My Boyfriend's Back

It had been three months since Garrett had started dating Colby, but this was their first night out together. Garrett had no idea what kind of “nightlife persona” his large-framed powerlifter boyfriend had; in private, Colby was a gigantic teddy bear, warm and cuddly despite being 6’5” and 300 pounds of chubby muscle. Colby worked as a bouncer, but he’d warned Garrett that “work mode”--stone-faced intimidation, folding his burly arms and staring down at drunken troublemakers–was just for work.

From his spot near the wall, Garrett smiled as Colby navigated through the crowd toward the bar. The big man could have plowed straight through, but instead he gently navigated around the much smaller bar-goers in his path, softly guiding them aside with his big hands and a smile. At the bar, two prettyboys bought Colby a drink. Watching Colby stroke his beard, blushing and accepting the drink before pointing at Garrett across the crowd–Garrett could lip-read “That’s my boyfriend!”--made him swell with love for his new partner.

So much better than the last. He shivered as he thought about Dirk for just a moment.

“Hey pretty thing,” said a deep voice. Garrett shivered at the sound. There was no way… it couldn’t be…

“Dirk?” Garrett said, eyes wide as he saw his dark-haired, slim ex-boyfriend. Garrett took a step back.

“You’re acting like I’m holding a knife,” Garrett said, holding up his two empty hands. “Seriously, what is with this reaction? All I said was ‘hello’!”

Garrett blinked. There was something different about Dirk. Something had changed in the year since he’d seen him–was it his eyes? They looked darker, almost black, although it was tough to tell in the dimly lit bar. (Maybe he had taken a pill, dilating his pupils.) The air around Dirk felt colder than the rest of the room.

Garrett realized he hadn’t blinked since Dirk had spoken. He was still wrestling with the idea that he had, somehow, conjured the menacing man just by thinking about him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend,” Garrett blurted out, as if that would neutralize the man staring into his eyes.

Dirk shook his head. “Now, see, I’m in a REALLY good place right now, which is good… because that sort of thing–said before you’ve even greeted me, mind you–would have hurt a less solid version of me.”

Garrett glanced back at the bar. Colby was still chatting with the two blonde twinks. He took a step toward him.

“Should I just assume you’re not going to speak to me? Should I just leave?” Dirk said, thumbing at the exit. “I can go. Clearly you’re not in the mood…”

“Where have you been?” Garrett spat out, a question that had been on his mind for a year. “How did you find me here? Seriously, I moved a thousand miles away to start over! How are you here right now?”

Dirk took a deep breath. “Honestly? This is a case of ill-fortune… or good-fortune, depending on your perspective. I’m in town for work. I came out to get a drink, have a little socialization outside a hotel room for once. In all the bars in all the cities I somehow ended up in yours. To be honest, I was excited to see you! Clearly that’s not reciprocated.”

“Liar,” Garrett said. “You’re lying. You stalked me here.” A large hand fell on Garrett’s shoulder, and the thin blond man jerked away from it.

“Whoa!” It was Colby. “Babe, sorry to surprise you. I got you a drink.” Colby handed Garrett the Tito’s and Soda he had asked for. Then he extended his free hand to Dirk. “Hi! I’m Garrett’s boyfriend Colby,” he said in a jovial voice, completely unaware that Garrett’s chest was clenched with terror.

“Goodness, you are BIG!” Dirk said, eyeing up the mountainous man before him who stood a full head taller than the rest of the crowd, and nearly twice as wide as the men around him.

“Yeah, everyone says that,” Colby said, shrugging his big shoulders. “Guess I just eat a lot.” He frowned. “Your hands are FREEZING, man!”

Dirk shrugged. “I run cold.”

“We’re leaving, actually,” Garrett said, tugging on Colby’s sleeve. Colby looked at Garrett, raising an eyebrow as he sipped his drink.

“Babe? Really? We just got here!”

“This is all my fault,” Dirk said, backing away. “Garrett and I used to date, and clearly he’s not happy to have me around. I’ll leave.”

