Date: Sun, 22 Jan 1995 16:13:34 -0500
From: Quark999@aol.com
Subject: NEW STORY: Roommates, Part 1 (mm, size, cons)

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                                          ROOMMATES:

                                       GREATEST WISH

                                            by Martin



 Warren hadn't started out meaning to pry.  He had turned on his roommate
Roger's computer in search of some notes that he had written on the history
reading assignment and, after finding them, naturally took some time to look
around and check out what programs Roger had.

 Roger was always very secretive about what was on his computer.  He usually
kept it locked so that Warren or his friends couldn't use it when he was
gone.  Except this time Roger went away for the weekend unexpectedly--his
aunt died--and he hadn't thought to lock it.

 Warren felt bad about looking at his roommate's files, but curiosity got the
better of him.  Roger was a good guy, if a bit shy and withdrawn.  He was
probably gay, Warren thought.  Not that this mattered to him one way or the
other.  He enjoyed his friend's company, and was happy to see that, in their
three months of sharing a small dorm room, Roger was beginning to open up.

 But he STILL locked his computer.

 And now Warren was about to find out why.

 Either Roger was as bad at computers as he said he was or he had simply
trusted the computer lock to do its job.  Warren could have thought of a
dozen ways to hide a directory of word-processor documents from snooping
eyes.  Putting them in a directory called "Private Documents" wasn't one of
them.

 Slightly ashamed of himself, Warren opened the first one and began to read.

 Soon, he was too enthralled with what he found to feel bad for finding it.
 He read the next document and the next.

 By the time he finished, he was laughing out loud.

 What a twist of fate!

 Still chuckling, Warren switched off the computer and went back to his own
side of the room, where he lay on the bed.  Planning.

#*#*#*#*

 Roger returned two days later.  When he entered the room, Warren was laying
on his bed, reading a book.  In the brief second it took for his roommate to
acknowledge him, Roger scanned the length of his body.

 Warren was 20 years old and very tall, about six three or four.  He had
straight black hair on his head (but no hair at all on his body, from what
Roger could see) and was built like a Sherman tank.  His body was thick with
muscle, not fat.

 Although Roger wasn't an ugly man by any stretch of the imagination, he
always felt inferior to his big roommate.  Roger was about five foot six, and
came up to Warren's shoulders.  He had been lusting after his friend since
they first met, and this desire began to take a strange form.

 Roger had always known he was gay and was fairly comfortable with it,
although he didn't exactly spread the word.  But this lust took a strange
direction.  Since Warren was so tall, Roger had begun to imagine him as a
giant, climbing all over his huge, hard body.  Several times, he had tried to
express these fantasies in his private writings, and had spent a lot of time
(when Warren was out of the room) writing stories featuring horny gay giants
who looked just like his roommate.  He had even corresponded with like-minded
individuals over the Internet, and had saved their e-mail conversations in
the same directory.

 Of course, he kept his computer locked and would be scandalized if Warren
ever actually read these files.  He'd thought if that happened, he'd probably
commit suicide.

 That's why it had been such a shock to remember, right in the middle of his
aunt's funeral, that he had rushed off, leaving his computer files
unprotected!  He had gasped aloud, only to be comforted by black-clad
relatives who thought he was upset for another reason.

 He returned as soon as he could.  Even before Warren finished greeting him,
he had rushed to his desk.

 "Hey, are you okay?"  Warren was a good actor, and managed to look innocent.

 "I, uh, left my computer unlocked.  Sorry, I--  I mean, this might sound
bad, but..."

 "What?"

 "You didn't read any of my files, did you?"

 If it had been within Warren's vast powers to form a cartoon halo over his
head, he would have done so.  "Me?  Of course not."

 Roger sighed, visibly relieved.

 Warren just smiled.

#*#*#*#

 That night, Warren activated his plan.  Roger was getting ready for bed
early; he'd had a stressful weekend.  Warren changed when Roger was in the
bathroom.  He put on a pair of skimpy bikini briefs and a robe, but he left
the robe untied and gaping open.

