Brandon Twice
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My Boyfriend's Back
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 07:31:23 +0000 UTCIt had been three months since Garrett had started dating Colby, but this was their first night out together. Garrett had no idea what kind of ânightlife personaâ his large-framed powerlifter boyfriend had; in private, Colby was a gigantic teddy bear, warm and cuddly despite being 6â5â and 300 pounds of chubby muscle. Colby worked as a bouncer, but heâd warned Garrett that âwork modeâ--stone-faced intimidation, folding his burly arms and staring down at drunken troublemakersâwas just for work.
From his spot near the wall, Garrett smiled as Colby navigated through the crowd toward the bar. The big man could have plowed straight through, but instead he gently navigated around the much smaller bar-goers in his path, softly guiding them aside with his big hands and a smile. At the bar, two prettyboys bought Colby a drink. Watching Colby stroke his beard, blushing and accepting the drink before pointing at Garrett across the crowdâGarrett could lip-read âThatâs my boyfriend!â--made him swell with love for his new partner.
So much better than the last. He shivered as he thought about Dirk for just a moment.
âHey pretty thing,â said a deep voice. Garrett shivered at the sound. There was no way⌠it couldnât beâŚ
âDirk?â Garrett said, eyes wide as he saw his dark-haired, slim ex-boyfriend. Garrett took a step back.
âYouâre acting like Iâm holding a knife,â Garrett said, holding up his two empty hands. âSeriously, what is with this reaction? All I said was âhelloâ!â
Garrett blinked. There was something different about Dirk. Something had changed in the year since heâd seen himâwas it his eyes? They looked darker, almost black, although it was tough to tell in the dimly lit bar. (Maybe he had taken a pill, dilating his pupils.) The air around Dirk felt colder than the rest of the room.
Garrett realized he hadnât blinked since Dirk had spoken. He was still wrestling with the idea that he had, somehow, conjured the menacing man just by thinking about him.
âIâm here with my boyfriend,â Garrett blurted out, as if that would neutralize the man staring into his eyes.
Dirk shook his head. âNow, see, Iâm in a REALLY good place right now, which is good⌠because that sort of thingâsaid before youâve even greeted me, mind youâwould have hurt a less solid version of me.â
Garrett glanced back at the bar. Colby was still chatting with the two blonde twinks. He took a step toward him.
âShould I just assume youâre not going to speak to me? Should I just leave?â Dirk said, thumbing at the exit. âI can go. Clearly youâre not in the moodâŚâ
âWhere have you been?â Garrett spat out, a question that had been on his mind for a year. âHow did you find me here? Seriously, I moved a thousand miles away to start over! How are you here right now?â
Dirk took a deep breath. âHonestly? This is a case of ill-fortune⌠or good-fortune, depending on your perspective. Iâm in town for work. I came out to get a drink, have a little socialization outside a hotel room for once. In all the bars in all the cities I somehow ended up in yours. To be honest, I was excited to see you! Clearly thatâs not reciprocated.â
âLiar,â Garrett said. âYouâre lying. You stalked me here.â A large hand fell on Garrettâs shoulder, and the thin blond man jerked away from it.
âWhoa!â It was Colby. âBabe, sorry to surprise you. I got you a drink.â Colby handed Garrett the Titoâs and Soda he had asked for. Then he extended his free hand to Dirk. âHi! Iâm Garrettâs boyfriend Colby,â he said in a jovial voice, completely unaware that Garrettâs chest was clenched with terror.
âGoodness, you are BIG!â Dirk said, eyeing up the mountainous man before him who stood a full head taller than the rest of the crowd, and nearly twice as wide as the men around him.
âYeah, everyone says that,â Colby said, shrugging his big shoulders. âGuess I just eat a lot.â He frowned. âYour hands are FREEZING, man!â
Dirk shrugged. âI run cold.â
âWeâre leaving, actually,â Garrett said, tugging on Colbyâs sleeve. Colby looked at Garrett, raising an eyebrow as he sipped his drink.