Colby shook his head. “Oh, no, bro, you don’t have to…” He noticed Garrett’s furrowed brow. “Is there… is there something…” He looked from Garrett to Dirk. “Oh. Babe, we can leave if you want.”

“Hit him,” Garrett said. “Punch him in the fucking face!” Garrett shouted, tugging on Colby’s massive arm.

“Babe, I’m not gonna hit him!” Colby said, laughing. “Jeez, let’s get you home. We’ll talk about this later.” He turned to Dirk. “Sorry about… whatever this is…”

“Nice to meet you, Colby,” Dirk said. He stood on his tiptoes and gave Colby a kiss on the cheek. “You’re sweet. Take good care of my guy, will you?”

Garrett set his drink on the nearest table as he power-walked to the door, glancing back every few steps to make sure Colby was with him. He was quiet on the streets as they headed back to Colby’s truck, his hands buried in his pockets.

“So… are we gonna talk?” Colby finally said.

“This is not good, Colby,” Garrett said, still staring at his feet. “Dirk is… evil.”

Colby froze. “Did he hurt you?” He clenched his fists. “Did he lay a HAND on you?” The jovial giant’s posturing changed drastically as his chest flexed, his lats flaring out. He seemed to pulse even larger than normal, his fists rising and falling with his breath.

“No,” Garrett said. “He doesn’t need to. He’s… not normal. Not like most guys. He gets in your head…”

“Manipulator?” Colby asked, still in combat mode.

“No, I mean… LITERALLY,” Garrett said. He let out a long sigh. “Damn,” he said, finally breaking his rigid posture and collapsing into his big boyfriend. His head was at Colby’s chest. He buried his face in the big man’s massive pecs and sobbed. “I was hoping to not have to tell you about Dirk for a… long long time…”

Colby threw an arm around Garrett, pulling him in tight. “Babe, let’s forget about him. Let’s get you home… wanna do popcorn? Movie? Snuggling?”

A smile finally shattered Garrett’s glower. Colby joyfully picked his boyfriend up off the ground and carried him like a man carrying his bride. “POPCORN!” Colby shouted at the top of his lungs, echoing through the city. “MOVIE! SNUGGLING WITH MY BOYFRIEND!”

*

Colby was gone when Garrett woke. He vaguely had a memory of the big man kissing him awake and mentioning the gym. Garrett smiled as he sat up in his bed. A cup of coffee sat on his nightstand on a napkin with a heart drawn on it.

Garrett sipped the coffee and climbed out of bed. He felt exhausted. Despite an uninterrupted seven hours of sleep, he felt entirely unrested. This was the effect of Dirk, he reminded himself. Maybe it was just post-trauma, he thought, or maybe it was Dirk’s “aura”--the effect he had simply by being close.

As he got dressed, he wondered how he was going to explain to Colby that his ex-boyfriend was a witch–an actual spell-casting, moon-worshiping creature of the night–without sounding entirely insane. Things were so solid with Colby that anything less than perfect honesty felt like a wrong move. However, how was he going to explain that Dirk could command animals, walk through dreams, and hex his enemies? He remembered the last dream he’d had of Dirk, two weeks after he’d fled their apartment, fifteen days after he discovered the terrifying shrine in their basement.

“You’ll see me again,” Dirk had said in the dream. They were standing in a river. Garrett had been struggling to avoid getting swept away. Dirk was staring at him from the air, his feet hovering over the rushing water.

“You will see me again and you’ll always be mine,” Dirk had said.

Garrett had spent the prior year telling himself that it wasn’t Dirk himself speaking to him, but just a dream–the normal kind, elicited by a worried mind and not a sorcerer.

His phone vibrated. Garrett shivered. He didn’t recognize the number, but somehow he knew who was on the other end.

“I just want to talk,” Dirk said. Garrett hadn’t said hello when he answered the phone; Dirk had just begun speaking.

“No,” Garrett said. “No, just leave me alone. Please!”