 When Roger returned, he did a different type of gaping.  It took all of his
energy to tear his eyes away and get into bed.  Warren pretended to be
oblivious, although he knew how hot he must look.  Reading Roger's computer
files had spelled out his roommate's sexual fantasies to the letter, but it
was nice to have visual confirmation of the evidence.

 Roger pulled the covers up.  "Are you going to bed soon."

 "Nah, I think I'll read for a while.  Will the light bother you."

 "No.  Good night."  He turned toward the wall after a last look at Warren's
bulging crotch.

 "Pleasant dreams," said Warren.

#*#*#*#

 Roger wasn't sure exactly when he felt his body begin to change.  He was
tugging at his pajamas unconsciously long before he realized something was
happening.  As he was facing the wall, it was difficult to see that things
were getting bigger from his prospective, but the heavy blanket he used did
begin to feel heavier.

 Warren watched his roommate toss and turn from across the room, smiling to
himself.  Every now and again, he would fix Roger's covered body with a
fixed--almost stern--stare.  Immediately afterward, his victim would squirm
again, and the lump under the covers would get a bit smaller..

 Finally, Roger decided he absolutely COULDN'T be imagining things.  He
couldn't feel the bottom of the bed with his feet, no matter how far down he
slid in the bed, and when he slid back up so that his head reached the
pillow, his pajama pants fell right off!

 He sat bolt upright in bed.  Warren laughed to see his roommate three feet
tall and looking so confused.  He felt a little bad about it, because he
honestly did like Roger, but it just looked so funny!  Besides, he was making
Roger's dream come true, wasn't he?

 "Warren!" said Roger.  His voice sounded normal to himself, but to Warren it
was higher and softer.

 "Yes?"

 "What--  Look at me!"

 Warren looked, still smiling.  Roger was trying to free his arm from the
tangles of his pajama shirt, but couldn't get it out.

 "What about you?"

 "I'm--I'm smaller!"

 "Yes, I guess you are."

 Roger got out of bed.  Standing up, his shirt covered him like a dress, but
then it slid off as his body fell through the wide neck hole.  He stood naked
before Warren.  What was happening?  Warren was so big...  His eyes drifted
over the length of Warren's twelve-foot body, stopping again at the crotch.

 Warren noticed and his smile widened.

 But Roger kept looking a gift horse in the mouth.

 "You aren't even surprised?  Did you do this?  What's happening to me?"

 "What you always wanted," said Warren calmly.   Realization dawned over
Roger.  Warren had read his files.  Warren was making his dreams come true!

 Roger began to approach the giant who was sitting across the room, but for
some reason he didn't get any closer.  Having had no experience in shrinking,
it took him a while to realize that Warren was looming taller, that he,
himself, was getting smaller.

 He stood still, letting the effect engulf him.  It didn't feel like much,
really.  The most startling effect was watching everything get so big.  Then
Warren stood up and positioned his feet so that they were on either side of
Roger.  The tiny man had time to realize that he only reached a little beyond
Warren's ankle bone--he must be only five inches tall--when the giant's hands
came down, scooping him up.

 Warren returned to the bed, sitting with his hands, palm up, at lap level.
 He looked down at Roger, amused at the way his small friend still could not
take his eyes off of his quite huge dick through the skimpy bikini underwear.

 Finally, Roger said and a high-pitched little voice.  "Warren, I've always
wanted to climb on you.  Can you put me on your dick?"

 Warren smiled sadly, shaking his head.  "I'm sorry, little one.  You see,
there was one thing you never considered in all of your fantasies:  I'm
straight."

*#*#*#*#

 Roger was stunned, silent for a moment.  Here he was, five inches tall,
sitting in the palm of the most beautiful man he'd ever seen, only about ten
feet away from the most massive penis in the universe...  His fantasies had
come true almost to the letter so far...  And now THIS!

 "How can you be straight?" he squeaked.

 Warren shrugged.  "How can you not be?"

 "But I dreamed--"

 "I KNOW what you dreamed.  Very amusing and imaginative."

