Chapter 2: The Hospital

Chapter 2: The Hospital

The next time I regained consciousness the pain had left me, but I found myself lying on an unfamiliar soft surface. I opened my eyes I confusing looking around the darkened room I found myself in. It was night and I could see the moon shining through the open window. A light at the end of a long hallway shone through the open door dimly illuminating the area around me. Looking around it seemed like a pretty standard hospital room in terms of its contents. However something wasn’t quite right, the scale of everything was wrong. Everything was too large. I felt like I was drowning in the oversized hospital bed that extended well past where my feet rested.

Looking around the room I could see that I was alone, with no other beds in sight. Like a flash I realized Ben wasn’t here. Where is Ben!? I have to find him. I tried to get out of bed, but it was so hard to move. As I struggled I felt a tugging on my hand. I looked down to see an IV and various medical devices attached to me, they were ridiculously huge. I struggled with fingers that didn’t want to cooperate and seemed too small to properly manipulate the giant devices, but eventually I managed to disentangle or remove the objects from myself. With great effort I **** myself over the side of the bed to step onto the ground.

I should have known based on the scale of everything else that the ground wasn’t going to be where I thought it was. Instead of gently stepping out of bed I tumbled to the floor which was much further down than I expected. I lay on the floor in a crumpled heap even the small effort of getting out of bed was exhausting. I could see the world going grey around the edges of my vision.

I’m not sure if it was the monitors I pulled off or the sound of my hitting the floor, but I must have attracted the attention of an on duty nurse. She was rushing towards my room eclipsing the light from the end of the hall. She too was huge like everything around here, by my estimate nearly seven feet tall. Could this be a hospital for giants? But that’s crazy. It didn’t really matter anyway, I needed to find Ben. I’ve always been the stronger of the two of us. I’ve always protected him. If I felt this terrible there’s no telling what had happened to Ben.

“Ben…” I tried to call out for him, but my voice was so weak it came out barely more than a whisper. That final exertion was all the effort my body could manage and I felt myself passing out once again. The grey started to iris in from the edges of my vision. I could see the woman’s lips moving but sound had already faded from the world. Before she could reach me the darkness overtook me and the world went black.

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When next I awoke I was back in bed, sunlight was streaming through the window, and a doctor was standing in my room. He looked down at me with a concerned look on his face. One that I’m sure was mirrored on my own. My first concern was once again Ben who was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Ben, is he alright!?” I asked with more than a tinge of desperation. My voice sounded a little strange, somewhat higher than normal, but I attributed it to fear.

“We’ll get to your friend in due time but before we get to that can you tell me your name?” the doctor asked.

“Kyle, Kyle Anderson. Now will you tell me what’s happened to Ben!?” I demanded becoming more distraught by his refusal to answer my question, but my demanding tone was somewhat undercut by my high pitched voice. I spent a moment clearing my throat trying to restore my voice to its proper tone.

“Well Mr. Anderson, My name is Dr. Caldwell and I’ve been looking after you since you arrived here. I can assure you that Ben is alive and doing fine, but before we get to that I think it’s more important to talk about what’s happened to you,” the doctor said cautiously.

“Why, what’s happened to me?” I said with growing concern which only seemed to make my voice grow higher.

“Are you experiencing any pain?”

“No, I feel fine. Would you please tell me what’s happened to me?” I said, giving up on getting my voice to sound anything like normal.

“Well Mr. Anderson, you’ve experienced some significant physical changes,” the doctor said hesitantly.

“Like what?!” I questioned, my voice shaking a little.

“Well we don’t have baseline measurements from before your… changes so we don’t know exactly. Your friend, Mr. Miller, was able to provide us with a basic description so we know some general details. It might be easier to show you. Do you feel ready to stand?”

