THE SMALL MAN

Chapter 6

My senses continued to be clouded by the daily servings of the herbs that Sharon fed me each morning.  The only food allowed to pass my lips came either directly from one of her lover's cock, or as a mixture of their juices that I sucked from her treasure.  I have no idea how many of the village men, or "breeders," as she called them, fed me or had sex with her.  She said she used every one of them at one time or another, and I can't dispute that.  It seemed that one or more of them was either standing before me, his huge member buried deep in my throat, or in her bed pleasuring her.  Many times there would be three of the men in the hut with us, and two of them would be in her bed while the other fed me.  They would then change places, until all had been satisfied, and my hunger had stilled for a few hours.

Every day Sharon held the stick along my penis, and to my amazement, the thing was indeed growing.  No, not my cock, the stick.  I had thought the twig was dead, but when Sharon would carve another notch closer to the bottom end every two or three days, I had no other explanation but that the stick was growing.  Another odd thing was that her hand, and indeed her whole body was growing.  When we held our flattened hands together, her fingers had grown slightly each time.  It was never by much, but over the space of a few days, the difference was striking.

By the end of the first week, it seemed that everything in the world, except me, was growing.  It actually became difficult for me to fit the men's penises into my wide open mouth, and when they would feed me, the quantity seemed to be much greater than before.  I continued to eat everything they would give me, but by then I was noticing a feeling of fullness in my stomach that had not been there a few days earlier.  It seemed that the treatments, that I had hoped would make my penis grow, were having the opposite effect, and everyone and everything else was growing, while I stayed the same size.

When I tried to talk to Sharon about the strange effect the treatments were having on her, and the other people in the village, she would just say, "Just be patient, honey.  Everything will be just fine in a few more days."  Since I had no choice in the matter, I resolved to keep my peace.

Day by day everything and everyone but me continued to grow.  By the time two weeks had passed, every hair on my body had fallen out, and my skin was as smooth as a baby's.  Sharon loved to stroke my bald head, almost as if she were petting a dog or cat.  I also loved that, and tried to please her in every way so she'd do it as often as possible.  She also seemed to truly enjoy masturbating my always-erect cock, but even with the tremendous stimulation that gave me, my balls would still not release their pent-up load.  I felt sexual frustration all the time by then, but at those moments when she was pleasuring me, it seemed to grow several times over.

One thing that did not grow, however, was my cock.  When I would take it in my hand, which I did many times each day, it still felt exactly the same as it always had.  When Sharon did that, though, her hand now completely enclosed the thing.  I could see that she, and all the other women in the village, were becoming giantesses, and I longed to beg her to stop the treatments before they harmed her.  However, I didn't do that, but not for want of trying.  It actually seemed as if there was no longer enough air in my lungs to allow my throat and mouth to form words.  I would try to speak, but nothing but tiny squeaks came out.

Sharon continued to reassure me that everything that was happening to me was expected, and had happened to countless other men over the centuries.  It seemed as if she were completely unconcerned by how large she, and everyone else in the village, had grown.  When I had mentioned it several days before, back when I was still capable of speech, she said I was probably just experiencing side effects of the treatments.  Once again, I relied on her judgment, and said no more about the matter.

Eighteen days after my first treatment, Sharon entered the hut.  I was lying on my pallet, almost in a complete state of shock.  I had finally realized that I was no longer breathing, and that was the reason I was unable to speak.  I had placed one hand flat on my chest, trying to detect any movement, and had felt none over the course of at least two hours.

She could sense my terror, and dropped to her knees beside me, asking, "What's the matter, honey?  Did you have a bad dream?"  I shook my head frantically, then pointed to my chest.  When she looked there, I held my hand flat right above it, then moved it slowly up and down, while shaking my head from side to side.  She looked puzzled for a moment, then asked, "Did you finally notice that you're no longer breathing?  Don't be so frightened, sweetheart.  It's all very natural and expected.  Believe me, it'll be better for you.  After all, when you're riding, it'd be pretty hard to breathe, wouldn't it?"  She laughed long and hard at her words, but for the life of me I couldn't see anything humorous in them.  Again I didn't understand the reference to "riding," since I had always needed to breathe, whether or not I was sitting on a horse.

