Troy's Instastory

Hi all! Hope you enjoy this new story. I was inspired by a guy I saw on instagram, https://www.instagram.com/planetmike_/  and wondered, "How would he react to getting shrunk?" I figure he'd probably try to go about business as usual, but the gym is a very dangerous place for little guys who think they're bigger than they are.

[An Instagram story starts. Closeup on two bulging pecs covered in a light sheen of sweat, straining as the camera is adjusted. When it’s just right, the torso backs up. It’s Troy Surrechia, a 6’5” bodybuilder with a lantern jaw, chiseled facial features, and a rippling v-shaped torso that’s the envy of the gym. He smiles, backs away from the camera, and hits a front double bi pose, then a side triceps shot. His shorts are brightly colored but boxy, like they were just heavily starched and don’t fit him right. The angle seems off. He could be at the gym, but the background is unclear.]

Troy: “Welcome back, instafans! Just finished up with a pretty solid arms day, as you can see from this… impressive pump…”

[His voice seems modulated too high. It’s normal speed but it’s high-pitched and chirrupy, like it’s been sped up. Is there something wrong with the sound? Then something slams down behind Troy, so hard he’s lifted off the ground and stumbles to regain his composure. It’s huge and bright orange, but you can’t identify it from the small bit of it that’s in frame on the picture. Troy turns around and stares straight up, hands on his hips.]

Troy: “Excuse me! I’m livestreaming here! Could you get your foot out of the shot please?”

[The massive orange object adjusts and you realize it’s a shoe that’s somehow taller than Troy. It slides backward, then lifts out of the frame. In the distance a large purple mass stomps down; another shoe. It suddenly becomes clear that Troy’s camera is on the ground. Somehow he’s only a few inches tall.]

Troy: “Jeez. Sorry about that. Gym etiquette really is a thing of the past, isn’t it? Anyway, I’d like to address a few things that came up after my last livestream. First of all, no, your phone is not broken. Yes, I’m currently experiencing what’s known as ‘Szalinski-Pendleton syndrome’ which is affecting quite a few professional athletes who used a mass gainer called ‘Myohuge 5000,’ which ended up containing a chemical which caused massive cellular compaction. This is just a temporary situation, of course. I know Rob Gronkowski is already halfway back to his full size, growing a few inches every day. So in a matter of time, I’ll be back to my full 275 pounds and back to using the gym’s regular weights like I used to.”

[Something bumps the camera and it tilts sideways, then up.]

Troy: “Hey, watch out here! You just knocked my phone over! Hey, get back here! Don’t just… Are you serious?”

[You hear high-pitched grunts as Troy struggles to right the phone. Then he backs up, fully visible in frame again but clearly flustered and wiping sweat from his brow.]

Troy: “I’m pretty sure that was just an accident, and I’m sure that guy would have stopped if he had actually heard me. Anyway, unlike most people with S-P syndrome, I actually haven’t missed a day of the gym. I’d like to once again challenge Brad Castleberry and Craig Golias to come out of whatever dollhouse they’ve been hiding their shrunken little bodies in and get their tiny asses down to the gym! Everybody can be big and tough when they’re 300 pounds, but it’s only us truly dedicated athletes who won’t miss a day when we’re only 8 ounces.”

[Something bright blue and heavy falls into frame and flattens Troy. It’s a towel, and for thirty seconds Troy’s just a lump struggling underneath it until he works his way to the edge. He climbs out of it, red-faced and furious. His massive muscles bulging and obvious infuriation would be intimidating if not for the adorable sound of his chipmunky voice.]

Troy: “Are you serious? How dare you just toss a towel down like that without even looking? Who do you think you’re… Dammit! He can’t hear me either.”

[Troy grabs the towel and drags it aside. He takes a deep breath and composes himself.]