 Roger's little face blushed beet red.  "So what do we do now?"
 "I don't know about you, but I'M going to bed," said Warren, letting out an
exaggerated yawn.  "I have class tomorrow morning.  You should get some rest,
too.  You never know what might happen."

 With that, Warren swung his legs into the bed.  Reaching over, he pulled
open one of his dresser drawers and placed Roger gently inside.  "Good
night," he said, closing the drawer.  Roger's little face looked miserable as
it passed out of sight.  "What do you expect?" Warren asked.  "You should be
more careful what you wish for."

#*#*#*#
 Roger passed a fitful night amongst Warren's underwear and socks.  It was
soft in the drawer, but it was dark, and he was lonely.  He couldn't help
thinking that if his dreams were REALLY coming true, he'd be sleeping on
Warren's big dick right now.  Well, sleeping was ONE of the things he'd be
doing on that mammoth organ; the last thing, after he did everything else he
could think of.

 Warren got up early.  Roger could hear the giant moving around, then
silence.  Had he gone to class?  To the bathroom?  Had he forgotten about
him?

 His questions were answered ten minutes later when Warren pulled open the
drawer.  The giant was wet and there was a towel wrapped around his waist.

 "Good shower," Warren remarked.  "Are you ready to begin your first day as a
tiny, helpless boy?"

 What could Roger do but nod?

 "Good."  Roger was placed on the dresser as Warren dropped his towel.  He
gasped at the beauty of this naked, wet giant, wiping himself dry.  He'd
never seen Warren naked before, and couldn't believe what he'd been missing!

 Warren put on a pair of normal cotton briefs which were as big as a tent to
the little Roger.  Then he pulled the rest of his clothes on and grabbed his
books, as if on the way to class.

 Still naked, Roger watched this entire process.  Was he to be included in
the day's plans?  As Warren opened the door to the hall, Roger thought he'd
been forgotten.  At the last moment, though the giant seemed to have a change
of heart.  He closed the door and returned to the bureau, looming over the
tiny man as if he were a mountain.

 "I suppose you'd like to come along," said Warren.

 "I'll be good!  I promise.  You could keep me in your pocket, or something,
and never even know I'm there!"  Roger didn't like pleading, be he just HAD
to go with his roommate.

 Warren chuckled.  "I won't know you're there?  What would be the fun in
that?"

 With that, he unzipped his jeans, pulled them partially down,  shrunk his
friend to a more manageable three inches tall, and stuck him down the front
of his underwear.

 Roger didn't know what to think.  He'd wanted to be close to Warren's cock
since they'd known each other and now here he was, curled up next to its soft
girth in a cotton prison.

 "I hope you'll be happy now," said Warren as darkness enclosed him.

 He was.  For a while.

*#*#*#*

 Tiny Roger lost track of the time, but it felt like he'd been in Warren's
pants for hours.  It was hot, and he could barely breathe.  Outside, he could
hear the giant interacting with others, attending classes, eating lunch.

 The most maddening thing about the day was that, for all he rubbed up
against it, voluntarily and involuntarily, the huge cock remained soft.
 Completely unaroused.

 If I had a tiny man riding next to my dick all day, thought Roger, I'd stay
as hard as a rock.  Maybe he IS straight.

 An idea occurred to him, and he mulled over it for a few minutes.  Warren
might be displeased if he acted on his impulse, but Roger had to do
SOMETHING.

 With both hands, he reached out in the dark and found the colossal prick and
began rubbing it with both hands.  He felt the silky skin of the cock head,
sliding his hands in and out of the damp piss slit, down toward the
circumcision scar.

 From his privileged position, he could feel Warren shifting in his seat, but
he didn't stop his ministrations.

 Finally he was rewarded.  The thick cock began twitching, swelling.  It
nudged him out of the way as it grew, tenting out the cotton underwear.
 Well, thought the little man, at least I have more room now.

 He heard the giant excuse himself and felt a rocking as Warren stood and
began walking.  "I guess you're pleased with yourself."  The loud deep voice
filtered down to Roger's ears through the thick fabric.

