Cam Guy Takedown

[6 word request: Cashmaster reduced by triple stat exaggerations]

Cassidy stood in the bathroom with the lights out, his back to the closed door. In the dark, he couldn’t see himself--or rather, what had happened to him--and he could pretend that he was fine, that nothing had happened. He slowly turned the bathroom knob and peered out into the blinding brightness of his living room. Sure enough, there was his computer, still broadcasting. He could see the chat in his webshow still firing off, although he was too far away to read any of it. Why were these fuckers still watching an empty room?

“Okay,” he said out loud, trying to ignore the higher pitch of his voice. “I can do this.” He just needed something to knock the camera over. Then he could run in and unplug it all so there were no witnesses to what he was going through.

He slammed the door shut, his eyes failing to adjust to the darkness. “Fuck,” he said as he patted around the dark room for something to throw. His fingers found a can of shaving cream, but he knocked it over and it rolled away.

“Fuck this,” he said, flipping on the light. His stomach lurched at how unfamiliar the room looked.

Everything--the light switches, the toilet, the towel rack--seemed to have been raised two feet. He gasped as realized the sink was level with his chin now. He had to stand on his tiptoes just to see his eyes in the mirror.

It was too much for him; he snapped his eyes shut, wishing away what had happened. He was six feet tall! He was a rugged, built athlete! But now he felt like a little shrimp.

And he was dealing with it like a little shrimp. He shook his head, pushing aside his anxieties and tiptoed up to the mirror. With some effort he hoisted his much smaller body up on the counter and took a look at himself.

Cassidy estimated he was only about four feet tall now. That seemed impossible… his body looked the same to him! It was everything else that seemed to have changed. He sighed with relief as he flexed his arms and bounced his pecs; same pumped up studly body that he’d had before the disastrous webcam show. Then his eyes passed beyond his ripped abs to his groin. He moaned when he realized his little dick was barely big enough to push through his pubes!

Where there should have been a seven inch hog and two sizable balls there was now just a little nub the size of his thumb above two little beans. He touched them and his body shuddered; they seemed incredibly sensitive! When Cassidy shut his eyes, he could swear he could still feel all seven inches of his cock, but it must have been some sort of phantom limb syndrome.

Cassidy had no idea how it had happened. He’s been doing his weekly webshow, stomping around like a giant and flexing his feet for his fans. “6’8” giant jock flexes his massive muscles and his 8 inch dick on camera!” He had a sizable following and racked up tips every week. By tilting the camera upward, he could give off the illusion that he was actually 6’8”--when in reality he was only 6 feet tall. But those dumbasses didn’t give a fuck. THey probably knew he wasn’t really that big and just participated in the fantasy.

But in the middle of his show, his whole body got warm, and then he just… shrank. He wouldn’t have noticed if his formerly tight boxer-briefs hadn’t slid down his legs, revealing an equally dwindling dick. While the rest of his body stayed in proportion (just reduced by a third), his dick continued to shrink, the decent-sized piece of meat dwindling down to a laughable little thing.

And all of it had been broadcast, live. He prayed nobody had recorded it.

Cassidy took the shaving cream can in hand and opened the door. End the webshow, then haul ass to the emergency room so they could figure out what sort of allergic reaction he was having. He took aim, did a quick mental adjustment to account for the loss of size and (as much as he didn’t want to think it) strength, and…

...just before he let the can fly, he heard his front door open.

Cassidy slammed the bathroom door shut again. Why the fuck hadn’t he locked the front door before he started streaming? He pressed his ear against the wall, racking his brain about who could possibly be in his apartment. Whoever it was weighed a ton; every footstep shook the apartment.

“Well, I hope you’ve all enjoyed the show so far!” said a deep voice. “Now, it’s time for part 2! Let’s have some fun with little Mr. Cassidy!”

Cassidy’s heart pounded in his much smaller chest. This guy was talking to his camera--and he knew what happened to him? Could the intruder be behind all this?

“Where are you, Cassidy? You didn’t shrink away to nothing, did you?” said the deep voice. Cassidy could feel the heavy footsteps coming toward him. He panicked, looking for an escape route, but the door flung open before he could act. He felt himself yanked off his feet, two strong hands grabbing him beneath his arms and hoisting him up.

“Who the fuck--” Cassidy began. This guy was ENORMOUS! He was so tall his head scraped the ceiling, and he looked like he’d been a professional bodybuilder for thirty years, swollen with massive, ripped muscles. The guy’s intense musclebod seemed to fill Cassidy’s entire line of sight. Had Cassidy been his average size, the guy still would have dwarfed him. At this reduced stature, Cassidy felt like a little ragdoll.

The massive, red-bearded man tossed Cassidy backward. The little camguy stumbled on his feet, slapping his hands over his reduced manhood as the enormous, tattooed musclefreak loomed down at him with his hands on his hips. His pecs were so broad they cast a shadow on Cassidy! And the bulge in his shorts was distractingly large.

“Well well, Cassidy. You’re not quite up to your normal proportions, are you? What ever could have happened?” The giant reached out and gave Cassidy a shove that hit hard, knocking him back.

