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Nick pulled his cock through his fly and slapped it against Austin's face. Austin's slid his fingers under the waist of Nick's jeans.

"Take them off," he breathed.

Nick glanced at the bathroom door. "Someone could come in," he said.

"I want to see," said Austin, tugging at the waist of Nick's jeans.

Nick took his Austin's hands and guided them out of of his waistband and around the back to cup his ass. "Another time." He pushed his finger into Austin's mouth, nudged the kneeling man's jaw open and started to feed him his eight throbbing inches.

Austin moaned as he began to suck, squeezing Nick's ass through his jeans.

"Yeah, suck that cock," said Nick. "Suck me on down."

Austin grinned up at Nick. "You got it stud."

Then he attacked Nick's cock with his mouth and tongue. Nick let his head fall back, groaning. He ran his fingers through Austin's hair as the other man hoovered him like he'd never felt before.

If he'd kept his eyes open he might have noticed the glint in Austin's eye or the lines of the dark tiled wall slowly ascending, but his eyes were shut tight and only Austin could see him slowly collapsing into his ever baggier clothes.

Austin worked at the shrinking cock in his mouth. Nick sighed and moaned, oblivious. Ever smaller fingers stroked the back of Austin's head.

When he heard the metallic clink of his belt hitting the floor, Nick's eyes flew open. "What the hell?" He stared at the jeans pooled around his ankles, the droopy boxer briefs flagging around his calves, the sleeves of his t-shirt gathering at his wrists.

The giant man in front of him, crouching low to blow him, smiled through a mouthful of dick. Austin grabbed Nick under the arms and lifted him out of his jeans, ignoring Nick's protests. He opened his mouth wide and used his tongue to gather Nick's balls inside for the finale.

"Oh fuck!" Nick yelled as he started shooting. He felt Austin's nose sliding up his torso, knew he was getting smaller faster, but his orgasm was too intense for him to do anything. His remaining clothes billowed around him, held up by the tight lock Austin's mouth had on his dick.

He finished with a cry and lay panting against the giant face. Austin lifted him off and pulled away the rest of his clothes.

[male shrinking, implied female shrinking, male and female giants, crushing, pets]

It was Us Weekly that first broke the story. Ryan Gosling had shrunk down to about one foot tall in preparation for his role as Ken, just to "get in the head space of the character." Publicity photos of Gosling started coming out. Gosling enjoying a "hot tub" in a soup bowl. Gosling sitting in Eva Mendes's hand. Gosling smiling out through the cellophane window of pink box. He even appeared on the Today Show, seated in a miniature version of the set created especially for him, plugging the newly released shrink ray that made it possible.

Within hours, it became a huge Tiktok trend. Guys were putting on tiny shorts and cutoff shirts, dying their hair or finding wigs and shrinking down so they could post themselves mimicking Gosling's photos. Ken sales went through the roof--because people wanted the boxes. It seemed like any guy with even a small following was getting in on the trend.

As more people copied it, the scenarios got more elaborate. Ken's making the bed in Barbie's dream home. Ken drives a pink Corvette around the house. Ken takes a bath with Barbie's fingers. Ken gets carried around in Barbie's cleavage. The last one sparked a whole series of OnlyFans posts where Ken did things he'd never done before.

Some guys competed to outdo each other by branching out to other toys. Guys decked themselves out in cammo to be GI Joe. They put on their spandex Superman costumes and posed as the man of steel. One guy even got a friend to tie a wire around him and fly him through the air. That of course inspired copycats of its own, as did the Spiderman with the reusable adhesive stuck to his hands and feet.

They got ever more daring with their videos, and of course there were a few accidents along the way. Guys with popsicle stick splints on their broken limbs became a video meme all of its own.

The most famous accident was "Boot Crush Spiderman." College student Jeff Martin shrunk himself down extra small in his Spiderman costume, ostensibly to do 'Spiderman Fights Green Goblin Action Figure,' a fairly popular meme, only in Jeff's version his roommate comes along, yells "spider!" and stomps him. The stomping would be faked as Jeff would actually roll out of the way before the boot got him. Unfortunately, Jeff wasn't as quick on his feet as the real Spiderman and he ended up a sticky spot on his dorm room floor. The FTC was quick to issue a warning about the dangers of shrinking, but the video did wonderfully and "Boot Crush Spiderman" became Jeff's most popular video, posthumously.

