From: quark999@aol.com (Quark 999)
Date: 21 Sep 1996 14:51:48 -0400

                                  THE LESSON

                                    by Martin

                                    (for Bill)

 Glenn charged down the tunnel at full speed, using his momentum to swing
his big, muscular body in a controlled arc around the corner onto the
stairs.  Above, he could hear the subway train's conductor instructing
everyone to move away from the doors.

 Knowing he had only seconds, Glenn prepared to leap up the stairs four at
a time to make his train.  He had overslept again after an intense workout
session the night before, and if he was late to work one more
time--especially today, the day of the big presentation--he was sure to be
canned.

 "Watch the doors. The doors are closing."

 Shit!  Crash.

 Looking up to see if the train was moving yet, he'd missed seeing the
slow-moving little man who he tripped over.  Sprawling, his papers flying
everywhere, Glenn went down like a huge oak, knocking into the other man
and landing on top of him.

 They both lay there, dazed, as the growing roar of the train sounded from
above.  Too late.  Slowly, because he had plenty of time now until the
next train came, Glenn took stock of the situation.  He'd hit his head on
the tiled wall of the narrow stairway and was slightly dazed.  It took him
a few seconds to realize that he was laying on top of something that would
rather not have him there.  Dizzily, he grabbed onto the handrail and
pulled himself to his feet.

 "Why don't you watch where you're fucking going?" asked the person over
whose body he'd tripped as he stood and brushed himself off.  Strangely
enough, it took Glenn until that moment to realize that the other man was
small.  VERY small.  Even standing on a higher step, his head only reached
Glenn's narrow waist.

 "Fuck!  I can't believe I was held up by a fucking rodent like you!"
Glenn said nastily as he gathered his stuff and assessed his situation. 
Thanks to this slow little runt, he was now not only late, but he also had
a dark smear of grime on his suit from the steps.

 The dwarf's temper visually rose and Glenn was sure he was going to say
something else, but instead he turned on his heel and began to slowly
climb the steps again.  The short length of the smaller man's legs made
the reason for the delay obvious--he probably couldn't move any faster if
he wanted to--but this was not excusable in Glenn's eyes.  Freaks like
that should stay where they're out of the way of normal people, he
thought.

 The dwarf disappeared from view above him.  Glenn grabbed his stuff--his
nice graphics for his presentation, which he had carried outside of his
zippered portfolio because they were too big to fit in, were now a
wrinkled mess--and angrily stomped up the stairs after him.

#*#*#*#*#*#

 Jeff's day could have been better.  It was bad enough trying to go as
fast as he could up those stairs but still KNOWING he wasn't going to make
the train.  Then that lumbering idiot had knocked him over so painfully .
.. .

 He looked around the deserted station and saw the lumbering idiot come
into view.  Great, thought Jeff.  Now we're going to have to stand here
and look at each other for the next fifteen minutes.  They were not on a
busy line, and the trains at this transfer station were few and far
between.

 Jeff fervently hoped that the other man would just ignore him and let the
matter die.  He'd been dangerously close to losing his reserve entirely on
the stairs, and bad things happened when Jeff was angry.

 The idiot, however, had no apparent desire to end the conflict.  He
stormed over to where the dwarf was waiting at the far end of the
platform, leaning against a concrete pillar.  "Hey, you little freak!  You
just ruined my whole day!  Now I'm going to be late for work again and
it's your fault!"

 Jeff gritted his teeth and made one last attempt to ignore this muscular
fool in order to preserve his cool.  He looked up and down the train
station hoping to spot someone else.  The platform was bordered on both
sides by escalators leading up, and the stairs they'd come up from the
transfer tunnel were in the exact middle.  Nobody else was there.

 "Are you listening?  Are you small AND deaf?"

 Jeff opened his mouth to shoot off one of his patented nasty zingers when
the big man surprised him, reaching down lightning fast and grabbing his
arm tightly.  Jeff's arms were short and thick, out of "normal" proportion
to his body.  Glenn grabbed his upper arm and pulled upward, throwing the
dwarf off balance.  "Look at this stain on my suit, you little toad!"  The
huge muscle man flexed his arm higher, lifting Jeff off of his feet
entirely.  "What are you going to do about it?"