She then attempted to calm me still further, saying, "Your body's need for oxygen has been reduced a lot by the treatments.  What little you still need is being processed from what you eat and drink from us.  Don't worry about it.  As long as I keep giving you all that good stuff, you'll be fine."  She shifted gears then, saying, "Now, I want to measure you again.  I think we're just about there.  Wouldn't want to go too far, would we?"

She got the measuring stick and held it beside my erection once again.  By that time the thing looked like a tree limb to me, with the series of notches she'd carved in it resembling a primitive version of a ladder.  The thought that exploded in my brain at that instant was probably more intense than any I'd ever had.  Suddenly I knew that, instead of everyone and everything else growing, I had been shrinking.  The truth of that idea overwhelmed me, and my body collapsed on the pallet.

When my vision returned, Sharon's face was looking down at me with tenderness and concern.  She asked, "Are you sick, honey?  What just happened to you?"

Since I couldn't speak, I racked my brain for a way to ask the most important question I'd ever had.  Finally I thought to point to myself, then hold my hands a couple of feet apart.  I slowly brought them together until they were separated by about four inches.  I looked at her questioningly, hoping she'd understand what I was asking.

After hesitating several seconds, she said, "Oh, I get it.  You want to know if you're shrinking, don't you?"  I nodded my head vigorously, and she smiled before replying, "Of course you are, silly.  What?  Did you think everyone else had been growing while you stayed the same size?"  She then laughed again when she saw the stunned expression on my face, and then after she calmed, she picked me up in her gigantic hands.  She held me close to her lips, then kissed the top of my bald head.

After a long period of silence, she told me in a soft voice, "This is something I've wanted for us for a long time, I guess.  I just never understood the need I had, and especially that it was possible, until I came here last year.  Once I saw what the women here did to their husbands, I knew to the depths of my soul that you and I needed the same thing.  When I got home, and you were so eager to eat me during my period, I knew you wanted it just as much as I did.  SeeSee had told me that when a husband was eager to do that, it was always the strongest sign that he was ready to become her rider.  Now we'll have the kind of closeness and intimacy we've needed for years.  I know you want that just as much as I do."  She stopped speaking then, and again kissed my head.  For my part, I was stunned beyond any ability to react, but deep inside me I knew everything she'd said was right, and that whatever happened to me, it was her choice and I would accept it.

Accept it I did, and even though I really and truly had no other choice, I knew in my heart of hearts that I would do anything Sharon wanted me to do.  Even more perversely, though, in the space of just a few minutes, I had not only accepted that I was becoming smaller by the hour, but I actually felt increased arousal when I thought of it.
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As my body grew smaller, the treatments seemed to have a greater effect on it.  In the space of one day, the change was noticeable.  I'll always remember the day, probably Day 20 [as I came to number them], when we both noticed my mouth was at Sharon's crotch, even though I was standing as straight as possible.  She unwrapped her loincloth, then spread her legs and drew my head forward.  She whispered, "That's my good little man.  Eat Mommy's pussy for her."  Even though she chuckled as my tongue began its furious work, I could tell her voice was husky with arousal, and that was made even more evident when it took her just a couple of minutes to reach her orgasm. 

By the time slightly more than three weeks had passed since that first night in the village, the top of my head was well below Sharon's knees.  She picked me up with little apparent effort, then held me out in front of her, as if trying to measure me with her eyes alone.

Just then Ramon walked into the hut, and Sharon said, "Oh good, Ramon.  I'm glad you're here.  I want to check something."  I'm sure he didn't understand a single word she said, other than his name, but when she beckoned him to her side, he approached.  I was set down on my pallet, and stood there watching, still in a state of shock.

