Revenge Bang

Cody regretted the idea the moment he walked into the stranger’s apartment. The door slammed shut and he noted the design magazines fanned out on the coffee table. He smelled the artificial floral of an air freshener. Still sweaty in his gym clothes, he felt out of place. This entire idea wasn’t right, he knew. He turned to leave but the stranger–his name was Paul; he’d introduced himself back at the gym–was approaching with a glass of wine.

“Ah, I’m, uh… good,” Cody said, holding up a hand at the offered wine. Paul smiled and returned to the kitchen. Cody’s eyes scanned Paul’s nice, bulbous butt, the only feature on the tall, lithe man that appealed to him. Maybe he could do this, he thought to himself. Now that he was here, why not make the trip worthwhile? He tried to ignore the cloying fragrance in the air and focus on the idea of fucking Paul’s big ass. The idea of pressing up against its warmth, burying his face in it and feeling the soft firmness pressing against his cheeks… He could make this work.

“I was surprised when you talked to me at the gym,” Paul called from the kitchen. He was rinsing out the wine glasses. He returned with a bottle of sparkling water which Cody accepted with a smile. “Guys like you don’t usually give guys like me the time of day.” Paul winked and sipped his own sparkling water after clinking their bottles together.

“Guys like me?” Cody asked.

“Muscle guys.”

Cody blushed despite himself. After decades of bodybuilding he should have felt confident in his body. Still, compliments like that always tickled him. Ronny used to always say, “Don’t let yourself get flattered. Stay driven. You’ll never be big if you’re happy with what you are now.” Why the fuck had Cody put up with that shit for so many years?

“You’re hot,” Cody offered, as if that explained everything Paul needed to know. The taller man cocked his head to the side and blew into the spout of his bottle. The haunting whistle sound made Cody chuckle. “So anyway, did you want to…”

Paul nodded. “Very romantic. Do you even remember what my name is? Or did you just want to get down to business.”

“It’s Paul,” Cody countered. “I’m sorry. Maybe I… misread the vibe.”

“Oh, the vibe very much is, ‘I want to fuck,’ but I wasn’t sure how much of a hurry you were in.”

Cody stared up and down Paul’s tall, lean body. He stood nearly two heads taller than Cody, and yet he was so willowy that Cody probably outweighed him by at least twenty pounds. “I guess… I mean, I was just getting out of a bad relationship recently, so… I was thinking what would work best would be…”

“No strings attached,” Paul said with a wink. “Quick fun. I get it.” He set down his sparkling water and gestured toward the bedroom.

Paul led Cody by the hand. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Cody tried to ignore how frilly everything was, how many pillows were piled up. He remembered, way back when he and Ronny had first started dating, asking what a “duvet cover” was.

“We’re not ‘duvet cover’ guys,” Ronny had explained. He’d been shooting Tren into his ass during that conversation, Cody clearly remembered. He also remembered Ronny dropped the spent needle, hitting a lat spread and saying, “THIS is what kind of guys we are.” Then he’d beckoned Cody over to rub oil on his muscles.

As Paul slid his shorts down, Cody was struck by the body he was used to seeing naked and the one in front of him. He’d been with Ronny for three years. They’d only been apart three months. He wasn’t even sure he could get hard with someone who weighed less than him.

Even as Cody yanked down his own shorts, he reconsidered the whole escapade. Ronny had seen him flirting with Paul at the gym. Cody would treasure Ronny’s suspicious glare forever; that look of jealousy had healed so much of Cody’s damage in a single moment. That’s all he wanted. He didn’t need to fuck a stranger; he just needed Ronny to think he had.

“How do you get a body to look like this,” Paul said, dropping and nuzzling Cody’s pecs. Even on his knees, Paul was almost as tall as Cody. Cody flared his lats, feeling a need to seem huge. Paul cooed and gripped them, seeming to savor their thickness before licking up his flank into his deep musclepit.

Cody closed his eyes and got lost in the feeling of worship. So many times he’d been on his knees treating Ronny like a massive god. Now he was the worshiped… and he never wanted to be on the other end again.

“I LOVE guys like you,” Paul said, standing up and nuzzling into Cody’s thick traps. He rubbed Cody’s head, ruffling his curly blonde hair. “Short but massive. Love little muscleheads…”

Cody bristled at the dismissive head pats–like he was a little pet. Ronny always used to call him a “bulldog”--even going so far as to making him wear a dog collar during sex, making him bark as he fucked him from behind. Not anymore, Cody thought, stooping down, wrapping his thick arms around Paul’s legs and then lifting him up and tossing him back on the bed.

Paul laughed as he bounced around, swatting the pile of pillows away. “Aw, you don’t like that, do you? The short thing?”