“You’re being incredibly judgmental,” Dirk said. “And I’ve done nothing to earn this treatment from you. You were happy, but you’re judging me from what I am, not what I’ve done.”

“Whatever it is you’ve done, I don’t want anything to do with it,” Garrett said. “Period.”

There was a moment of silence, then Dirk chuckled.

“How’s your boyfriend? Still enormous?” Dirk asked.

Garrett spat threw clenched teeth, “You leave him out of this! Don’t do anything to him! He has nothing to do with this!”

“Unfortunately, he’s involved. Until you speak to me… he’ll become less than what he is. Mark my words.”

Garrett paused. “Don’t you dare!” he said in a hushed voice. “Don’t do ANYTHING…”

“NOW do you want to talk to me?” Dirk said. “Just one hour. Coffee. I want to explain where I’ve been, how I’ve changed, and I want to discuss US.”

“There is NO fucking ‘US!’” Garrett shouted. He hung up his phone and turned it off.

*

Garrett and Colby had exchanged apartment keys the day before. He held the freshly cut copper key in his hand as he knocked on his boyfriend’s apartment door. “Babe?” he asked, with no response. Colby hadn’t responded to any of his texts. He took a deep breath before inserting the key.

“Maybe he lost his phone,” Garrett said as he held air in his lungs. “Maybe he took a nap after the gym. Dirk is just a manipulator. He’s not really a witch, he’s just controlling and manipulative and the ‘witch’ thing is my way of coping with it…”

In the year since he’d moved, Garrett had gone to twice-weekly therapy sessions. He had felt he had made true progress, especially when he opened up to Colby and allowed himself to be vulnerable in a new relationship, but the moment Dirk reappeared, all that inner-strength just dissolved.

He was grateful that Colby’s TV was on; that meant he was home. “BABE?” Garrett shouted as he checked the kitchen and Colby’s bedroom. The big man’s apartment was only a few rooms.

“I’m… I’m in here!” Colby shouted back from the bathroom.

“Oh, god, thank god… I was so worried… Dirk called, and he said the weirdest…” Garrett put his hand on the doorknob to the bathroom.

“NO, DON’T OPEN IT!” Colby shouted back. Garrett froze.

“Wait, why? What’s wrong?” Garrett said, the pit in his stomach returning.

“I… I don’t know. I think I need to see a… maybe a doctor? Or something, but… I don’t want you to see me like this.”

The two stood silently on opposite sides of the door for a few moments. Garrett was desperate to know what was wrong.

“I’ll call 911,” Garrett said, sliding his phone from his pocket.

“Wait, not… NOT YET…” Colby shouted back. “I think I just want you to leave for a bit, okay? And… we’ll talk later. I’ll go to the doctor myself.”

Despite Colby’s wishes, Garrett threw open the door. His boyfriend was standing there, a towel draped around his waist, his powerful muscles and firm musclegut all exposed and as beautiful as Garrett remembered.

Then Garrett realized he was staring into Colby’s eyes. They were the same height. Colby’s head sunk as he wrapped his towel around himself, trying to cover his diminished naked form as much as he could.

All of Colby’s muscles were there, his cock still a thick hose between his massive thighs, his arms still bulging next to a massive barrel chest. Without reference points, the change would have been impossible to notice. But Garrett remembered Colby filling up his small bathroom with his imposing presence. Now he had plenty of room to spare. The towel shouldn’t be covering him as much as it was.

“Oh my god…” Garrett said. He took a step forward, but Colby backed away.

“A-at first, I-I just… couldn’t lift as much at the gym. I thought I was feeling sick or something. Then as I was walking out, my shorts fell down. By the time I got home…” He looked down at himself, then up at Garrett. “Fuck, we’re the same height, babe…”

Garrett reached forward and hugged his boyfriend, shocked that he could get his arms around him for once. “It’s okay. We’ll fix this. I know what to do, I think.”

