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Subject: The Collection, Parts 1-3 (mm/nc/giants)
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DISCLAIMER: "Collection" contains sex senes between men of
various sizes. If this doesn't turn you on, don't continue
reading. If you are under 18,please do not read this.
"The Collection"
PART ONE: THE ADDITION OF BAXTER
by Martin
Just Frank's luck, the cop who pulled him over was a gor-
geous specimen of manhood (blond, powerfully built, and with a
promising bulge). Getting out of this ticket would be particu-
larly enjoyable.
It was dusk, and there was nobody else on the country road.
Frank watched through his rearview mirror as the policeman strode
confidently to the window of his Saturn. The cop's badge read
"Baxter."
"Are you aware that you were driving sixty miles per hour in
a forty-five-mile-per-hour zone?" asked Baxter, all gruff and
commanding.
Frank just smiled winningly at the officer. "Are you aware,
Mr. Baxter, that you are now six inches smaller than you were
five minutes ago?"
Baxter opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He
obviously didn't know what to say to such a ridiculous non-
sequitur. Apparently it occurred to him that this motorist might
be on drugs, and he stepped back slightly from the window and put
his hand in the vicinity of his gun. "Sir, will you step out-*"
"One foot, now, officer," interrupted Frank, not moving.
"Sir," began Baxter. That was as far as he got before his
pants, suddenly much looser than they had been and weighted by
his gun, fell down.
The cop stood, frozen with astonishment. Frank smiled. He
had been right about this cop's cock, which he had glimpsed
briefly before it was covered by the newly-oversized uniform
shirt. Even at Baxter's reduced size, his equipment was bigger
than a normal-sized man's.
"What the hell?!" the cop found his voice. He bent down to
retrieve the gun. In an adventurous mood, Frank allowed him to
unholster the weapon. As Baxter found himself confusedly compen-
sating for the gun's increased size and weight, Frank struck
again. In a moment, Officer Baxter disappeared from view, buried
in a pile of blue clothing on the side of the road.
Frank laughed to himself. He hadn't started out the day
thinking he would make any new acquisitions for his collection.
It was just his luck that the perfect man stumbled across him.
He peered out the window and down at the street. Officer
Baxter had just managed to work himself free of the uniform
shirt, and stared upward in horror at the enormous, grinning man
above him. Suddenly, the colossal car door opened above his
head. A hand reached down, filling the 4-inch-tall Baxter's
vision. Overwhelmed, the tiny man fainted. Frank caught him as
he fell.
Justin Baxter awoke some time later to the unique sensation
of somebody sucking on his dick. After a few moments, this sunk
in and he opened his eyes. Sure enough, bobbing up and down
between his legs was the brown-haired head of a naked, muscular
man.
A man!
"Hey! Cut that out!" The police officer didn't know where
he was or how he got there. He didn't even remember his encoun-
ter with Frank. But he did know that he didn't sit still for
this queer stuff. He raised an unsure leg (why was he naked?)
and pushed the man away. Too late, he realized he had an erec-
tion, and he did his best to cover it.
"Where am I? What are you doing?"
The man looked extremely embarrassed. "What was I doing? I
was doing what I was told to do. And what that was should be
obvious." The man looked pointedly at Baxter's huge penis, which
was still erect.
"Oh, God," said the cop. "What is going on here?" He still
didn't know where he was, but he didn't think he could be more
humiliated. He uncovered his cock and put his head in his hands.
The other man took pity on the newcomer and moved to sit
beside him. "Hey, I'm sorry, man. It's hard on everyone at
first. My name is Peter."
Baxter grunted. After a pause, he said, "WHAT'S hard on
everyone at first?"
Peter sighed. "You haven't realized yet? Well, I'm sorry
to be the one to have to tell you, but . . . look around."
The blond cop lifted his head from his hands and peered
around him. He was sitting on a flat floor covered with some
sort of loose-woven rug. There didn't seem to be any walls or
ceiling, and he thought maybe he was outside. Two pillars about
his size, one white, the other brown, stood nearby, and there
were large shapes in the distance.
"What . . ." For a moment, Baxter's mind refused to grasp
what it was seeing. Suddenly, he remembered everything, and the
panorama snapped into place. He and Peter were on an enormous
table in a giant room. The nearby pillars were salt and pepper
shakers.
"Oh my God!" Baxter felt like he was going to faint again.
