I dress with my tighter clothes, that way they won’t fall. Sadly, I have to wear a uniform while working. I almost get to the restaurant late. With my new physic it’s more tiresome to cycle all the way here. I go to my locker and change quickly. Luckly, the uniform has a belt, up to now I only wear it as a compliment, but today I have to really use it and even bend my trousers a bit, they are too long.
Spring it’s beginning, so the weather allows to wear either summer or winter clothes. I normally wear summer clothes, especially my short pyjamas, like the one Clark was wearing, grey shorts and a grey t-shirt, basic but it fit him well with all the muscle he is putting on. Why am I thinking of him now?
I force myself to think of something else. No one seems to notice I’m shorter, apparently Clark’s powers work even here, but that doesn’t change the fact that for me everything is a bit bigger now. It may sound silly, but when you become 4 inches shorter in a few hours you don’t have time to adapt to the spatial changes.
Normally I’m quite clumsy in the restaurant, I don’t have much experience, but today I’m a fucking disaster. I drop glasses and plates, trip on my trousers, hit some tables, …
I got very frustrated, my boss gets angry and my coworker, Randy gets a good laughter. When our shift is over, Randy and I get to the locker room. He reminds me of every mistake I’ve done today. At some point, I get angry and turn around to yell at him. But then my boxers fall, all my clothes feel too big. When my boxers fall, Randy stays quiet looking at my dick, and then says “Guess some people are just unlucky in every way” and laughs again.
I try to cover myself, realizing for the first time that my cock is also getting smaller, how much have I shrinked? Didn’t Clark say that it would stop if I wasn’t a betta? Am I one? I get dressed and get out of there as fast as I can, cycling back home as if I’m in a race. I can already feel that I need to adjust my bike seat again.
When I get home, I find Clark in the living room doing push ups without his shirt on. It’s night and my parents are probably asleep. When I close the door and star walking to him angrily, he just gets up with a big smile in his face.
“I’ve missed you, Kev”
He hugs me before I can say or do anything else. He is so sweety, but he smells so good, kind of addictive. I can feel how strong he is becoming, his pecs pop out and his shoulders are like big as a coconuts. I quickly forget that I’m angry and just hugs him back. It’s so warm, even though I was saying I’m more of a summer clothes guy, today I feel cold and hugging Clark feels like taking a warm shower in winter. Then I notice two things.
One, now I only reach Clark’s shoulder. His chin is too high.
Two, I can feel something hard pressing against my stomach.
I finally take a step bac to look at him. He is so fucking handsome. His hair is quite short now, his eyes are dark blue and he is growing a bit of hair in his legs and belly bottom (pointing down). Also, you can see all his well-defined muscles and when he scratches his head wondering why I am so quiet, I see some hair in his armpits and a huge biceps flex. In one day, his biceps are already as big as my calves.
“Are you done looking? Not that I mind but I’m starving”
“Oh, sorry. You just look so hot”
Fuck, what am I saying? I turn completely red, and he laughs, his smile is so fucking cute. He doesn’t sound or look like me anymore, he is like a big brother that plays rugby or something. He steps closer to me and one of his hands reaches my face tenderly.
“Thanks cutie, I’m glad you like the changes. It’s thanks to you that I’m looking this good anyways” True, I forgot he is feeding on me to get bigger “Did you bring dinner?”
“Oh shit, I forgot the food at the restaurant”
I told Clark I would bring some food after working in the restaurant, but after what happened with Randy I forgot. Suddenly, Clark’s expression changes. It’s the first time he looks at me like that, disappointed, angry,… He doesn’t say anything, but I feel like I let him down.
“I’ll cook something for you” I say quickly trying to make it up for him
“Really?”
“Yes, of course, it’s the least I can do”
“Thanks, Kev, I’m so hungry”
He leans down a bit and kisses my forehead. I feel like I’m about to explode. I have never really been in love, I did like some girls but just physically, what Clark is making me feel it’s in another level. I quickly go to the kitchen to make dinner. There isn’t much to cook but a ham omelette and smash potatoes should be enough. I feel nervous while cooking, Clark is just in the doorframe looking at me. He has put on back a t-shit. He is wearing one of my sport shorts and an old AC/DC t-shirt, both too small for him, I can almost see his belly button, the t-shirt is more like a crop top. The hair that he has grown in that area points down, and when I look in that direction, I see a big bulge, clearly the shorts are too small as well.