“Yes,” I replied with more than a hint of apprehension. The doctor pulled a low stool over to the edge of my bed before offering me his hand to help me get out of bed. Taking his hand I was again overcome by a sense of disorientation as my hand was practically swallowed by his much larger digits. He pulled on my arm allowing me to step off the bed and onto the stool, avoiding the tumble I took the last time I tried this on my own. Standing flat on the floor, even accounting for the doctor’s shoes, he had to be well over seven feet tall. My eye line wasn’t even as high as his shoulders.

“As I’m sure you’ve figured out, there’s been a significant reduction in height. How tall were you?” The doctor said looking down at me as I had to crane my head back to make eye contact. He stayed close to make sure I didn’t collapse. It hit me like a bolt of lightning, the room wasn’t oversized, the bed wasn’t an unreasonable distance above the floor, the nurses and doctors here weren’t giants. I shrunk.

“I am, or I was, six feet tall. How, how tall am I now?” I asked not sure I wanted to know the answer.

Pressing forward with his questions without answering mine, Dr. Caldwell asked, “How about weight?”

“A little over 180 pounds last I checked. Now will you tell me what’s happened!?” I realized I was practically yelling and approaching panic.

“We only took rough measurements when you were in bed, but it looks like you’re now closer to five feet tall. You also weigh about 103 pounds.” He told me haltingly.

“What…” I said breathlessly trying to sit back on the bed for support, but at my new height I was only able to lean against the frame. How could I be five feet tall? I haven’t been this size since before I was twelve years old.

“As for any further changes, perhaps it’s best if you inspect for yourself. The bathroom has a full length mirror on the back of the door,” the doctor said gesturing to the door behind him and to the side. “I’ll be right outside if you have any questions or need any help.” I walked past the doctor into the bathroom, needing to reach higher for the door knob than I expected. Once I had the door firmly closed I stared past my overlong hospital gown at my feet for as long as I could before I **** myself to look into the mirror confronting my new reality.

Even before I removed the gown I could see there had been significant alterations to my body. Even if I didn’t know my stature had been reduced to five feet my entire frame had gotten smaller. My shoulders were narrower, even in relation to my smaller height. In the past I would have best described my overall build as “solid”, but now I realized I would be **** to downgrade it to “slight”. Even in comparison to my memories of Ben, he’d never looked quite so insubstantial. Ben had always been gangly with a sense of height to him even if he was thin. I, on the other hand, was now small in all regards.

Next I turned my attention to the only part of me not currently covered by my oversized hospital gown, my face and head. I’ve always had a masculine square jaw framing a face that’s been described as attractive. I never had model-caliber looks but was above average and had my fair share of interested women. Now it was as if all the edges had been worn down, my chin was rounded and undefined, my nose small and almost dainty, the only sharp edge was my cheekbones which seemed to be held in sharper relief against the rest of my face. The whole look made my blue eyes appear larger and more expressive. My eyelashes had lengthened and my eyebrows had thinned out into a more delicate shape.

My hair had lengthened and thickened considerably, forming a rounded swooping style framing my face, coming down to around my ears. This was in sharp contrast to the shorter styles I usually preferred of under an inch in length for my hair that had just begun to thin a little on top. Now my thickened blond locks gave more of an impression of what I would call a pixie cut on a female. The other difference to my usual style was in my facial hair. Recently I’d taken to wearing a short amount of groomed stubble. All of that was gone. Running my hand over my softened cheeks I couldn’t feel even a hint of stubble on a cheek that hadn’t felt this smooth since before I started shaving. As best I can tell, I don’t have facial hair anymore.

All of this gives my appearance a softer almost feminine look. Looking at myself I could still pick out my familiar features, I was unmistakably me, but a gentler rounded me. I was still definitely male, but much closer to androgynous than I was really comfortable with. My appraisal of my new facial structure complete meant I had to proceed with the examination of the rest of my body. It took a moment’s effort getting used to my smaller fingers, but I soon had the ties on back of the gown undone. I pulled it off my shoulders and lowered it to my waist where I held it in order to appraise my upper body. I’m not sure I was ready to see my new body in all its naked glory at once, so I clutched that gown around my hips like a shield.