Troy: “It’s okay, instafans. It’s how we deal with adversity that determines who rises above and who doesn’t. Anyway, a surprising number of fans asked me questions about my voice. Now, I know on previous videos I’ve remarked that the depth of a man’s voice is a genetic marker of viability for procreation. It’s a sign of higher testosterone and increased virility. Those of you pointing out that my… *ahem* voice… is a bit higher pitched now… Well, remember that I’m still genetically the same as before, just temporarily reduced, and that includes my vocal chords as well. It’s a physics issue, not a genetic one. But I did have my current voice compared to other athletes who have been reduced and it’s still, comparatively, much deeper. So if any of you fans still have doubts about my… virility…”

[Troy grabs the crotch of his ill-fitting, bright green shorts and gives it a shake. Suddenly, he’s knocked off his feet. He falls out of frame and the towel suddenly lifts up and away. Troy struggles to get back on his feet. Off camera, someone loudly whistles.]

Off-camera voice: “Well, shit! Sorry, little man! I didn’t see you down there. You gotta be careful where you run. You’re liable to get squashed.”

Troy [wheezing]: “I’m not sure… it’s me… who needs to be… more careful…”

Voice: “Jesus, I heard about you guys getting shrunk and all but I didn’t think it was real. Lemme get a good look at you.”

[A huge hand descends into frame. It hovers gingerly over Troy’s prone body, then a fat finger gently prods him. Troy flinches from the contact, then slaps the finger away, but it’s practically the size of his whole body.]

Voice: “Oh, what, you making yourself a movie little man? This your phone? You mean they don’t make tiny little phones for runts like you?”

[The shot tilts and blurs as it rises, finally pointing up at a beefy powerlifter’s face. He’s bald, thick-necked and covered in tattoos. He flashes a crooked smile before pointing the camera down again at Troy, who’s standing arms akimbo, trying to look fierce as he stares practically straight up at the phone hovering above him.]

Voice: “Say hi to the camera runt!”

Troy: “Excuse me sir, what’s your name?”

Voice: “They call me Bull, little man. What does that make you? Mouse? Ant? I’d call you ‘shit’ but my shits are all bigger than you!”

Troy: “Sir, my name is Troy Surrechia and that phone is my property.”

Bull: “Well this towel here is my property and you were standing on it like you owned it.”

Troy: “You threw that towel on top of me without even looking!”

Bull: “Well, it’s pretty clear this gym isn’t for little ‘Skeeters like you. I think that’ll be my nickname for you: Skeeter.”

[Bull’s thick index finger jabs into frame and knocks Troy to his ass. Troy grits his teeth, clearly furious but unable to do anything about it.]

Troy: “You just wait. In a couple of weeks I’ll be back to normal size again, and then I’ll…”

Bull: “Oh yeah? That what the doctors told you when they gave you your little doll clothes to wear? Well, I just saw it on the news: all the guys who shrank like you did just got hit by a second wave. They all got even smaller! Rob Gronkowski went down the bathtub drain! They’re still looking for him. So I don’t think you’ll be getting any bigger anytime soon. As a matter of fact…”

[Troy is clearly uncomfortable, straining his shoulder and wincing as something comes over him.]

Bull: “Looks like I’m just in time! Your second wave is kicking in!”

[Troy’s doll shorts slide down as he realizes he’s suddenly smaller than before. He turns to run, his relatively big dick swinging, but Bull’s beefy thumb and forefinger pincer him in place. Troy fights, swinging his diminutive limbs as they get smaller and smaller. After a minute passes, it stops, and Troy looks to be only about two inches tall.]

[The camera tilts away now, pointing off-kilter at the gym traffic passing by, then up at the ceiling as Bull walks away, whistling. You hear a door open and he walks into the restroom. Then the view tilts and it’s pointing squarely at his bulky face.]

Bull: “Well, all you instafans! I know you’re probably knowing what your big muscle guy is working on today. He’s doing a little powerlifting training. He’s just got one big weight to move, and I’m going to make him move it quite a bit. We’ll put some size back on that teeny tiny body. Take a look at Skeeter’s new home!”

[The camera tilts down to the drawstring on Bull’s shorts. After he pulls the knot free, he peels them down to reveal his compression shorts underneath. The camera zooms in on a tiny lump next to his huge bulge, straining against the tensile strength of the shorts. There’s a muffled, high-pitched sound coming from it. Bull’s big mitt comes down and paws at his junk, scratching at the little junk, and Bull chuckles. Then the feed ends.]