âBabe? Really? We just got here!â
âThis is all my fault,â Dirk said, backing away. âGarrett and I used to date, and clearly heâs not happy to have me around. Iâll leave.â
Colby shook his head. âOh, no, bro, you donât have toâŚâ He noticed Garrettâs furrowed brow. âIs there⌠is there somethingâŚâ He looked from Garrett to Dirk. âOh. Babe, we can leave if you want.â
âHit him,â Garrett said. âPunch him in the fucking face!â Garrett shouted, tugging on Colbyâs massive arm.
âBabe, Iâm not gonna hit him!â Colby said, laughing. âJeez, letâs get you home. Weâll talk about this later.â He turned to Dirk. âSorry about⌠whatever this isâŚâ
âNice to meet you, Colby,â Dirk said. He stood on his tiptoes and gave Colby a kiss on the cheek. âYouâre sweet. Take good care of my guy, will you?â
Garrett set his drink on the nearest table as he power-walked to the door, glancing back every few steps to make sure Colby was with him. He was quiet on the streets as they headed back to Colbyâs truck, his hands buried in his pockets.
âSo⌠are we gonna talk?â Colby finally said.
âThis is not good, Colby,â Garrett said, still staring at his feet. âDirk is⌠evil.â
Colby froze. âDid he hurt you?â He clenched his fists. âDid he lay a HAND on you?â The jovial giantâs posturing changed drastically as his chest flexed, his lats flaring out. He seemed to pulse even larger than normal, his fists rising and falling with his breath.
âNo,â Garrett said. âHe doesnât need to. Heâs⌠not normal. Not like most guys. He gets in your headâŚâ
âManipulator?â Colby asked, still in combat mode.
âNo, I mean⌠LITERALLY,â Garrett said. He let out a long sigh. âDamn,â he said, finally breaking his rigid posture and collapsing into his big boyfriend. His head was at Colbyâs chest. He buried his face in the big manâs massive pecs and sobbed. âI was hoping to not have to tell you about Dirk for a⌠long long timeâŚâ
Colby threw an arm around Garrett, pulling him in tight. âBabe, letâs forget about him. Letâs get you home⌠wanna do popcorn? Movie? Snuggling?â
A smile finally shattered Garrettâs glower. Colby joyfully picked his boyfriend up off the ground and carried him like a man carrying his bride. âPOPCORN!â Colby shouted at the top of his lungs, echoing through the city. âMOVIE! SNUGGLING WITH MY BOYFRIEND!â
*
Colby was gone when Garrett woke. He vaguely had a memory of the big man kissing him awake and mentioning the gym. Garrett smiled as he sat up in his bed. A cup of coffee sat on his nightstand on a napkin with a heart drawn on it.
Garrett sipped the coffee and climbed out of bed. He felt exhausted. Despite an uninterrupted seven hours of sleep, he felt entirely unrested. This was the effect of Dirk, he reminded himself. Maybe it was just post-trauma, he thought, or maybe it was Dirkâs âauraâ--the effect he had simply by being close.
As he got dressed, he wondered how he was going to explain to Colby that his ex-boyfriend was a witchâan actual spell-casting, moon-worshiping creature of the nightâwithout sounding entirely insane. Things were so solid with Colby that anything less than perfect honesty felt like a wrong move. However, how was he going to explain that Dirk could command animals, walk through dreams, and hex his enemies? He remembered the last dream heâd had of Dirk, two weeks after heâd fled their apartment, fifteen days after he discovered the terrifying shrine in their basement.
âYouâll see me again,â Dirk had said in the dream. They were standing in a river. Garrett had been struggling to avoid getting swept away. Dirk was staring at him from the air, his feet hovering over the rushing water.
âYou will see me again and youâll always be mine,â Dirk had said.
Garrett had spent the prior year telling himself that it wasnât Dirk himself speaking to him, but just a dreamâthe normal kind, elicited by a worried mind and not a sorcerer.
His phone vibrated. Garrett shivered. He didnât recognize the number, but somehow he knew who was on the other end.
âI just want to talk,â Dirk said. Garrett hadnât said hello when he answered the phone; Dirk had just begun speaking.