Looking at my chest and arms the first words that came to mind were smooth and shapeless. In my youth I spent some time in the gym, not enough to get to body builder levels, but enough to maintain a well-toned body. I had impressive arms and pecs, and in the past I even had six-pack abs for a while. In recent years it’s been harder to find time for the gym and my six-pack has been buried under a thin layer of flab that robbed me of most of the definition I had built. But even with a few years of relative neglect overall I still cut a relatively impressive figure without a shirt, especially compared to most of my academically minded coworkers.

All of that was gone now, both the muscle and the flab. Everything about my arms and chest is small and flat now. It wasn’t that I was entirely without muscle, but they were all small and sleek rather than toned. I no longer had any of my recently accumulated flab, but that just made my entire body look smaller and still lacked any discernable form or definition. Looking at my body now I would describe it as lithe. My body was no longer defined by its muscles per se but I still had a certain supple grace.

With that appraisal done it was time for the moment of truth. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and dropped my gown to the cold hospital floor. After a moment to steel my resolve I opened my eyes and took in my new form in its entirety. My first observation was that my legs had undergone a similar change to my arms and upper body, slimming down and becoming sleeker. Looking from my almost dainty feet up my slim legs led me to the only part of my body that might have actually grown in my transformation, my new ass. I’d tried to keep it reasonably toned like the rest of my body in the past, but now it was on another level. Twisting a bit to the side I could see that it bubbled out from the back of my legs into a supple inviting roundness. I’d never had an ass like this before, and not that I’d gone looking for many men’s butts, but I’ve never seen anything like it on a man. My new bubble-butt caused confusing feelings to well up within me. The first word that sprang to mind was “fuckable”, which was somewhat distressing, as well as confusingly arousing, describing a part of my own body.

That arousal ended when I spun back around to look at the mirror straight on to examine the last part of my body. The part I feared the most. Looking at my new penis it was worse than I had even feared. Before, I would have considered my dick one of my most extraordinary features, at a little over seven inches. I’ve had to explain to more than one girlfriend that porn lies to you and my dick wasn’t nine, ten, eleven, or once I even got twelve inches long. Seven inches long is a huge dick, and mine no longer qualified. Even with my overall reduction in stature, my dick went much further. I’m not sure how much was the fear and how much was the cold of standing naked in this bathroom. I didn’t even know if this is just how big my new flaccid cock would ever be. All I could see was the bare head of my dick attached directly to my crotch. Flaccid I have effectively no shaft at all, just a much reduced dick-head of under half an inch long. My past taunts of “Acorn Dick” rang loudly in my ears, because that’s exactly what I looked like, a tiny acorn attached directly to my pubis.

My new cock pointed out straight ahead and away from my body, far too short to hang down like I was used to. Before, my dick even at its smallest hung down obscuring at least the top couple of inches of my balls. Now my view was unobstructed to see my similarly reduced testicles. The situation wasn’t quite as bad as my dick, but no one could say my balls aren’t small now. Before, I had a good low-hanging pair in perfect proportion with my dick, a little larger than ping-pong balls. Now my balls were held tightly up against my groin in a much reduced sack. As for the balls themselves, feeling around in my scrotum it took me a moment to find them. I could tell they were now smaller than the average grape.

I’d stopped looking at the mirror a while ago, hoping that the image itself was somehow lying to me, but now looking down directly at my penis and feeling my hands upon it I had to admit this was all horrifyingly real. Pressing my hands into the base of my dick revealed I really didn’t have a base. My new body was so thin that there was no layer of fat, to speak of, covering my pubic bone. Pressing through a thin layer of skin that was all that separated my dick head from my pubic bone I was able to see the tiniest hint of shaft circled by my circumcision scar. There really wasn’t anything more hidden.

