[This story takes place in the same universe as my Symptomatic Story. For some context, you may want to read that one first]

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It had been almost an entire week now since Greg first ended up in this awful situation.

It had been like any other typical day at Greg's office. The twenty-something year old had just been finishing up some paperwork at his desk when he began to experience an unexpected bought of extreme wooziness. He tried to ignore it at first and continue on with working, but the symptoms only continued to worsen with each passing second. By the time he began to consider if something might actually be seriously wrong with him, he was already starting to slip out of consciousness.

When he eventually awoke moments later, the young man was horrified to discover that the entire world had expanded dramatically around him. In actuality though, it was really the exact opposite. He had shrunk down to a mere inch and a half, or roughly the height of a golfball.

All his clothes had fallen off, leaving him trapped and alone atop his office chair. All he could do was cry out for help as he attempted to cover his bare body with the enormous collar of his now discarded dress shirt.

Thankfully though for Greg, he was almost immediately found by a fellow coworker after a few people in the office began to question his disappearance.

While Greg had been incredibly thankful that a potential tragedy had been seemingly averted, the whole fiasco that immediately followed still ended up being quite an ordeal for the little guy.

After being rescued, Greg was swiftly sent off to a national lab where he spent the following week undergoing extensive monitoring and testing. While there, he met a number of other miniaturized individuals who were more or less in the same boat as him - Each with their own harrowing experience that they all seemed more than willing to share with one another.

There was one woman there who'd passed out while shopping at her local grocery market. She almost immediately found herself fleeing for her life just to avoid getting stepped on by other shoppers. She was luckily rescued by a random employee who just happened to spot her while sweeping the floors.

One man began to shrink on his living room recliner while watching TV. This led to him nearly being smothered to death after his teenage son unknowingly sat on him shortly after.

Another man had been out for a run in the park when he passed out. He awoke moments later in the hand of a curious eight year old. The boy had apparently promised to go find help for him, but ended up keeping the poor little man hidden away in his bedroom like a pet until his parents eventually discovered his secret.

All things considered, everyone that had made it to the lab considered themselves extremely lucky, especially given the circumstances. It was clear that not everyone who'd been inflicted with this awful virus had received a happy ending. For every person saved, there were just as many horror stories on the news about people randomly going missing and never being found. Greg specifically recalled hearing about a local high school student who had vanished without a trace a few months back.

Disturbingly, police were forced to start adopting new protocols when investigating missing peoples - things like swabbing the soles of people's shoes for testing and checking the excrement of missing people's pets. There were also some sinister rumors going around about widespread trafficking of these little people (or 'tinies' as some have begun to casually refer to them as) - no one was really sure about the full extent of this though.

While being monitored, Greg and the others were constantly reassured by their scientific caretakers that labs across the world were working their hardest to develop a cure to reverse the miniaturization, but the proposed time window seemed to vary from months to possibly even years.

After being medically cleared and confirmed to not be contagious, Greg was given a choice to either stay at the lab, or be released into a family/relative's care.

While Greg knew that it would be easier for him to just stay and wait it out, he, along with everyone else being cared for at the facility, were beginning to develop serious cases of cabin fever. Living at the lab wasn't all that bad at first, but eventually, Greg was starting to feel less like a human and more like a test animal.

Just the thought of being stuck in this sterile, windowless laboratory for potentially an entire year or more was really beginning to wig him out. Above all else, he just wanted to return to some sense of normalcy while he waited for a cure to be developed.

Greg had a few distant cousins he could call, but that was really it. He wasn't particularly close with most of them, but he had always kept in touch for birthday parties and other yearly get-togethers.

Unfortunately, the first two calls he made ended up falling through. In each case, there were some unexpected factors that wouldn't allow the arrangement to work out. Ultimately though, it was Greg's cousin John who stepped forward and volunteered to look after him – This came as an enormous relief for Greg, as John had been his first choice by a wide margin.

This actually wasn't the first time John had been there for Greg during his time of need. Greg had temporarily lived with John for a brief period after his parent's untimely passing a few years back. Greg lived with him long enough to finish up high school and figure out what he wanted to do with his life. At the time, John had been married and had a younger son named Zach.

A few important details still needed to get ironed out before anything was finalized, but eventually, Greg's discharge date from the lab was set.

When the day eventually arrived for John to pick Greg up, the facility was kind enough to lend out a specially made containment/living unit. The lab techs called them 'pods'.

Each pod had a sleek white design with a transparent glass window on the front side. They were a bit larger than the average size of a typical cat carrier.

On the inside was everything Greg could possibly need to survive on his own, granting him a slight semblance of independence. It had it's own specially made toilet and internal waste management system. It was also stocked with a large storage of small freezable food packets for Greg to heat up and eat at his leisure. Just a single handheld roll of the stuff was enough to feed Greg for over a whole year.

But possibly the most important feature was a specially made microphone. Unsurprisingly, the communication barrier with tinies was one of the very first major challenges that scientists and healthcare workers needed to overcome when the pandemic began. The first and most obvious solution was to create a special microphone capable of amplifying and projecting a tiny's voice through a speaker. There was also a text-based system in the works, but it was still in its prototype stage.

After signing off on a bunch of paper work, Greg was officially released into John's care.

Taking advantage of the long ride home, the two men used the time to catch up with each other. Greg fully recounted his story and answered a whole host of questions that his cousin had prepared for him. It was a bit odd for John at first to be having a conversation with this white carrier in his passengers seat, but he quickly got used to it after only a few minutes of talking.

Greg was genuinely surprised to learn that John had actually gotten divorced with his wife a few years prior and was currently living alone with his now teenage son.

After arriving at the house, John carefully set up the pod in the living room on a stand behind the couch so that Greg had a view of the television.

Once everything was properly set up, John sat down on the couch and the two continued their conversation. They spent another hour just talking and discussing all the various implications of the pandemic. John mentioned how he and other nurses all over the world were recently being required to undergo all new training in order to learn how to properly care for tinies. This one one of the primary reasons that John had been a perfect fit for being Greg's temporary caretaker.

The conversation continued on until they were both interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

“Daaad, I'm home~” A young, adolescent male voice casually called out.

Greg could feel the thudding vibrations of incoming footsteps as the unseen boy entered into the living room.

“...Woah...what's that thing??..........oh....wait.... is that HIM???” Though Greg still couldn't see the boy, he could immediately detect a level of excitement in the sophomore's voice.

The footsteps hurried towards the front of the couch before Zach's enormous young face suddenly bounded into view just outside Greg's window to the outside world.

Zach had messy, wavy brown hair that dangled just above his light brown eyes.

“Woaaaaahh!!....” The teen's face adopted an expression of pure awe as his gaze fell on the tiny man inside the strange container.

The sudden introduction of Zach's young, enthusiastic energy unintentionally caused the hairs on the back of Greg's neck to stand up.