âNo,â Garrett said. âNo, just leave me alone. Please!â
âYouâre being incredibly judgmental,â Dirk said. âAnd Iâve done nothing to earn this treatment from you. You were happy, but youâre judging me from what I am, not what Iâve done.â
âWhatever it is youâve done, I donât want anything to do with it,â Garrett said. âPeriod.â
There was a moment of silence, then Dirk chuckled.
âHowâs your boyfriend? Still enormous?â Dirk asked.
Garrett spat threw clenched teeth, âYou leave him out of this! Donât do anything to him! He has nothing to do with this!â
âUnfortunately, heâs involved. Until you speak to me⌠heâll become less than what he is. Mark my words.â
Garrett paused. âDonât you dare!â he said in a hushed voice. âDonât do ANYTHINGâŚâ
âNOW do you want to talk to me?â Dirk said. âJust one hour. Coffee. I want to explain where Iâve been, how Iâve changed, and I want to discuss US.â
âThere is NO fucking âUS!ââ Garrett shouted. He hung up his phone and turned it off.
*
Garrett and Colby had exchanged apartment keys the day before. He held the freshly cut copper key in his hand as he knocked on his boyfriendâs apartment door. âBabe?â he asked, with no response. Colby hadnât responded to any of his texts. He took a deep breath before inserting the key.
âMaybe he lost his phone,â Garrett said as he held air in his lungs. âMaybe he took a nap after the gym. Dirk is just a manipulator. Heâs not really a witch, heâs just controlling and manipulative and the âwitchâ thing is my way of coping with itâŚâ
In the year since heâd moved, Garrett had gone to twice-weekly therapy sessions. He had felt he had made true progress, especially when he opened up to Colby and allowed himself to be vulnerable in a new relationship, but the moment Dirk reappeared, all that inner-strength just dissolved.
He was grateful that Colbyâs TV was on; that meant he was home. âBABE?â Garrett shouted as he checked the kitchen and Colbyâs bedroom. The big manâs apartment was only a few rooms.
âIâm⌠Iâm in here!â Colby shouted back from the bathroom.
âOh, god, thank god⌠I was so worried⌠Dirk called, and he said the weirdestâŚâ Garrett put his hand on the doorknob to the bathroom.
âNO, DONâT OPEN IT!â Colby shouted back. Garrett froze.
âWait, why? Whatâs wrong?â Garrett said, the pit in his stomach returning.
âI⌠I donât know. I think I need to see a⌠maybe a doctor? Or something, but⌠I donât want you to see me like this.â
The two stood silently on opposite sides of the door for a few moments. Garrett was desperate to know what was wrong.
âIâll call 911,â Garrett said, sliding his phone from his pocket.
âWait, not⌠NOT YETâŚâ Colby shouted back. âI think I just want you to leave for a bit, okay? And⌠weâll talk later. Iâll go to the doctor myself.â
Despite Colbyâs wishes, Garrett threw open the door. His boyfriend was standing there, a towel draped around his waist, his powerful muscles and firm musclegut all exposed and as beautiful as Garrett remembered.
Then Garrett realized he was staring into Colbyâs eyes. They were the same height. Colbyâs head sunk as he wrapped his towel around himself, trying to cover his diminished naked form as much as he could.
All of Colbyâs muscles were there, his cock still a thick hose between his massive thighs, his arms still bulging next to a massive barrel chest. Without reference points, the change would have been impossible to notice. But Garrett remembered Colby filling up his small bathroom with his imposing presence. Now he had plenty of room to spare. The towel shouldnât be covering him as much as it was.
âOh my godâŚâ Garrett said. He took a step forward, but Colby backed away.