Unfortunately, the Tiktokers were soon to learn, as Gosling had, that the shrink ray hadn't undergone the rigorous testing you might hope. It was great at making you smaller but the reversal feature was more than a bit lacking. Most of the Ken videos and the other variants were quickly followed up by videos of tiny angry men complaining about their permanent new stature. Since these posts were much more negative in tone, the algorithm mostly suppressed them and it took a while for word to get out that shrinking was a one way trip.

After that, the Ken posts dried up as quickly as they started, save for a few diehard posters who thought it was worth it for the likes. Verilian Industries, the manufacturer of the shrink ray, was quick to point out that the End User License Agreement, which everyone automatically agreed to by operating the shrink ray, did not guarantee reversal and the company wasn't responsible for any loss of size that occurred while using it. This protected them from most of the lawsuits, although there were a spate of "overshrinking" suits, cases where the ray had shrunk someone smaller than it claimed it would, and Verilian was forced to pay out on most of these. It was a small dent in the huge profits Verilian had amassed and while sales of the shrink ray fell off for a while, it would later see a resurgence among women as a non-lethal weapon of self-defense. Ryan Gosling had no license agreement to protect him, however, and he was entirely wiped out. Broke and unable to work at one foot tall, Gosling disappeared from public view. Eva Mendes, who had a savvy prenup and was insulated from Gosling's misfortune, told an interviewer that she was "happy to finally have Ryan all to herself."

The trend was over, but now came the question of what to do with this new population tiny men. They were helpless, unable to feed themselves, unable to live in a world far too large for them. In congress, a bill was proposed that would see the creation of a new city, sized for the shrunken men (the shrunKen, as they came to be known), as well as the much smaller population of women who had gotten in on the trend. Congress debated for a while, but in the end everyone agreed this sounded like a handout and it wasn't fair to people who hadn't shrunk, so the bill was scrapped. Instead, Congress passed an act that declared the men property and ordered the creation of a nationwide chain of pet stores where they would be sold off and the profits of returned to the relatives of the shrunKen to offset the costs their care had incurred. This was minus a "small" fee that would be collected by the private company that oversaw the shops, a fee which ultimately swallowed the sales almost completely. (It was years before an enterprising reporter at the New York Times traced the connection between Pets4U, the company that sold the shrunKen, and Verilian, through a complex network of holding companies. It took even longer for the same reporter to discover that Gosling's movie had been wholly financed by Verilian as well, but the reporter disappeared shortly after that with no trace except a strange, dark footprint next to his desk.)

That was how Grant Forrest found himself tiny, naked and occupying a small aquarium with four other guys. He'd been confident that his girlfriend would keep him hidden when the g-men came looking for him. He'd been mistaKen. Kim simply snatched him up by his Superman cape and handed him over to the dark suited men at their door, asking "When does the check arrive?" Kim would be disappointed when she found that her boyfriend wasn't the only thing that was tiny.

Grant was deposited in a small plastic box and a brief car ride later, he was handed over to the local Pets4U. The clerk who took him out of the box was a teenager. He had to be eighteen to work there, but there was no way he could be any older than that.

"Another Superman," he said, holding Grant in his hand. "Wait. I remember you, with the wires, right? You were the first one to fly?"

"Yeah," sighed Grant. "That was me."

"Funny stuff," said the kid. "Well good news for you, that video makes you worth a little extra."

The clerk started to peel his costume off.

"Hey! Wait!" said Grant, pushing back against the giant fingers.

"Sorry bro, no clothes for pets."

He stripped Grant naked, ignoring his yelling and struggling, and set him down on a stainless steel table. "Here's something you can wear."

It was a tiny collar. Attached to it was a small silver tag that said "I'm Special, Ask Me How!"

"I'm not wearing that!"

"Look dude, I can sedate you and lock a metal one on if you want, but I think you're going to like this one much better."

Grant sighed. What was one more humiliation. Naked and collared, Grant was deposited into a tank.

"Feeding time's in two hours, do your business in that bowl in the corner and don't cause problems," said the clerk as he walked away.

"Hey," said a fit looking guy with bleached blond hair. "What are you in for?"

"Superman," said Grant. "Ken?"

The guy nodded. "My boyfriend's idea. He thought it would be funny. When they came for me he said he'd come buy me back. That was a week ago."

"Shit," said Grant. "My girl said she'd hide me, but she handed me right over. I'm Grant, by the way."

"Mike. That's David, another Ken, and the smaller guy in the corner there is Russell. He's a Spiderman, but he hasn't figured out how to Spiderman out of this tank yet."

