The ride home was definitely among the more interesting experiences of Tim's life, but not one he was sure he'd want to repeat. Scott's huge penis took his breath away, both figuratively and literally in the horribly cramped space. When Scott parked the car and started walking again, Tim had a slight reprieve, which was expanded when he heard the clanking of the metal zipper descending. Suddenly, light flooded his prison as Scott reached in for him.
"My cock enjoyed its company," the giant said with a smile. It was more of a smirk, actually, and Tim was feeling distinctly afraid of this guy who'd always seemed so unusual.
"Scott, you've gotta take me back," Tim yelled. "I can't stay like this!"
Scott boomed with laughter, almost deafening the little man in his hand. "Who says?" he asked. "You may have been your boss before, but you're not telling anyone what to do now."
"I'm STILL your boss!" Tim tried to look authorative, but being naked and doll-sized in a meaty hand thwarted the posturing.
"Heh heh heh. I'M the boss now, Tiny, and if you don't like it, you might end up sleeping with the fishes."
Tim paled. Was Scott, whom he had always thought was nice (if a bit strange), threatening his life?
"In fact," the giant continued, "you can get a head start." And with that, the world dropped out from under Tim, and he found himself swinging around, then plummeting, then . . .
SPLASH!
Thrashing his way to the surface, Tim choked the unexpected briny water out of his lungs. He was treading water. He was in a fish tank. Above him, the massive form of Scott smirked down at him. "How do you like that, little guy? I'll let you have your own fish bowl later, but for now, you can play a little with Bruno."