Jason's perspective:
As Jason entered the hallway with Doug at his side, he was in a state of shock:
Could this cavernous passage -- 7 or 8 feet wide with 25-foot ceilings -- be the same hallway he'd strided through barely 5 minutes ago?
And this huge man beside him: Could he really be Doug -- that brooding, average-sized guy with a dark sense of humor he'd met in a bar just a few days ago?
No -- It was impossible! It had to be a dream. "Just wait 'til I tell my therapist about this one!" Jason couldn't help but thinking.
But everything about this "dream" seemed so intensely real.
Jason looked down at his body and his clothes. They appeared and felt the same to him. His 17 1/2 XXX-long denim shirt and the 36-38 pants that he'd had to special-order at the Big and Tall shop still fit him perfectly. But when he looked down at his feet, he noticed how much closer to the floor he was -- so close in fact that he could easily see the details of the grain in the hardwood floors, as well as traces of dust. And he was amazed to see that his huge, size 20 shoes were now literally half the length of Doug's size 10s!
when Jason looked up again, he found himself facing Doug's muscular butt. It too had the same very pleasing shape that had caught his eye at the bar -- but it now seemed gargantuan. The big leather patch on the back of Doug's snug-fitting Levi 550s read 32-32. "Impossible!" Jason thought, "More like 72-72!"
Feeling very much like a dazed, fearful, yet excited little boy, Jason tagged along behind Doug as they passed through the long hallway. Jason's heart began racing as he started to make out the sound of men's voices amidst of the din of disco music.
When they reached the entry to the living room, Jason was still trailing a step or two behind Doug, partly out of fear but also, in part, because Jason couldn't take his eyes off Doug's ass. Jason's felt the rush of blood to his cock as he imagined what it would feel like to fuck -- or more likely be fucked by -- a man Doug's size.
Doug paused for a full minute in the doorway, surveying the scene. Although Doug's massive ass, thighs, and back blocked much of Jason's view, the tiny big man could see that a kaleidoscope of multicolored party lights on the room's impossibly high ceiling was pulsing in time with the base line of the party music.
The potent mix of fear and sexual arousal, combined with the huge scale of Jason's surroundings, flashing lights, throbbing music, and pungent smell of sweat and marijuana were intoxicating. What would he see next?
Suddenly, without warning, Doug flipped the switch for the room's overhead lights, filling the room with light.
"HEY! What the FUCK do you think you're doing!!?" Jason heard a deep voice yell above the loud music, which still beat insistently for a few seconds before coming to an abrupt stop.
"Sorry to interrupt the fun," Doug said, addressingly the partiers who were still blocked from Jason's view. "But I have a friend I want you all to meet."
A sudden surge of fear and adrenaline filled Jason's body. He half wanted to run, but fascination -- and Doug's hand now planted firmly on his shoulder -- held him in place.
"I don't see anyone!" one guy yelled.
"No, no, I see something -- someone -- behind Doug," another man said. "But it's..."
"What, who, is it?!" A second giant came into Jason's view beside Doug. Jason couldn't believe his eyes -- could there really be two men that huge in the world?
After glancing down at Jason for a fraction of a second in shock, this second, as-yet-unnamed giant turned angrily to Doug: "I can't believe that even YOU would be crazy enough to bring your 2-year nephew here!"
Doug smiled wickedly, and then said calmly, "No Bob, it's not that at all." And then, after pausing a moment, "This is my friend Jason -- the guy I told you about who I met at the bar the other day."
Bob looked down again in shock, and his jaw dropped even further as he recognized that this tiny person was in fact man, not a toddler.
Then trying to recover his composure, Bob smiled down hesitantly at Jason and offered his hand.
"I'm SO sorry...I didn't know..." Bob stammered. "Doug said he'd invited a tric- I, uh mean, new friend...to the party, but I thought he said you were really tall...not really sma--"
"Yeah, yeah," Doug broke in. "I'm sure Jason accepts your apology. Isn't that right little guy?"
Dumbfounded at the sight of these huge men and shocked at being mistaken for a two-year-old, Jason could do nothing but nod hesitantly.
"Now I promised Jason that if he came here, he'd meet some big, hot men. And I intend to keep that promise!" Doug spoke loudly, so that not only Bob but all the other partiers could here. And then, grabbing Jason firmly by the hand, and the two men entered the room.