âA-at first, I-I just⌠couldnât lift as much at the gym. I thought I was feeling sick or something. Then as I was walking out, my shorts fell down. By the time I got homeâŚâ He looked down at himself, then up at Garrett. âFuck, weâre the same height, babeâŚâ
Garrett reached forward and hugged his boyfriend, shocked that he could get his arms around him for once. âItâs okay. Weâll fix this. I know what to do, I think.â
âHow is this possible?â Colby said. âI mean, Iâm not losing my mind, Iâm not dreaming⌠a guy doesnât just⌠get smaller, does he?â
Garrett took a step back. âItâs kind of a long story,â he said, âbut it has to do with Dirk. I told you he wasnât normal, right? Well, a long time agoâŚâ Garrett gasped as he realized he now could see over Colbyâs head. He was at least an inch shorter than before. The burly man hadnât noticed yet. âI donât know if weâll have time, so Iâll explain on the way.â
*
It was obvious Colby couldnât wear his own clothes as soon as he yanked up a pair of boxers. He stood shocked, holding the waistband wide around his diminished waist while his still-muscular thighs swam in the leg holes. He tried a tank-top as a shirt, pulling a belt around his waist, but Garrett remembered heâd left a t-shirt and shorts behind.
Colby squeezed into it; even at around Garrettâs height, his body was still swollen with bulk. The shirt was skin-tight around his bulging torso, only covering to just above his hairy navel. The shorts looked panted on, and with each step Garrett could hear threads popping. However, by the time they got out to the car, Colby seemed less uncomfortable than when heâd first pulled the clothes on. Garrett knew what that meant.
âWhere does he want to talk?â Colby asked as he sat in the car, looking around at all the space he had.
âCoffee shop,â Garrett said. âAnd Iâm grateful, because there will be people around.â
âDonât worry,â Colby said, taking Garrettâs hand. âWeâll talk him out of this.â
Garrettâs eyes went wide at how small Colbyâs fingers were compared to his. âBabe, you donât have to come in.â
âI want to,â Colby said. âI may not be as big as before, but Iâm still a freaking house!â He flexed his arms, bouncing his pecs. When he lowered his hands, Garrett noticed that the shirt and shorts were now meeting at the waist, and neither seemed so tight anymore.
âIâll hurry,â Garrett said.
Garrett sprinted from the car to the front door of the coffee shop, pausing when he realized that Colby (now only nipple-high to Garrett) had to hustle to maintain his pace. Colby was holding his shorts up with both hands as Garrett held the door for him.
Dirk was seated at a table with a pleasant smile on his face. He gestured to the chairs at his table as Garrett approached.
âI got you both coffees,â Dirk said. âNitro cold brew for you, Garrettâyour favoriteâand a single shot of espresso for the big man.â He picked up the tiny mug and smirked. âItâll be regular-sized for you pretty soon, wonât it?â
âHey, man,â Colby said, shaking his head. âYou think this is funny? Fucking around with peopleâs lives like this?â
âIâm here, weâre talking,â Garrett said. âSo turn him back.â
Dirk shook his head, wagging his finger. âI believe, the night we met, Mr. Big-Stuff over here,â he said, gesturing to Colby, who was still slowly diminishing in his seat, âthreatened violence against me. Is that true, Muscle-Man?â
âYeah, cuz you hurt my man!â Colby said.
âYou think thatâs true?â Dirk said, raising an eyebrow. The dark-haired man glanced at Garrett. âWhat exactly did you tell him about us?â
âNothing,â Garrett snapped. âI didnât tell him anything. I didnât have a chance.â
âNow, thatâs not true at all!â Dirk said, clapping his hands. âIâm a âmanipulatorâ--I get âin your head,â âliterally,â right, Garrett?â Garrett sighed. This was just like Dirkâasking a question he already knew the answer too. Garrett wondered exactly what Dirk could see, since he could clearly spy on them without being near them. Could he read their thoughts?
âHow about this,â Dirk said, standing up. âColby, my gentleman friend, I understand that you were only standing up for your boyfriend which is a perfectly rational response. If youâd like, right now, you may take one free shot at meâand if you hit me, Iâll put you back to normal and leave you both alone. Sound like a deal?â
Colby hopped out of his seat, shocked to realize that his chin was at the same height as the table. He glanced back at Garrett, then up at the ceiling and around the coffee shop. Everything must have looked so huge to the man who was used to looking down on everything.
