Nick had a mouthful of food as Billy was talking. “Jus’ for the day?”
Billy nodded. “That’s right. I’ll give him back first thing tomorrow.”
Nick thought it over for a moment. “...okay.” From my immoblie viewpoint at the table I watched as Nick slipped a peculiar ring off of his finger, one I hadn’t noticed before. A simple metal band with a square-shaped black stone in the center. I’d learn later that these rings gave the hunters the ability to reshape their trophies as they liked.
As soon as Nick handed his ring to Billy, he slipped it on and had me stand. “Thanks, Nick,” he said over his shoulder, shrinking me down and slipping me in his pocket. I ended up with my face in Jared’s ass.
There were muffled sounds like walking, then maybe a car ride. I wasn’t sure. But Jared and I were plucked out of his pocket. Billy leered down at us with what looked like some sort of hunger. Or...at me. He tossed Jared down the hall, where the tiny trophy landed in a pile of Billy’s dirty laundry. We were in what I assumed was his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and wasted no time in stripping down naked. I only saw part of it as my vision was fixed forward and I was laying on my back on his bed, still tiny. Giant Billy lumbered into my field of view, his cock dangling freely. He scooped me up into his palm. Suddenly I went limp like a rag doll, my face still expressionless.
“All that talk from Pete had me thinking...” he mused, lowering me down to gently rub me against his massive ballsack. Massive to me, at least. I could taste his salty musk and feel the heat from his soft skin as I was gently ground into his sex.
“A cock cozy...” he said thoughtfully. “If I can’t have you at normal size and shape, then maybe...”
Using the ring, he stretched my mouth open wide. At the same time, my arms and legs were mushed until they were part of my torso, leaving me limbless. Slowly, tenderly, Billy slid his hardening cock into my mouth and deep down my throat. I could taste his cocksweat and smell his faint, musky body odor. He only stopped once my lips kissed his crotch. I could feel his balls rubbing against my belly, and his pubic hairs in my face.
“Ffffuck...” he whispered. His massive hand began gently pumping my tubelike body up and down his shaft. I felt somewhere between a fleshlight and a condom. He stroked up and down, his cock filling me out entirely and stretching me wide. Laying back on his bed, he bit his lip and shuddered.
Pump, pump, pump, pump. Minutes passed like hours. Sweat built up around Billy’s balls and thighs, and I was right there being rubbed around in it. His strokes became faster and rougher as he neared climax. Then I felt his cock surge inside me as he pumped a thick load of hot boy batter into me. His hand kept me securely wrapped around his cock as he unloaded. He moaned softly.
Then...he left me there. I felt my body conforming to his flaccid cock as he dozed for a bit, his cum still sloshing around inside me. When he’d recovered he said nothing, but slipped on some underwear and pants, leaving me wrapped around his cock. Everything grew dark and humid and smelly. I could feel him walking somewhere.