"I'll get it," said Russell. "I'm good at climbing."

"And then what?" said David.

Russell had no answer for that.

"So, Grant," said David, coming over to them. "I gotta ask. What makes you special?"

Grant rolled his eyes. "I'm the guy from 'Superman Flies.' The first one."

"Shit, I remember that!" said Mike. "My buddy decided to do a Superman just because of you!"

"Oh," said Grant. "Sorry."

People came and went, staring into the tanks, tapping on the glass. A few asked the clerk about Grant's tag. One couple asked to take him out. The clerk brought him to a small gated area and set him down on a table. The woman immediately picked him up.

"Isn't he precious! He even kind of looks like a Superman."

"He's eight hundred bucks babe," said the guy. "We can find one just as good for half that price."

The woman played with him a bit, holding him at different angles and moving his limbs around. Then she sighed.

"You're right. Let's keep looking." She leaned out and waved to the clerk. "Hey, we're done with him."

Grant went back to the tank.

It was just after feeding, a flavorless beige paste, that Grant heard a familiar voice.

"Grant?"

He looked out. It was a buddy of his.

"Jordan?" He ran to glass and pressed his hands on the tank.

"Shit dude, look at you! All tiny and in a fish tank." Jordan lifted his phone to take a picture.

"Hey! Don't!"

But Grant heard the camera sound.

"The guys are gonna love seeing this! No one's seen you since 'Superman Flies.'"

"Jordan! You can buy me! You can get me out of here!"

Jordan thought about it. "Maybe. Kathleen wants a shrunKen, but she might not mind if it was you. Maybe she'd even like it, she did tell me once she thought you were cute."

"Thank you Jordan, seriously dude, you don't know how much of a relief this is!"

"Hey," Jordan called to the clerk. "How much for this one here with the tag?"

The clerk told him.

"Jesus!" Jordan turned to Grant. "Sorry dude. I've got car repairs. But hey, uh, good luck!"

Jordan walked away.

It was late afternoon when a pair of men stopped to look in at him. They were both fit and tanned. One had dark brown hair, with a few small gray streaks at the temples. The other was blond and couldn't be more than twenty-eight or twenty-nine.

"Here's a couple of good ones," said the younger guy. "Look at that one." He pressed his finger against the glass and pointed at Mike. "He's a beefy Ken!"

"Yeah," said the older guy. "Look at this one though. He's not as jacked but I'd say better proportions. 'I'm special, ask me how.' Okay buddy, how are you special?"

Grant hesitated.

"Is he dumb?" said the younger guy.

"No!" said Grant. "I just… I can talk. I'm 'special,'" Grant used air quotes, "because I made the first 'Superman Flies' post."

The younger guy's eyes went wide. "No way! Babe, he's a rare! I've been looking for one all over! I really wanted the 'Ken Takes a Bath with Barbie's Fingers' guy, but 'Superman Flies' is pretty cool!"

The older guy smiled and put his hands on the younger guy's shoulders. "Sounds like we have a winner," he said. He motioned for the clerk who came over with a small cardboard box with holes in the top.

Grant realized he was being sold, just like that. To a gay couple. He didn't have a problem with gay guys, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be a pet for them.

Mike clapped him on the shoulder. "Welp, easy come easy go, eh buddy?" He saw Grant's face and he seemed to guess what he was thinking. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I was a married straight guy for five years before I met my boyfriend. You can adapt."

Grant stared at him. "Yeah…" he mumbled.

Then he was scooped out of the tank by the clerk and dropped into the box, which was folded shut.

"Here you are sir. With his food and cage that comes to eight eighty-seven fifty-two."

Grant listened as they paid. A few times he saw the younger guy looking at him through the holes in the box.

In the car the box was opened and the younger guy lifted him out. "What should we call him? I was thinking 'Chase,' originally, but he doesn't look like a Chase. I don't know."

"How about 'Clark,'" said the older guy.

"Yes! Oh my god, that's perfect. Clark! Hey Clark! I'm Kyle and this is my husband William."

"Uh… hey." said Grant.

"We have got to get you a little pair of glasses to wear, wouldn't that be hot babe? And like a little suit, I've seen outfits online for shrunKen."

William laughed. "He's yours so whatever you want."

"Thanks, hon. Really, I love him." Kyle laughed. "Isn't it funny? If my ray hadn't been dead, it could have been me in that tank! Would you have bought me back if that happened?"

"Maybe if there was a sale," said William.

Kyle smacked his arm. "You're so mean!"

CW: Crushing, Some Gore

Josh had his back against the wall. Tony had him cornered. Around the locker room, tiny football players were scattering, hiding under lockers or behind the garbage bin, or else they were smears on the ground, squashed by the sole of a vengeful nerd.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this. It was just supposed to be a couple guys who were in the way, quietly shrunk and removed so Josh and could advance like he was meant to. The university had a halfway decent team. There was a chance to get noticed, if he removed some inconvenient players from his path.

Instead, Tony and his friends had bust into the locker room after practice and started shrinking guys left and right. Big Calvin was the first, shrunk and squashed under the sole of Tony's left Chuck Taylor. The lineman was marching toward them issuing threats when Tony pointed a device like a TV remote and Calvin dwindled down to mouse size, squeaking epithets until… splat.

The squashing sent the room into chaos. Half-naked jocks scrambled in every direction to get away from the trio. Tony started firing at random and the husky shouting of Josh's teammates quickly dissolved into a cacophony of squeaks and squeals as guys shrank out of anything they happened to be wearing.

Josh was the only normal-sized player left and Tony was pointing the device at him with an unpleasant smile. The two others were wandering about the room, flattening stray players or else gathering them up into a big plastic box.

"Come on!" said Josh. "We had a deal! I got the device for you, don't shrink me!"

Tony shrugged. "What do you think guys?"

One of them, a red-head, turned. "Looks like a football player to me."

Tony grinned. "You heard the man. Prepare to get little, Joshy."

He fired. Josh's shout of "No!" slid up several octaves as he shrank down to a few inches tall.

He ran, through the opening of his briefs, down the tunnel of his jeans leg, into the open air of the locker room.

"Haha, look at him go!" said Tony.

He sprinted past the giants, toward the locker room door. If he got out, he might find a hiding place. He pushed hard, lungs burning, bare feet slapping against the tiled floor. The door was getting close and the opening beneath might be just big enough to squeeze under.

Smack! Down came the bristles of a broom, right onto him. He sprawled out on the floor.

As he lay there dazed, Tony stood over him and raised his foot. Josh stared at the treads of his sneaker. Bits of Calvin were still stuck there.

"No! Please! You can keep me! I-- I'll be a good pet! You'd like that, right? A pet jock you can make fun of! Please don't squash me!"

"Sorry Josh," came Tony's voice from beyond his shoe. "No one likes a rat."

Jake was halfway into his run when he came to an orange blockade. A guy in blue and white spandex stood next to a serious looking bike.

"Road's washed out by the river."

"Damn," said Jake. "I hate backtracking."

"There's a detour half mile back. Kind of steep. You look fit enough to handle it." The cyclist ran his eyes down Jake's body.

Jake looked him over. He was in good shape, definitely had a cyclist's legs, a bit older than Jake. Some fun in the woods could be just the thing, but Jake had a race coming and needed to get his training done. "I'll give that a try."

"Cairn marks the entrance. There's a tunnel through the hill. Make sure you take the tunnel, the other trails go deep into the woods."

Jake started back. He felt the guy's eyes on him. Maybe they'd meet up again sometime.

Half a mile on, Jake turned on a well-kept dirt path off the road. He was surprised he'd never seen it before. It was a slog, Jake hadn't been doing hill work, but he pushed on. The woods got thicker and darker. He wondered if he was lost, but then he came to a concrete tunnel. He wondered how a crew had gotten there to build it, and why.

Above the tunnel was a strange sign. Two arrows, one pointing up and one pointing down, and between them a line, thin at the top and thick at the bottom. Jake shook his head and started in. He could see daylight at the end. The woods were different on that side, he didn't recognize the trees there with bright green trunks.

As he got closer, something large rolled up next to the exit. Jake stopped and stared at it. It was like a Ferris wheel come loose, only the outer part was a dark tube with cubic protrusions all over. Jake couldn't figure out what it was, or what held it in place there. He waited and nothing happened, so he jogged on to take a look.

He emerged and saw it was attached to a large metal structure. Then something grabbed him from behind and he was hoisted high into the air by his shirt.

"Gotcha," said the cyclist. "Boy you made really good time, almost beat me here. Good thing you didn't, plenty of critters out here to make a meal of a little guy like you."

Jake shouted and struggled, terrified of the giant man and the yawning empty air below him.