The last time he'd seen Zach, the kid had only been about ten or eleven years old. The boy's face had clearly matured since then and he'd traded in his high-pitched kid-voice for a deeper, teenage one – the booming frequency of which actually caused the glass barrier between them to vibrate.

“H-hey there Zach, long time no see!” Greg spoke into the microphone while waving up at the gigantic highschooler.

It had been a while since Greg had any sort of face-to-face interaction with a teenager, and at his current size, it was unexpectedly jarring – Zach's beaming, energized presence was a stark contrast when compared with his far more calm and reserved father.

“Damn... I knew that this sort of thing was happening to people, but actually seeing it with my own eyes like this is just so damn surreal...” Zach muttered in disbelief as he leaned his face in closer, causing a fog to appear over the glass.

“haha, yeah just imagine how I feel, bud...” Greg added, speaking into the microphone. The comment apparently got a big smile out of the teen.

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The first few days of his new accommodations went smoothly enough. Both John and Zach were particularly welcoming and helpful, perhaps even overly so. One was almost always nearby and asking if there was anything Greg needed.

Thankfully for Greg's sanity though, the near constant peppering of questions steadily began to die down after about the second week. Both the father and son were slowly starting to realize that Greg didn't actually require constant maintenance as they likely initially believed.

Day after day, Greg would keep his eye on the news, waiting patiently for a breakthrough cure to be announced.

This trend seemed to continue as another week went by. By the following month, Greg's interactions with the father and son had dwindled down to about once or twice a day. John always made an effort to walk over and greet Greg when he got home from work, just making sure everything was still copacetic. After a while though, Zach had started to mostly sidestep Greg's presence entirely, instead just opting to head straight to his room after school.

Greg didn't particularly mind this though. He knew that Zach was just a teenager after all. The novelty of having a little person living in your home was bound to lose its wow-factor eventually. Also, it wasn't like the two seemed to actually have anything in common.

Another month passed, but no news of any potential vaccine breakthrough. Though it had been Greg's decision to leave the lab, he was really starting to miss being able to socialize with other people his own size. John was almost always working, and his interactions with Zach were becoming rarer by the day.

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On one random night, totally out of the blue, John took a seat on the couch and approached Greg with a proposal. He went on to explain that he and a few of his colleagues were planning on going away on retreat at the end of the week. He wanted to gauge how comfortable Greg would be with having Zach look after him during the week that followed.

Greg was initially a little bit hesitant with the idea, but at the same time, it wasn't like he'd really been depending on either of them much at all these days. The only thing he actually needed help with was the occasional waste container replacement and water replenishment - both of which were more of a bi-weekly thing anyways. He also still had eight months of food at his disposal.

After giving it a bit more thought, Greg ultimately gave John the go ahead. He felt like he'd known Zach long enough to not have any major concerns. Besides, he sort of doubted that a week without John around would be all that much different from any of the previous ones.

John tasked his son with simply just checking up on Greg any time before and after school. John also left his son a notepad with a short list of things related to pod maintenance, just in case he needed to replace or remove anything.

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Eventually the morning of John's departure arrived. He had one last conversation with Greg, just to be sure everything was squared away before heading out. John made sure to ask one last time if Greg was really comfortable with the temporary arrangement, but Greg once again reassured him that it was fine.

After one last goodbye, John closed the door behind him, leaving both the house and Greg's care in his son's hands

----.

The morning and afternoon that followed were business as usual, it was a boring day-to-day life, but Greg had mostly gotten used to it. It was ultimately the prospect of a cure eventually being announced that kept him sane through the mundanity of it all.

Before Greg knew it, 2:30 came around, which was always signaled by the sound of Zach's keys jingling at the door. He listened as the boy made his usual sounds, dropping his backpack, kicking off his shoes, followed by him ascending the stair case.

This time though, the usual routine took an unexpected deviation. It sounded like the teen had paused midway up the stairs for a moment, only to suddenly turn around and begin heading back down.

The pod began to tremble in response to Zach's approaching footsteps. There was another pause, followed by something even more unexpected. Greg nearly fell off his bed as the entire pod was abruptly rotated 180 degrees.

Greg's view of the TV became a sideways blur before being replaced by Zach's familiar young face.

“Uh hey... hope you don't mind, but I was thinking about maybe moving you up to my room this week. Just seems more convenient that way...you know?”

Greg was taken off guard by the sudden proposal. He quickly hurried over to the microphone to respond.

“...W-wait what? Uh.. well...I'm not sure if- ” Greg began to express his hesitancy with the idea.

“Trust me, I left open a perfect spot for you on my desk. You'll fit right in.” Zach dismissively replied as he reached down and pulled the pod's plug, causing the soft electronic whirring noise within to go quiet.

“H-hey...! wai-”

Greg wasn't given any time to brace himself as Zach began to casually reach around the containment and lift it up into his arms. The inside of the pod tilted forward, causing everything inside to go dark as the teen pressed the window up flat against his abdomen.

“W-woah! Hey!!! Zach! Be careful bud!!” Greg yelled after sliding off the mic platform and falling up against the glass.

The swaying motion that followed made it nearly impossible for Greg to get his footing, especially as the teen began to trudge back up the stairs.

Upon entering his room, Zach headed straight towards his desk, which was right across the room from his bed.

The whole inside of the tank shuttered violently as the teen plopped it down with a heavy thud.

Greg groaned as he finally got back onto his feet. He knew the kid probably didn't mean it, but he almost really got hurt just now.

Though he had been living in John's house for almost three months, this was the first time Greg had actually seen the inside of Zach's room. It was exactly how one would imagine a typical teenage boy's room would look. Some discarded clothing on the floors, posters on the wall, and generally just a lot of clutter.

“There, perfect~” Zach sounded pleased with himself as he backed away from the desk to get a better look at the pod's placement among his stuff.

“This way I don't gotta worry about forgetting to check up on you.” Zach explained with big smile. Due to the relatively low height of the desk, the sophmore now had to kneel down to be at eye-level with the pod's window.

Greg began walking up to the mic once more. He definitely had some words to say about all this. Not only did Zach decide to move him without his permission, but his recklessness nearly ended up getting him hurt.

“Oh wait, I forgot to plug it in” Zach suddenly realized.

The teen proceeded to reach around the back of the pod, snaking the AC wire down the back of his desk and into his over-loaded surge protector on the floor.

Upon being plugged in, electronic humming of the pod resumed, but this was almost immediately proceeded by a bright flickering flash and a loud electrical pop that sent the tank right back into darkness.

Greg, who was clearly alarmed by the ominous pop hurried up to the mic and began to speak

“Zach?? Zach...can you hear me?? Hello?? Zach?!!??” Greg began tapping on the dead mic to no avail.

Having expected to hear the little guys voice again after returning the power, Zach quickly concluding that something seemed to have gone wrong.

“Ah fuck...” Zach sighed as he grabbed the notepad that his father had left him.