"Welcome to the wonderful world of Frank's collection," said
Peter bitterly.
PART TWO: PETER'S STORY
I was the first man to be included in Frank's miniature
collection (Peter said to Justin). I've been this size, which by
the way is about four inches, for around five years.
I guess I should begin at the beginning. I've known Frank
since we were freshmen in high school. I'm twenty three now, so
it's been around nine years. We grew up next door to each other,
and we weren't friends at first. In fact, I have to admit that I
sort of picked on him when I first met him. He was a small kid,
kind of nerdy. All of the older guys on the bus used to make fun
of him every day, and I wanted to look cool, so I joined in.
Eventually, Frank filled out some. After a couple of years,
the older guys graduated, and I stopped picking on him, too. We
became, well, not friends, but we lived so close to each other
that we would sometimes hang out. When the time came to go to
college, we both applied to State and we both got in. We decided
to become roommates.
Frank was easy to live with, and we eventually became good
friends. He hung around our room a lot (he only went out to go
to classes and to the gym . . . he never dated) and was always
around when I got home. We'd talk about how our days went. I
guess I did most of the talking. Frank would stare at me a lot,
and sometimes it got a little creepy, but I just thought he was
envious of my social life.
One day, I came home from a date with my new girlfriend. I
was excited because I had lost my virginity, and wanted to tell
Frank all about it. Only Frank wasn't there. He didn't come
home that night.
I thought he had finally gotten lucky with some girl. I
went to classes the next day, but he wasn't there when I came
back that night, either. I was starting to get a little worried,
and was about to call his parents to see if he'd gone home with-
out telling me, when Frank walks in the room. He looked dazed,
and his shirt was ripped.
I said, "Hey, man, you okay?" I mean, he really looked
weird.
He said he was fine now, but he had just had the most bi-
zarre adventure.
I said, "Adventure? Do you mean we both got laid?" That
was how I thought in those days. I thought "adventure" could
only mean one thing.
Frank had been looking pretty distant for a moment, but
brightened up when I mentioned the sex. "Do you mean you lost
it, Peter?"
I was proud. "Yup. With Mary."
He sat down next to me on my bed, too close to me, I
thought. "Tell me all about it," he said.
So I did. Well, just thinking about it started to get me
horny and I kind of forgot that he had just home looking so
bizarre. I was even starting to get hard as I recalled that
night with Mary.
I guess Frank noticed that.
I certainly noticed his reaction. Very slowly, he put his
hand on my dick. He still looked sort of dazed, and I remember
thinking he didn't realize what he was doing. I was kind of
surprised, and didn't move when he started massaging me through
my pants. Well, it felt kind of good, but I didn't go in for
that queer stuff. After a minute, I said, "You'd better stop."
Frank reacted sort of badly to that. He pulled his hand
back like he had just touched fire. He kept saying "Sorry,
sorry" over and over.
I took a minute to think, and said, "Frank, I don't care if
you're gay, but please don't try that suff with me."
Frank reacted badly to that, too.
He jumped up and yelled, "Gay! I'm not gay!"
I said, "Frank, how do you explain what you just did?"
He said, "I don't know. I didn't do anything!"
I said, "You just felt me up, Frank. Maybe you should talk
to John" (he was our R.A. who was a psychology grad student) "or
a therapist or something." I meant that he should talk to those
people because he because he wasn't dealing well with his sexual-
ity, not because there was something wrong with it. Frank took
this the wrong way, however, and went ballistic.
"You're going to tell everyone! You set me up! You just
want an excuse to make fun of me again! Well, I won't let you!"
And that's when it happened. I was still sitting on my bed,
and he was pacing back and forth. Suddenly, he stopped and sort
of towered over me. Then he REALLY towered over me. I mean, he
was ENORMOUS!
I didn't pass out like you did, but I was, of course,
*totally* shocked. There was this guy I'd known for years, and
he was suddenly, like, over 100 feet tall! He reached down to
pick me up, and all I can remember is yelling my head off. I
guess I wasn't loud enough for the sound to carry outside of our
dorm room because nobody came. I guess if they did, they would
have suffered the same fate. Well, maybe nobody hearing me just
postponed their fate. God knows he eventually got about ten guys
from our floor.
But, back to the story. He put me in his hand and raised me
up to his face. It was huge! I cowered in the palm of his hand
as he stared at me for a long time. I don't think he had ever
seen me naked before. I mean, I guess I had a good body and
everything, but I was kind of shy.