Ramon seemed to be at least semi-erect whenever he was around Sharon, which was completely understandable.  He was that way by the time she placed one hand on his huge cock, and in the space of just a few seconds, it was fully erect.  She continued to stroke it until she was sure his hardon was as big as possible.

She then released his penis, which began to bob up and down in front of him.  Giving it no further notice, Sharon leaned down and took me in her hands again.  She then grasped me around my midsection, saying, "Sweetie, hold your body just as stiff and straight as you can."

I obeyed mindlessly, holding my arms alongside my torso, and locking my legs straight.  She then held me beside Ramon's erection, while holding it still with the other hand.  The only word she said was, "Perfect!"  I didn't understand what she meant until she continued, "I wanted you to be the same size as Ramon's cock, and that's close enough.  God, I thought this day would never come.  Tonight we can have the final ceremony."  The joy in her voice was infectious, and I became just as excited as she, although I never did understand why.  I guess it was a case of me being so in tune with my wife that her moods became mine.  Whatever the reason, I didn't question it then, and have never done so since.

To celebrate her achievement, Sharon carefully replaced me on my pallet, then removed her loincloth in one swift motion.  With no hesitation, she dropped to her own bed, pulling Ramon down on top of her.  She spread her legs, then drew her knees to her chest, and that was all the invitation he needed to begin giving her the pleasure she craved.  Soon he was pumping away with all his might, and she was gazing at me in rapt fascination.

Ramon was usually slow to cum, which was a result of the training he'd been given, or so Sharon had told me.  This time, though, her need must have been apparent to him, and in less than two minutes he made the small moan that always signaled his orgasm.  I knew he was filling her treasure with his sperm, and that soon it would be my turn to become her partner.

Almost before he had finished cumming, Sharon was pushing him away.  With no objection he moved aside, then watched in amusement as she motioned me to get between her legs.  I literally ran to obey her summons, and then knelt there before her temple as if in worship.  That was more truth than fancy, because I did worship her, and I loved to bring her what little pleasure I still could.

She must have lost patience with me, for she placed one hand on the back of my tiny head and roughly moved it forward.  She hissed, "Get in there, you little bastard!"  As soon as my face touched her treasure, I began to lick and suck frantically, once again driven by the ravenous hunger that I always felt when I tasted her juices.  That was not what she wanted, though, and she kept pushing on the back of my head, until it actually entered her body.  For the first time ever, I was completely within her, and I was almost in a state of shock at how good, how right, how natural it felt.  It seemed as if my whole life had been nothing but a preparation for this moment, and I was overcome with joy.  Not so overcome that I stopped licking and sucking, of course.  That part had become more than automatic with me, and my tongue, lips, mouth, and throat never ceased their efforts.

As I devoured their juices everywhere I could reach, I would turn my head to find a new supply.  After a few minutes of doing that, I had turned until my mouth was facing upwards, and my tiny body was also.  I felt a new sensation in my crotch then, and realized that she had pinched my little penis between two of her fingers, and was using it to lift my body clear of the pallet.  The thrills that shot through me then were unlike any I'd ever before felt, and they drove me to new heights in my efforts to eat every single drop of their wonderful cum.  I frantically licked and swallowed, delirious in my ecstasy, loving the feeling of her holding me suspended by my tiny member, and loving even more the way she was using it to drive me even deeper inside her.

I felt something then that was completely new, and my befuddled brain had no idea what was happening.  Her treasure began to contract, seemingly wanting to squeeze the life out of my tiny body.  Understanding swept over me then, and the realization that she was cumming, due completely to my efforts, gave me such a feeling of pride that it almost displaced the arousal and hunger.  Then, to my great disappointment, her contractions became so strong that I was expelled from her treasure as if shot from a cannon.

She had released her hold on my penis as her orgasm swept over her, and I mourned that loss of contact as I lay there trying to regain my senses.  After what seemed an eternity, she scooted away from me, then sat up.  She looked down at me, then said in her booming voice, "Well, you're finally good for something, aren't you?  I've always wanted to use you as my living dildo, and that was a good start.  Next time you can count on going lots farther in.  Hope you like it, honey."