The frazzled teen scanned down the list, but saw nothing about fixing power issues.
He considered just calling up his dad and asking about it, but a part of him didn't really want to admit that he might have already broken something on the very first day that he was supposed to be taking care of this.

Greg felt a spike of anxiety at the very thought of being unable to communicate, unable to voice his opinion, or warn Zach if anything was wrong.

After a quick brainstorm, Zach came up with a rather primitive solution.

“Alright well, uh.....until I figure out how to fix that... uh.........Oh! I know!..” Zach proceeded to rip off a blank sheet of paper from the notepad and broke a small piece of granite off the tip of one of his pencils.

The sophomore carefully folded the paper around the granite and roughly slid it through a thin slot on the bottom left side of the pod.

“For now, if you need anything, just write it down kay?” Zach seemed proud of his solution despite knowing that he'd likely caused the initial problem in the first place.

Greg struggled to pull the folded wad of paper fully inside, the square was almost as big as his bed.

“Alright cool. I'm gonna head out with my friends for a bit. I'll be back later tonight kay? Cya” Zach quickly explained before standing back up and turning away from the tank.

“Wait! Zach hold on!” Greg called out as he watched the teen casually head out of his room with his phone in hand.

Greg didn't notice it at first, but it was steadily becoming more apparent that the scent of Zach's room was beginning to seep in to the tank. Before long, the much less offensive living room air was completely replaced by Zach's adolescent odor.

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In preparation for the teen's return, Greg awkwardly scrawled out a message for the boy on the large piece of paper. After he was done, he shoved it back through the slot in hopes that Zach would notice it.

Zach eventually returned at around 11pm. Much to Greg's displeasure though, the teen's eyes were totally glued to his phone again as he entered the room, not even taking a moment to even glance over towards the desk.

Greg began to bang on the glass and yell out, but none of his puny noises seemed to even register to the normal-sized highschooler.

Zach eventually began casually undressing himself to go take a quick shower, but ended up stopping just short of dropping his boxers when he remembered that he wasn't actually alone in the room.

“Ohh fuckkk! Sorry about that! Haha, I totally forgot I'd brought you up here for a sec...” Zach's face reddened at the thought of nearly exposing himself in front of the little guy.

It was then that Zach caught site of the white paper peeking out of the bottom slit of the tank.

“Oh wait, did you write something??” The boy walked over and pulled out the wad.

Zach's eyes skimmed over the message. It was a bit hard to decipher, but he got the overall gist of it.

Greg was essentially asking if he could please return him back to the living room and call his father about the power issue that the tank was experiencing.

“Ehh, I might give him a call tomorrow, but it's already way too late tonight, dude...” Zach replied rather dismissively before stuffing the paper back into the tank and turning away. He entirely sidestepped addressing Greg's desire to be returned downstairs.

Greg couldn't believe that the kid had just shrugged him off like that. It was becoming increasingly apparent that Zach wasn't taking his responsibility seriously at all.

There wasn't any further interaction between the two for the remainder of the night. Zach had gone off and taken his shower. When he returned, he was already dressed in a pair of pj bottoms and a tee shirt.

Though Greg continued attempting to resume communication, the bedroom lights eventually turned off and Zach crawled into bed. With nothing else he could do about the situation, Greg decided to follow suit and just try again in the morning.

Greg had nearly fallen asleep when a new light began shining from across the room. Upon sitting up and turning his head, he discovered that the light was coming from Zach's smartphone. The teen was scrolling over the screen with his thumb as he laid back in bed.

Greg didn't think anything of it at first, instead just opting to turn back over and ignore it. However, it wasn't very long after this that a rather questionable noise began to fill the room.

The tiny man turned back over, hoping that the uncomfortably familiar noise wasn't what he thought it was. Unfortunately, all it took was a single glance for him to confirm his suspicions.

Zach had at least been considerate enough to prop a pillow up against the side of his hip to hide what he was doing. However, the sophomore clearly wasn't taking into account the revealing shadow being cast on the wall adjacent to him.

Greg found it difficult to look away from the lewd shadow theater. Zach's hand could clearly be seen pumping away at the prominent silhouette of his bobbing erection.

The fact that he was even witnessing this made Greg incredibly uncomfortable. He knew full well that he was dealing with a hormonal highschooler, but the kid still could have easily taken care of this privately while he was still in the shower.

Though it was apparent that the boy was at least attempting to be discreet about it, he ended up letting slip a rather loud, shameless grunt as he began climaxing all over his bare torso.

“Fucking hell kid.......” Greg was visibly cringing as he finally turned himself away from the shamelessly erotic display.

The phone's light turned off shortly afterwards, followed by the sound of Zach's obnoxious snoring.

The following two days were much of the same. Zach left for school, came home for a bit, left to hang out with his friends, returned, took a shower, jerked off in bed before falling asleep.

Greg only ended up writing one other message for Zach. It was just a simple request for him to leave his tv on before he left for school. The sophomore left it on the first morning, but ended up completely forgetting to do it the following day. Greg attempted banging against the glass to remind him, but the obvious teen didn't even look his way.

Making matters worse, Zach seemed to be getting less and less concerned about being indecent around Greg. After the second day, the teen no longer displayed any qualms about dropping his towel after his shower and walking around his room completely nude.

By the forth night, he wasn't even remembering to prop up his pillow anymore when he masturbated.

This all obviously made Greg increasingly uncomfortable. He wasn't sure if Zach was simply just forgetting about him, or perhaps he just didn't give a shit anymore.

Regardless of reason, Greg had no intention of calling attention to it. The situation was awkward enough already.

Greg's week with Zach had certainly come with few annoying hiccups, but at the end of each day, he still knew that it was all temporary. Not just this week, but the whole experience of being tiny in general. All he could do was stay patient and bare with it for now.

Besides, everything had been mostly tolerable enough to deal with......well..... until friday afternoon came around....

Greg was in the middle of an afternoon nap when he was awoken to the sound of the front door opening along with his teenage cousin's voice. He first assumed that the highschooler was talking with someone on his phone, but then he heard a second male voice start to speak.

“Wait..what??” Greg felt a pang of anxiety as two sets of footsteps began to loudly ascend the stairs. Before the man was given any time to compose himself, the bedroom door swung open. Zach entered along with another boy who appeared to be around the same age.

The unknown boy scanned across the room until his eyes locked on to the pod sitting on the table to the left.

Greg felt his stomach flip as the boy's footsteps hurried over to the front of the tank, predictably causing it to tremble.

A shadow fell over Greg as the unknown boyish face leaned up to the glass to get a closer look at the miniaturized man inside.

“Holy FUCK....I can't fucking believe this!! You really DO have a tiny!” The the young teen loudly exclaimed

Ryan was also fifteen but a few months younger than Zach. He had messy, medium length brown hair and light green eyes. He had on an orange zip up hoodie and was wearing navy blue sweatpants. He appeared to be an inch or two shorter than Zach.

“See dude?? Told you I wasn't screwing with you~” Zach walked over and kneeled down next to his friend.

