The Betrayal Ch. 04

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The next few days were terrible for me, even though Lou didn’t follow through on his threat and just ignored me as soon as my ex-boyfriend left, as he otherwise did with all the tiny men and women he displayed in the store. He followed a daily routine: in the mornings he would inspect us closely (sometimes even using a magnifying glass), I guess looking for any marks or symptoms of illness. After that he would leave us a tiny cup with water and another with some kind of feed, disgusting in appearance and taste, but which, being the only food we had, we all ate voraciously. I later learned that it was a soluble compound containing all the nutrients a body needs. We had to be healthy if he wanted to make a good sale with us. In the evening he would stop by the cages again and drop off two new cups of water and food.

Other than that, the giant shopkeeper totally ignored us. When he inspected us, I would try with all my might to ask him to let me go, that I had been cheated, that he should find someone from my family or friends, that I would pay him anything… he never paid the slightest attention to me, although I am sure that, from so close, it was impossible for him not to hear me. The truth is that I wasn’t too surprised. He must have been completely used to that kind of pleading and, besides, he had already made it clear to me on my first visit to the store that we were not human beings to him. Do you know what it’s like to be locked up, without even being able to see the sunlight, without the slightest interaction with other humans, with absolutely nothing to do, for hours on end? Your head feels like it’s going to explode. At least convicts are allowed to go out for a few hours in the yard, take a walk… we were too insignificant to deserve such a privilege. On the other hand, our cages were far enough apart from each other to make communication between us almost impossible. Only by yelling could we get our closest companions in misfortune to listen to us. It was so hard that I soon gave up, all the more so since, in our desolate state, most of them didn’t feel much like chatting either.

Throughout the store’s opening hours, various giants passed by, looking at the “merchandise”. It was not a large clientele. Let’s not forget that we were luxury goods. Few people could afford to pay our price. Nevertheless, there was a certain movement of people of very varied types: rich mothers with children, no doubt looking for “toys” for them, sinister looking guys who made us tremble about what they would do with one of us in their hands, some group of teenagers, more out of curiosity than anything else… Very occasionally one of the little ones was sold and Lou would take his cage and give it to the buyer. At first, I was really terrified of being sold, but as the hours and days went by, I began to want to get out of there any way I could, no matter how uncertain my future was in the hands of my buyer. So, every time a visitor appeared, I would stick to the bars and try my best to be noticed. Maybe he or she would be less ruthless than Lou and let me uşak escort return to my normal size.

Four or five days had passed when one afternoon a customer came into the store. When I approached the bars, as I usually did, to get his attention, I saw something familiar in his gigantic figure. At my beckoning he came toward me, and as I saw his huge face approaching, my heart skipped a beat. It was my father!

-Dad, Dad… -I shouted madly- It’s me, Dad!

-Artie, darling! -he exclaimed, with a beaming smile. I was surprised that he used my pet name. It had been a long time since he had called me that. Of course, now my pet name was literally a “pet name”-. It’s you!

I started to speak in a rush, but he signaled that he didn’t understand me. Then Lou appeared from behind him.

-Is that your son? -he asked.

-Yes, that’s him. My God, I found him!

Lou then handed him an intercom, which my father put in his ear and gave me a tiny device, a kind of microphone. I immediately tried it:

-Dad, can you hear me?

-Yes, son -my father answered and continued talking agitatedly-. You see, since I couldn’t believe what you were telling me in that email and I couldn’t get through to you, this morning I went to see your boyfriend. He assured me again and again that you had voluntarily shrunk yourself and, moreover, that you had asked him to sell you, because you wanted to have an adventure in this size.

-That, apparently, is not true -Lou’s tremendous voice interjected, with a hint of guilt, remembering the words Finn had said to him when he sold me.

-I still couldn’t believe it -my dad continued-, I had to get aggressive with him and threaten him, but I finally got him to tell me where you were. I came in the hope of finding you still here. Now tell me, please, is it true that you did this voluntarily?

-Of course not, Dad -I said bitterly. And then I went on to tell him everything that had happened. My father got angry, said he was going to kill the bastard, and then he said to me:

-Calm down, everything is going to be all right. Dad is here now -he brushed me a little with his enormous finger, comforting me. I was a little upset that he was treating me like a child, but I was so grateful to see him that I almost cried with happiness.

My father left with Lou and they stood for a while chatting in their incredibly resonant voices by the store counter. Finally, my dad signed a check and the shopkeeper printed out a document, I guess a title of ownership on me, to my father. To this day I still don’t know how much my dad paid for me. He has never wanted to tell me. But I’m guessing it was a pretty high amount, probably much more than Finn received for me. Fortunately, my father was a successful businessman, owning a thriving car wrecking business, and he could afford it. Otherwise I don’t know what would have become of me.

Soon my cage was in the hands of my father, who led me to the car. Once there, he took me out in his gigantic hand and began to kiss my whole body.

