Timothy's eyes fell onto Scott and a smile -a slender, powerful smile- spread over his face. Scott ...big, hairy, muscular, hung Scott... was panting, leaning back against the sink, rubbing his jaw and getting smaller! The sight seemed to fill Timothy with a rush of desire; his cock didn't even get a chance to get soft, again. It just stayed stiff, aroused by the sight of his former "Master" shrinking before him.
Scott could only stare up at Timothy in shock and awe; thick, ropey strands of his former sub's cum spattered across his face. "Tim...?" he gasped and then put his hand over his mouth as his shortened vocal chords produced a higher-pitched and "smaller-sounding" voice. "Oh-my-God, Tim," he squeaked after a moment, "What's...what's happening to me?!!"
Timothy's smile grew, exposing rows of white teeth, like a predator's, as he surveyed his shrinking mate. Already Scott was the same height as he was ... and shrinking about an inch every ten seconds or so. Timothy walked closer, putting his feet up against Scott's as the smaller man leaned back against the sink, staring up at Timothy's huge, thick, erect cock...
"What does it look like?" Tim found himself saying. He chuckled at how daunting he sounded ... how "in control". "You're shrinking, tiny..."
Scott sprang to his feet, pushing back against Timothy angrily. "This isn't possible," his higher-voice cried as he looked forward into Tim's chin. "People don't just *shrink*!"
Timothy stumbled from the sudden impact and scowled at Scott's diminishing body. "No, you're right," he said. "People don't shrink ... TOYS do..." With those words fresh on his lips and before Scott could respond, Timothy lunged forward and grabbed the smaller man's wrists, wresting them around behind his back!
"Now, apologize, tiny... Or I'll let you get so small a *microscope* won't be able to find you!"
"What? Fuck, Tim! This ... this isn't funny...!"
Timothy considered. If the role-reversal were false, wouldn't Scott have used their old safe word? Probably... Grinning deeper, Timothy increased his grip on the five-foot tall Scott, with glee. "It is for me, tiny..." he said.
Roughly, Timothy bent Scott over the closed toilet seat and used one hand to keep him down while his other probed and spread Scott's ass cheeks. "Now," he continued, "gonna apologize?"
"Never!"
A thrilling rush of power surged through Timothy and he laughed aloud at Scott's response. Bending the tip of his cock down a bit, he slowly began to push his huge shaft into his former Master's ass, groaning at how tight he was ... and how much tighter Scott was getting! "There...we...go..." he moaned, hearing the sharp gasps from Scott.
"Oh god... T...Tim: you...you're too big! Please!" gasped the shrinking man.
"Naw," came the slow, stuttering reply, "it's y...you who ... who are too small..."
With that, Tim began to fuck Scott steadily, feeling the shrinking man's body tighten around his cock as Scott dropped steadily from five feet tall to four-foot-ten ... four-foot-eight ... four-foot-six ... four-foot-four ... four-foot-two...
"ooohhh.... Little man's getting so *tight*," Timothy snarled beneath his breath as Scott's buff bod shrank down to a mere four feet in height. The thrill of his circumstances suddenly gave Timothy an idea. If it was through his cum that enabled him to control size, perhaps he could do more to Scott? Or maybe even himself...?
Deep within, he could feel his balls churning and tightening up yet again...