âDonât worry,â Dirk said, gesturing around. âThey canât notice a thing out of the ordinary, thanks to me.â He rolled up his sleeves, stepped away from the table, and smiled. âNow, Mr. Muscles, letâs see what lifting all those weights has given you. Come at me!â
Colby gritted his teeth and charged, but upon taking a step his shorts fell down around his ankles. He hesitated, his swinging fist connecting with only air. Dirk laughed and gave the much smaller man a shove. Colby grunted and fell backwards, his feet tangled in his clothes.
âGo to the bathroom,â Dirk said with a snap of his fingers. âYour clothes fit for the moment.â In an instant, the outfit snapped to Colbyâs height (his eyes just barely able to see over the table). Colby seemed shocked at the change, even moreso when his body seemed to obey Dirk on its own. He walked toward the bathroom, looking back with panicked eyes before reaching up to grab the handle.
âWhy are you doing this?â
âHe wanted to hit me,â Dirk said.
âYou said youâd leave us alone if he did!â
âThey were foolish terms,â Dirk said, stirring his mug of coffee with his pinky finger. âHe could have chosen words but he chose violence. So in my opinion, he deserves what heâs getting.â He slid his mug of coffee forward. The surface of the murky liquid reflected an image now, as little Colby walked into the restroom and approached the urinal. He glanced up at the two men at the urinals flanking himâeach of them literally twice Colbyâs heightâstared down at him.
âThose are guys he threw out of his bar recently,â Dirk said with a wink. âLetâs listen in.â
âYou psychopath!â Garrett shot back, but as Dirk snapped his fingers, the image in the mug suddenly had sound accompanying it.
âJesus, Will, look at this shrimpy little fuck right here!â said the thug on the right to his buddy on Colbyâs left. The shrunken little powerlifter glanced up at the two men anxiously, but then turned his attention to the urinal before him, hoping to finish peeing before the situation escalated.
âHey, little bro!â said the one on the right. âLook at all those muscles you built, but youâre STILL tiny as fuck!â
âThey donât recognize him,â Dirk said with a wink. âLucky for him, or theyâd probably want revenge! But how could they realize heâs the same guy who launched them with one hand when heâd probably hurt himself lifting the toilet seat now?â
âWow, look at his tiny little dick, too!â said the thug on the right as Colbyâs face burned red. âAlways the guys with the muscles have the tiniest dicks.â
âBet his little pinky is a WHOPPER next to the shriveled dick on that meathead asshole from that shitty bar!â
As the conversation continued, Colbyâs height had dwindled to the point that he had to lean back, arcing his pee stream up into the urinal.
âHere, lemme give you a hand,â said the thug on the right, now finished. He zipped up, then reached down and plucked Colby up by the armpits, holding him up so he could finish peeing. âJesus, christ, youâre a dense little fucker, are you?â
âNot for long,â Dirk said with a wink. The image in the mug dissipated.
âIf they hurt himââ
âThey wonât,â Dirk said. âI just wanted to tease him a bit.â
âHe doesnât deserve this!â
âSure he doesnât! But Iâm the ex-boyfriend and Iâm jealous of the new guy,â Dirk said with a shrug. âWhyâd you have to go and replace me with a guy like THAT? Muscles AND a great personality?â
Colby left the bathroomânow so small he had to lean against the door with all of his weight just to get it openâand walked back to the table, now TERRIFIED of the ENORMOUS people looming over him. He was only about two feet tall now, and whatever spell had kept the clothing tight to his body had ended, and the clothes were now starting to billow around him again.
âDonât you feel silly for trying to fight me?â Dirk said, grabbing Colby like he was a child and setting him right on the table, leaving his now-oversized shoes behind. âTHERE you go. Sit down here, so we can chat⌠at least as long as youâre visible!â
âWeâre talking!â Garrett said. âYou said if we talked, youâd end this.â
Dirk shook his head. âNo, weâre not talking. YOUâRE just snapping at me. You donât want to discuss what I had in mind. In fact, youâre only here to try to convince me to reverse THIS whole thing.â He turned his finger in a spiral in Colbyâs direction. The shrinking seemed to hasten for a moment; Colbyâs legs shrank into the shorts, his feet no longer visible. Likewise his arms had pulled into his shirt, only his little head poking out.