 The dwarf knew exactly what he was going to do, but he was briefly unable
to concentrate as the pain in his arm shot through his body.  Glenn took
advantage of Jeff's inaction to grab onto him with his other hand, lifting
him higher.  Jeff found himself looking down at Glenn as he was raised
above the tall man's head.  Despite the situation, each took a moment to
give the other a once over.

 Glenn was well over twice Jeff's size and so muscular and furious that he
looked like the Incredible Hulk's albino brother.  His light blond hair
and yellowish eyes bore out the analogy.  Jeff was the complete opposite. 
Under three feet tall and dark haired with a chiseled face and a snub
nose, the dwarf was young and cute.  His body was stocky, but he also
managed to look sleek at the same time.  If he'd had a somewhat more
common proportion, Jeff might have been some sort of model and certainly
he would have turned a lot of heads.  As it was, he was looked at for
another reason entirely.

 It was strange for Jeff to be looking down at someone, so it took him a
moment to feel the indignity of the situation.  That was just about when
Glenn started shaking him roughly like a rag doll.  "What are you going to
do, little man?" he asked again.

 This had gone on long enough.

 Jeff focused his thoughts and lashed out with them.  The results were
instantaneous and somewhat painful, as he was so angry that he didn't
consider certain logistics.  Within ten seconds, Jeff was jarred painfully
as he slammed into the hard floor and rolled, barely coming to a stop
before falling into the tracks.  He turned around just in time to see
Glenn, a bizarre stunned expression on his face, vanish into a pile of his
own clothes.

 The dwarf pulled himself to his feet and took a quick look up and down
the platform.  Nobody had arrived on the scene, although he knew that
would not last for another two minutes at rush hour, unpopular route or
not.  Brushing dust and wrinkles out of his specially-altered shirt and
pants, he approached the pile of clothes.  There was a suspiciously-moving
lump under them that anyone who did not witness Glenn's departure might
take for some sort of mouse.  Jeff knew better.

 It was a fun scene, confronting Glenn at his new, somewhat less
threatening size.  While the six-inch, naked man looked up at his captor,
who had once been less than half his height, Jeff gathered the big clothes
and tossed them into a nearby trashcan for some homeless person to find. 
He almost did the same to Glenn, but he then decided to teach the tiny man
a lesson he'd never forget.  Screaming and protesting wildly--until Jeff
told him that if he uttered a single noise for the next nine hours, he'd
pull his arms off like wings off a fly--Glenn was thrown into his own
zippered portfolio.  The last thing he saw was Jeff's face, beaming down
at him.

 But as he tucked the large portfolio under one thick arm, Jeff's smile
faded.  After all, he was late for work, too.

#*#*#*#*#*#*#

 Glenn spend much of the day drifting in and out of consciousness.  
Whenever he awoke, it took him a few minutes to realize where he was in
the darkness, why the smell of cheap leather was overpowering, why he was
laying on what felt like a rug-sized piece of paper, and what that pole
sticking him in the side was.

 But then there would be a loud zippering noise and light would flood into
his prison as the "roof" split in two.  The giant dwarf's head would
briefly be visible, huge dark eyes briefly dancing over Glenn's small,
hard body, and then gone again as the portfolio was zipped up.  Jeff
checked on his little pet often.

 The hours crawled by.  After a while, Glenn realized that he couldn't
possibly be dreaming.  Who would dream such a thing, and how could it go
on for so long?  No, what was happening was real.  He really was tiny. 
His panic overwhelmed him on a number of occasions, but he didn't make a
sound.  He remembered the giant dwarf's threat.

 After an eternity, the darkness shifted.  There was a rocking feeling of
motion, and he realized that he was being carried somewhere.  Sounds of
voices and traffic, magnified over ten times, assaulted his ears and
caused him to cringe.  "Mommy," he heard a high-pitched voice call, "Look
at that little man!"  He knew that the child was referring to the dwarf
who carried him, and this made him feel even smaller and more
insignificant.  He'd been rather big compared to the dwarf's stubby hand,
but he knew that if he encountered a human of a more common height, he
would be truly insignificant.