“How is this possible?” Colby said. “I mean, I’m not losing my mind, I’m not dreaming… a guy doesn’t just… get smaller, does he?”

Garrett took a step back. “It’s kind of a long story,” he said, “but it has to do with Dirk. I told you he wasn’t normal, right? Well, a long time ago…” Garrett gasped as he realized he now could see over Colby’s head. He was at least an inch shorter than before. The burly man hadn’t noticed yet. “I don’t know if we’ll have time, so I’ll explain on the way.”

*

It was obvious Colby couldn’t wear his own clothes as soon as he yanked up a pair of boxers. He stood shocked, holding the waistband wide around his diminished waist while his still-muscular thighs swam in the leg holes. He tried a tank-top as a shirt, pulling a belt around his waist, but Garrett remembered he’d left a t-shirt and shorts behind.

Colby squeezed into it; even at around Garrett’s height, his body was still swollen with bulk. The shirt was skin-tight around his bulging torso, only covering to just above his hairy navel. The shorts looked panted on, and with each step Garrett could hear threads popping. However, by the time they got out to the car, Colby seemed less uncomfortable than when he’d first pulled the clothes on. Garrett knew what that meant.

“Where does he want to talk?” Colby asked as he sat in the car, looking around at all the space he had.

“Coffee shop,” Garrett said. “And I’m grateful, because there will be people around.”

“Don’t worry,” Colby said, taking Garrett’s hand. “We’ll talk him out of this.”

Garrett’s eyes went wide at how small Colby’s fingers were compared to his. “Babe, you don’t have to come in.”

“I want to,” Colby said. “I may not be as big as before, but I’m still a freaking house!” He flexed his arms, bouncing his pecs. When he lowered his hands, Garrett noticed that the shirt and shorts were now meeting at the waist, and neither seemed so tight anymore.

“I’ll hurry,” Garrett said.

Garrett sprinted from the car to the front door of the coffee shop, pausing when he realized that Colby (now only nipple-high to Garrett) had to hustle to maintain his pace. Colby was holding his shorts up with both hands as Garrett held the door for him.

Dirk was seated at a table with a pleasant smile on his face. He gestured to the chairs at his table as Garrett approached.

“I got you both coffees,” Dirk said. “Nitro cold brew for you, Garrett–your favorite–and a single shot of espresso for the big man.” He picked up the tiny mug and smirked. “It’ll be regular-sized for you pretty soon, won’t it?”

“Hey, man,” Colby said, shaking his head. “You think this is funny? Fucking around with people’s lives like this?”

“I’m here, we’re talking,” Garrett said. “So turn him back.”

Dirk shook his head, wagging his finger. “I believe, the night we met, Mr. Big-Stuff over here,” he said, gesturing to Colby, who was still slowly diminishing in his seat, “threatened violence against me. Is that true, Muscle-Man?”

“Yeah, cuz you hurt my man!” Colby said.

“You think that’s true?” Dirk said, raising an eyebrow. The dark-haired man glanced at Garrett. “What exactly did you tell him about us?”

“Nothing,” Garrett snapped. “I didn’t tell him anything. I didn’t have a chance.”

“Now, that’s not true at all!” Dirk said, clapping his hands. “I’m a ‘manipulator’--I get ‘in your head,’ ‘literally,’ right, Garrett?” Garrett sighed. This was just like Dirk–asking a question he already knew the answer too. Garrett wondered exactly what Dirk could see, since he could clearly spy on them without being near them. Could he read their thoughts?

“How about this,” Dirk said, standing up. “Colby, my gentleman friend, I understand that you were only standing up for your boyfriend which is a perfectly rational response. If you’d like, right now, you may take one free shot at me–and if you hit me, I’ll put you back to normal and leave you both alone. Sound like a deal?”

Colby hopped out of his seat, shocked to realize that his chin was at the same height as the table. He glanced back at Garrett, then up at the ceiling and around the coffee shop. Everything must have looked so huge to the man who was used to looking down on everything.