I really didn’t want to, but just had to know, how big I was hard now. My only hope was that I was a grower and that my erect size was at least useable. I pressed and rubbed trying to get hard, but wasn’t making much progress. I used to think there was pressure to perform in front of a woman, imagine the pressure when you need an erection to prove the organ between your legs can still be called a cock. I closed my eyes and tried to remember my last night with Olivia, how it felt to thrust into her as she moaned my name in pleasure. It wasn’t long before I was as hard as I’ve ever been, cock twitching in my grasp.

I opened my eyes and looked down while I still had the courage. I was **** to acknowledge that I now possessed a dick no longer than an inch and a half at my absolute hardest. The shaft of my dick had made an appearance taking up less than half an inch of my whole package, my circ scar dividing the shaft evenly in half. The head of my dick had swelled somewhat to about an inch in size and grew firm. All together the whole organ was less than 1.5 inches and the skin of the shaft was drum tight.

I couldn’t stroke my dick in the conventional sense, it’s much too short now. Even against my much reduced hands my penis was still tiny, barely long enough to make it past the halfway point of my palm. All I could do was use a couple of fingers to stroke over the head, occasionally brushing over the smaller shaft. In fact the whole thing was strangely sensitive, but not in a good way. It was almost like the feeling just after getting cut, when my dick head was in constant contact with every surface without any protection. Even more than that basically all that was left of my dick was the head. Stimulation to just the head quickly becomes overwhelming, flashing over from pleasure to pain. Even now, only a few strokes after getting hard I could feel the oversensitivity beginning to set in. My hips started twitching in response to the continued motions even as the nerves of my penis called out for me to stop.

I quickly realized I was naked in a hospital bathroom desperately jerking off the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. As if burned, I pulled my hand away from my groin and immediately crouched down to recover my hospital gown pulling it back up to cover my body. As I tied the gown back onto my body I was overcome by two realizations, each more horrifying than the last. First, just like my facial hair, my body hair had completely vanished. I’d never been particularly hairy, just an average amount in the usual places and a dusting running up over my chest and pecs. Now, nothing on my chest, nothing on my arms or legs, nothing under my armpits, I don’t even have any pubic hair around my fucking tiny dick. The second realization was that once I had the gown re-tied I realized not only didn’t my hard dick press out the front forming a bulge, it was so short it didn’t touch the cloth at all. I was standing here throbbingly erect and it was completely undetectable under a hospital gown.

How could any of this be possible? The last thing I remember I was in the cave with Ben, and now this. I’ll admit getting fucked by my best friend was not something I ever expected to happen, but last I checked gay sex didn’t result in shrinking people and shrinking dicks! The doctor outside had to have some explanation, maybe some sort of treatment to turn me back to normal. Something, that meant I didn’t have to live the rest of my life as a tiny freak. I look like a fucking elf and am hung like one too! I resolved to open that bathroom door and demand some answers.

Drawing myself up and trying to look as imposing as I could, standing at 5’0”, wearing a hospital gown. I opened the bathroom door and glared up into the doctor’s eyes before demanding, “How did this happen!?”

The doctor opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment, “To be perfectly honest, we have no idea what happened to you. I’ve consulted with experts across the country, and by all accounts this should be thoroughly impossible. There’s simply no precedent for a person shrinking as you have.”

“How are you going to fix this?” I questioned, fearing I already knew the answer.

“I’m very sorry Mr. Anderson, but without some indication of how this was done I can’t even begin to formulate a treatment to reverse it. As far as all of the tests performed are concerned, you are perfectly healthy, if small. You came in suffering from acute exhaustion, but now that you’ve recovered from that your test results are perfectly normal. Without the testimony of Mr. Miller and yourself, along with the photographic evidence he provided, I would have no idea there was anything unusual about your current physical condition.”

Ben. I was so overwhelmed by what I saw in the mirror I had forgotten about him for a moment. Nearly blind panic came rushing back at the mention of his name. If whatever this was reduced my not insignificant height to… this, then Ben must have become even smaller. Five feet is horrifying, I can only image how tiny Ben must have become. “Ben! Where’s Ben!” I demanded with more than a hint of the desperation I felt seeping into my apparently permanently higher pitched voice.