Greg felt like a deer in headlights as he became the focus of the two adolescent giants.

“Fuck man, how long have you had this guy?? and why didn't tell me about this earlier?!..” Ryan muttered in total shock.

“Like I said before. I'm technically not supposed to be telling ANYONE about this. The only reason I'm showing you is because you never shut up about tinies whenever anyone brings them up at school.

“Oh... right haha, I guess I do that a lot huh?.....” Greg wasn't sure if Zach noticed, but he was positive that the boy's face was starting to redden as he gazed down on him. The expression on his face just seemed... strange.

“But seriously though dude, like I mentioned before, NO ONE else can know about this, okay? This stays between you and me, alright??” Zach reiterated with a dead serious tone.

“Oh, no worries man. Your secret is safe with me~” Ryan promised as he flashed a friendly smile towards the captive tiny, revealing a shiny pair of braces adorning his teeth.

Zach turned his attention towards Greg, who had clearly been caught off guard by his friend's unexpected arrival.

“Don't worry, Ryan is cool. We've been friends since we were kids” Zach assured.

Greg still couldn't believe that Zach had actually thought it was okay to invite someone over without even considering to ask him first. Especially after his dad made it clear that he wasn't allowed to have friends over while Greg was staying there.

“So like... you take care of him every day?” Ryan pondered aloud as his eyes remained transfixed on the 1 ½ inch tall man.

“Well, I'm sort of just looking after him this week while my dad is away. All I really gotta do is keep an eye on him. He leaves me notes sometimes whenever he needs anything. It's not a big deal.”

Greg felt further discouraged by the way Zach was speaking about him, as if he were just some pet that he had been told to look after.

“Notes?” Ryan questioned.

“Oh yeah, well... he used to be able to talk through a microphone, but it hasn't been working since I carried him up here.. I think I might have accidentally broke it or something...”

“Oh, damn. That sucks~..” Ryan replied sarcastically towards the tiny man

Greg wasn't pleased with any of this. The conversation between the two boys was dripping with condescension. They weren't showing him even the slightest glimmer of respect. The fact that Greg couldn't freely communicate with either of them definitely wasn't helping.

That aside though, Greg had only been in Ryan's presence for only a few minutes, but he could already sense that there was definitely something off about him. He had a cute face, but it just seemed like there was something else going on behind his friendly demeanor.

“Hey... would it be cool if I took him out and held him??” Ryan suddenly asked with a big optimistic smile.

“Wait .. WHAT? NO!” Greg yelled out loudly in immediate protest.

“Errr.... my dad told me we're not supposed to do that unless it's an emergency. I think you have to be medically certified or something.”

Greg sighed with relief upon hearing Zach's surprisingly mature response.

“aww maaaann...” Ryan grumbled.

“Hey, did you want a soda or something? I got a bunch in the fridge” Zach asked

“Oh..yeah sure! Thanks!” Ryan replied

Greg had still been praying that he was wrong about this kid, but the moment Greg stepped out of the room, Ryan's expression towards him completely changed.

“Fuuuuuck~...I can't believe that dumbass didn't tell me about this until now..... a real, actual tiny~ holy shiiiiit!!.........” Ryan quietly exclaimed with a level of excitement that he'd clearly been suppressing until now. As he spoke, his words sounded oddly pained.

The boy proceeded to quickly fetch out his phone from his pocket and began taking pictures of the little guy through the glass window.

“Fuuuuck~ My buds online are gonna flip when they see you~” Ryan muttered as he immediately started posting the newly taken pictures on some sketchy discord channel.

There was a deeply uncomfortable moment of silence after Ryan put away his phone and returned his gaze towards Greg.

“Hey little guy....wanna see something neat?” Ryan suddenly inquired before glancing over his shoulder to confirm that Zach was still away.

Greg watched on with growing concern as the boy stood up back up to his full height. He then proceeded to lift up the hem of his orange hoodie directly in front of the tank.

There, bulging across the front of his navy blue sweatpants was an enormous boner shaped bulge.

Greg was completely stunned, unable to even process what he was currently seeing.

Immediately making matters worse, the boy proceeded to lean in, pressing his junk up against the window - kneading the full impression of his cock and balls up and down the tempered glass. The sound of the boy's shameless whimpers could be heard bellowing from up above.

The pod shifted backwards a bit and started to audibly groan as Ryan pressed in closer, stimulating his rod further and causing it to visibly harden and twitch with excitement.

“W-well, what do you think..? I bet I must look fucking HUGE to a little puny guy like you, huh??” The teen teasingly muttered as he began gyrating his hips, knowing full well how freaked out the little guy probably was. After all, his boner appeared many times more massive than Greg's entire body.

“Maybe...... I should give you a closer look...”

Greg felt overcome with panic as he heard Ryan attempting to forcefully pry open the top of his pod.

All the while, the boy's phone was beginning to blow up with notification noises, likely in response to the images he'd just posted.

Thankfully, Ryan immediately stopped what he was doing the moment he heard Zach heading back up the stairs.

“Ah..fuck...” Ryan grumpily whispered before quickly lowering the hem of his hoodie back down to conceal his boner.

“We only got grape soda, that's fine right??” Zach asked as he casually walked through the doorway.

“Y-yeah sure! Thanks dude!” Ryan readily accepted the can.

Meanwhile, inside the tank, Greg was still in a state of paralysis. Almost as if the trauma of what he had just experienced still hadn't fully set in..

“So, what do you think? Is seeing a tiny as cool as you thought I'd be??” Zach asked before cracking open his can of soda and taking a sip.

“Oh h-hell yeah dude~ I owe you big time~” Ryan's voice was still clearly pained as he discreetly readjusted the position of his stiffened rod through the pouch of his hoodie.

“Just warning you though, this is the only chance you're gonna get to see him. You can't come back over here once dad gets back home, alright?.” Zach warned.

Greg was hardly even listening at this point. The younger teenager's previous comment about granting him 'a closer look' was still ringing clearly through his ears. Though he wanted to just dismiss it as a sick joke, the disturbing mental imagery implied by those words had painted a rather horrifying picture in his head.

“Gotcha.... I guess I'll just have to make the most out of this chance while I can, huh?~...” Ryan replied before sending a chilling glance towards Greg.

Snapping out of his trance, Greg finally ran up to the glass and began wildly beating his fists against the transparent wall, frantically trying to alert Zach about what had just happened in his absence.

Unfortunately, the two teens had already turned their attention away from the pod and began talking about something that happened earlier in the day at school.

After realizing that he wouldn't be getting Zach's immediate attention, Greg hurried over to the paper and began to scrawl out a warning message as big and bold as possible.

After finishing, Greg carried the message over to the glass where he awkwardly lifted it up in place, sliding it from side to side to more easily get the older teen's attention.