There was no question at all that I would not only like it, but would love it with all my heart.  My chest was tight with pride in having given her an orgasm, which was something I hadn't been able to do since we'd arrived at the village.  I knew then that I needed to feel that over and over, and my whole life would be dedicated to repeating the experience as much as possible.  Her promise that I'd be put in her even deeper the next time gave me a feeling of lust that was almost unbearable.  I prayed that she would recover very quickly, and would soon feel again the need to use me as her dildo.

It was by then late afternoon, and Sharon spoke to Ramon, obviously giving him instructions and dismissing him.  As he left the hut, she told me that he was going to speak to SeeSee about the arrangements for that night's ceremony.  She then picked my up and placed me on her chest, moving my head to one of her mighty breasts.  As she guided my mouth to her nipple, she ordered me to suck it, since she had always found that to be soothing to her, and she thought it would help her fall asleep.

As I began to fervently worship her wonderful nipple, which just barely fit in my mouth, she said in a sleepy voice, "Tonight you'll become the perfect husband, honey.  I can't wait."  Her breathing became more even then, and as I continued to suckle, I heard the soft snore that always announced when she had drifted off.  For my own part, I was much too excited and aroused to even think of sleep.  I had no idea what would be done to me that night, but that mystery seemed to make it only more exciting.  Her statement about finding it hard to wait was even more strongly an echo of my own sentiments.
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SeeSee awakened both of us some time later, and as I lifted my head from Sharon's breast, where my mouth had remained fastened to her nipple during our shared nap, I could see it was full dark outside.  Sharon came awake slowly, then when SeeSee spoke again, said, "I'm awake now.  I have to get something out of my pack, and then we'll be right out."  The girl made an assenting sound, then left.

Sharon picked up the flashlight that was kept by her bed in case she had to get up during the night.  When she turned it on, the burst of light almost blinded me until I quickly turned my head away from it.  She told me to get off her, and I very carefully slid down to the pallet.  She got up and walked over to where our backpacks were lying on the floor, then used the flashlight to get something out of hers.  She clutched whatever it was in one hand, then turned off the flashlight and put it back in its place. 

She picked me up with her free hand and placed me on her shoulder, where I rode easily, as if I'd been doing such a thing all my life.  I placed one hand lightly on her ear to steady myself, and then was lost in the joy of being so close to her as we left the hut.

The bonfire had been kindled in the same spot as before, and the same three women were standing there waiting for us.  Again the onlookers parted to allow us to pass, and we did so in a silence broken only by the popping of the wood as it burned.  Sharon stopped when we again faced the older woman, and it was exactly the same as the night of my first treatment, except for the fact that I was then almost six feel tall, but was now less than one foot in height.

As she had before, the woman chanted something in a singsong voice.  Again Sharon translated for me, saying softly, "She says the process of making you a true husband is almost at an end.  She asks their permission to take the final step tonight, to make you forever after my rider."

As she finished whispering to me, the same word they had shouted out that first night was repeated over and over by every throat in the village.  It seemed that, whatever was to be my fate, it had been sealed.  Even though there was a tiny spark of fear of the unknown that still existed in my brain, I knew I had no cause for alarm.  If my wife wanted this to happen, then it was meant to be.  Moreover, I was her complete slave by now, and would never go against her wishes.  I was at peace, or at least as much at peace as my constant sexual arousal would let me be.

Sharon lifted me from her shoulder, then placed me on the tree stump that served as a table.  She told me to lie on my back, and to not move until she told me to.  I did that with no hesitation, glancing down at my perpetual hardon that had several days ago changed from purple to black, and then to a deep brown color that was an echo of the skin of the villagers.  I thought it was rather a handsome color, and was more than a little proud of it.