Then he sat down on my bed and picked up my underwear, which
was still normal sized. He put me in the pouch part and held it
up by the elastic waistband. Let me tell you, *that* was a weird
feeling. You'll probably experience it soon enough, but I'll
warn you now. There is nothing weirder than laying your whole
body down in the crotch of a pair of underwear that fit perfectly
just a few minutes before. All I could think for a minute was,
my *dick* used to be here, and now my whole body is!
Frank watched my reaction for a few minutes, then he laughed
like he was gaining confidence. He said, "WELL, I GUESS YOU'RE
NOT GOING TO TELL ANYONE NOW, ARE YOU?"
I didn't answer, so he shook the underwear so much that I
almost fell out. He said, "ARE YOU?" again.
"No!" I yelled. I knew not to cross him.
Then he lay back on my bed, took me out of my underwear, and
put me on his stomach. I just sat there, because I knew that if
I tried to get away he would stop me. Besides, there was nowhere
to go. I had never felt so defeated. He was wearing a torn Hard
Rock Cafe shirt from New York, and I sat down right on the word
"York." I think that if I had been laying down I would barely
have covered it.
He reached down toward me with his giant hand. I thought he
was going to grab me again, so I cringed, but the hand went past
me, all the way down to his dick. I looked down and watched him
start rubbing himself through his pants. He was really getting
off on all of this! There was this big bulge sticking up. It
looked like a hill. I got a very bad feeling as he started to
talk.
"PETER, YOU'RE MINE NOW. YOU'RE MY LITTLE TOY TO PLAY WITH.
I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT, AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME. I KNOW YOU'VE
ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE BETTER THAN ME, PETER. BIGGER AND
BETTER. WELL, NOW YOU'RE NEITHER. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?"
I just shook my head. I didn't know what to do or say.
That was when he reached up with his other hand and started
feeling me all over with one finger. God, that finger was as big
as I was. I felt so powerless, I just let it happen. What could
I have done? He rubbed my chest and my butt. Then he felt
between my legs and rubbed my dick and asshole. I started to get
an erection, maybe it was from all the excitement, and Frank
laughed when he felt it with his fingertip.
"WELL, PETER. I'VE BEEN PLAYING WITH YOUR DICK AND LETTING
YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN. NOW YOU CAN PLAY WITH MINE."
And he reached down and pulled down his pants. Suddenly, he
stopped playing with me, and I found myself lifted up into the
air. A second later, I was sitting in his pubic hair.
It was all around me, like overgrown brown grass and weeds.
Right in front of me was his dick. It was so huge! At least
twice my size. I didn't know what to do. I was just sitting
there, when I heard, "PLAY WITH IT!"
I still didn't move. He said, "CLIMB IT, OR I'LL SQUASH YOU
LIKE A BUG." *That* got me moving. I stood up, and stood next
to his enormous dick. He wanted me to pleasure him, but I didn't
know how. I had never even touched another man's dick with my
hand when I was my full size, and never thought in my wildest
dreams I would have to stimulate a dick with my entire body.
I heard a loud rumbling, and realized that Frank was clear-
ing his throat. Tentatively, I reached out and rubbed the huge
cock with both hands. "MORE," he said.
So I tried to climb it. It was very big around, bigger than
a tree trunk. I tried my best to climb this dick, but it kept
flopping over. The smell of dick, sour sweat, was everywhere,
and I got so confused. Finally, I just fell back into his pubic
hair and panted.
"HAVING TROUBLE? POOR LITTLE MAN. YOU CAN PLAY WITH MY
BALLS INSTEAD."
And then I found myself on his balls. I don't have to tell
you how big they were. I stood and tried to get my footing on
his loose sack. Finally, I just laid down on my stomach and
started wiggling my whole body. From the sounds of moaning
coming from dozens of feet away, I knew I was doing a good job.
I got so tired, and tried to stop a couple of times, but he told
me to keep going. Over my head, his giant hand was pulling on
his dick.
Suddenly, I went flying off his balls onto my bed. He had
knocked me off of himself, and now stood over me on his knees.
"HERE'S YOUR REWARD!" he said.
And he came. Boy, did he cum. Before it blinded me, I just
watched in horror. It shot from the end of that giant dick like
water from a geyser. It covered me, and I was in a sticky puddle
of the stuff. I had never been so disgusted in my life, but
there was nothing I could do.