After about five minutes of trying, Greg's arms were beginning to hurt. Just as it was starting to seem like his efforts were in vain, it finally ended up paying off. Zach was in the middle of sipping from his can of soda when the movement of the white paper finally managed to catch his eye.

“Oh wait dude. I think our little friend has a message..” Zach stated as he placed down his soda and began to stand up

“Relax, I'll check it out.” Ryan interjected, quickly standing up and walking over.

“Alright cool, thanks man~.” Zach spoke before turning his attention towards his phone.

“WAIT NO!! Zach!!” Greg cried out as Ryan approached the pod, completely obscuring his view of Zach and eclipsing him in shadow.

“Hey dude, how do you open this thing??” Ryan muttered. The teen's eyes appeared to be glimmering with malevolence.

“Huh? Oh, I think the notepad said something about a small silver button on the lower left side. I haven't actually had to open it yet though.” Zach muttered thoughtlessly, clearly more focused on a text he just received.

“Oh cool~” Ryan replied as he began skimming his hand over the side of the pod. Upon discovering the button's location, the teen eagerly extended his finger over it.

“Zach NO!!!!!” Greg screamed

Greg looked upwards with dread as the top hatch of the pod popped open.

He watched helplessly as a teenage hand began lowering down into his safe haven. As it came closer, it became clear that its target wasn't the piece of paper...

Greg frantically attempted to run, but it was a hopeless effort. The giant fingers closed around him, carefully plucking him up into the air before being swiftly removing him from the pod.

He was immediately carried directly in front of Ryan's young, sinister face.

This was the first time since he became small that anyone had handled him so casually, without any concern for his safety. It was also the first time he'd been this close to a 'normal' sized person's face.

"Gotcha~" Ryan whispered

Greg shrieked as the kid opened his enormous mouth in front of him, extending out his tongue and lapping over him with a long, slimy lick. The size of the boy's tongue completely caught Greg off guard – it was enormous. Towards the end of the lick, he caught an unsettling glimpse of the inside of the kid's gaping, dripping mouth. Upon seeing the ominous black void awaiting just below the glistening uvula, it instantly occurred to him how easily he could pass through it at his current size.

Just the notion that he could actually be eaten in this situation caused Greg to begin flailing around in horror.

Amused and aroused by the tiny man's terrified reaction to the lick, Ryan proceeded to lower him down the length of his torso towards his waistband.

The young teen was but a mere moment away from stretching open the front of his sweatpants when Zach suddenly spoke up.

“What did he write dude??” Zach muttered

Ryan grumbled before reluctantly returning the little guy back into the pod.

Greg was dropped atop his miniaturized bed with an unceremonious plop.

Ryan snatched up the piece of paper and popped the lid of the pod back closed.

“All he wrote was 'soda' ” Ryan lied as he crumpled up Greg's actual message in his fist and tossed it in the trash.

“Wah? You know you're not supposed to have normal-sized food dude~ Even my dad said so” Zach replied.

“Aww, sorry little guy. Maybe next time~.” Ryan flashed a gleaming smirk.

“Come on man, I want to show you this new game I got” Zach called his friend over

“Oh cool. Lets check it out~”

Greg was shaking. Never in his life had he ever felt so helpless, so vulnerable, so exploited. A part of him wanted to continue trying to get Zach's attention, but he knew that Ryan would likely just continue taking advantage with every attempt.

He genuinely felt trapped. All he could do was just wait for the kid to go home and pray that Zach didn't leave him alone with him again.

After about an hour of intense gaming, the two boys finally called it quits.

“haha, that's 10-7, I win again.” Zach muttered tauntingly.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I'll beat you one of these days..” Ryan replied

“damn, it's getting late, want to do anything else before you head home??”

“Actually... I was wondering if it would be cool if I slept over here tonight...”

Greg immediately got up and resumed shouting and pounding on the glass.

“NO!!! NO!!” The tiny man screamed.

“Huh? A sleepover? Damn. We haven't done one of those in ages....”

“Right?? Wouldn't it be cool?” Ryan replied

“Well, it's alright with me” Zach agreed

“Sweet~” Ryan turned towards the pod, flashing a big sinister smile. Greg felt overcome with newfound hopelessness and dread.

========


Much to Greg's relief, Ryan left him alone for the remainder of the night.

For a while, Greg almost actually wondered if the boy had actually forgotten about him, but sadly, those hopes were dashed not long after both teens settled in for bed later that night.

The room was dark.

Greg was a bundle of nerves as he began to hear the familiar sound of Zach's snoring.

Just then, almost as if on queue, there was a sound of rustling followed by a series of light footsteps.

The blinding light of a phone's flashlight suddenly beamed into the tank.

Greg watched as the phone was placed down against the front of the tank, allowing the light to illuminate everything within.

Greg began to scream for Zach to wake up as the top hatch popped open once again. An illuminated hand eagerly descended down from the darkness above, directly towards the cowering man.

He did everything he could to fight it, but all his efforts were for naught.

Just as before, the fingers plucked him up. This time however, Greg had an awful feeling that he wouldn't be returning to his pod again any time soon.

–
When Ryan eventually opened his hand, Greg was blinded by a new source of light.

He quickly recognized the new setting as the first floor living room.

Greg had been placed down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He watched as the now-shirtless teen plopped himself back on to the dark blue sofa.

Ryan once again grabbed his phone and began scrolling through it for a moment.

“Here, check this out, this is about to be you in a minute~” The boy whimpered as he turned his screen towards the 1 ½ inch tall man.

There was a video playing of a man the same size as Greg being roughly stroked up and down a huge raging cock.

Just seeing Greg's horrified reaction to the video caused the tent in Ryan's boxers to jump.

“I've cummed to this video soooo many times, but now I finally get to experience it for myself~” Ryan moaned as he grabbed the hem of his boxers and eagerly began lowering them.

“NO!!!” Greg screamed as he began running away towards the opposite end of the coffee table.

The teen's rock hard boner jutted upward, at last free from its confining prison. It appeared to be around the same size as Zach's – around 5 ½ – 6 inches. The textbook definition of a boner.

Ryan closed the video and opened the video recording app in its place. He then lowered the phone down on the coffee table, propping it up against a tissue box behind the little guy, angling it just right so that it would capture everything that was about to happen.

“Haha, you can run all you want little guy, but in the end, you're just gonna end up in the same place~” Ryan muttered as he lifted up a big tube of lube off the table.

“P-please!! Don't do this!!!” Greg began to beg, at last accepting his total powerlessness in this situation.

The tiny's pathetic pleading only served to work the teenager up even more as he pumped out a big glob of translucent lube into his hand and proceeded to begin lathering up his throbbing erection.

Greg watched on as the giant boy began to slowly lather up his enormous glistening rod. The loud glopping noises sounded utterly nightmarish within the current context.

The blushing highschooler said nothing further as he began reaching out towards the tiny fleeing man with his lube covered fingers.

"ZAAACK HELP!! HEEEEELPP-" Greg screamed and begged as the gooey, slender digits recaptured him.

