot cock sticking up from his crotch, just about half his own diminished height.

“Jump over here.  Get between my legs and stand behind my cock, tinyman.”

Greg, still lost in a fog of subservience and intimidation, jumped onto the bed and moon-walked across the soft surface over to Mike’s thick leg.  It was a wall of flesh taller than him.  “Oh yeah, you can’t get there!  Hang on.”  Mike picked up Greg, lifted him over the bulging quads, and let him drop a few inches onto the bed, bouncing for a moment like a pillow-trampoline before he got to his feet again.  

The flesh of Mikes’ massive powerlifter squat-butt, even sunk into the bed, added enough height that the thick cockhead was just over Greg’s own line of sight.  Mike started leaking pre and grabbed his big cock with one thick paw.

“Yeah little man, my cock is almost bigger than you!  What do you think about that tinyman?  What about that?!?”

Greg replied, his voice shaking, “Giant bear, you have a giant cock to go with your giant muscles.  I...I...I...am in awe of the massive man in front of me.”

Mike started stroking his cock, one stroke with each sentence loving & lording his size over his shrunken friend - sometimes looking at Greg, sometimes focused inside his own massive body.

“Yeah, you tiny little shit….” Stroke.  
“I’m your giant…” Stroke.  
“You always towered over me….” Stroke.  
“I’m bigger than you ever were…” Stroke.
“Thicker and stronger….”  Stroke.
“Gonna get even bigger…” Stroke.
“Tower over fuckin’ everyone….” Stroke.
“Tower over fuckin’ buildings....” Stroke.
“Tinkertoy shitboxes won’t even reach my goddamn knees….” Stroke.
“Cock bigger than a goddamn bus….” Stroke.
“Arms bigger than a fucking stadium….” Stroke.  Breathe.  
“Fucking...massive...giant....muscled...POWER...BEAR!!!!!”  Stroke.  Breathe. Pant. 

Stroke.

And with his final stroke Mike’s abs and butt tightened, curving and crouching him forward off of the headboard, his nuts pulled tight upwards in their sack, and as he could feel himself starting to come he reached to grab Greg with his free hand around the narrow waist and hips. Mike leveled his own cock more to flat and holding Greg right in the line of fire, and BELLOWED his giant’s orgasm, stroking faster, and shooting rope after rope of thick white cum over his shrunken friend.  

Greg put his hands up to keep the sticky, salty, pulsing firehose of thick fluid from burning his eyes and to remain able to breathe.

After a solid 8 power-shots coating him, and another few with lessening power, Mike dropped Greg to the bed, again to bounce softly on the thick pillowy mattress.  Mike leaned back against the headboard, temporarily spent.

Greg remained on his back, looking at the thick powerlifter legs rising on either side of him like a veiny wall, the cock bending slowly from full staff to soft, shrinking gently to point down at him - a one eyed monster, quiescent for the moment.

Covered in come in a way he could never have thought of before, resting while Mike was unconscious, Mike’s last words were turning over in his head.  Mike was bigger than a building to him - for sure, he’s just twenty four inches tall, of course Mike is like a thirty foot building to him.

But, bigger than a building to...everyone?  What did he mean?  Did he really mean that?

And...if he did...and Greg stayed this size...what did that mean for Greg?