Cassidy, still fiery despite being tiny and facing down a goliath, hopped back to his feet. “The fuck are you on, bro? Breaking into my apartment, tossing me around… and you did this to me, didn’t you?” Cassidy gestured down at his shrunken form. The beast just laughed.

“Not exactly. I merely set the trap, but you triggered it yourself.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Cassidy demanded, his veins icy as he considered the amount of force this massive man could inflict with relative ease.

“My name’s Nostos,” the big man said, crossing his arms. “And yes, I made this happen, and I can undo it, too. Right there in front of your loyal audience!” Nostos gestured at Cassidy’s laptop, the chat whizzing by on the screen.

“Then do it,” Cassidy whimpered. “C’mon, man, put me back to normal! This shit isn’t cool!”

“Well, here’s the question, ‘Giant Cassidy,’ how tall is ‘normal’ for you? Make sure to answer loud enough so your fans can hear you!”

“I-I’m six-foot-eight!” Cassidy blurted out. Answering honestly hadn’t even seemed like an option--but a part of him wondered if the giant, believing him, would actually make him eight full inches above his natural height.

Instead, the huge musclehead just cracked his thick knuckles and shook his head, chuckling with an otherworldly echo. Cassidy felt a chill--and then the room started rising around him, again.

“Nooooooo!” Cassidy cried out, his voice rising in pitch as he felt the ground rushing up toward him. His eyes went wide as he realized he was now eye-level with the giant’s knees--no, actually shorter!--and each of the big man’s massive calves seemed equal in bodyweight to Cassidy now. He tried to shield himself from the camera’s view, but Nostos easily shoved him back in the view of the camera.

“Dumb little asshole,” the now-gargantuan man said, snatching naked little Cassidy off the floor with one massive hand. Cassidy yelped as the giant dangled him in the air by one arm. He was one healthy shake away from his arm being dislocated--or worse--so he knew he had to do as he was told.

“Why are you doing this?” Cassidy squealed.

“Why?” Nostos said. He walked over to the camera and squatted down, cradling little Cassidy in his bulging arm. “Because too many of you guys demand money from horny men after lying to them about how big you REALLY are. And guys like me--who are actual GIANTS--are tired of little shits like you pretending you’re like us.”

Cassidy stared up at the massive man looming above him. “Bro, how did you get so fucking BIG! Same way you made me small?”

Nostos’ pecs bounced as he laughed. “No, little guy. See, I’m actually a half-giant, half-witch--think Hagrid, if he was fucking roided out of his mind. And little shrimpy pukes like you acting like you’re bigger than you are makes guys like me look bad. So I’m using magic to make you as small on the outside as you are on the inside.”

“I can’t believe you shrank me, you fuck!” Cassidy couldn’t help but notice the cash racking up onscreen as the enormous bodybuilder slapped around the shrunken little jock in front of a live audience.

“No, I didn’t shrink you,” Nostos said. “I just cast a spell that would reduce you by three times the amount of size you lied about. And you claimed to be 6’8” tall, and I’d say you were actually just a shy short of 6 feet, so…”

Cassidy looked puzzled as he worked through the math, so Nostos helped him along: “It’s 24 inches, dumbass--two feet. And that little cock, too… how much shorter than 8 inches was your dick?”

Cassidy blushed as he recognized the fact that the dick he privately considered to be seven inches was actually more like six-and-a-half. His hands slapped down again to cover his shame.

“And I watched it all happen, live, pretending to be one of your ‘adoring fans’ while orchestrating your downfall,” Nostos bragged. “The best part? I couldn’t have done this to you if you hadn’t accepted my cash. It sealed the spell, made you pliable to my will.”

Cassidy reflected back on the $500 tip he’d received early on during that night’s show. Maybe he should have been more suspicious of it.

“So what are we going to do to our shrunken little guy, folks?” Nostos said to the camera as he scooped little Cassidy up with one hand. “He’s only about two-feet tall, and he feels pretty fragile, so go easy on the guy!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Cassidy declared, but his eyes darted toward the screen where a poll was ending. The winning topic: “Spank him!”

Nostos barely noticed Cassidy’s resistance as he flipped the little guy over his knee and spanked his bare, muscular ass hard, ignoring Cassidy’s increasingly frantic yelps. When it was over, Nostos dropped him roughly on the carpet. Cassidy held his hands over his hot, throbbing glutes.

“I’ll tell you what,” Nostos said, tapping quickly on Cassidy’s laptop. “I’ll make the next poll be, ‘What does Cassidy have to do to earn his size back?’ “ How’s that sound?

He tapped out a few choices, then stomped through Cassidy’s apartment casually, grabbing two beers. One was finished by the time he’d returned to the tiny powerless man, who felt lost in his own apartment.

“Uh-oh,” Nostos said, pointing at the screen. “Looks like ‘finger fucked’ is winning!” Nostos licked his lips, then lumbered into Cassidy’s bathroom, returning with a bottle of lube that looked tiny in his hands.

“Wait!” Cassidy said as Nostos lubed up his pinky finger. “Something else is winning!”

Cassidy’s jaw dropped when he saw the winning selection: “Make it permanent!”

Thank god there was still two minutes left in the poll.