“Check the eggs” I’m suddenly thrown away when he says that.
“WHAT!? I wasn’t looking at that?”
I’m all red again and he smiles at me.
“The omelette, Kev, check the eggs, they are going to get burned”
“Oh fuck”
Oh my god, it feels like he knows what I’m thinking all the time. He looks so confident, so different from this morning. On the other hand, I’m a mess, I feel like I can’t do anything wright, but still, I want to do as much as I can for him.
“Are you okay?”
I feel Clark’s hands on my shoulders, his hands had gotten so big too.
“Yeah, I’m fine”
“No, I know you are not, has something happened?”
When he asks like that and rubs his hands tenderly on my shoulders, I can’t stop myself and start complaining about my shift. I tell Clark about all my mistakes and how hard it’s been being smaller (but I don’t tell him about Randy). Clark just keeps me company while I cook and complain, being very supportive. By the time I finish cooking, I feel way better. We sit down in the small table that we have in the kitchen (there isn’t any in the living room). I look at Clark while he eats, mesmerized. What an interesting creature. It’s hard to feel any bad feelings for him, even when he is almost like a parasite. I guess we are truly bonded. Then Clark finishes eating, and I realize, I haven’t eaten anything. He also notices.
“Sorry, Kev, I was so hungry I didn’t leave anything for you”
“Don’t worry, I’ll eat a sandwich”
I stand up and try to reach the bread, once again, I can’t. Then I feel Clark behind me again, but instead of grabbing the bread, he grabs me by my wrist and turns me around.
“You can’t eat sandwiches for every meal, that’s not healthy. Here, let me help”
Before I can’t react, Clark grabs my head with hi free hand and pulls me to his. He kisses me. I try to resist, but he is stronger, and it actually feels good. We start making out, well it’s more like he is fucking my mouth. His tongue is big and explores all my mouth. Then, I feel full.
“There, that should do”
“What? What was that?”
“I transferred some nutrients to you and erased your hunger. Basically, I shared my meal, a tiny portion at least, hahaha”
“That… wasn’t too bad”
“Glad you like it, I can do it whenever you want”
I become very nervous, why do I feel like this with him? I like girls, why do I think he is so hot. Also, why am I already at his chest level?
“How tall are you now?”
“I’m 6’3”, maybe a bit taller”
“Which means…”
“That you are 5’1”,. You must be enjoying this, usually the difference stops sooner”
“What? I’m not.”
“Come on, I can’t read you like other people, put I know that you like this”
Clark flexes his biceps in a bodybuilder pose. The AC/DC shirt barely resisting the stretch in both biceps and pecs, leaves Clark’s belly to the air. He is so big and strong, he doesn’t have a skinny belly, but you can see the abs, looking amazing.
“I’m, I’m not. Since when are you getting so cocky?”
“Sorry, I don’t want to make you feel bad, I thought you might enjoy it. To be honest, it’s getting hard to control myself. I’m not only taking your height or muscle structure, but I’m also getting manlier and dominant, remember? It’s like I’m taking your hormones as well. I’m growing hair and I really want to...”
“To what?”
“You know… have sex”
“Sex? With me?”
“I’m a virgin too, you know. And you are getting very submissive, Kev. I can’t stop getting more dominant”
“Oh, there you go again, blaming me”
“I’m not blaming, but this exchange depends on you, I’m only receiving, at least for now 😉”
“Clark!”
I turn completely red and scream too loud. My dad gets out of his room.
“Boys! We are trying to sleep, go to bed!”
“Yes dad” We reply at the same time
Once in my room, I think for the first time that there is only one bed. However, this doesn’t look like a problem to Clark, he starts to get undressed right in front of me. I quickly grab my pyjama and go to the bathroom.
I look at my reflection for the first time since this morning. My hair looks longer, almost like if it doesn’t shrink along my body, but also, it’s full of white hairs. This could make me look like and old man, but it’s just the opposite, my face looks smooth and cute, with no wrinkles or acne. I’m now more aware of how small I’m getting and then I remember my interaction with Randy. I look inside my boxers, my cock it’s barely 2” long, and my balls very small, like small grapes.
Suddenly the door opens, Clark comes in just wearing a towel and finds me looking at my small dick. There is a moment of silence, and he closes the door, coming closer to me. As the rest of the house, the bathroom is small. He comes closer to me and looks at my package.