 The jostle of a giant crowd, the deafening roar of a huge train.  After
what seemed like another eternity, but must have been less than an hour,
the world of the huge noises receded.  Glenn breathed a sigh of relief as
he heard the loud thunk of a heavy door closing.  But the relief turned to
dread as he realized that now he would be alone with his captor, and that
his captor, who had already shrunk him to an impossible size and carried
him around all day in his own bag, was not likely to be gentle.  Why the
fuck hadn't he been looking where he was going that morning?  Why did he
have to go and lose control of himself?

 The familiar zipping noise came again and Glenn saw light.  Suddenly, his
world was turned upside down--literally--and he tumbled out onto a hard
wood table.  Pens clattered and settled around him.  Papers scattered onto
the table and fluttered over the edge onto the floor, which was not far
below.

 Glenn looked around.  The dwarf stood nearby, the table reaching the
giant at his waist.  Around them was a vast, vast room, filled with giant
furniture and decorations.  It took Glenn a few moments to notice that, if
he were the size he thought he was, which he could judge by looking at the
pens, then everything else in the room was not as big as it should be. 
But then he realized that, at home, there was no reason for the dwarf to
have the uncomfortably big things he'd encounter in the outside world. 
The thought that even the dwarf's small furniture was now uncomfortably
big to him, plus the scrutiny of the looming giant, made Glenn shudder.

 After a while, the dwarf began to speak.  "I suppose you're wondering why
I asked you here today," he said.  Glenn did not appreciate the humor. 
"Well, it's simple: you were mean, I was pissed.  And now you're going to
pay, and I get to have fun."

 "What are you going to do with me?" Glenn asked.  He had to repeat the
question in a louder voice after the dwarf put on an exaggerated show of
being unable to hear someone so tiny.

 "Oh, things you probably won't like, I'm sure.  You only know one of my
secrets, after all, and there are many others."

 Glenn began to beg.  Beg for his size back, for his life back.  As
painful as it was to be so humble, he sank down on his knees before the
giant.  "Please," he cried.  "Make me big again."

 The dwarf laughed.  "You'll be big again.  One day.  Don't worry."

 "One day!?!?  What about my wife and kids?  What about my job?  Please
don't do this to me!"

 "You have a family?  I pity them.  Well here's the story, little man.  If
you say ONE more word to me that does not indicate that you are the
happiest you've ever been here learning this lesson from me, then I'm
going to mail you back to them in an envelope.  A SMALL envelope.  And
maybe two or three different ones.  Do you understand?  I want enthusiasm
from you.  Understand?"

 Glenn opened his mouth to protest, but the giant's stern look silenced
him.  Instead he nodded and hung his head.


*#*#*#*#*#*#*#


 Jeff enjoyed playing the disciplinarian, but he was too good a person to
ever carry out his threats.  It was true that he was finding today's catch
rather thrilling, but he almost never used his power for comeuppance or
private gain.  If he could have changed his own size and shape, made
himself a more common height, he would have in a moment, but some twist of
fate prevented that.  Instead, he did what he could to make the world a
better place.  Teaching an ignorant bully a lesson certainly fell into
that category, didn't it?

 And what a lesson it would be.  Jeff didn't want to plan it all out and
ruin the spontaneity of the fun, but he had some pretty good ideas.  Glenn
was still on his knees, and the towering dwarf looked him over well.  The
formerly huge man's body was simply delectable . . . muscles rippled the
length and width of it, and there was a proportionally respectable-sized
cock between those little legs.  The tiny man was obviously very proud of
his endowments, thinking the rest of the world ought to worship him as
much as he did himself.  Obviously, things were not going to go in that
direction this evening.

