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Madagascar Charm, The
|I stood before hall, bare-chested and sweating. He was still fully clothed, however, his cock protruding from his fly. I wanted to see him naked. I put my hands under his shirt and began to rub his stomach. His abdomen was taut and hard, and I could easily feel the separate bumps of his abdominal muscles. Briefly I thought how lucky I was that Hall was so well put together. Supposing an obese man had acquired the charm and wanted to have his way with me!
I ran my hands up the sides of Hall’s torso, enjoying the narrowness of his waist and the widening thickness of his chest. He had little hair on his chest, but he was hard and warm. Seldom had I been more attracted to a man before. And gone entirely was the fear that I didn’t please him as much as he pleased me! For I knew that I was exactly what Hall wanted!
With my arms still reaching under his shirt, I wrapped my arms around Hall’s back and rubbed his shoulders from behind. They were round and solid. I looked up into Hall’s eyes and he looked down into mine. “Are you ready to grow smaller still?” he asked. I paused. I was enjoying this, and though I felt like I had just come more in one ejaculation than I normally did in a week, already I was growing hard again. I wanted to continue exploring Hall’s body. “Hall,” I said, “I’m willing to be shrunk some more, but I want to explore your body. I haven’t even gotten a good look at you yet. You feel fantastic!”
Hall smiled at that. He said, “How about this? I’ll shrink you slowly so that you can explore me first like you are and then from a small perspective. In fact, I could make you so small that exploring me would really be like exploring a strange landscape! What do you say?”
I thought about it and found that the idea was rather appealing. It was a bit scary, too, but in a good way: like riding a roller coaster. I consented.
“Okay, you ready? Good. You will very soon begin to shrink slowly, always retaining the incredibly handsome proportions you have now. You will shrink about one inch per minute until you are four inches tall, then you’ll stop. Okay, you’re beginning to shrink now.”
“Let’s go back into the living room,” I said, and we both went to where there was more space. I reached up to pull Hall’s shirt over his head, and decided that already I could feel the change in height. It sounds odd, but in the hour or so that I had been this size, I had already gotten somewhat used to it and I noticed the change.
I was at eye-level with Hall’s nipples now. I rubbed his handsome stomach and kissed the warm flesh under his chest. We both still had our pants on, but I could feel mine growing so loose that soon they would fall off. I decided to let them. But I would remove Hall’s pants. He cooperated and tossed them in a corner of my room, followed by his boxer shorts. He was now towering over me, a handsome Native American god. I wanted to remove the band that held his ponytail, but it was a bit of a stretch for me. “Hall, let down your hair. I want to see what you look like when you get up in the morning.”
“I look a lot worse than this when I get up in the morning, Walt,” he said. But he removed the band holding his hair up and let it fall down. It was shiny and black and was shoulder-length. He shook his head to let his mane hang loose. Hall appeared truly as a god: proud, tall, stern, and strong. As I stood admiring him, I noticed that the moist spot on his torso that I had been kissing was now approximately at my eye-level. Then my pants fell to the floor, my thighs at last I told Hall I wanted to go see myself in a mirror. I invited him to help himself to a drink from the refrigerator or the liquor cabinet while I returned to the bathroom. The bathroom counter surface was now higher than my nipples. I had to reach just to turn on the faucet. My dick had shrunk with me, but it was still quite large relatively speaking. In fact, though I was at least two feet shorter than my normal height of about six feet, my dick was probably still larger now than it normally was. It was almost obscenely huge. I wondered briefly whether men who were this well endowed (extremely few though they were!) had trouble appearing decent in public. Very loose pants could hide such a monster if it remained tame, but there was really nothing that would hide it if erect.
I left the bathroom and found Hall pouring us both scotch on the rocks in the kitchen. He handed a tumbler down to me and I had to reach up and take it with both hands for fear of dropping it. “Better drink it soon, Walt,” he said. “Soon there’ll be more there than you can drink.” Now high out of my reach, he sipped his scotch.
What a handsome navel Hall has, I thought, when I noticed that I was now looking straight at it without looking down. I beckoned Hall into the living room, then set my scotch down on the coffee table (which was now the size of a dining room table to me) and reached my arms as far up his body as I could. I could just put my hands on his shoulderblades. I stood on my toes and tried to rub the balls of his shoulders with my palms, but they were out of reach.
Hall then said, “Hang on, I want to put on some music. Is that all right?”
“Sure,” I said. He went to my CD collection and perused the selection while I admired his handsome naked form. His hard cock was almost exactly perpendicular to his erect body. With his back turned to me, I had a chance to appreciate his fine V-shaped back, the muscles moving visibly beneath his skin as he lifted the occasional CD to see what songs were on it. I finally made myself leave this beautiful sight to return to the bathroom. I wanted to see what I now looked like.
When I got there, I found that my armpits were now exactly level with the counter. I rested my triceps on the surface and picked up a bar of soap, noticing how large it now seemed. Though half gone, it more than filled my hand. I stood on my toes to turn on the water and reached over the basin to wash my hands, just to see how it felt. Though almost entirely absorbed with my ever- diminishing size, still I marveled at how handsome and masculine my hands were. Their backs fairly thick with black hair, they were strong and well proportioned. I rinsed them under the warm water and already noticed that it was with increasing difficulty that I could reach the running water at all. Then, finally, turning off the water was impossible. It was out of reach. Where I had been able to rest my upper arms on the counter before, now it was too high.
I closed the toilet lid and used it as a step to get to the counter. First I turned off the water. Then, to my surprise, I found that I could stand on the bathroom counter and see my entire reflection in the mirror! I couldn’t have been more than three feet tall! From the living room came soft jazz music, and then Hall entered the bathroom.
“You’re quite a studmuffin, you know that?” he said, rubbing my butt. “Turn around.”
I did so, and found that while standing on the counter I was only slightly higher than he was. His head seemed huge to me. I was not just a short man; I was a small man. If I had become 50% smaller, then my head must be 50% smaller… and Hall’s would seem twice as large to me. He leaned forward to kiss me. We locked lips, and the experience was incredible. His huge mouth entirely engulfed my lips. With his huge tongue, he licked my thick mustache, then pried at my lips, inserting himself into my mouth.
Having his gigantic tongue in my mouth was bizarre and thrilling. With my own small tongue, I licked the underside of his, then licked its upper surface. But mine could not begin to approach his in surface area or volume. Indeed, when he inserted it all the way, his tongue reached to the back of my throat and nearly filled my mouth completely. It was as big as the biggest cock I’d ever sucked before, and it was flexible and strong. My shaft grew painful with the need for release.
“Let me fuck you, Hall,” I said. “I’m probably about the right size now that I’ll fit.”
That was probably true. When Hall sent me to the bathroom of the Gemini, he had made me six feet tall with a ten-inch cock—and that was when I was soft! I had probably been a foot long when that tourist paid me to suck me off.
Now, at less than half that height, my cock was of a more normal size: five or six inches. Hall said okay and turned his back to me. I realized the difficulty of the situation now, however. Standing on the counter, I was too high to fuck him, but on the floor I was too short. I realized that I would be about the right height if I stood on the toilet seat. So we moved over to it, and I gently inserted first my finger, then my thumb, into his ass. Satisfied that he was fairly relaxed, I slid my entire length into his waiting sphincter, which seemed to eat me up happily. Exercising the greatest discipline of which I had ever had need, I pumped in and out slowly, holding back the flood of come that wanted to burst forth. In and out, until I could hold back no longer. I squirted into Hall from behind and sighed audibly with relief from the release of the pain I had felt. Hall turned around and kissed me again. His mouth felt even larger than before. He said, “You’ll be hard soon and ready to go again, don’t worry.” It took me a moment to realize that he was not just making an observation, but using the Madagascar Charm. Now I had no choice. I would be hard again soon.
Hall put his hands under my armpits and lifted me off the toilet and set me on the floor. I was almost exactly at the level of his cock, which pointed straight at my face. It now seemed to be at least a foot long, and as big around as a soda can. There was no way I could take him into either my ass or my mouth. But I could at least suck on his head. I put my lips around it and rolled my tongue around its surface, spreading around the pre-come that had already begun to provide lubrication. I found that my tongue was almost small enough to insert into his slit. In another five or ten minutes, I’d be able to stick my tongue all the way in it.
I stopped licking for a moment to ask Hall, “Do you want to come now or wait?” I assumed that he (unlike me, now under the control of the charm) would not easily be able to come three times in one hour, and might want to hold this one out longer. But Hall said, between gasps of pleasure, “No… now… don’t stop….” I changed from licking to sucking, and very soon I felt his cock head suddenly grow hot and even thicker still, just before it filled my mouth with what felt like a quarter cup of semen. I gulped down each spasm hungrily, but it was almost more than I could handle. If I had been much smaller, I would have choked on the load.
We returned to the living room where jazz music was softly playing. Outside I could barely hear the usual car and pedestrian traffic of Chelsea. How different everything seemed now! At this point, I was so small I could not walk outside without looking like a freak of nature. I was not tall enough to reach my CD player or any of the CD’s above the second shelf. Hall’s dick, which I had just sucked off standing flat on my feet, now hung like a heavy pendulum over my head. When I stood facing Hall, all I saw were his lean brown thighs. Looking down I saw knees, calves, and bare feet. Far above my head rose his hard torso, wide chest, broad shoulders, and, finally, god-like face. He was looking down at me, mesmerized by my continuing transformation. For someone with a size fetish, I supposed, this must be the most thrilling sexual experience of his life.
It turned out I needn’t have worried about Hall being able to perform multiple times. Already he was growing hard again! He didn’t have a solid bone, but he was successfully resisting the tug of gravity. He rose now, somewhat rigid, at a 45-degree angle below the horizontal. I could walk between his legs without his cock or balls even touching my head.
“How tall am I now, Hall?” I asked. I wondered how much longer I would shrink. The thrill I felt was beginning to be mingled with fear. I trusted Hall entirely by now, and believed in his good intentions. But I couldn’t shake the instinctive fear that came from being next to a giant so tall that I only came up to his knees.
“I think you’re about two feet tall. It should be about twenty more minutes. I’m going to lie down so you can reach me better.”
“Thanks,” I said. He moved his colossal body swiftly to the center of my vast living room floor and lay flat on his back, putting his hands behind his head. I walked over to him, and as I walked, I noticed for the first time that my feet were still slightly out of proportion. He had made them a little bit large for me so that my shoes would not fall off when we were outside. Now, though they were surely only three or four inches long, they seemed big to me. I paused in my trek to twirl one large foot in the air and enjoy its heft.
Then I continued on the mountainous man that was my new friend Hall. He watched me keenly, and his dick obeyed his urges, becoming for a third time a stiff pole pointing toward the ceiling. I was so small now that it wasn’t easy for me just to step up onto Hall’s chest. I climbed onto the gently rising and falling platform and stood up slowly, maintaining my balance with some difficulty. The navel I had admired when it was at my eye-level now was big enough I could put my fist in it, and I did so. The surface of his skin seemed thicker now, and the thin hairs seemed more bristly. I walked up his abdomen to stand on his chest. It was a magnificent chest, I decided; a hero’s platform. His head was now a huge thing before me, and I took two more steps forward so I could reach his giant chin. I knelt and rested my arms on his chin and ran my hands over his lips, which now outsized them. He instinctively licked his lip, and the massive tongue seemed a huge and strong thing.
I decided I wanted to see his hands. “Let me see your hands, Hall,” I said. He gently reached to where a pillow lay on the floor and put it under his head to free his hands. He rested them at the bottom of his chest, palms towards me. How long had I been climbing around on his torso, enjoying the feel of his tan skin? It had seemed to be only a minute or two, yet I now realized with a shock that I must be less than a foot tall. Hall’s hands were mighty walls of flesh before me. I stepped cautiously up to his right hand and put my own hand on its thumb. Though I still was a muscle bound bodybuilder, his thumb was as long and as big around as my arm. I must repeat that I trusted Hall. Yet I was also terrified. My stomach was filled with butterflies. Here I was, next to a hand so large it could squeeze and crush me effortlessly. And even as I stood there, the hand appeared to grow.
For now, you see, at this height, each inch I lost was a more noticeable change for me. At five feet tall, a loss of one or two inches, while noticeable, was not a great change. But now, with each minute that passed, I lost a substantial proportion of my size. I moved to running my hands across Hall’s left index finger and found that I could actually see it rising higher and higher, first level with my waist… then my abdomen… then my chest. I must be almost finished shrinking now. And it was so. When I stopped shrinking, I felt it. The hand had been growing and growing, and then it stopped. The thumb I had just been awestruck by, as big as my arm, was now bigger than my legs, heavily muscled though they were.
In the distance between Hall’s hands, I saw his cock still towering. And now it truly seemed a tower. I approached it across the low hills of his abdomen, and as I neared, it seemed to rise higher and higher. At last I reached it. I could not get my arms around it, and its helmeted top was too high for me to reach. The shadow of Hall’s right hand fell on me as it descended upon me. I thought for a moment he was going to pick me up, but he didn’t do that, thankfully. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead, he pressed down upon the underside of his cock to lower it so that I could reach its head.
I had thought just a half-hour ago that I would soon be able to insert my tongue into Hall’s slit. Tongue! I was now able to insert my arm! It was a tight squeeze, especially when I reached my huge triceps and biceps, but I was able to do it. The pre-come that already oozed out from its depths lubricated my hand and arm and helped me along. The feeling was sensational. The flesh of the inside of Hall’s cock squeezed my arm tightly, yet I found I was able to wiggle my fingers. I slid my arm in and out and opened and closed my fist, fucking his dick with my right arm. It was easy to think of it as an animal with its own mind, utterly disconnected from Hall. After all, I couldn’t see Hall right now. All I saw was this eight-foot living pillar aiming its mouth at me, hungry to eat me up.
Hall spoke to me then, and his voice sounded like booming thunder: “HOLD ON, I’M GOING TO LET GO. GRIP ME WITH YOUR LEGS.”
It was impossible not to obey the commanding voice. I wrapped my legs around the massive creature and squeezed tight to hold on. For just a few seconds I hung there, one arm wrapped around the outside of the dick, the other inside, and both legs gripping the outside. Then, suddenly, Hall lifted his hand. Freed, the monster rose suddenly to its full height, taking me along with it. I gripped it tighter still with my legs and found myself grabbing the flesh of Hall’s foreskin with my left hand to remain steady. With my right arm, I resumed pumping in and out, fucking this pole with all the muscular power I had in that limb.
I heard deep cavernous moans behind me, and I knew Hall was about to explode. Sure enough, a moment later, while I was thrusting my arm in, it was suddenly pushed out by a veritable geyser of thick white juice that spewed high over my head before raining back down all around me and on me. I could not hold on with my right hand now, for it was too slick. Indeed, when a basketball-sized lump of come hit my left hand, I lost its grip on the foreskin. Finally, my legs got hit as well, and I slid down the pole to rest in the wiry bed of hair at its base. In the rising and falling of the ground beneath me, I felt Hall’s breathing slow. Then the giant tower above me began to collapse, spent, and at last it, too, lay down beside me as if going to sleep, exhausted after a long day.
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