“So that’s what bothered you. You don’t have to worry about that Kev. I don’t care how big you are down there”
“I don’t care what you think, It’s about what I think”
“No, I don’t think so”
He smiles at me again, his know-it-all smile. He notices how I’m checking his body and his package and he drops the towel revealing a 7” semi-hard that starts growing while I watch it. I step back but there is no more space in the bathroom. Clark puts his hands on the wall over me, I can see his full body towering, I can smell his armpits, the sweat from his training. My 2 incher grows to 3 “, I guess that’s my biggest now. He seems to enjoy the situation and his bock grows in to a fucking 10 “ monster.
“Why don’t you feel it, Kev. We both know you want to, it’s just us, no one will judge you. Com on”
He comes a bit closer, now his elbows touching the wall at both sides of my face. I can’t resist, he is fucking amazing. I have never touched a dick besides mine, but I know this is something else. His dick is huge, especially in my reduced hands. I start to stroke him, he moans and whispers to me.
“Fuck yeah, Kev. You are the best. Come on, stroke that monster cock, you know you love it. Yes, use both hands, they are small after all”
We stay like that for some time, he whispers more dirty stuff that makes me even more horny. At some point que also strokes my cock, but he only needs his fingers, no palm. I can’t take it anymore and when I’m about to finish he stops and steps back.
“Let’s finish this properly, suck it”
“What?”
“You heard me, bitch. Suck my cock”
“No, I don’t want to…”
“Well, then go out, I’m goanna shower”
“What? No, Clark, let’s finish like we were doing, come on”
“No, I want you to suck it”
“I’m not doing it”
“Fine, see you in a bit”
He grabs me and takes me out of the bathroom in one smooth movement and closes the door. I stay there for a second, trying to process what happened, naked. The cold night air chills me and I miss Clark’s heat. I knock on the door, almost crying, asking for a new chance. I hear the shower turning on and I can’t take it any longer.
“Fine, you win. I’ll do it, please let me in, Clark”
The water flow stops and I hear his voice.
“You’ll do what?
“You know”
“No, Kev. Say it”
“I… I’ll suck your cock”
“No, beg for it. If you want it, work for it”
“Ehm, okay” I start crying and get down on my knees even though he doesn’t see me “Please Clark, let me suck your big cock. I really want to have your monster in my mouth. Please, finish in my mouth, I want your cum. Please Clark”
The door opens, Clark drags me in and puts me against the door, still on my knees. He quickly puts his cock head in my mouth. It’s so fucking big. Just his head it’s almost like my entire cock, not only long but thick. I start sucking. I notice that he is not wet, he just baited me with the shower, what a fucker.
At first, he lets me suck it at my rhythm, but he starts to get hornier. He thrust his cock to my mouth. My head slams against the door. I can’t deny it, I’m loving it. He gets more aggressive and every time he puts more and more of his 10” monster in my mouth and down my throat. I feel like it’s not the first time I do this, it feels natural sucking his cock. That doesn’t mean I’m not struggling, It’s so much meat.
Then, Clark starts to be rough. He starts fucking my throat, all his meat goes in and out rapidly, leaving me no time to breath. I can’t take it anymore and cum all over the bathroom floor, but it’s not much to be fair, my balls don’t produce much cum. My heat slams against the door repeatedly until he cums. There is so much of it. With the head of his cock still in my mouth, I can taste everything, and the sweet liquid starts to fall from my full mouth.
When all of it is out of his balls (or rather, inside me), Clark takes his cock out and gets down to look me in the face.
“Oh my god! You are the best babe. Swallow for me” I do as he says “I love you”
Clark kisses me, almost like when we were in the kitchen, but more soft, more romantic, but still dominating. I can’t resist to him. He is all I want. I get lost in his kiss, his smell, the taste of his mouth and his beautiful cock.
“I love you too”
I say it without thinking, but before I regret it, I see his face, his smile. Clark looks so happy that I’m sure I do love him.
After that, he helps me to stand up and clean myself. We shower together and he is not farther than 2 inches from me at all times (hugging, kissing, saying the sweetest things,…) I have never felt so loved. I hug Clark tenderly after the shower, normally it’s him who gives hugs and kisses, so when I do it, I can actually feel his happiness (the bond is growing). He picks me up in a hug and takes me to our room.
We fall asleep in my small bed, Clark being the big spoon. Maybe I can get used to being the betta after all, at least if it means that we are together alone like this.
Part 3, End.
