Epilogues: Craig Morton

This story serves as an epilogue to this one.

Just when Craig thought he couldn’t take another moment of the stuffy, hot air inside the cramped pocked, huge fingers reached in, wrapped around him and yanked him out by the waist. He kicked his legs as he rose in the air to a sickening height. Everything was just a blur. He got a glimpse of his captor, Bennett’s sneering face before he was dropped into a tilted glass cylinder. He slid down its edge with a loud squeak. The cylinder was set roughly on a table and Craig peered through its edges.

Behind him was a massive, lit-up screen. It made Craig sick to think he was looking at a computer. The idea that he was so small, so insignificant, nauseated him. The cylinder was close to the edge of the table he was on. It was a long way to the floor… Craig would be killed instantly. Yet every step Bennett took in the room made the cylinder bounce and jiggle, inching toward the edge. Craig shoved against the cylinder to nudge it back. He was so small he couldn’t get it to move.

Craig was still in shock from what had happened in the hotel. Of course, being Lane’s captor had been a nightmare, but it certainly beat whatever Bennett had in store. Worse than getting snatched from Lane’s pocket by the man he was most afraid of was the sound of Lane screaming when Bennett smeared him with some kind of green gel. Lane had no idea what it was, but he knew it was causing some sort of change in him almost instantly. The two wrestled (while tiny Craig squeaked and shrieked, afraid to get squashed between the two giants) but then the gel took effect: Lane just… shrank out of sight. His scream had trailed off into silence as if he had gotten further and further away.

From Bennett’s hand, Craig had watched as his captor went through Lane’s bathrobe. He had expected a tiny companion at least, a little man as small as he was, but Bennett just chuckled. “Looks like he shrank so small he can’t be seen!” said the greasy creep. Craig shivered as he tried to imagine what that must be like for Lane, and what might happen to him now.

In Bennett’s apartment, the giant weirdo lowered a phone to the cylinder Craig stood in. Craig through up his big, muscular arms to shield his face as he heard the loud CLICK. He turned away, huddling into a ball as he heard the sounds of the camera snapping off. “Stop!” Craig shouted. “Don’t! Quit it!”

Bennett sighed and grabbed Craig’s glass tube. Once again, Craig tried not to throw up as he sailed through the air. Bennett lowered the tube next to a glass aquarium. Inside, two hairy tarantulas skittered around. They were the size of lions to Craig. Craig screamed as Bennett lifted his tube to the top of the aquarium and tilted it in. He made himself as wide as possible, flexing his big muscular body to stay inside the tube as it inverted. Luckily, it worked. Bennett brought him back to the table and set him down.

“Now, those are my two babies, Fletcher and Jessica. If you don’t want to cooperate, I’ll put you in there with them. Don’t think I won’t do it. I can find another guy like you just as easily.”

Craig considered calling Bennett’s bluff, but the risks were too high. He stood up as Bennett took his pictures, praying it would be over soon.

“Flex,” the giant said. He rattled Craig’s cylinder. “Flex your tiny muscles!”

Craig did as he was told, flexing while Bennett snapped his picture. Then he looked up as those pictures appeared on the massive screen.

His heart stopped as Bennett started rearranging the images on the screen. It looked like some sort of online merchant program. Bennett was planning on selling him! He watched as Bennett clicked through images of other men. They were all very similar: big muscles, good-looking, some smaller but with big dicks. All of them stood in glass cylinders just like Craig’s. He saw a real roid-freak on one of the shots, too disproportionate to be a pro but so bloated out with muscle he looked like he was stuck in his cylinder.

“Fuck,” Bennett said. “The bids are just rolling right in for you!” He moved Craig’s cylinder back behind the screen so Craig couldn’t witness his own fate. Craig beat his fists against the cylinder hopelessly. “I was going to introduce you to the other guys, but it doesn’t look like you’ll be here long enough for it to matter. I’m gonna have to get some food for myself,” he said. “And some for you, too, I guess. ”

Craig was desperate to see the screen, to see how much he was being sold for and how long he had until someone had locked him in as a purchase.

Bennett stood up, pushing himself away from the table and walking away. The whole desk shook, nearly knocking Craig to his feet. He heard a rattling high above him and saw, on the shelves that loomed nearly 60 feet (to him) over his head, something wobble around and tilt over the edge. It was some sort of vial. A drop of a green substance sailed down toward him. He dodged it as it splattered against the bottom of the cylinder.

Some of it got on Craig’s skin. It tingled and immediately evaporated. “Hey!” Craig yelled as another drop came down. “Hey! You spilled something! I’m--” Craig was cut short as the cylinder started to grow larger around him. Holy shit, he thought--I’m shrinking more! In moments he was half the size he was. He backed himself against the wall of the cylinder as a steady flow of the liquid dripped in, little by little, accumulating in a glowing green pool at his feet.

Every so often a little splatter would get on Craig’s muscular legs. He desperately tried to wipe it off, but it quickly vanished--into his bloodstream, he knew--and he felt the cylinder start to grow a little bit more.

