I couldn't catch my breath. This was just
impossible. Some kind of joke. Maybe
Matthew was even in on it. He always was
a bit of a prankster.
But even as I looked for the punch line, in
my heart, I knew this was deadly serious.
I couldn't take my eyes off my tiny
boyfriend, and he stared up at me, clearly
awed, clearly miserable at his current
situation.
"What did you do?" I whispered. When I
saw Doug was looking at me over his
shoulder, I met his eye and almost yelled,
"What the FUCK did you do?"
Doug just smiled beatifically. "Isn't it
great? Go ahead, pick him up."
My hand reached out tentitively, almost of
its own accord, and moved into the vicinity
of Doug's ass. I could see Matthew wince
as it approached. Clearly, a giant hand is
unsettling, even if it belongs to the man
you love.
Slowly, as if to a skittish dog, I moved it
closer. Just as it touched him, ready to
scoop him away from my deranged ex's
butt, my deranged ex clenched his ass
cheeks together. I could hear the tiny
squeak of surprise and pain as Matthew's
face contorted.
"Stop it!" I yelled.
"Feel my butt first, and you can have him."
"Doug--"
"DO it, or else. You know how strong my
ass is."
I did indeed. Quickly, to get it over with, I
put my hand on his right ass cheek and
began rubbing. It felt as good as it always
had, maybe even better, and despite
myself, I began to get hard. Damn it!
"That's great," Doug whispered. "Here."
He immediately unclenched his ass and
Matthew slipped out. I was almost too
surprised to move, but I caught him at the
last moment, and he emitted a miniature
"oof!" I didn't know whether a fall from that
height could hurt him, but I definitely didn't
want to find out.
I just sat for a moment, locking eyes with
my now-tiny lover, feeling his negligible
weight in my palm. I just couldn't believe
this was happening, and Matthew clearly
couldn't, either.
I looked up in time to see Doug pull his
pants back into place and fasten his belt.
In his back pocket, which was still facing
me, the edge of a palmtop computer
peeked out.
"Well," said Doug brightly, "my work here
is done." He put his hand to the doorknob
and unflipped the lock. "I'm sure you'll
have a nice life together, but look me up,
Danny, if you ever need a REAL man
again. Who knows . . . I might even take
you back!"
And with that, he turned the knob and
pulled the bathroom door open.