Sensing my rising panic Dr. Caldwell began to speak in a calming tone, “Ben is nearby, in fact he’s refused to leave your side since he was discharged three days ago.” He said gesturing to a slept in looking chair with a pillow and blanket wadded up on it. “We asked him to wait outside for this initial medical consultation until we could be sure you were healthy and of sound mind.”

“So I can see Ben now?” I asked, hope tinging my words.

“Soon,” replied Dr. Caldwell, “but first you should know that there’s been an investigation opened into what’s happened to the both of you. We haven’t given up on getting to bottom of this and I still have hope that, perhaps, we may even be able to reverse this. There are some agents who would like to speak with you before we discharge you from the hospital and allow you to meet with Ben. Do you feel up to answering their questions now?”

“Can’t I meet with Ben first?” I asked, both hopeful for a reversal but equally irritated by delaying being reunited with Ben.

“I’m afraid the agents were quite insistent. They want to speak with you as soon as possible.” Dr. Caldwell answered apologetically. Realizing I wasn’t going to make any progress, it was probably best to get this out of the way as soon as possible. Looking up at the doctor I gave a quick nod. Seeing my acceptance he turned, opened the door and gestured to someone out of my view to the left. Dr. Caldwell stepped out of the way and allowed a man and a woman to step into the room. Making eye contact with me he said, “I’ll be just outside if you need anything at all.” Waiting for a moment and getting no signal from me he closed the door.

Turning my attention to the imposing figures now standing in my room, both stood rather stiffly in the middle of the room. They both wore black non-descript suits and ties, looking every bit the part you would assume with a title like “Agent”. I had actual Men in Black coming to question me. I’d find the whole thing comical under less stressful circumstances. The woman spoke first. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Anderson, I’m Special Agent Graves and this is Special Agent Moran,” she said gesturing to the man standing next to her, “we’re with the EPA and we’ve been assigned to look into your… transformation.”

“Why would the Environmental Protection Agency be looking into something like this?” I asked with more than a hint of suspicion in my tone.

“We are operating under the assumption that this has been some kind of chemical leak into the environment that has caused the alarming symptoms you and Mr. Miller have reported. It’s our responsibility to identify and isolate the cause of your condition so that we can ensure it doesn’t spread or affect anyone else.”

“Do you really believe this could be caused by a chemical leak? Dr. Caldwell had never even heard of anything like this.” Not bothering to hide the doubt from my voice.

“You’d be surprised what a ‘chemical leak’ can do to a person,” intoned Moran, speaking for the first time. His tone didn’t exactly inspire confidence in their story.

Shooting him a look that was none too pleased Graves continued, “With all due respect to Dr. Caldwell, he is not well versed in chemical leaks while we specialize in incidents just such as this. Now we’ll do our best to make this as quick and painless as possible but we have a few questions for you. Would you care to take a seat?” she said gesturing to the comfortable chair to the side of the room. Initially I considered refusing, but now that I thought about it my legs were feeling a little tired. It was probably best to rest. The agents waited a moment to allow me to sit and become comfortable before continuing. “Mr. Anderson, I think it would be best if you could tell us everything you remember about your trip leading to you waking up in this hospital,” said Agent Graves setting down a voice recorder on a nearby table and switching it on.

I was none too happy to divulge this story to these jackbooted thugs demanding it, but I had to grudgingly accept that it was probably my best bet if I wanted to get back to normal. I told them the story as accurately as I could remember it. My PhD thesis and the reason for our trip, our walk through the woods, the cave and the writings within, I even told them a brief account of my encounter with Ben, before finally getting to the point where I fell asleep in exhaustion. They seemed reasonably satisfied as I talked, mostly nodding as they took notes but occasionally asking questions to clarify. Once I finished the explanation they asked me to go over the directions and landmarks in the woods again. I went over it as clearly as I could, detailing the creek, Wolf Head Rock, The Vee Tree, all the way up to Broken Boulder.

