Jon loved the idea of being able to shrink down and be squeezed between someone’s toes or to grow to gigantic proportions and stuff a regular sized person inside his underpants. He even had a slight interest in vore, being eaten by the larger person or eating the smaller one himself; the idea of going on a sort of elaborate water slide through the giant’s body or feeling the tiny sliding through him (although he didn’t relish the other end of that trip in either position). He wished he could do it in real life, but even if that wasn’t physically impossible, how would he explain it to his family? To Karyn? If word got out to school the other kids would brand him a sicko and a pervert.
Squeezing his cock, he decided to switch from looking at photos of vore to the more tamer pics of giant-tiny interaction. In these there some pics of the squishing themes, but most were just pics of them interacting, such as the large guy bending down to look st the small guy, or the small guy riding around on the big guy’s head or in his pocket.
“How I wish that was me,” he thought with a sigh. Realising what he’d just thought he froze, then relaxed again when he remembered he hadnt said it out loud, and even if he had he wasn’t holding the stone. He shook his head, then paused as something caught the corner of his eye.
Shrugging it off, he returned to his bed and picked up his iPad again. He was about to start looking at more pics when he noticed he had a new message. Curious he opened it up.
++Hi. This is going to sound weird, but is your name Jon?++
++Why do you want to know?++ replied Jon nervously.
++Your avvy. Either you’re Jon or you stole his pic. I've seen it on FB so know it’s his++
Jon swore under his breath. The avatar he used on his fetish site was a photo of him taken at a costume party last year. He’d gone in a half assed dog costume, which was just a cheap collar from the pet store and a discount mask of Amazon. He’d thought he’d been clever and used a pic no one would recognize. Clearly he’d been mistaken ++Who are you?++ he replied with trepidation.
++I’m...