-My üsküdar escort boy, I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you! Don’t worry, everything will be fine. I will take care of you…

That last sentence didn’t sound good to me -why would my father have to take care of me- and I said agitatedly:

-Dad, I have to get back to my normal size, right away. Take me to the reduction center, please.

-Son, didn’t you know? -my dad said to me with desolation on his face-. According to the law, you can’t reverse the shrinking process for at least three months. They put that rule in place because there were people who would shrink for fun and come back two days later to restore their size. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait for that.

Three months! Three months shrunk to the size of an insect. I felt myself dying at that moment. I began to cry, unable to help it. My father put me back to his lips and comforted me:

-Calm down, calm down… everything is going to be all right, you’ll see. We’ll be fine. Calm down, honey…

When I calmed down, he put me back in the cage and started to drive. Then I looked at him and couldn’t help but shudder at that huge, suit-clad body. My dad had always been a tall, strong man but now… he was simply a god. It’s very different to see anonymous giants than someone you know become a titan. You can’t believe you were ever able to interact with that colossus, the size of a mountain. The feeling was simply overwhelming.

When we got home, my father put the cage on the table in the living room, put his huge face close to the bars and said to me:

-Artie, I’m sorry, but as long as I can’t keep an eye on you, you’ll have to stay in the cage. I can’t risk a cat coming into the house, or a hungry spider eating you for breakfast. Don’t worry, I’ll try to keep it as short as possible, and I’ll buy you some tiny furniture and one of those little computers to make it as comfortable as possible.

I nodded, understanding. The mere mention of a cat or a spider had been scary enough. I sat waiting, while he did things around the house and attended to business matters on the phone. My dad, a widower, had been living alone since my younger brother had left to go to college. At last he came back and told me cheerfully:

-Dinner time!

He took me out of the cage. The feeling of being in his hand was comforting, but disturbing at the same time, so I asked him not to do it anymore. He understood and then began to eat what he had prepared, chatting with me casually, clearly wanting to make me forget my situation. It was hard at first, but then I gradually relaxed and responded to his chatter – it was so nice to be talking again! I blessed the intercom and felt human again. As we chatted, my father kept feeding me bits of food, often making me take it straight from his fingers, not realizing how humiliating it was for me. He made me feel like a puppy, or rather a hamster, but I didn’t want to bother him anymore. I was so happy to have him!

When dinner was over my dad went to the üzümlü escort couch, sat down and put me next to him, while he turned on the TV. I tried to concentrate on the screen, but I couldn’t with that titan next to me. He had changed and was now wearing only a t-shirt and jeans. Next to his titanic thigh, I could do nothing but admire those huge legs, his colossal torso, his considerable belly, his handsome bearded face. I could no longer see that gigantic man as my father. His hand, the size of a truck, rested next to me, and I could only think that his fingers could tear me apart in a second without the slightest effort. The manliness of his body was so great that I wanted to kneel down and adore the greatness of that god, immense and almighty.

At one point the phone rang at home and my father got up to answer it. I heard him talking to someone about work as I absentmindedly paced the surface of the couch, marveling at how big it was. I didn’t realize the danger I was putting myself in. When my father hung up, he returned to the couch, but he didn’t notice that I had moved and suddenly I saw his huge jeans-clad ass descending on me. I screamed in terror, but he didn’t hear me, and terrified I realized that I was going to be inadvertently crushed by my dad’s giant ass. “My God, what a way to die!”, I thought.

Luckily, at the last second, my father’s ass deflected a little and, taking a tremendous leap, I managed to avoid being crushed and, when the huge body impacted the couch, I was between his legs. I took a deep breath, trying to recover from the shock, and when I calmed down, my mouth went dry when I saw the place where I was. Surrounded by my dad’s titanic thighs and having the huge fly of his 501 next to me. The feeling I had being so close to that huge bulge, that immense crotch, was so overwhelming that I almost fainted. There, on the other side of the denim, was the cock that had given me life, now bigger than my whole body! Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined being in such a situation.

My father finally noticed me and asked me how I had gotten there. Then he realized that he had taken off his intercom when answering the phone and hadn’t put it back on. That’s why he hadn’t heard my cries for help when he had been about to crush me. I explained what had happened and he shook his head. We would have to be more careful from now on.

When it was time to go to bed, my dad announced to me, with regret, that I would have to sleep in the cage, for the reasons he had given me. Nevertheless, he took pains to prepare something resembling a bed for me with a handkerchief and told me that I would sleep in his room, on the nightstand. There he took me and, after sending me a goodnight kiss through the bars, undressed and got into bed, falling asleep almost at once. Being so close to that immense naked body, together with his intense heat and the depth of his breathing, produced such feelings in me that, without being able to help it, I jerked off furiously, releasing in a few seconds what seemed to me an immense amount of cum, although then I imagined what a cum of my father’s must be at those moments and understood the insignificance of mine.

At last I dropped onto the makeshift bed, terribly embarrassed at having masturbated because of my giant father…

To be continued…

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