“Don’t worry,” Dirk said, gesturing around. “They can’t notice a thing out of the ordinary, thanks to me.” He rolled up his sleeves, stepped away from the table, and smiled. “Now, Mr. Muscles, let’s see what lifting all those weights has given you. Come at me!”

Colby gritted his teeth and charged, but upon taking a step his shorts fell down around his ankles. He hesitated, his swinging fist connecting with only air. Dirk laughed and gave the much smaller man a shove. Colby grunted and fell backwards, his feet tangled in his clothes.

“Go to the bathroom,” Dirk said with a snap of his fingers. “Your clothes fit for the moment.” In an instant, the outfit snapped to Colby’s height (his eyes just barely able to see over the table). Colby seemed shocked at the change, even moreso when his body seemed to obey Dirk on its own. He walked toward the bathroom, looking back with panicked eyes before reaching up to grab the handle.

“Why are you doing this?”

“He wanted to hit me,” Dirk said.

“You said you’d leave us alone if he did!”

“They were foolish terms,” Dirk said, stirring his mug of coffee with his pinky finger. “He could have chosen words but he chose violence. So in my opinion, he deserves what he’s getting.” He slid his mug of coffee forward. The surface of the murky liquid reflected an image now, as little Colby walked into the restroom and approached the urinal. He glanced up at the two men at the urinals flanking him–each of them literally twice Colby’s height–stared down at him.

“Those are guys he threw out of his bar recently,” Dirk said with a wink. “Let’s listen in.”

“You psychopath!” Garrett shot back, but as Dirk snapped his fingers, the image in the mug suddenly had sound accompanying it.

“Jesus, Will, look at this shrimpy little fuck right here!” said the thug on the right to his buddy on Colby’s left. The shrunken little powerlifter glanced up at the two men anxiously, but then turned his attention to the urinal before him, hoping to finish peeing before the situation escalated.

“Hey, little bro!” said the one on the right. “Look at all those muscles you built, but you’re STILL tiny as fuck!”

“They don’t recognize him,” Dirk said with a wink. “Lucky for him, or they’d probably want revenge! But how could they realize he’s the same guy who launched them with one hand when he’d probably hurt himself lifting the toilet seat now?”

“Wow, look at his tiny little dick, too!” said the thug on the right as Colby’s face burned red. “Always the guys with the muscles have the tiniest dicks.”

“Bet his little pinky is a WHOPPER next to the shriveled dick on that meathead asshole from that shitty bar!”

As the conversation continued, Colby’s height had dwindled to the point that he had to lean back, arcing his pee stream up into the urinal.

“Here, lemme give you a hand,” said the thug on the right, now finished. He zipped up, then reached down and plucked Colby up by the armpits, holding him up so he could finish peeing. “Jesus, christ, you’re a dense little fucker, are you?”

“Not for long,” Dirk said with a wink. The image in the mug dissipated.

“If they hurt him–”

“They won’t,” Dirk said. “I just wanted to tease him a bit.”

“He doesn’t deserve this!”

“Sure he doesn’t! But I’m the ex-boyfriend and I’m jealous of the new guy,” Dirk said with a shrug. “Why’d you have to go and replace me with a guy like THAT? Muscles AND a great personality?”

Colby left the bathroom–now so small he had to lean against the door with all of his weight just to get it open–and walked back to the table, now TERRIFIED of the ENORMOUS people looming over him. He was only about two feet tall now, and whatever spell had kept the clothing tight to his body had ended, and the clothes were now starting to billow around him again.

“Don’t you feel silly for trying to fight me?” Dirk said, grabbing Colby like he was a child and setting him right on the table, leaving his now-oversized shoes behind. “THERE you go. Sit down here, so we can chat… at least as long as you’re visible!”

“We’re talking!” Garrett said. “You said if we talked, you’d end this.”