âHey, wait, slow it down!â
âI want to talk to YOU, little man,â Dirk said, snatching the clothes and shaking them until Colbyânow just twelve inches tall, and nakedâtumbled onto the table.
âWait, Iââ A scarf suddenly appeared, looping around Garrettâs face and suddenly squeezing tightly, muffling him.
âNow, ask me anything, while youâre still big enough that I can hear you,â Dirk said, placing his head in his hands as he looked down on the shrunken muscleguy.
âUh-uhâŚâ Colby said, both hands over his junk as he stared up at his loverâs ex. âHow can you do all this? This⌠magic stuff.â
Dirk smiled and sipped his coffee casually. âExcellent question. I had a natural talent for magic at a young age, but I had no idea what potential I had⌠or even that magic was real! As I grew older, I researched finding a coven but none would take a man. So, I taught myself, and kept it a secret.â He shot an icy glare at Garrett, who tried to stand but found scarves tied around his legs, binding him to the chair. âWould you believe, Mr. Wonderful NEVER even asked me why I could do the things I did?â
âWhy did you guys break up?â Colby asked.
Dirk let out a deep sighâa hurricane-force wind to little Colby. âWellâŚâ He paused as he set his coffee mug down. âCould you put a few splenda in my coffee for me?â Colby looked over at the nearby sugar caddy. He dragged a few yellow packets out, carried them to the coffee mug, then tore them open, dumping the contents in. âAnd stir it please. Thank you.â Colby did as he was told, grabbing a spoon that was nearly as tall as he was and using it to stir the coffee.
Dirk took a sip. He smiled. âPerfect. Anyway, we didnât EXACTLY break up. Garrett just⌠left. He had grown suspicious of me because I was keeping some secretsâthat is, that I was a practicing witch, something I wasnât ready to come out about at the timeâand then he started snooping. He found something shocking in our basement and just left without even talking to me about it. And we were in a relationship for five years! FIVE YEARS!â
Colby glanced back at Garrett with soft eyes. âFive years?â the little man said. Garrett wondered if Colby knew that he was still getting smallerâthat it wouldnât be long until he literally wasnât big enough to be seen!
âI was about to propose,â Dirk said with a sigh, staring away wistfully. âI had a ring and everything. First, I had to come clean about the witchcraft, of course⌠and then there was the thing in the basement.â Dirk glanced over at Garrett, who was still struggling against his bonds. âAfter knowing me for so long, and finding my books of spells, your FIRST thought was that I was the one responsible for your nightmares, wasnât it? Your FIRST thought was that I must have been using magic evilly, wasnât it?â
âIt wasnât?â Colby asked.
âNo, it wasnât,â Dirk said. âThere was a shrine in the basement of our apartment. Our landlady was worshiping a very powerful malevolent force, and we had the bad luck of renting from her. I was doing what I could do fight the force. Garrett, here, was my lifeline. Iâd bound myself to his energy to keep me safe when I went to battle the dark forceâŚâ He plucked a small silver ring from his pocket. âThis was the talisman I used to bind my energy to his. It was the ring I was going to propose with.â
âWow,â Colby said. âThis is a LOT of informationâŚâ
âYes,â Dirk said, nodding. He handed the ring to Colby, who, now only four inches tall, struggled to hold it. âIt was. And if Garrett had just remained behind to ask me, the love of his life, any of these questions⌠if he had waited just a single day longer before he left me⌠he would have had all of the answers, and I would have triumphed over that vile evil. As it was, when I went to battle it, my lifeline was long gone. It dragged me to another plane of existence⌠twisted me in a million different directions for what seemed like millennia⌠until it spit me out, what on this plane of existence was only six months later.â
Colby grunted as the ring became too heavy for him. It hit the table and started to roll away. Dirk snatched it up.