Rather than getting straight to it, Ryan apparently decided that he wanted to take his time and savor the experience.

The sophomore began slowly rubbing Greg's puny form all over his nude body. Across his abdomen, over his nipples, under his arm pits, and finally rubbing him over every square inch of his balls.

“So...fucking tinyyyyy~~”

Ryan had been fantasizing about doing something like this for ages, but he never in a million years thought that he'd actually ever get his hands on a tiny. A part of him was actually a little worried that all of this was just a dream that he was about to wake up from.

Ryan realized he had a size kink ever since reaching puberty, but it was only after the whole shrinking pandemic started that he truly fell head long into his deepening perversion.

And now here he was, forcing some tiny helpless person all over his body. He felt so big... so powerful.... He wondered what was going through poor little bastard's mind right now – Being used as a sex toy by some random kid he didn't even know. Was he more humiliated or terrified? Either way, Ryan's dial was currently turned up to eleven.

Greg was in hysterics at this point, crying and pleading for the kid to stop, for Zach to wake up and stop him, anything.

Ryan's eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head as he finally began to ride the tiny up from the bottom of his tender sack, all the way up to his quivering shaft, which was now throbbing wildly and dribbling a steady flow of pre ejaculate in response to all the preparatory stimulation he'd been giving himself.

This was the apex of it all. His cock was absolutely raging, but also incredibly sensitive to every small movement the little guy made.

Greg's screams were muffled as his whole body was repeatedly driven up and down the slick, lube covered shaft. The boner was hot and slippery, and the scent of it all was overwhelmingly masculine.

Throughout the turmoil of being used as a tool for masturbation, Greg began to consider how he ended up like this? Was there anything he could have done to stop this kid?

Ryan began to fidget atop the couch as he accelerated the pace of his strokes.

The camera caught every moment. The tiny flailing his arms and legs between the teen's fingers, Ryan erotically bucking his hips upward with each sensitive stroke.

The boy's cracking, adolescent voice grew louder and more desperate as he increased the pace of his hand.

As Ryan's brain began to fry from the overload of euphoria, a single sentence rose to the top of his mind.

“You're MINE~”

Cum began to spurt all over. Most of it splattered on Ryan's chest, but some ropes erupted out far enough to reach his collar bone. Some of it landed on the couch, a little on the floor too. It was the most wild, messy ejaculation Ryan had experienced since the dawn of his adolescence

“AUgghhhh~~ fuck yeahhhhhh~” The boy hummed as he basked in his afterglow, indulgently rubbing the tiny man across his abdomen - plowing him through the many lines of newly expelled cum.

Greg was too exhausted and beaten up to move or attempt to fight back, which was pointless anyways.

After taking a few moments to enjoy his afterglow, Ryan sat up and lifted the tiny man into the air by his legs, dangling him in front of his blushing, satisfied face.

“Fuck... I'm not sure I'll EVER be able to repay Zach for this one~”

Ryan eventually got to his feet, sauntering his way to the bathroom while still completely nude. Watery globs of his cum began to drip from his slim torso, splattering to the floor below with each wobbly step.

Upon entering the bathroom, he placed the tiny man down on the sink counter and glanced at himself in the mirror.

“H-holy fuck......” The boy muttered as he looked at the mess he'd made all over himself. Just the sight of it was actually enough to start getting him hard again.

“Maaan.... After I take you back home with me, I'll get to do this EVERY DAY after school~ It's gonna be SOOO niiiice~.....” Ryan suddenly added

The sentence caused Greg to shutter with newfound dread. He prayed to god that he had simply just misheard it.

“Mmm...yeahh~~ haha....I jerk off a LOT.. but you'll find that out for yourself after your first few days as my special new toy..”

In an almost zombie-like state, Greg slowly turned towards the massive glistening wall of teenage navel looming just beyond the edge of the sinktop. As he tilted his head higher, he saw that Ryan was staring down at him with a big daunting smirk. He was clearly waiting to see Greg's reaction to his most recent statements.

Hmmmmm? What???.... You didn't REALLY think I'd actually go through with all this if I wasn't already 100% sure that you'd never be able to tell anyone ...right??” Ryan continued before slowly lowering himself down so that he was eye-level with the tiny.

“I had already decided that you were mine the moment I saw you...”

Greg staggered backwards. He couldn't see the slightest indication that the teen was fucking with him. He was dead serious.

Ryan continued

“But yeah, duping Zach tomorrow is gonna be sooo fucking easy. I've already got the whole thing planned out and everything~.”

“N-no...P-please...” Greg was beside himself. Any hope of one day returning back to his normal-size would completely vanish if this kid ended up getting his way.

“Well, anyways.... enjoy your last night in that cute little tank you got up there. After I get you home, the only place you're gonna be sleeping is in my boxer briefs – Pinned up nice and snug against my NUTS~....” Ryan laughed before standing back up to his full height. Upon doing so, he tauntingly leaned his hips forward and immediately began to swing his massive cock and balls left and right.

Just the day-by-day imagery of such a prolonged hell was enough to finally send Greg back into a whole new existential spiral.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST PLEASE KID!! PLEASE DON'T DO THI-” Greg began to scream out in horror as one of Ryan's hands swooped in and enclosed around him once more.

The teen continued his laughter before turning off the bathroom light and began heading back to Zach's bedroom.

The older boy was still out like a log.

Ryan didn't appear to be in any particular hurry as he walked over to the pod and casually dropped the tiny man off inside.

As the sophomore popped the lid shut, he released a loud, satisfying yawn, causing his friend to finally wake up.

“RrrmmMm.... Dude...what the heck are you still doing up...??” Zach mumbled while half alseep. He didn't even seem to question why Ryan was butt naked.

“Aw, nothing man. I just had to take a quick piss~...” Ryan replied as he flicked the front of the tank.

The lights eventually went dark again and the room began to fill with the snores of both highschoolers.

Greg however, would not be getting any sleep. He laid there, physically and emotionally beaten. Ryan hadn't even bothered attempting to clean him up while they were in the bathroom, ultimately forcing Greg to endure the lasting, pungent scent of the high schooler's dried spunk that had covered every square inch of his body.

All that aside though, it was the mental and emotional trauma that really did it for him. Greg couldn't close his eyes without seeing a blur of flesh, lube and cum. He specifically kept recalling the feeling of panic every time his face was forced up against Ryan's cum hole; each time restricting his breathing and re-coating his whole face with a new layer of slimy pre.

There was only one thing he knew for absolutely certain. He NEEDED to get Zach's attention. His life literally depended on it...

=====

After barely getting only two or three solid hours of sleep, Greg was fearfully awoken to the sound of Ryan loudly yawning along with a long, dramatically indulgent morning stretch.

The toned, shirtless boy sat up from his mattress and wiped a bit of saliva that had been dripping down the side of his mouth as he slept. He looked a bit confused by his surroundings at first, but the moment he saw the pod, all his memory flooded back.

A huge grin formed on his face as he began recounting all the fun he'd had the night before.

He momentarily glanced over at Zach, who was still out cold.

Greg instinctively began to cower as Ryan stood up and began to approach the pod.

It was immediately apparent that the giant boy had a serious case of morning wood going on in his boxers.

“Damn... that sure was fun last night huh little guy?” The teen cooed

“Oh yeahhh, I forgot to check and see how well our video did!” Ryan added as he fetched out his phone and popped open his private discord.

“Holy shit! Looks like our video WAS a huge hit! Check out all these comments~”

Ryan placed the phone up against the glass, showing a whole wall of messages.

[Woah, so fucking hot~ more please!!!!]
[Fuuuck!! I'd kill to get my hands on this tiny!!]
[MORE!!!]
[Is there gonna be a part 2???]
[MORE PLEASE!!!]
[This is the hottest shit I've ever seen in my life holy fuck]
[Do you have a paypal??]
[Can we get some foot/mouth play???]
[Holy fuck my dickkkkkk~]
[PLEASE tell me you're gonna post more!!]
[This kid looks like he was having the time of his fucking life. Lucky bastard]

“I guess that settles it huh?? How could I deny all these people what they want?” Ryan whispered as he reached down and lowered his boxers down beneath his hanging balls.

He began masturbating to their video. Hardly a minute passed before he began shamelessly erupting cum up against the side of the tank.

Greg was totally traumatized at this point. He cowered into a ball as the scent of Ryan's fresh cum brought back the memories of the previous night.

Ryan proceeded to give the tank a good wiping down before lowering his face next to the glass.

“Just remember......when I eventually head back home later..... you'll be there too..... at the bottom of my pocket..... riiiight next to my fucking junk haha~”

Immediately upon hearing Zach beginning to stir in bed, Ryan was quick to tuck his semi-boner back in his boxer briefs and quickly got his sweatpants back on.

“Damn, you always get up before I do..” Zach muttered before releasing a huge yawn.

“You're like the heaviest fucking sleeper I know dude...” Ryan replied. This was likely the most honest thing he ever said Zach.

“Oh, by the way, it looked like the little dude was trying to get my attention before you woke up, so I gave him the paper to write on...” The younger teen continued.

“Oh? What did he write?” Zach replied as he wiped the sleepies from his eyes.

“Here, look yourself.” Ryan walked over and placed the tiny paper in his friend's open hand.

“I... want some... fresh.. air?” Zach muttered as he attempted to decipher the message. The handwriting was oddly different than the way the little guy had written previously.

“Wow... you really want to go outside? That's...... different. Are you sure? I think my dad would say that's a bad idea or something..” Zach muttered.

Greg was banging on the glass and shaking his head up and down repeatedly, attempting to shed light on the dark scheme that Ryan was planning.

“Aw, come on dude, look at him! Imagine being stuck in this funky smelling room all day and night.. ..I actually kinda feel bad for him..” Ryan interjected

“Mmm.....Yeeeeeah...I guess ......” Zach only gave it another quick thought before caving.

“Okay, but for a little bit, alright?” Zach spoke as he walked over to the pod and popped open the lid himself for the very first time.

“Zach!! WAIT! NO!! DON'T!! HE'S TRICKING YOU!!! STOP!!!”

“haha, you know, ever since you started living here, i've kinda always wanted to hold you at least once...so this is actually gonna be kinda cool~” Zach smiled widely as he extended his reach towards his tiny helpless young man.

Greg bolted away, doing everything he could to signal that he didn't actually want to leave the tank. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse Zach, who immediately took it as some sort of little game that Greg was playing.

“Haha duuuuude...... if you're actually trying not to get grabbed, you're not very good at it~” Zach laughed before quickly swooping his hand in and engulfing the little guy with ease.

“Woahhh, this feels.... crazyyyyyy...” Zach didn't seem to think anything of Greg's wild movements in his fist, as he was mainly just busy enjoying how cool it felt to be holding a living, breathing human being in his hand. He wasn't going to say it out loud but....it really made him feel sort of......powerful. It was like living out a fantasy he would have had as a kid...

The two teenagers proceeded to walk out of Zach's bedroom and head to the back yard patio through the sliding glass doors.

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was high, the sky was blue and there was a very slight breeze.

Zach walked up to a small circular white table next to their underground pool, taking a seat before carefully lowering his tiny cousin down on the tabletop.

“Alright, here you go~ Enjoy the fresh air while you can little dude~” Zach stated

Greg still didn't fully understand what Ryan was trying to do by getting him out here, but he knew that this was probably his last chance to save himself.

He immediately began screaming at the top of his lungs, running towards Zach, frantically attempting to make him understand.

“Hmm? what is it now??...” Zach pondered in confusion as he watched the little guy run right up to his hand and begin to beat away at the side of his pinkie while frantically pointing towards Ryan's direction.

“...hmm, maybe he's trying to say something again?” Ryan interjected. “Did you bring the paper with you??”

“Ah dammit, I left it inside...*SIGH* alright...... hold on one sec, I'll go grab it....”

Greg watched on with dread as Zach pulled his hand away as he stood up. The teen then ran off out of sight, again leaving Greg alone with the sinister younger teen.

Ryan immediately stood up from his seat and walked around the table, positioning himself so that he blocked Greg's view of the the morning sun, casting his own shadow over the little guy.

“Damn little dude..... you're pretty brave to want to go outside while you're tiny like this~ After all, any random bird could just swoop down and make you vanish in an instant~ It could happen so fast that Zach would hardly be able to blame me~” A huge grin grew on Ryan's face as his hand caressed the familiar mass bulging from his pants.

All at once, Greg finally understood Ryan's plan. It was so painfully simple. Ryan had essentially already won...

“Don't worry little guy, you're gonna LOVE your new home....” Ryan began reaching out towards Greg with his free hand, purposefully extending out his fingers to make his incoming grasp to look as large and intimating as possible.

“...and my COCK is gonna looooove you~”

“ZAAACK Zach HELP!!!!! YOU HAVE TO STOP HIM!! ZAAAAAAAAAACKKKK!!!” Greg was now crying out hysterically and running across the tabletop in the opposite direction. There was literally nothing else he could do as an enormous hand-shaped shadow slowly crept over him.

The fifteen year old's boner was POUNDING up against the inside of his sweeatpants as his hand slowly enveloped the fleeing little man. He already knew he'd won, and now the prize was all his for the taking.

Ryan had grabbed Greg a few times already, but this time just felt different. Greg seemed to sense it too as he was lifted up off the table. They didn't feel like two separate beings anymore. It was a moment of transition. They were now owner and possession...

From between the long teenage fingers, Greg watched the beautiful, sunny outside world disappear as he was abruptly plunged into the darkness of Ryan's left sweatpants pocket, exactly where Ryan had said he'd be.

“ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC----”

“HOLY SHIT!! ZACH!! DUDE!! GET OUT HERE!! HURRY!!!!!” Ryan began screaming. Trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Zach immediately ran from the house in a confused panic.

“Dude... what's wrong? What happened!!?”

“It was a fucking bird dude! It flew down and ate him!!”

“WHAT?!?!” Zach scanned over the table and went into full panic mode. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!”

“D-dude! It happened so fast that I wasn't even able to react!”

“ohmyfuckinggodthiscan'tbehappening” Zach was clearly losing it. Though it seemed that he may have been more concerned with the prospect of getting trouble with his dad than anything else..

“Fuckfuckfuck! What the fuck do I do dude?!” Zach screamed

“ Dude relax! We'll just..... make something up!!” Ryan began to assure.

“LIKE WHAT DUDE??? MY DAD IS GONNA KILL ME!!!”

“Okay, listen... what if like... we tell your dad that the little guy suddenly started saying that he was having trouble breathing? So we panicked and brought him outside so he could get fresh air..... and THEN the bird ate him. He can't be THAT mad if he thinks you were just reacting to an emergency....” Ryan explained

Zach was still freaking out, but the glimmer of hope Ryan was offering was too tempting to refuse. This was a nightmare scenario and he already looking for any way out.

After spending about an hour ironing out all the details of their little fabricated story, Ryan eventually made an excuse about needing to head home....

For the entire length of time after he was dropped onto Ryan's pocket, Greg was screaming for help, but unfortunately, Zach didn't hear his tiny voice even once. If there was any remaining chance that Zach might hear him, it was completely gone after Greg eventually threw out his voice only a few minutes later. He tried to scale the inner lining of the pocket, but Ryan's hand was keeping him company the whole time, repeatedly knocking him back down and keeping him in check.

Not long after leaving Zach's house, the evil, manipulative teen was walking by a local maintenance store. All the TVs in the storefront window were displaying the latest breaking news. A cure for 'tininess' was finally discovered! Doses were already getting prepared to be sent out to every major labs across the world.

Ryan hummed happily as he grabbed hold of his newly developing boner through the inner lining of his pocket, sighing with pleasure as he he enjoyed the pathetic struggles of the tiny human pinned in between.

Ryan celebrated the procurement of his new toy by heading straight to his bedroom. No one was home, so he was free to be as loud and shameless with the little guy as he wanted. The young teen still couldn't believe how easily Greg had fallen into his hands after Zach went and revealed his existence to him...

As for poor Greg...

After spending only a single night in Ryan's bedroom, Greg knew that his life as a person was officially over – All he could do now was resign to the fact that he was some horny, power-tripping kid's living pleasure toy now. Day after day his new master would come home from school and immediately clasp him on to his raging, dripping boner. Getting back home was all Ryan could think about during the day – He'd be fully boned up before he even stepped off the damn bus.

As the weeks went by, Ryan shot and uploaded countless videos with Greg. With each upload, more and more money began to pour into Ryan's account. He also began getting dozens of requests for foot and mouthplay content, which he was more than happy to oblige. He was living the high life. Making big money by just laying back and pleasuring himself with the ultimate little toy.


Greg was blasted with Ryan's cum so often that it essentially became his permanent scent. He wanted it all to end so badly, and ultimately, he'd have his wish granted.

------

While living with Ryan, Greg noticed that the teen didn't have a very good relationship with his kid brother. A day didn't seem to go by where the two were yelling at each other over something trivial. To call their relationship toxic was a massive understatement.

Due to being confined to the teen's bedroom whenever Ryan was away, Greg never actually saw the younger brother. All he knew was that his name was Austin and he sounded like a total brat. It apparently ran in the family.

One afternoon while Greg was sitting in the lonely darkness of Ryan's closet, something unexpected happened.

He heard someone enter the room and begin rummaging through the teen's stuff. Before long, a blinding light flooded his dark prison.

“Woaaaaah!!! no way!! Is that.... A TINY??” A young prepubescent voice boomed.

Greg was too blinded by the sudden light that he didn't realize he was about to be grabbed.

A few moments later, after being carried an unknown distance away, Greg felt himself get deposited onto a hard surface.

All around him he could hear loud thumping accompanied by intense tremors.

His sight eventually returned to him, but the location where he found himself standing was not particularly relieving.

He was standing in the middle of a vast vacant floor. The floor of what appeared to be Austin's bedroom.

Over by the bed, he could see a towering child who appeared to be about the age of nine or ten rummaging through his drawer.

The boy retrieved an old ipad which he then carried back to the center of the room where he had left Greg.

Greg began to tremble as he stared up at the gargantuan boy standing over him. He knew that this must have been Ryan's little brother, but he had no idea what the youngster intended to do with him.

“Perfect, now I just gotta hit record annnd....” Greg could hear the boy muttering to himself.

“Hey Ryan! I went into your room earlier and look what I found!” Austin began to speak in a very obnoxious, scripted manner as he tilted the camera of his ipad down towards the little man.

“I heard that keeping tinies is against the law! I was gonna tell mom on you, but then I had a better idea!”

Greg looked around for anywhere to escape to, but there was none.

“I bet this little guy must be really special to you huh? That must be why you were hiding him! Well, I hope you had fun with him, because now he's gonna go bye bye~” The boy declared malevolently.

A big cruel grin formed on Austin's face as he lifted up is right foot into the air, slowly carrying it over the tiny presence on the floor below.

Greg was in complete shock. He couldn't believe what was happening. He began to run away as the shadowy underside of the boy's bare sole began to descend over his direction.

The sound of Austin's cruel, childish giggling could be heard booming from above as he wiggled his toes tauntingly over the fleeing speck.

“HEY ZACH! If you were this small, this is what I would do to YOU!”

Filled with a mixture of amusement and spite, the boy brought his foot down, hard.

Greg's last moments were spent watching the brat's enormous bare sole quickly descend down on top of him.

The horror and regret Greg felt as he ran for his life was indescribable. He knew that if he had just stayed at the lab, he probably could have been returned to his normal size by now. Instead, after enduring all that torture from Ryan, he was now about to be squashed like a bug under the foot of some random little kid that he had only just met.

“NO!!! PLEASE DON'T! KID LISTEN!!! I CAN BE YOUR FRIEND!!! …...NO... I CAN... BE YOUR TOY!! I JUST WANT TO BE A PERSON AGAIN! PLEASE I JUS-----”

“SPLAT~” Austin loudly declared, Stomping his foot down flat. There was pretty much zero resistance as Greg was obliterated beneath Austin's young sole.

The boy indulgently pressed and kneaded his foot into the floor, savoring the fruits of his revenge.

He proceeded to take a seat on the floor and turn over his foot for the camera to see. All that remained of Greg was a red smear on his pudgy sole. This was the end of Greg's journey. From the very moment he began to shrink back in his office, he had been unknowingly placed on a hellish path that would ultimately lead him to become a splotch on this boy's awaiting foot...


-TTM