Dirk shook his head. “No, we’re not talking. YOU’RE just snapping at me. You don’t want to discuss what I had in mind. In fact, you’re only here to try to convince me to reverse THIS whole thing.” He turned his finger in a spiral in Colby’s direction. The shrinking seemed to hasten for a moment; Colby’s legs shrank into the shorts, his feet no longer visible. Likewise his arms had pulled into his shirt, only his little head poking out.

“Hey, wait, slow it down!”

“I want to talk to YOU, little man,” Dirk said, snatching the clothes and shaking them until Colby–now just twelve inches tall, and naked–tumbled onto the table.

“Wait, I–” A scarf suddenly appeared, looping around Garrett’s face and suddenly squeezing tightly, muffling him.

“Now, ask me anything, while you’re still big enough that I can hear you,” Dirk said, placing his head in his hands as he looked down on the shrunken muscleguy.

“Uh-uh…” Colby said, both hands over his junk as he stared up at his lover’s ex. “How can you do all this? This… magic stuff.”

Dirk smiled and sipped his coffee casually. “Excellent question. I had a natural talent for magic at a young age, but I had no idea what potential I had… or even that magic was real! As I grew older, I researched finding a coven but none would take a man. So, I taught myself, and kept it a secret.” He shot an icy glare at Garrett, who tried to stand but found scarves tied around his legs, binding him to the chair. “Would you believe, Mr. Wonderful NEVER even asked me why I could do the things I did?”

“Why did you guys break up?” Colby asked.

Dirk let out a deep sigh–a hurricane-force wind to little Colby. “Well…” He paused as he set his coffee mug down. “Could you put a few splenda in my coffee for me?” Colby looked over at the nearby sugar caddy. He dragged a few yellow packets out, carried them to the coffee mug, then tore them open, dumping the contents in. “And stir it please. Thank you.” Colby did as he was told, grabbing a spoon that was nearly as tall as he was and using it to stir the coffee.

Dirk took a sip. He smiled. “Perfect. Anyway, we didn’t EXACTLY break up. Garrett just… left. He had grown suspicious of me because I was keeping some secrets–that is, that I was a practicing witch, something I wasn’t ready to come out about at the time–and then he started snooping. He found something shocking in our basement and just left without even talking to me about it. And we were in a relationship for five years! FIVE YEARS!”

Colby glanced back at Garrett with soft eyes. “Five years?” the little man said. Garrett wondered if Colby knew that he was still getting smaller–that it wouldn’t be long until he literally wasn’t big enough to be seen!

“I was about to propose,” Dirk said with a sigh, staring away wistfully. “I had a ring and everything. First, I had to come clean about the witchcraft, of course… and then there was the thing in the basement.” Dirk glanced over at Garrett, who was still struggling against his bonds. “After knowing me for so long, and finding my books of spells, your FIRST thought was that I was the one responsible for your nightmares, wasn’t it? Your FIRST thought was that I must have been using magic evilly, wasn’t it?”

“It wasn’t?” Colby asked.

“No, it wasn’t,” Dirk said. “There was a shrine in the basement of our apartment. Our landlady was worshiping a very powerful malevolent force, and we had the bad luck of renting from her. I was doing what I could do fight the force. Garrett, here, was my lifeline. I’d bound myself to his energy to keep me safe when I went to battle the dark force…” He plucked a small silver ring from his pocket. “This was the talisman I used to bind my energy to his. It was the ring I was going to propose with.”

“Wow,” Colby said. “This is a LOT of information…”

“Yes,” Dirk said, nodding. He handed the ring to Colby, who, now only four inches tall, struggled to hold it. “It was. And if Garrett had just remained behind to ask me, the love of his life, any of these questions… if he had waited just a single day longer before he left me… he would have had all of the answers, and I would have triumphed over that vile evil. As it was, when I went to battle it, my lifeline was long gone. It dragged me to another plane of existence… twisted me in a million different directions for what seemed like millennia… until it spit me out, what on this plane of existence was only six months later.”

Colby grunted as the ring became too heavy for him. It hit the table and started to roll away. Dirk snatched it up.