That was just the beginning . . .
PART THREE: A BIG ENTRANCE
When Peter finished his story, Justin looked at him in
confusion. "So you're telling me you're not gay," he said. That
this was the only question he had testified to the state of his
mind.
"Oh, no. Not at all," answered Peter.
"But you were . . . well . . . and doing it *well*." Justin
embarrassed to note that he was still hard, and shifted his leg
to try to hide his erection.
Peter smirked at this, but otherwise pretended not to no-
tice. "Well, I told you I've been a part of Frank's collection
for years. He makes me have sex with all of his new additions
while he watches. Sometimes, the new guy and I have to fuck and
suck right on his stomach with him jerking off above us. When a
guy comes in unconscious, like you did, he makes me suck him off
until he wakes up."
"Haven't you ever tried to refuse?"
Peter laughed. "Oh, yeah. A lot of times. But it's not a
good idea. He has these ways of . . . persuasion. Once, he tied
me by the feet by a piece of twine. Then he held me over the
toaster until I agreed to get fucked by a guy. Another time, he
put me in the microwave and threatened to turn it on. It's
easier just to go along with what he says now. I advise you to
do the same, or you'll be sorry. He's very creative."
Justin looked around the giant room. "Where is he now?" he
asked.
Peter shrugged. "I guess he didn't expect you to wake up so
soon. The unconscious ones usually don't. He'll he back in a
while."
There was little to do as they waited. Justin walked to the
edge of the table and scanned the enormous room. His cock re-
mained hard and the other man continued his charade of oblivion.
"Hey," said Peter, as if he had just thought of it. "What's your
name, anyway?"
"Justin Baxter," said Justin absently. He was contemplating
climbing down the loosely-woven tablecloth, but it stopped some
thirty feet from the floor.
"You'd better not try to get away, Justin Baxter," said the
other man. "He'll find you, and he'll be angry."
As he finished talking, the two tiny men felt the surface
vibrate slightly under their feet. "He's coming," said Peter.
The giant footsteps grew closer and Justin was reminded of a
scene from "Jurassic Park."
Suddenly, Frank entered the room.
The naked giant paused a hundred feet away from the table,
and observed his little possessions from afar. Justin bravely
stood his ground at the table's edge and took his first good look
at Frank, as well.
It would be a ridiculous understatement to say that he was
tall, but Justin thought that even if he had been his normal six
foot one he would have had to look up to meet Frank's eye. His
body was hairy, but not particularly muscular. The disconcerting
thought flashed through Justin's mind that, had they been in an
even remotely normal situation, he might have thought that this
man who was now a giant was pleasant looking. "Where the hell
did *that* come from?" he muttered to himself. Perhaps the
strain of the past few hours was causing him to lose his mind.
He had never felt vaguely attracted to men before, but now his
mind seemed to be rebelling, and his body . . .
Shit, he still had that erection. He noticed, too late,
that Frank had been fixated on the sight for the past few mo-
ments. Justin turned abruptly to hide his body's arousal from
his enormous admirerer, and found himself face-to-face with
Peter.
"It's show time," Peter said, with a shrug. "You'll get
used to it." He reached out and tentatively put his s hand on
Justin's chest, slowly massaging his way lower.
Justin was trapped. He had barely stopped himself from
recoiling backward from his companion's touch; any movement in
that direction would have resulted in a rather nasty fall. At
9.8 meters-per-second-per-second, he didn't want to think about
how fast he'd hit the floor from a height of what was, in the
normal world, less than three feet.
Peter reached his throbbing erection and grasped it with
both hands at the very moment that Justin felt an overwhelming
presence behind him. He turned in alarm and stepped backward
into Peter, momentarily feeling ample evidence of arousal against
his ass. Then the hand came down.
Fingers filled his vision, and pinned his arms to his sides.
He was crushed against Peter as he felt himself rushing upwards
at an incredible rate. Peter's dick was at his ass again,
pressed into his crack by the hand's pressure. For someone who
claimed not to be gay, Justin thought, this man certainly could-
n't prove it by me. Then thought left him as the upward motion
stopped.
Frank tilted his hand and uncurled his fingers, leaving
Justin and Peter entangled in a colossal palm, staring up at a
very eager face as big as a billboard.
Continued . . .
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