Cody leapt on the bed. Horizontally, it didn’t matter who was taller. He pressed his thick, bulging body down on Paul’s, grinding their dicks together. He lowered his pecs down over Paul’s face, smothering him, then flexing them as hard as he could. Paul’s laughs were muffled by the wall of beef.

Cody was rock hard now, more at the idea of getting to finally be the dominator than by the body he was about to dominate. He recoiled, grabbed Paul’s legs and lifted them up over his shoulders. Paul, still giggling (a sound that just spurred on Cody’s determination to fuck Paul’s bouncy ass), held up a hand.

“Wait, wait… I’m vers, but… you sure you want to top?” Paul said as Cody ran his cock head up and down Paul’s ass.

“I don’t fucking bottom,” Cody said, as if the statement itself could erase a lifetime from taking dick from bigger men.

“Fair warning,” Paul said, starting to pant from anticipation. “I love getting fucked but guys who fuck me ALWAYS regret it…”

Cody looked at Paul’s dick, hard and slapping against his abs. Paul was bigger than Cody there by a good two inches. With a loud grunt, Cody slid into Paul, who let out a loud gasp and a passionate moan.

Cody continued to fuck as Paul writhed and moaned. “L-last warning!” Paul gasped. “If you cum in me, you’ll–”

Cody leapt forward and kissed Paul quiet, aggressively punching with his tongue to show Paul who was boss. As he pulled away, still buried to the hilt in Paul’s ass, he said in a low, deep voice, “You keep talking and I’ll fuck your face quiet.”

It was Ronny’s line, but his voice wavered as he delivered it. Paul’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then he laughed.

Cody seethed, then pulled out. He considered heading for the door at that moment–who was he kidding with this “alpha muscle” performance?--but instead flipped Paul over and slapped his perky butt before sliding between the two beautiful cheeks once more.

“Oh fuck, oh FUCK–” Paul gasped as Cody fucked him. As much as the bodybuilder wanted to feel like he was in control, Paul was squeezing him perfectly with every thrust, bucking his hips in perfect rhythm. Cody may have been on top, but Paul was clearly fucking HIM. That idea just spurred him on.

He would show Paul who was boss. He was jacked–a huge roided out FREAK! Cody was going to get the respect a man with his body DESERVED. He felt his orgasm coming on like a speeding freight train. His intellect dwindled, his animal desires taking over, and then…

Cody came so hard he almost blacked out. His whole body tensed, every muscle flexing harder than it ever had in the gym, and then…

He was falling… sliding down Paul’s MASSIVE ASS, rising on either side of him like two huge hills. Cody’s thickness was the only thing keeping him from sliding into the crack and becoming mashed in between them.

“I warned you,” said a voice that rumbled from below him. Cody tumbled backwards and bounced twice on the soft ground beneath. He stumbled to his feet, the earth seeming to sway like a trampoline as he stared up at the cavernous room around him.

Paul was ENORMOUS, unrecognizable as a human until he started to move. Somehow–this was impossible, he knew–Paul had grown to the size of a building. Cody’s eyes went wide as Paul rose up, his sweat dripping down on Cody like hot heavy rain.

“I fucking warned you!” boomed the building-sized man as he reached down with a huge hand. Turned around, his big dick flopped down next to Cody, nearly striking the stunned bodybuilder. “Every guy who fucks me ends up tiny,” Paul said. Cody refused to believe it was true, but that didn’t stop Paul’s gigantic hand from snatching him up. Fingers as thick as his bulging arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. Cody felt the breath squeezed out of him. He feared being squashed, but the pressure ended at restraint.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Paul said, lifting Cody up to his face. The little man’s stomach dropped away as he sailed through the air. He puked up a frothy volley of the sparkling water he’d chugged before. Paul snorted, a blast of hot air in Cody’s face. “See, if you’d let me top you, we would have had a nice time,” Paul said. He sat up and stood, a simple move that, to Cody, shot him up in the air what seemed like another two hundred feet. “But you had to be the big man, didn’t you? Had to top the skinny guy. Well, who’s the big man now?”

Cody could barely focus on what Paul was saying. The bedroom looked like an alien world to him now. Every footstep was an earthquake to the little man.

“Stop fucking screaming!” Paul ordered, giving Cody a firm shake. He didn’t even realize he had been screaming.

Paul dropped Cody casually on the living room table. Cody tumbled from his grasp, landing on his hands and knees and gasping for breath. As he stood, he stared UP at the bottle of sparkling water he’d been drinking before. It was as tall to him now as Paul had been before the change.

“So, what do I do with you now?” Paul said. Every one of the giant’s footsteps was a tremor to Cody now. He sprinted to the edge of the coffee table and glanced down at a sickening drop below him. He glanced up at the giant striding toward him, then down at the drop again. Maybe the soft carpet below would cushion the fall? He leapt–but Paul caught him in midair, lifting him up and giving him a shake.