“I spent all that time clinging to the memory of my love, only to emerge after all that to find he was off telling a therapist what a monster I was… dating a new man I couldn’t hope to compete with!” Dirk looked down at Colby, now only two-inches tall. “Well, I guess THAT isn’t true anymore, is it?” He brought a thumb down on the bug-sized brute, who, despite his bulging muscles, couldn’t resist the strenght in a single regular-sized thumb. “See? No competition at all.”

The scarves suddenly vanished, but Garrett had nothing to say. He was pale, dumb-founded. Part of him wanted to believe that Dirk was manipulating them, telling them more lies, but another part of him was drowning in the shame of what he had done to a man he used to love.

“So what do you say?” Dirk said. “Now that you know the truth… will you marry me? I’ll squash this little guy into a stain,” he said, applying a gentle pressure with his thumb, eliciting a loud grunt from Colby (who was barely visible beneath it). “And we can pick up where we left off?”

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” Garrett said. “But Colby has nothing to do with this. You can’t hurt him!”

Dirk removed his thumb from the struggling little man. He leaned forward and stared at Garrett deeply, seeming to study him. Garrett felt like Dirk was staring through him. “Even now, you doubt the truth of what I say. I’m pouring my heart out to you, and you still think I’m evil.” He tossed the gold ring down at Colby, who was now just a half-inch tall. The ring fell around him. A moment later, he had shrunk more, and the ring was now a pen, trapping him in its confines.

“I’ve suffered a million times what you BELIEVE you’ve gone through,” Dirk said, scooting his chair away from the table. “And still you believe yourself the victim. And just for the record, I am truly only here for work. I’m dismantling a small coven, but I was given permission to exact a little well-earned vengeance.”

Garrett stood up and gazed down at the ring. Colby was still in there, just a speck and still shrinking. He was covering his ears; the sounds of the giant world around him must have been deafening.

Dirk waved his hand through the air, which suddenly turned frosty. “I’ve said my piece, now I’ll let you live your life… but I can’t possibly let it go back to exactly what it was before. You have to have something to remember me by.”

Garrett blinked. The sounds of the coffee shop seemed so far away. He felt like he was falling. When his vision finally focused, he found himself outside Colby’s apartment, his key in his hand. He glanced at his watch; he had somehow gone back in time! (Or had he dreamed the shrinking at the coffee shop?)

“Babe?” he called out, banging on the door. With no hesitation this time, he slid his key in the lock. He burst into the apartment–the TV was on–and searched for Colby. “Colby, babe…”

“Babe, don’t come in here!” boomed a loud voice from the bathroom.

“Oh god, no,” Garrett said. “Are you shrinking?”

“N-no, not exactly,” said Colby, his voice seeming to thunder through the wall.

Garrett threw the door open, his eyes going wide when he saw Colby on his knees, so big it looked like he may not fit through the door.

“Babe, something happened,” Colby said. “Look out!” He slid one arm through the door, then tried to fit the rest of himself. The wood creaked and splintered as he burst through it. When he was out, he tried to stand, hitting his head on the ceiling while he was still bent over.

Colby appeared to be nearly 8 feet tall, his musclebound body enlarged proportionately. The floor creaked below him; he had to weigh over 600 pounds!

“At least… at least you’re not small!” Garrett said. He wanted to hug his boyfriend, but he was SO massive, he wasn’t sure where to approach first. He finally settled on a single leg, embracing it like it was his whole boyfriend.

“Babe, this is going to… take some getting used to!” Colby said. “I think I may need a new apartment…”

“Bouncing will be a lot easier though!” Garrett said, trying to remain positive.

“You think you can handle dating a freaking GIANT?” Colby boomed. As he asked that, Garrett’s eyes fell to the enormous piece of meat between Colby’s legs, big as an arm. There was nowhere on Garrett’s body that could fit such a freakishly gigantic organ.

“We’ll… figure something out,” Garrett said as he watched the humongous cock starting to pulse and inflate with blood. Dirk certainly left him something to remember him by…