As I finished the agents shot each other a look that didn’t seem too happy. They could see I’d paused with a questioning look my on my face and so Graves volunteered, “That’s almost word-for-word the description we got from Mr. Miller.”

“Why is that a problem?” I asked curiously.

“We had Mr. Miller take us to woods in an attempt to find this cave. He brought us to the creek, but after that he just walked us along the creek bed until we reached a culvert crossing a road. There was no sign of ‘Wolf Head Rock’ as you call it. He was quite distraught, we walked back and forth several times, but he was never able to get his bearings. We’ve had teams out patrolling the woods in a search grid, but so far they haven’t found anything resembling the cave or any of the landmarks you mentioned,” said Graves, with an air of frustration.

“How is that possible? We’ve been going to that cave for years. I could practically walk there in my sleep, and Ben knows the route just as well as I do.” I claimed incredulously.

“If you’re willing, we can take you out to the woods once you’ve been discharged from the hospital. Maybe you’ll have better luck than Mr. Miller. For now do you have anything else relevant to add that you think we may need to know?”

“Not that I can think of right now.”

Picking up and turning off the recording device Agent Graves said, “Well, if you think of anything feel free to call us day or night,” as she placed her card down on the table. “Thank you for your time Mr. Anderson, we’ll be in touch.” The two of them quickly filed out of the room as I sat in the chair feeling numb. Our interview hadn’t exactly filled me with confidence about how this will turn out. I might be stuck this way.

It wasn’t long before Dr. Caldwell arrived back knocking at my door. I stood up trying to appear as tall as I could and yelled, “Come in,” in a voice that still didn’t sound like my own.

He opened the door and stood blocking the entry way and said, “If you’re willing, I’ve got someone who’s very anxious to talk to you. You’ve had a pretty busy day, if you’d like a rest everyone would understand.”

“No, I really need to see Ben. I know I won’t be able to rest if I’m not sure he’s OK,” I replied.

“Alright then, I’ll let him in. But I should warn you Ben has experienced some… changes of his own. Don’t be alarmed.” With that Dr. Caldwell stepped aside allowing the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen to walk into my room with a beaming smile splitting his face. I had braced myself expecting someone shorter than my current five feet, with my eyes locked somewhere around the doctor’s mid stomach. What I was not expecting was for a living Adonis to walk through the door that was even taller than Dr. Caldwell by a good few inches.

After a moment of stunned silence I uttered in shock, “Ben?” But gone was the scrawny man I called my best friend. His face was still unmistakably Ben, but so much… more. With a broad square chin under sharp cheekbones that framed his face in a perfect masculine manner. Even his usual mop of mousy brown hair seemed richer and more masculine than I remembered. Missing his usual pair of thick framed glasses his eyes seemed more vibrant and a deeper green that burned with an inner strength. All together it gave him a face that would make any model envious of his good looks.

This was without even bringing his body into the discussion, a body I could see quite a bit of considering all he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants a few sizes too small plastered onto his legs. The best word I could use to describe his bare chest and arms would be chiseled. In fact I think I would have been less shocked to learn a statue carved by a classical Greek artist had come to life and walked into my room, than to think this was Ben. Truly with his new appearance he could have been a Greek statute, everything about him in perfect harmonious proportion to create an ideal body. Every muscle stood out in sharp relief, perfectly defined to illustrate massive strength without looking overly bulky.

A light dusting of chest hair ran over his pecs, fine hairs the only feature that made me certain he wasn’t actually carved from stone. These hairs trailed down over his rippling abs forming a treasure trail leading into the sweatpants that concealed very little. They were so tight they were practically painted on, clearly illustrating the ample muscle that continued over his lower body. That’s to say nothing of the perfect bubble-butt pressing out the back, or the sizable bulge barely contained in the front. It looked like a lumpy grapefruit had been shoved down the front of Ben’s pants in a manner that couldn’t have been comfortable for what could only be the colossal organs within.