“Now I’m not going to have you injuring yourself so soon. Not after I just got you!” he said, licking him lips. “Look at you! Your little dick is still dribbling.” Paul raised Cody to his lips and a giant tongue lapped at Cody’s still drooling cock. The little man screeched at the contact; his still-sensitive cock rubbed by Paul’s massive tastebuds was just too much for him.

“Aw!” Paul boomed. “That little bit of your load I could taste was delicious. I suppose it would be dripping out of me now, if it hadn’t shrunk down with the rest of you.” Paul carried Cody into the kitchen, set him on the counter, and placed an overturned wine glass over him. “Now stay PUT. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

As Paul left the room, Cody beat on the walls of his glass prison. Maybe if he pushed it along the counter, he could knock it over… but then what? It had to be a thousand foot drop to a hard tile floor. He didn’t have much more time to theorize his escape; Paul returned, yanking the glass off him.

“Your cell phone’s locked, so I’ll need it to scan your tiny face,” Paul taunted, holding the phone up. It was as tall as Cody now, the wallpaper (a shot of him flexing) now an actual-size photo. With the phone unlocked, Paul pulled it back to his ear and replaced the wine glass, trapping Cody once again.

“I’m gonna guess from these text messages that Ronny is the ex- you were trying to make jealous at the gym, hmm?” Paul said. Cody was helpless to react as Paul raised the phone to his ear. “Hello, Ronny? Hi, this isn’t Cody, but he’s with me. Look, how would you like to keep Cody in a birdcage? Hold on, I’ll show you what I mean.” He snapped a photo of Cody under the wine glass, then returned to the call. “Oh no, this isn’t a trick. This is very real. I’ll send you my address if you want to come pick him up. I’ll explain everything when you get here!”

*

Paul had turned the wine glass upright and plopped Cody in the center. He was sitting on his couch when the thunderous knocks came at the door, swirling the glass like it contained wine instead of an increasingly dizzy little bodybuilder. Cody tried not to throw up when Paul finally stood to open the door. He was desperate to see Ronny, but instantly ashamed when his giant ex-lover, now more massive then ever, looked down at him with his mouth curled up in a smile.

“Holy shit,” Ronny’s deep voice rumbled, making the wine glass rattle. “You weren’t fucking kidding me.”

“Nope! Not at all,” Paul said, handing the wine glass over.

“How’d he get like this?” Ronny asked, raising the wine glass to his face. Cody backed away from the huge nose as it sniffed at him like he was an aromatic cabernet.

“My ex-boyfriend was a little clingy and thought I should only bottom for him,” Paul explained far too casually. “So he cursed it so that anybody who fucks me shrinks down to… well, that. I warned him, but he just had to have it.”

“He’s lying!” Cody chirped.

“Well, sounds like your voice is just as pip-squeaky as the rest of you,” Ronny boomed. He stared into the wine glass with one massive blue eye. “Which part was he lying about, little man?”

“He… he never warned me…” Cody said.

“Well, I didn’t tell him WHAT would happen,” Paul said with a shrug. “But I told him he’d regret it.”

“Well, I sure don’t,” Ronny said with a laugh. “Damn! How much you want for this little shit?” Cody braced himself against the sides of the wine glass as Ronny tilted it.

“Oh, nothing,” Paul explained. “Honestly, sometimes I keep the guys around for awhile after but I just don’t have time for a pet right now.”

Ronny nodded. He tipped the wine glass, dumping Cody into his rough, calloused hand. He pulled the pocket of his skin-tight XXXL polo shirt open, then roughly shoved Cody inside. Cody found himself pressed tightly against the rock hard mass of Ronny’s huge pec. A heart as big as Cody pounded like a timpani not far away. Cody tried to squirm but the snug fit of the shirt kept him in place.

“Look, what was your name? Paul?” Ronny began as he patted the pocket, squashing Cody. “Feel free to say no, but if I brought another guy over, could you… y’know? Make a little mini-companion for my new pet here?”

Cody shuddered at the idea. The jubilant laugh that came from Paul chilled him even further.

“Well, if he’s anywhere as hot as YOU,” Paul flirted, “I’ll gladly shrink him down for you!”

“Good,” Ronny said as he started to walk away. “The new boyfriend is way hotter than this little shit but he’s twice as annoying. I think he’d be easier if he were smaller than my dick.” Cody blanched as he realized that particular appendage was truly bigger than him now–and he’d most likely be confronting it very soon.

“Ronny?” Cody yelled from inside the pocket. The shaking beneath him terrified him, as did the thudding heartbeat and the gurgling sounds from within his giant captor. Ronny didn’t seem to hear Cody no matter how hard he yelled. It wasn’t until Cody heard a door slam and heard an engine turn over that he realized he was in Ronny’s truck.

