My name is Lance, and I’m a 22-year-old college senior married to several husbands who love to feel bigger and stronger than me. I know that sounds weird, but it’s actually kind of fun. Even if my giants give me a hard time now and then, I know they want what’s best for me.
My black-haired 32-year-old muscle hunk Timber is raring to give me some trouble now. The first time I saw him, he was raring to swallow the Earth. He’s made progress.
We’re at home in the human size area of our mansion. The living room carpet is soft on my bare feet as I zip my backpack, getting ready afternoon classes at university.
I hear the front door open, and know it’s him by the sound he makes when he slams it shut.
I turn to greet him with a smile. “Welcome home! Sorry I’m heading out to class now.”
“Lance, have I told you that T-shirt looks good on you?” He walks toward me, grinning like a horn dog in love. “The way it hugs your pecs and waist is adorable, and sexy.”
The closer he gets, the more I crane my head upward to hold eye contact. My base height is 5’7, and he’s decided to make his 6’8 on this planet.
That means I’m always eye-level with his pecs, which are partly exposed, as usual.
He’s not a professor, but he does various jobs at the university. He wears a white dress shirt with a black tie and black slacks, but the dress shirt is always unbuttoned, and he never wears an undershirt.
Showing off your muscles is normal where he’s from.
He’d prefer to be shirtless all the time like Henry, but he views dressing like a porn star doing a workplace scene as his attempt to compromise with Earth’s professional customs while displaying his strength.
I really need to get to school on time today, so I choose not to look at the tie draped over his pecs and abs. I focus on his face.
Having a handsome husband is fun. And he’s super strong. No, don’t think those thoughts now!
Timber inches closer. It’s an invasion of personal space that only a husband can get away with. He gently holds my chin between his fingers. He smells like warmth.
Timber says, “Working on Earth is so tiring. Let’s do some size play.”
I place a hand on his wrist and try to push it away. It doesn’t budge for a moment, but he remembers his strength and pulls back.
“It’ll have to wait,” I say. “You’ve made me late too many times this semester as is.”
“I’ve already talked about you and Henry with your professors. They know size changers like us have needs that take priority sometimes.”
“Not today.” I turn around and grab my backpack, but before I can swing it onto my back, Timber embraces me from behind.
“Your head fits perfectly against my chest,” he says.”
“Cut it out Timber.”
He leans down and puts his mouth near my ear. “How low do I have to go before you say yes?”
“Timber, on Earth people have to—ah!” He puts his tongue in my ear, then nibbles at my ear lobe.
I push my hand against his head. It doesn’t move, and his assault on my ear continues. “You jerk,” I say, “don’t hit my weak spots!”
Timber gets on his knees. I turn around and see him do his typical puppy eye routine. “Please, Lance? I can’t help that I love you.”
“Is someone at school teaching you how to guilt trip? I thought Planet Superior was all about might makes right.”
“These shorts look good on you too, but I wish you’d wear something tighter. Cargo shorts have too many pockets.”
“Complaining about my clothes won’t get you what you want!”
He wraps one arm around me, rests his head on my stomach, slides his other hand up my T-shirt.
I struggle to no avail. “Idiot, stop that.”
“I love feeling your abs. They’re not as strong as mine, but we both like it that way. Henry’s not as strong as me either.”
“Timber, you’re going to make me go into small space if…” I wince in pleasure when he tweaks my nipple.
“I’ve felt myself going into big space since noon today,” he says. “We have to take care of each other, husband. I work so hard to protect your planet, and you work too. Please, let’s enjoy some size play before I lose lucidity.”
His eyes are genuine and needing. They remind me of when we first met. I let my guard down and pat him on the head.
“Alright. You deserve to relax after a hard day’s work. But don’t—”
He stands up and puts both hands on my shoulders. In a flash, his countenance changes from puppy dog to borderline predator.
“Don’t what? I’m the boss, here.” He looks my square in the eyes.
I gulp. “Don’t get my clothes dirty.”
He moves his face closer to mine. I feel he breath on my skin. “Huh? Since when does a pipsqueak like you order me around?”
His playful dominance triggers my shrinking instincts. My size begins to diminish as he firmly clutches my shoulders.
Ordinary people would be afraid in this scenario, but for size changers like us it’s a healthy way to experience the rush of power difference we instinctively crave.
Timber smirks. “Your clothes shrink with you. That’s one more thing I like about you.”
I gesture to take off my T-shirt.