 Jeff reached down a stubby finger and patted his little pet on the head. 
Glenn looked petrified, but he didn't dare say anything negative.  He
obviously thought that anyone capable of the horrors to date could
certainly imagine some terrible punishments for defying orders.  The dwarf
let him think that.  He continued feeling Glenn's silky hair, all the
softer for being so fine now.  And then his caresses went lower . . .

*#*#*#*#*#

 Before Glenn knew it, things got worse.  The huge finger slid down the
back of his neck, swirled around a bit on his back, and then moved on to
his ass, where the dwarf stuck it between his legs and rooted around there
for a while.

 Fuck!  Bad enough he was small and at the mercy of a freak, but it had to
be a fag, too!  If he hated anything more than freaks who got in his way,
it was faggots.  But what else was there to do but endure it?

 "Good boy," said the giant.  "Let's get you settled in.  Let's just say
you have a bigger day tomorrow."  Glenn perked up at this, but didn't want
to put too much hope in the dwarf's words.  Jeff scooped him up in one
hand and walked into the next room.  The bedroom.  It was vast, and Glenn
noticed that, here, too, the furniture was dwarf-sized.  Had he been his
normal height, he would have felt as if he were in a toddler's room.  Jeff
tossed him onto the soft comforter and began to work at his clothes. 
These motions were ominous to the tiny man, who felt that a giant faggot
disrobing in front of him was probably not the best of signs.  In fact, it
wasn't.

 Still, Glenn couldn't take his eyes off of the huge man's body.  Jeff's
hairy body looked compressed somehow.  His arms and legs were short and
thick and powerful.  His hands were stubby, but looked too big for his
arms, and his feet were short and wide.  When the underwear came off, he
saw that what the dwarf lacked in height was made up for in that
department.  Glenn caught himself staring and looked away, disgusted, but
not before he saw a cock as big as he was stirring to life.

 "Now we're going to have a little fun," said the giant.  "I hope you can
get into it.  Worse luck if you don't."  He reached down and began
rubbing, his short fingers not even fitting around his huge dick.  Glenn
thought about running, but his legs seemed to have turned to mush.  He
sank down and looked up at the horror that was about to happen.

 And he accepted it.  What else could he do?

#*#*#*#*#*#*#

 They got to know each other intimately.  Every millimeter of Glenn's
small body went, at some point or another, inside Jeff's wide mouth.  The
dwarf's tongue probed and prodded.  Glenn was rubbed along most of Jeff's
stocky build, the bigger man's thick hair chafing him raw.

 It finally became too much for Glenn, who couldn't stop himself from
beginning to blubber and then to cry outright.  "Please grow me again. 
Please!  I've got a wife and kids!  Please!  I'll give you anything."

 "Shhhhh, little one.  You'll grow.  Don't worry."

 Glenn was only slightly reassured, but this only lasted until the worst
revulsion yet.  Jeff came massively, huge ropes and gobs of sperm shooting
into the air, onto the little man who was currently pressed against his
dick.

 Glenn passed out, tears still running down his face.

#*#*#*#*#*

 He awoke once before morning.  It was hot.  And dark.  And it smelled
like stale sweat and drying cum.

 He could barely move . . . it felt like he was suffocating.  Huge, dank,
soft flesh pressed against his front.  A heavy elastic material pushed him
from behind.

 From above, somewhere outside this prison, there were the snorts of a
sleeping man.  A big sleeping man.

 "I'm in his underwear," Glenn thought.  The notion came to him
unexpectedly, but he was sure it was true, now that he considered it.

 He was too weak, too apathetic, to move.  Where would he go?  In this
giant's world, he was even more of a freak than the dwarf.  At least the
dwarf had his own small furniture.  "All I have is dwarf's dick."

 Feeling incredibly insignificant, Glenn made himself as comfortable as he
possibly could and then went back to sleep.

#*#*#*#*#*#*#

 In the morning, Glenn found that he had become a dwarf.

 How strange, he thought.  The bed was still too big, although it was a
far more comfortable size.  At first, he didn't know where he was.  He
tried to move, to get up, but soon found that his entire body was somehow
wrong.  His arms were too short, his beautiful muscles thickened
grotesquely in the compression.  His legs, too, were covered with thick,
stiff muscle and were far shorter than he remembered. 