Before I had a chance to make my ogling too obvious Ben rushed forward lifting me out of the chair and into a crushing hug with my legs dangling in midair. It was a considerable shock to be lifted into the air as if I weighed nothing. Although I quickly realized that now, for Ben’s new muscles, I practically did weigh nothing. The experience of momentary helplessness was quite jarring, but also sent a thrill down my spine and straight to the tiny bump on my groin I was now **** to call my dick. After only a moment of crushing pressure Ben lowered me back to the floor stepping back quickly and blushing brightly. “Sorry, I’m just so happy that you’re finally awake Kyle.” He said, clearly embarrassed by his outburst of emotion and display of casual strength.

I hadn’t realized how hard I was staring until Dr. Caldwell cleared his throat forcing me to tear my eyes away from Ben’s musculature. Looking at me he said, “Mr. Anderson, it looks like you’re mostly recovered. I want to keep you here for observation for the next 24 hours to make sure there aren’t any surprises, but after that you’ll be able to be discharged.”

“Wait, the last thing I remember was passing out in the cave, how did we get here to this hospital?”

“I think I can help explain that, at least the first part.” Ben said drawing my attention away from the doctor. “We had fallen asleep in the cave,” began Ben, blushing as he must have been recalling the mind-blowing sex immediately prior to us falling asleep, “and I’m not sure how long we were passed out, but it had to be getting close to morning when you woke me up with your screaming. I was in a lot of pain too, but I could still function. When you said my name it awoke something primal in me, I knew I had to get you out of there and that I could do it. I scooped you into my arms and it was like you weighed nothing, I was even able to grab our bags without any real effort.” Ben said, gesturing towards my pack from the cave now sitting in the corner of my hospital room. Distracting me for a moment, even as I was reeling from being told I weigh nothing, something that was horrifyingly true. “It’s all kind of hazy, I was sort of passing in and out of consciousness so I don’t remember things very clearly, but I carried you out of the cave and ran in the direction of the highway. I remember getting to the asphalt and some bright lights and then the next thing I know I was waking up here.”

“I think I can fill in the rest,” Dr. Caldwell took over, “The bright lights were the headlights of a pickup truck. Two contractors were driving to an early morning job when they saw a large naked man running down the road carrying a naked… well in their words a naked child.” Being described as a child wasn’t doing anything for my shattered sense of self, but even I had to grudgingly admit this body I now found myself trapped in was childlike. Not to mention my new penis that was positively infantile. “They were understandably concerned so they pulled over. Ben was able to get out the word ‘hospital’ before he collapsed and passed out completely. Kyle, they put you in the cab of the truck, and then it took both of them to load Ben into the bed in the back. They drove you both here where we treated you. Ben remained **** for a week. After he woke up he was able to fill us in on who the both of you were and we monitored him for two days before discharging him. Three days after that you woke up, which brings us to today.”

“Other than his short trip with the EPA Ben hasn’t left your side since he was discharged. We found your ID’s in your belongings when you were brought in but I hope you can understand why we didn’t make the connection that they actually belonged to you. You were filed as John Does until Ben woke up and filled us in on your changes. We put in calls to tell you about your stolen ID’s but obviously didn’t get a response. We weren’t able to contact next of kin until after Ben woke up, but I believe he’s been in contact with your fiancée”

“I called Olivia,” interjected Ben, “her law firm gave me her contact information in Australia for the merger she’s on. It wasn’t quick with the time difference, so her flight’s supposed to land tomorrow. I kept it light on the details of what happened. I thought you might want to do the explaining in person.” Ben was right of course, it would be tough to get a phone call that telling you your boyfriend has shrunken into a tiny freak, assuming she would have even believed such a story over the phone. Even so, I’m really not looking forward to that conversation, ‘Hi honey, longtime no see. Oh by the way, I’ve got the body of a child and the dick of a newborn, how was your trip?’ At least I have until to tomorrow to figure out something to say.

“If you don’t have any other questions I’ll leave you two alone.” said Dr. