Before I could react, I felt the world rush up past me. It was dizzying: one minute I was standing there, the imp gripping my arm. And then next, the room was cavernous and huge.
"You shrunk me?!" I said. I was just slightly taller than his knee, his huge dick bobbing in my face. My voice was high-pitched like a cartoon character.
Runt laughed. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter," he said.
"Turn me back!" I squeaked -- literally, my voice was now a squeak. Runt looked down at me, then reached under my arms and picked me up the way you would a dog.
"But I'm not done yet," he said, and started rolling my body back and forth between his palms, pressing hard on my sides.
I looked down. My body was now one long tube: a head and arms on top, feet on the bottom, and round from shoulders to ankles. I was probably about two feet long.
"What am I?" I chirped.
"Oh, try to guess," said Runt. "Here's another clue." He tickled the soles of my feet, and I arched them in panic.
But they didn't just move -- they started to swell. They got bigger and bigger and bigger, like diving flippers.
"What the fuck?" I said as they grew. It felt amazing, even though it was a tickle. The whole base of my huge foot was like an erogenous zone, tingling and sensitive and orgasmic.
Then they started to swell like balloons. My gigantic feet were getting rounder and rounder. I tried to kick with them but it was getting hard as they turned into spheres. Finally they stopped, the size of grapefruit.
"Can you guess?" smiled Runt.
I looked down at my weird body. A long tube with two balls on the end? What could I possibly ... oh no.
"Am I a ... a cock?" I squeaked.
"Not yet, said Runt. "Look up."
"What?" I said, staring up at the ceiling. But it was a trick: as soon as I raised my head, he licked it with his surprisingly long and dexterous tongue.
"Agh," I said, discovering I couldn't lower my head. "What is this?"
"Shut up, cockboy," he said, licking my head again. His tongue was doing something -- pushing my chin, adjusting my brow, smoothing out my ears and nose. Oh God, he's turning my head into a cockhead.
"Please," I whimpered.
Runt giggled. "Please what?"
"Please don't do this," I said. I realized I was talking out of what was now a piss slit.
"Oh, really, you don't like it?" he asked. "Not even this?"
He suddenly clutched my cock body to his chest, rubbing me up and down his body. Oh fuck! My whole body felt amazing. I squirmed.
"So quick to turn slutty, aren't you?" he said. He started walking as he rubbed my body against his. It was incredible. I coudln't even focus, the pleasure was too intense.
"Look at you," he said, moving my body away from his. My mind cleared and I looked around -- I could still see, though I didn't have any eyes. We were in my bathroom now, and he was pointing me at the mirror.
There I was -- a big two-foot dildo with giant balls, resting in his arms like a snake. I could squirm a little bit, and bounce my balls a little bit. I actually didn't look bad -- a pretty impressive cock. I felt a bit proud.
"I'm a sex toy," I gasped.
"Yup, said Runt. "A sexy sex toy. I think it's fitting. But speaking of fitting, you know where dildos go, don't you?"