 "Oh, God," he said aloud.  He looked at his hands, and had to wiggle his
newly-stubby fingers to assure himself that they were actually his.  "He's
turned me into him!"

 "No, you're still you," said Jeff from across the room.  "And you're
bigger, too, just like you wanted."

 "But..."  His voice sounded weird.  High-pitched and squeaky--another
change in his body.  He realized that he was indeed bigger, but he wasn't
his normal size.  Even the dwarf furniture still seemed too big.  It
wasn't until he stumbled to his feet and Jeff came and stood nearby that
he realized that he was only chest-high on the other man.  Chest high on a
dwarf who'd come up to his mid-thigh yesterday.

 "What did you do to me?" he squeaked.  He tried to walk, to run away, but
he was having trouble commanding legs as short as his were now.  The
normal-sized door towered above him, and he realized that even if he got
away, which he probably couldn't, there was no place he could go.  He'd be
too ashamed to see his family from this size--his own kids would now tower
over him, even the toddler--and there was nobody else who'd believe he'd
once been over six feet tall.  They'd just dismiss his pleas for help,
thinking he was some sort of demented midget.

 "I would have thought that would be obvious by now," said Jeff, opening a
drawer and pulling out some clothes.  He tossed them over to his new
little friend who just stood there and let them fall on the floor.  "Put
those on," ordered the bigger dwarf.  "I'm going to take you out to meet
someone important.  Then, if you do everything I tell you before that,
I'll let you go."

 Hope sparked in Glenn, even though he could imagine what horrors he'd go
through before he was free.  "Will you grow me again?" he asked in his
new, high-pitched voice.

 "Maybe," said Jeff.  But it was in the tone of an indulgent parent,
saying "maybe" only because he didn't want to say "yes" too quickly.  It
was a calculated phrasing on Jeff's part, but Glenn seemed to be inspired
by it.  He reached down and picked up the clothes Jeff had thrown at him. 
The new shape of his hands caused him to drop them immediately, as he was
unused to how much different his anatomy now was and how much strength it
took to manipulate it.

 It was a struggle to get dressed.  Jeff offered to help, and stood over
the littler man.  Glenn was disconcerted with the bigger man's closeness,
and Jeff didn't even seem to be helping much, anyway.  Jeff's short arms
pulled the shirt on over his head, and he had to bend down much further
than he would have thought to pull the pants on.  Fastening buttons and
zippers was difficult, as he no longer had the dexterity and flexibility
he'd always taken for granted.  His thick fingers took several tries for
each button.  Zipper tabs slid out from his two-fingered grasp.  But he
eventually was dressed, and he went over to look at a full-length mirror.

 Jeff had given him shorts and a T-shirt.  They were horribly
loose--although altered for a dwarf, the T-shirt fit like a dress on him
and the shorts might as well have been long pants, as only his ankles and
feet were visible below them.  Jeff also provided shoes, which were too
large, but did seem to accommodate his newly-wide feet well enough.  In
the mirror, Glenn thought he looked like a child playing dress-up.  Jeff
stood behind him, and Glenn noticed that the bigger man had yet to dress. 
Jeff's huge dick was beginning to harden.

 Slowly, Jeff reached out and put his hands on Glenn's shoulders, pushing
him down to his knees.  Horrified, Glenn knew what was coming, but he
allowed himself to go down.  Tears began to flow freely as Jeff's hands,
now on the back of the smaller man's head, began to pull.

 "Suck it, boy," said Jeff, thrusting his hips.  Glenn protested weakly,
closing his lips against the monster cock head.  He felt a slimy liquid
coat his lips and gagged, barely stopping himself from vomiting.

 Eventually, thoughts of growing at the forefront of his mind, Glenn gave
in.  He opened his mouth and took as much as the dick as he could, which
was not much at all, actually.  He had to augment his first blow job with
his hands, as some women had done to him in what seemed like the distant
past when he was big, but his hands wouldn't fit all the way around Jeff's
huge member.

