Equal parts scared and aroused, but mostly petrified, Stan said the first thing his terrified little brain could formulate. "No!"
He immediately regretted his decision.
"Oh really pipsqueak?" Mark inquired with a hint of sadistic glee. "What makes you think you have a choice?"
No sooner had Mark's thinly veiled threat slipped from his lips when Stan began trying his hardest to escape the confines of fabric and flesh that made his prison, wincing as the prodigious 10 inch member below his miniscule form slowly began to rise from his stimulating presence. Stan had always assumed that Mark had an overactive thyroid or something, but he never imagined that his penis was such a monster. "Please Mark, I'm sorry, just let me go! I'll get you some new headphones with my own money I swear!"
Mark simply chuckled in response as he carefully maneuvered himself to the bed and began to remove his boxer shorts, his throbbing erection now apparent to the world, replete with a tiny human clinging to the cock for dear life. "Truth be told, even if you hadn't fucked up my ear buds, there's no way I would miss an opportunity like this..." With agonizing languidness he reached out to his phallus and grasped the shaft with his left hand, almost complete enveloping Stan in his gargantuan palm, and using his right to prop himself up against the headboard.
Stan whimpered as his world slowly went dark and flesh met him from all directions, squeezing him simultaneously into both the penis he clung to and the hand that wrapped around him. Instantly the temperature soared as his sweat began to mingle with that of Mark, and soon enough a rythmic motion began.
"Oh yeah, that's it. This is much better than if you had done it yourself." Mark stated nonchalantly. He shuddered as he felt Stan wriggle and writhe beneath his grip, tickling his sensitive foreskin with every little spasm. Pretty soon Mark began picking up speed, delighting in the power he now held over his foster brother. The feeling of absolute domination over an miniature human being was indescribably erotic. Every little twitch from either his own muscles or Stan's pathetic attempts to escape sent Mark ever closer to spiraling over the edge.
Suddenly something changed. The horny giant still felt the struggles of the micro person against his most intimate regions for sure, but they weren't quite as strong or far reaching. A quick glance inside his hand revealed a shocking truth.
Somehow Stan had gotten two inches smaller.
"Guess the pill wasn't quite done yet." Mark chided, removing his hand from his member and bringing Stan closer to his face. His loins yearned for release but this development was too interesting to ignore. "You're fun sized now!"
The tiny boy was at the verge of tears at this point. Was he going to get even smaller? Was Mark just going to keep abusing him for hours on end? "Mark, let me go, please." He whimpered softly, too quiet for his older brother to hear.
The giant's mouth then contorted into its most sadistic expression yet. "So. Do you want me to get the sounding toys or do you want to try something else?"
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