Thick fingers plucked him from his pocket and dropped him in one of the center console’s cup holders. Cody pissed a little bit when he saw Ronny’s giant face looming down on him. He prayed Ronny didn’t notice.

“So,” Ronny said. “No doubt in my mind you fucked that dude to make me jealous. How do you feel about that decision now?”

“Please, Ronny, you gotta take me to get help… get me fixed! Take me to a doctor, something!”

Ronny poked Cody in the chest with a battering ram of a finger. “Think, small fry. Think with that raisin-sized brain of yours. You ever hear of a doctor who fixes shrunken people? I take you to get help, best case you end up in a petting zoo for the rest of your life. More likely, you get dissected after about a thousand tests. No, I think it’d be kinder to keep you. I could get you a little hamster wheel, I think.”

The ground lurched as Ronny started driving. “So, little fucker, since you’re going to be staying with me for awhile, I figured you should meet my new boyfriend. Since you were SO eager for me to see you leave the gym with that Paul guy, it’s only fair you see who I’M fucking now, right?” He rubbed the top of Cody’s head with his thumb.

“Uh… staying with you?” Cody said, his voice shaking. He’d just moved all of his stuff out of Ronny’s place!

“Yeah, well, you’re not going to live on your own, are you?” Ronny taunted. “I leave you at your place, you’ll end up starving to death within a week. You can’t open a door. Shit, even if you could get up ON the toilet, you’d probably fall in and drown! And what if you slip and fall in your sink? Nope. I’ll keep you at my house. I’ll even let you roam around free, unless you’re not as housetrained as I want you to be.”

Cody shuddered. He tried to theorize a way to escape, but there was none.

“Don’t look so spooked, little guy. As long as you behave yourself, I’ll treat you great. You weren’t so good at that before, but I figure now that you’re small enough for me to swallow whole, it’ll change your priorities big time.”

*

Stuffed into Ronny’s underwear drawer, Cody actually resigned himself to the darkness and just huffed the manly smell of the jockstraps and posing trunks around him. What else could he do? All hope of returning to his original size was gone. As humiliating as it was to know that Ronny would be loudly fucking his boyfriend mere feet away, it was a relief to know that Cody would at least be left alone for a bit. Getting scrubbed by a toothbrush in the sink had been humiliating. Sitting on the edge of Ronny’s tupperware while the giant ate his dinner had been terrifying (especially when Cody fell into barbeque sauce and Ronny slurped him clean).

Ronny had always lorded the size difference over Cody before. But now, the teasing had a tinge of affection to it. Maybe when Cody had been full-sized, Ronny was trying to inspire him to get even bigger? And now that he would never be bigger than a cock, maybe Ronny was just treating him like a pet. Maybe this was the dynamic Cody had always wanted from Ronny.

(Huffing deeply of Ronny’s boxer briefs, it donned on him that Stockholm Syndrome may have been setting in.)

“So anyway, babe, y’know how I asked about inviting a third in?” Ronny said between sounds of two immense muscular bodies grinding against each other and slurping each other’s faces loudly.

“Uh, yeah.” Whoever the boyfriend was sounded dopey. Cody stifled the urge to find out how big the new guy was; any yearning to be competitive was squelched by the idea that, no matter who was the more developed bodybuilder, Cody could easily end up a stain under the new boyfriend’s foot.

“Well… here he is.”

Cody expected Ronny to yank open the drawer just then, introducing their new little muscle pet, but instead he heard the bedroom door open.

“Oh wow, he IS big!”

It was Paul.

And about ten minutes later, Ronny finally did yank open the drawer. Just as Cody stood up, shielding his eyes from the harsh bedroom light, Ronny plopped down another tiny man next to him. The guy was a few inches taller than Cody and MASSIVE–easily a 300 pound freak (now reduced to a number of ounces, Cody reminded himself, despite the fact that the frightened, still shocked little man easily eclipsed Cody’s physique even now.

“Meet your new buddy,” Ronny said, nudging the two shrunken men together.

“Thanks, boys! That was amazing!” said Paul as he left the room.

“Thanks, bud! I’ll call you if I look to pick up another one,” Ronny said.

“Cody, meet my NEW ex-boyfriend, Steve!” Ronny bellowed.

“Sorry about this,” Cody said. Despite the strangeness of the situation, the proximity to the hulking man did get his dick hard. As it rose, it traced up Steve’s tan, veiny quad.

“Fuck, do I get you two little runts clothes or let you run around naked?” Ronny mused as Steve looked up at Ronny, then down at Cody.

“H-how could you do this to me?” Steve squeaked.

“What? You’re still bigger than him,” Ronny said.

Cody sighed. “He’s gonna make us compete you know,” he pointed out. Cody prayed that some of the competitions involved running quickly or fitting through small spaces, as Steve’s roided out body meant he would be superior in many ways.