 Without warning, Jeff pulled out and began spewing.  Milky splashes of
cum landed where they were aimed:  Glenn's forehead, his cheeks.  When he
was done, Jeff tossed him a towel.  "Get cleaned up," he said.  "We have
things to do."

 Grateful that, at least, his entire body wasn't covered as before, Glenn
rubbed himself clean.

 Then they went out.

#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#

 It was the worst day Glenn had ever spent.

 Sure, the day before had been horrible, but at least he had been spared
the misery of the entire world seeing him as the powerless shrunken model
of a man he'd once been.  Now, Jeff was making sure that he was seen.  And
the bigger man seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

 When they left the dwarf's apartment, Glenn noticed that he knew
instantly where they were . . . only a few blocks from his own home.  Of
course, he thought, we were at the same subway station.  Of course we'd
live close together.  Still, it was an unexpected shock.  Things and
people he was used to looking down on were suddenly towering.  And when
the passers-by stared, which they all did, although some tried not to be
to obvious about it, Glenn had the disconcerting feeling that they were
staring at him not only because he was now a freak, but also because they
remembered the big man he'd once been.

 Jeff seemed to be in no hurry to get to where he was leading, and took
great joy in parading his captured prize for the population to see.  If he
noticed he was getting stares of his own, he was doing an excellent job of
ignoring them.

 "Can we please go inside somewhere?" asked Glenn, miserable, after he saw
his landlord pass them, staring.  The now-huge man's eyes had seemed to
hold a glimmer of recognition in them as he looked into the now-small
man's face, but he just shook his head slightly and passed on.  But Glenn
only had a passing aquaintance with his landlord, who didn't live in the
same building.  What if he ran into someone he knew. . .?

 It happened, inevitably, in front of the neighborhood's police station. 
One of the reasons Glenn had moved his family into that area of the city
was its reputation for being well protected by the law.  But they hadn't
done much of a job of protecting him from this sadistic dwarf who now had
so much power over him.  But then again, he guessed that Jeff hadn't
actually broken any laws.  Glenn doubted very much that shrinking someone
against their will would appear in any of the dusty law books Former
Assistant State Attorney Stephen L. Miles complained about on TV.

 The police station was a formidable stone building, all the more
formidable to Glenn, who saw it now as almost three times the size it had
been when he'd passed it the previous morning.  Giant cops passed in and
out of the building, alone or in groups.  Some led equally huge criminals
in handcuffs.  He almost didn't recognize the woman wandering down the
stairs who led two small children by the hands.  She looked sad and
dejected.  Most of all, she looked huge.  It was his wife, Sarah.  His
kids, Daniel (6) and Christian (3), looked confused but not particularly
distressed.  They perhaps didn't realize the implications of not seeing
their father the previous night.

 The trio passed directly in front of him and Jeff.  Sarah, clearly upset,
was the only person they passed that day that didn't look down and stare
at the freakish duo.  Daniel and Christian, however, recognized him
instantly.  "Daddy!" they yelled as one.  Glenn froze in horror.  Even
Christian, who normally came up to his thigh, was a head taller than him.

 Sarah didn't stop, however.  She tugged on the kids to follow her.  "Come
on," she said.  "Daddy's not here.  We have to find him."

 And then they were gone.  Glenn was near tears again, but he restrained
himself when he saw Jeff's knowing gaze.  "That's a good reason for you to
do what I say," said the dwarf.  "If you don't, you'll be looking up at
them all for the rest of your life.  You'll watch your kids get bigger and
bigger, growing out of reach.  Soon, you'll only be knee-high to them. 
They'll treat you like a toy, without the slightest bit of respect.  In
fact, maybe I'll shrink you back the way you were yesterday, and you can
be a toy to them now."

 Glenn shuddered.  Then he had to run to catch up with Jeff, who had
started walking again.  It was difficult to maneuver on his
newly-foreshortened legs, but he managed.  He couldn't let that big dwarf
out of his sight.


(Anyone want to continue this one or give me some ideas?)