 He gave a few extra strokes to answer.

 "And to think, I was going to give you a great surprise, but now that you've
proven to be so mischievous..."

 A surprise?  What could be more of a surprise than he's already done?
thought Roger.

 He found out soon enough.

*#*#*#*

 There was a loud zipping sound, then dim light flooded into Roger's cotton
hideout.  Warren's dick was still as hard as it could get, and now Roger
could see it.  It was almost three times his size!

 Thick fingers fumbled in the underwear and grabbed the little man.  Soon,
Roger's eyes were adjusting to the glare of an overhead bulb.  Warren put him
down on a cold, hard surface... the top of a urinal, Roger realized.

 "Well?" asked the giant.

 "Well what?"  Roger knew that Warren would have trouble hearing the voice of
a three-inch man, so he arranged his body language to contrive innocence.

 "I don't know who you are hoping to fool.  How many tiny men are there in my
underwear that could have jerked me off in middle of my lunch date with Sally
Jones?"

 Roger had just been kidding, but he began to feel slightly afraid when he
realized that Warren was actually getting passed off.  OOPS, he thought.
 Well, THAT didn't get me anything...except, of course, a chance to rub my
entire body along the most beautiful penis that ever existed.  Sigh.

 Warren was pacing now, his gigantic body stirring up quite a wind as it
passed back and forth.  "You know, I try to make your wildest dreams come
true, and what do I get in return?  You use the position I gave you out of
the goodness of my heart to take advantage of me.  Now I don't even know if
I'm going to give you the surprise I have for you."

 "Oh come on!  If you didn't want me touching your dick, why did you put me
in your underwear?"

 "Humph.  Touche'."  Warren paused for a moment.  "Well, I guess your
surprise is ready by now.  We should go get it.  Climb in."

 The giant hand placed Roger back into the pouch of the underwear.  Roger was
expecting the light to be swallowed by the jeans' closing zipper, but he got
a several-second extension in gazing longingly up at the immense cock as,
above him, it pissed a thick yellow stream into the urinal.

 "Okay, let's go."  Warren hastily stuffed his soft, dripping penis in next
to Roger and zipped up.  All the way to the surprise, Roger alternated
between trying not to get wet and trying to keep his hands off of the huge
organ.

 He succeeded in neither.

#*#*#*#*

 Things were still for a few minutes.  Warren was sitting down, his muscular
thighs pinning Roger motionlessly between them.  Where were they?

 Finally, the tiny man heard footsteps and a deep voice.  "Are you Roger?"

 "No," said Warren, "but he told me to meet you.  We're supposed to go back
to your place and get in touch with him from there so he can meet us.  Is
that okay?"

 "Oh, uh, yeah, I mean, I guess.  Sure.  Uh, where's Roger?"

 "He's around."

 "Oh.  We'd better be going, dude."

 "Lead on."

*#*#*#*#

 Kenny was confused.  Roger had sent him an e-mail with specific directions
for meeting him.  He had been promised a time he'd never forget, where "all
of his dreams would come true."  Well, Kenny had some pretty big dreams, and
he didn't for a moment expect them to become reality.  Still, he'd been
chatting with Roger on the net for a few months, and was ecstatic when the
shy teenager had agreed to meet.  Perhaps their discussions about giants and
shrinking would never be reality, but Kenny had been saving up some good
scenarios they could play out.  It would be the next best thing.

 And then this.  Roger didn't show up for their meeting but sent someone
else?  Was the boy that shy?  But this new guy--Warren--he was incredibly
hot.  Kenny suspected that this was the "giant" that Roger fantasized about.
 And if he was here meeting him in Roger's place, that must mean that Warren
was into the macrophilic fantasy, too!

 Not a half bad way to spend a day, he thought as he led Warren to his car.

#*#*#*#

 Roger tried for several minutes to figure out what Warren had planned.  Who
was this guy?  But then he heard the name "Kenny" filter through the jeans
and underwear.

 The only Kenny he knew was...