“No,” Timber says. “Leave it on. When I’m finished with you, every fiber of your sexy shirt and cargo shorts will be drenched in my odor. And you’ll go to school like that, pungent and unmistakably mine.”
“Timber, in Earth culture you can’t smell like…” I look down and palm his bulge.
“Earth culture has to change one way or the other. That’s why I work so hard to teach your planet about size powers, and how to stay on Superior’s good side.”
My eyes are level with his upper abs now, but I don’t want to miss out on his pecs. I pull at his tie and get on my tip toes to reach his nipple and give it a lick. He sharply sucks in a breath.
Timber gently holds the back of my head. As I shrink further, I transition to licking his abs.
Timber coos in approval. “That’s right small fry, let your instincts take over. It’s what husbands are for.”
“You’re not as dangerous as you used to be, but you’re still a jerk, you know?”
“Only with you, because I know you like it, short stuff.”
“Where do you learn these Earth phrases?” I tongue his belly button and he gently scratches my head.
“From your classmates.”
“I still need to go to school soon...”
“I’ll carry you in my shirt pocket. No, in my boxer briefs.”
I’m eye level with his bulge now. I unzip it and bask in the warmth and aroma of his tent. As my lucidity wanes, I view his red underwear as a home instead of a piece of clothing.
“I wish I could live in your underwear.” I say as I rub my face against his growing tent.
“That wouldn’t be fair to Henry. He would miss you, and he doesn’t like it when I use my powers to make him small. Only shrinkers like you enjoy being small and vulnerable.”
Timber sighs. “But Henry’s not here now, so we’ll have to enjoy our size difference one-on-one for now, husband.” He undoes his belt and unbuttons his slacks.
Timber leans down and picks me up. “I can’t wait for you to self-shrink any longer.” A gentle red aura appears around him, and I swiftly shrink down to one inch.
Even after consenting, a hint of pride stays with me. “You bully. If you put me in there, I’ll reek all day. Cut it out.”
“Why would I stop when I know you love it when I playfully bully you?”
He squeezes me tight enough to show his dominance without hurting me. I struggle.
“That’s right, struggle for me, little guy. You know how much it turns me on.”
“I’ll lose my lucidity if you…”
“You don’t need to be lucid when you have a big strong husband from Superior to protect you.”
“You’re too big and strong, not to mention an idiot. I’m the one protected the Earth when you almost swallowed it.”
I see a twinge of pain in his eyes.
“Sorry,” I say. “I went too far.”
Timber regains his composure and lifts me up to his face in one hand. “You’re right. I was a monster who ate planets for breakfast. You’re the hero who saved me from my days trapped in zero-lucidity big space. And you saved your planet.”
I hug his giant nose. “I have to keep the planet safe by making sure you don’t go berserk again. But it’s not a burden, so don’t feel bad. I’m hard to talk to sometimes.”
“I forgot myself and destroyed thousands of planets. Most Earthlings can barely hide how terrified I make them feel. And when I vouched for Earth’s safety, I became Superior’s biggest embarrassment.”
“And what about me?”
Timber paused. “You’re a small fry who makes me happy.”
“You make me happy too,” I reply. “And even though you’re a jerk sometimes, you balance out Henry’s clinginess.”
Timber’s attention goes back into the size play session. “A small fry like you belongs in my stomach, but for now I’ll stick you in my boxer briefs.”
“Timber, wait—“
He opens the waistband of his underwear and gently drops me inside. It’s musky and a bit too warm, but I like it that way. I look up and his smiling face, and with a snapping sound I’m plunged into darkness as he releases the waistband.
In the darkness, feel him lovingly palm his bulge. He uses his index finger to wrestle with me from the outside, and I joyously struggle against his overwhelming strength.
“That’s right, struggle with all your might, small fry,” he says. “The sensation of your weak and tiny body against my—“
The doorbell rings.
Timber zips and buckles his slacks. The mix of his precum, sweat, and natural odor drench my clothes from every angle, but he barely pays attention as he walks to the door.
His dick lurches as I give it hugs and kisses. He’s never bothered to hide a boner from anyone, and this isn’t the first time he’s lovingly held me captive in his bulge while he attends to other matters.
If Henry were at the door, they’d fight for dominance until I tell Timber to be nice to his other husband. But Henry wouldn’t need to ring the doorbell.
After Timber opens the door, I hear a familiar voice, but I’m too lost in small space to care.
Timber palms his bulge as if to say stop. “Lance, you have to come out now. You might not get a chance to go to school today.”