At that instant, my attention was distracted by SeeSee stepping up to the stump.  As I looked her way, I saw her reach inside her loincloth, and then stared in stunned surprise as she removed a tiny man who was a duplicate of my own size!  I think it was then that I truly understood why they called their husbands "riders," and just what my future was to be.  I was sure that the rest of my days would be spent riding in Sharon's crotch, surrounded by all the scents and sensations her treasure would give me.  I wanted that to be true more than I can say.

The little man was placed on the table beside me, with his back turned.  I had no idea what his part in the ceremony was to be, and lay there quietly watching him with every ounce of my attention.  As I watched, SeeSee took from a pouch what looked to me to be a rope, then placed it on the stump beside her husband.  As her monstrous hand came closer to me, I realized the "rope" was merely a string or thread to her.  The little man began to tie a slipknot in one end, and I could see why his services were needed.  None of the villagers could ever have done such precise work, while his tiny hands moved as dexterously as could be.

He turned to face me then, with his back to the fire.  Since I was looking directly into the flames, none of his features were visible to me.  However, I could definitely see what he was doing when he knelt beside my supine form, then placed the slipknot over the head of my cock.  After pulling it tight, he held the free end up as high as he could, and I saw Sharon take it from him.

As I was sure would happen, she raised her hand, tightening the thread and stretching my petrified penis.  Even then she didn't stop, but continued to move her hand upward, stopping only when my midsection was lifted off the table, and I had arched my back as much as possible.  Only my heels and hands were still in contact with the surface, providing what support they could to keep my cock from being pulled free of my body.

Sharon then held aloft the thing she'd taken from her backpack, seemingly wanting to display it to everyone watching the ceremony.  I saw the firelight glancing off the bright metal surface of the thing, but its huge size confused my brain and I'd didn't recognize it.  It was only when she lowered it to just a few inches above my stretched dick that I at last understood what it was she was holding, and just what its intended purpose was.

The thing she was holding was nothing more than a tool used to trim fingernails, but as soon as I recognized it, I knew that wasn't what would be trimmed that night.  Instinctively, my body began to struggle, trying with all its strength to free itself and escape what she intended for it.  There was no conscious thought on my part; it just happened.  I know my mouth was wide open, trying to scream in terror, but no sounds came forth.

At last I regained enough control of myself to realize Sharon was trying to speak to me.  My body stilled, and as my hearing returned I could hear her saying softly, "Stop that, please.  You're shaming me in front of my friends.  This one last thing needs to be done before you can become my rider.  Surely you don't expect me to have to put up with that repulsive thing poking me all the time, do you?"

Her words calmed me, and I immediately understood the truth in what she was saying.  My penis no longer had any use, to either of us.  As much as I would try to masturbate the thing, it never would allow me to feel any pleasure.  Of course, there was no way Sharon could ever feel any sort of satisfaction from my minuscule cock, and I could think of no reason why it should remain attached to me.  In any case, it was her decision, not mine.  If this was what she wanted, then it would happen.

I remained unmoving, at peace with the decision she'd made, and that I totally agreed with.  The tension in my strained muscles, as they tried to support my body in that strange position, began to cause me more and more pain, and if I could have uttered any words, they would have been to beg her to please hurry.

She seemed to be in no particular hurry.  When she saw that I again was in control of myself, she slowly and carefully lowered the fingernail clippers to my crotch, then moved them in position.  The little splinter that used to be my cock was between the razor-sharp blades, and I had eyes for nothing else.  She had turned the blades parallel to my abdomen, so that I could see the tiny little thing centered there, awaiting its fate.  The fire backlighted the scene, shining through the opening in the clippers, etching it forever in my memory.

At long last, I saw a tiny movement in her fingers, and I knew she was squeezing the handle of the clippers.  In complete silence, the blades closed, and as if in slow motion my body fell to the tabletop.  A wave of overwhelming pain swept through me as I lay there, at last her true husband.  As I began to lose consciousness, I saw SeeSee holding a stick with a glowing end, moving it with immense slowness toward my spurting stump.  She blew on it to make the coals glow even brighter, then touched it to the wound to seal it forever.

That was the last thing I remembered of that night.

Continued in Chapter 7.