 Roger smiled as he felt Warren shift his bulk into the front seat of a car.
 What a sly dog!  It looked like his weren't the only dreams that would be
coming true today.

*#*#*#

 While Kenny was busy driving, Warren looked him over.  He was
older--probably in his early thirties--and in pretty good shape.  He had
brown hair and green eyes.  Warren tried to imagine if this was Roger's
"type," but couldn't even begin to figure out what a man might look for in
another man.

 Remembering encounters with Roger, Warren snuck a look at Kenny's crotch.
 What was he looking for?  There was a bulge, but not a very big
one...certainly not as big as his own.  He knew that probably didn't mean
anything, but allowed himself a moment of egotism at the gifts nature had
given him.

 As he thought of his crotch, he felt a shifting down there.  Roger was
trying to get comfortable.  The stimulation, on top of thinking about it,
made him start to get hard.

 And then Roger was rubbing and licking it again.

 Making it harder.

 He's right...what did I expect from having him in my underwear? Warren asked
himself.

 Warren saw Kenny notice his throbbing crotch and do a double take.

 What have I gotten myself into?

*#*#*#

 Kenny pulled up in front of a town house and the two men got out of the car.
 "Do you think Roger will be able to find this place?" Kenny asked.

 "Yes," said Warren, "but he may not be able to find his way home."

*#*#*#

 Kenny served Warren a beer and the two settled back, staring at each other
from opposite ends of the couch.  Well, Kenny stared.  Warren looked
occasionally at the older man, but spent a great deal of time just looking
around.

 The suspense became maddening.

 "Aren't you going to call Roger?" asked Kenny.

 "Not right now."

 Kenny thought he'd kill time by seducing this big, gorgeous young man.
 "Perhaps you and I should get better acquainted, first."

 "Fine.  What do you want to talk about?"

 It was time for action.  "Not talk.  Do."  Kenny slid down the couch,
placing one hand on Warren's knee and the other behind his neck.  Warren
jumped a foot and looked so surprised that Kenny removed his hands as if he'd
touched fire.

 "What the hell's your problem?  Why else did you come here if it wasn't
for..."

 The younger man regained his composure and seemed once again maddeningly
calm.  "Why do you think I came here?"

 "I don't know.  You're Roger's roommate, aren't you?  You're the one he's
been wanting to play giant with.  He sent you to meet me.  You've got a
hard-on that looks like it's going to burst out of your pants any second.
 YOU tell ME what you're doing here!"

 Warren stood up.  For a second, Kenny was scared that he'd frightened him
away, but his fears were lightened somewhat when the boy said, "Can this wait
a minute.  I need to make a phone call." 

  Wordlessly, Kenny gestured toward the phone in the kitchen.  He heard a
hurried, murmured conversation, and Warren reappeared in the room.

 "Everything's set."

 "WHAT'S set?"

 "You can take my pants off now."

 Kenny started and almost refused in the face of such arrogance, but then
realized that this was why he'd put up with Warren for so long, after all.
 He reached over and felt the bulging lump in his pants.

 "Don't squeeze!  Just unzip."

 Kenny did as he was told.  Kneeling before the younger man, he looked up
Warren's body.  As with all of his lovers, Kenny pretended that the man
before him was a giant, looking down at him.

 Getting further into the fantasy, he unzipped Warren's pants zipper.  There,
barely concealed by white cotton briefs, was a tremendous bulge.  And then
part of it moved.

 Kenny's knees collapsed and he fell backward.  Through the thin cotton he
had seen the distinct, squirming body of a man.  A TINY man!

 Warren reached into his underwear and grabbed the man with one hand while
pulling his pants back up with the other.  Once he was all buttoned and
zipped, Warren used both hands to hold the little man out to Kenny.

 He was alive!  It was a youngish man with blond hair.  Although his body was
small--about three inches--Kenny could see it was well-proportioned.  An
erect penis, shorter than a pencil eraser, stuck out from between the tiny
legs.

    "Kenny, I'd like you to meet Roger.  I have the feeling you two are going
to be very close."


***TO BE CONTINUED!