âI spent all that time clinging to the memory of my love, only to emerge after all that to find he was off telling a therapist what a monster I was⌠dating a new man I couldnât hope to compete with!â Dirk looked down at Colby, now only two-inches tall. âWell, I guess THAT isnât true anymore, is it?â He brought a thumb down on the bug-sized brute, who, despite his bulging muscles, couldnât resist the strenght in a single regular-sized thumb. âSee? No competition at all.â
The scarves suddenly vanished, but Garrett had nothing to say. He was pale, dumb-founded. Part of him wanted to believe that Dirk was manipulating them, telling them more lies, but another part of him was drowning in the shame of what he had done to a man he used to love.
âSo what do you say?â Dirk said. âNow that you know the truth⌠will you marry me? Iâll squash this little guy into a stain,â he said, applying a gentle pressure with his thumb, eliciting a loud grunt from Colby (who was barely visible beneath it). âAnd we can pick up where we left off?â
âIâm⌠Iâm so sorry,â Garrett said. âBut Colby has nothing to do with this. You canât hurt him!â
Dirk removed his thumb from the struggling little man. He leaned forward and stared at Garrett deeply, seeming to study him. Garrett felt like Dirk was staring through him. âEven now, you doubt the truth of what I say. Iâm pouring my heart out to you, and you still think Iâm evil.â He tossed the gold ring down at Colby, who was now just a half-inch tall. The ring fell around him. A moment later, he had shrunk more, and the ring was now a pen, trapping him in its confines.
âIâve suffered a million times what you BELIEVE youâve gone through,â Dirk said, scooting his chair away from the table. âAnd still you believe yourself the victim. And just for the record, I am truly only here for work. Iâm dismantling a small coven, but I was given permission to exact a little well-earned vengeance.â
Garrett stood up and gazed down at the ring. Colby was still in there, just a speck and still shrinking. He was covering his ears; the sounds of the giant world around him must have been deafening.
Dirk waved his hand through the air, which suddenly turned frosty. âIâve said my piece, now Iâll let you live your life⌠but I canât possibly let it go back to exactly what it was before. You have to have something to remember me by.â
Garrett blinked. The sounds of the coffee shop seemed so far away. He felt like he was falling. When his vision finally focused, he found himself outside Colbyâs apartment, his key in his hand. He glanced at his watch; he had somehow gone back in time! (Or had he dreamed the shrinking at the coffee shop?)
âBabe?â he called out, banging on the door. With no hesitation this time, he slid his key in the lock. He burst into the apartmentâthe TV was onâand searched for Colby. âColby, babeâŚâ
âBabe, donât come in here!â boomed a loud voice from the bathroom.
âOh god, no,â Garrett said. âAre you shrinking?â
âN-no, not exactly,â said Colby, his voice seeming to thunder through the wall.
Garrett threw the door open, his eyes going wide when he saw Colby on his knees, so big it looked like he may not fit through the door.
âBabe, something happened,â Colby said. âLook out!â He slid one arm through the door, then tried to fit the rest of himself. The wood creaked and splintered as he burst through it. When he was out, he tried to stand, hitting his head on the ceiling while he was still bent over.
Colby appeared to be nearly 8 feet tall, his musclebound body enlarged proportionately. The floor creaked below him; he had to weigh over 600 pounds!
âAt least⌠at least youâre not small!â Garrett said. He wanted to hug his boyfriend, but he was SO massive, he wasnât sure where to approach first. He finally settled on a single leg, embracing it like it was his whole boyfriend.
âBabe, this is going to⌠take some getting used to!â Colby said. âI think I may need a new apartmentâŚâ
âBouncing will be a lot easier though!â Garrett said, trying to remain positive.
âYou think you can handle dating a freaking GIANT?â Colby boomed. As he asked that, Garrettâs eyes fell to the enormous piece of meat between Colbyâs legs, big as an arm. There was nowhere on Garrettâs body that could fit such a freakishly gigantic organ.
âWeâll⌠figure something out,â Garrett said as he watched the humongous cock starting to pulse and inflate with blood. Dirk certainly left him something to remember him byâŚ
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TBoneSF
One of your best. Consider continuing this either with Colby or Dirk or both. Maybe Colby and Garrett decide to marry and Dirk shows up to give them a "wedding gift"
Lwb U
Love this ~