Craig couldn’t believe how long Bennett had been gone when the giant returned. The giant seemed even more massive, his huge face even further away, as he noticed the green liquid flilling Craig’s tube. In seconds, Craig realized as he stood on his tiptoes, he’d be standing in the stuff and would be facing a fate just like Lane’s.

“Goddammit!” boomed the newly immense Bennett. His voice was like a thunderclap and Craig slapped his hands over his ears--inadvertently stepping into the puddle of green slime, and shrinking even further down. The cylinder was the size of a large room now, the top of it hundreds of feet away.

Bennett righted the fallen vial above him and tilted the cylinder. Little Craig desperately sprinted out of his prison. When he got out, he stared out at a vast world that overwhelmed his little brain. Bennett’s hand was the size of a plane to him now. As it loomed above him, Craig realized there was no way Bennett could hold him without squashing him. He prepared himself to run, then relaxed as the hand pulled away.

A huge yellow stick suddenly descended upon him, slamming into the table. Craig wobbled on his feet, then stood up to count the ticks on the ruler. The third tick was just above his head. He was on the millimeter side.

3 millimeters. Craig fell to his knees and puked.

“Well, shit,” Bennett said, pounding some buttons on the keyboard before walking away. He returned with another glass cylinder. Craig could see another man inside it, naked except for a tiny doll-sized underwear. He almost puked again when he realized this man was as big to him now as Bennett had been before.

Bennett tilted the cylinder and the man crawled out. Craig panicked, taking off on a tear to escape him, but the man easily snatched him up. “Shhh,” he said as he held Craig gently. With one finger he gently stroked Craig’s body. Despite the shock of the situation, the gesture was comforting.

“I can’t believe how small you are,” said the man. Craig could say nothing. He stared up at his face, He was blonde, pretty, with a chiseled build. Craig realized that, had they both been full-sized, Craig’s massive physique would have eclipsed this man’s. Now, he was small enough to fit in this man’s pocket--and the man was small enough to fit in an average man’s pocket. “What’s your name?” he said gently. The world shifted and shook below them but Craig could no longer see beyond the confines of the man’s hand.

“I’m… I’m Craig,” he said.

“I’m Tyler,” said the man. “You look like you were huge when you were bigger! Look at those muscles.” He gently scratched with his pinky fingernail along Craig’s pecs and arms, then jiggled Craig’s big glutes. “You’re unbelievable,” Tyler said. “Don’t you worry. I’m gonna take care of us.”

Craig couldn’t comprehend what was going on. “What the fuck… What do you even mean?” he asked.

“Look, the big guy is going to sell us. Who knows where we’re going? It looks like he was going to get quite a pretty penny for you, but then… this happened.” Tyler poked Craig in the chest, a friendly gesture, but strong enough to knock him to his feet. “So now we’re going to be sold as a package deal. You and me, we’re going together. Trust me, it’s way better. No matter what happens, we’ll have each other. I’ve been here awhile. I don’t even know how long.”

“Someone’s going to notice I’m missing,” Craig shrieked. “I’m famous! I’m a pro-bodybuilder! Someone will come looking!”

Tyler smiled and rubbed Craig’s chest with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t get upset, little guy, but nobody’s coming. Bennett’s snatched up a couple of bona fide celebrities and nobody ever notices. But they pay a lot of money for us. So they’re not going to let us get hurt. As long as we do what we’re told. And I won’t let you get hurt. Promise.” He rubbed his thumb and forefinger along Craig’s face. He could feel the grooves in Tyler’s fingerprints.

“See?” he said. “Bennett’s giving us food now.”

It was shocking to realize Craig couldn’t see anything beyond Tyler’s hand, but it also granted him some comfort. Just for now, he thought, he could focus on the warmth of Tyler’s hand, the comforting tone of his voice, and forget that outside that there was a kidnapping maniac and tarantulas and an online auction. Tyler held down a chunk of food--it took Craig minutes to recognize it. His best guess was that it was a piece of chicken torn off a buffalo wing.

Hungry and exhausted. Craig inhaled the food while Tyler gently stroked his back with his middle finger. “That’s right big man. Eat up. Eat up. And I’ll make sure you get enough exercise so you don’t lose all those big muscles, understand?”

With his stomach full (by a, to normal standards, microscopic amount of food), Craig lay back in Tyler’s hand and let his exhaustion wash over him. “Okay now, little buddy. I know the perfect place for you.” Tyler pulled his underwear aside and tilted his hand, sending Craig tumbling into the warm, humid darkness.

His body clenched as he realized he was pressed up against a man’s balls, the man’s huge cock above him--he wanted to flail, scream, and claw for his freedom--but he had been through so much, and he felt so warm and comfortable, that he decided that he would resign himself just for the moment. He felt Tyler’s big hand pat him several times, and Tyler’s loud voice said, “That’s my little pet. Get comfortable in there. That’s your new bedroom, little man.”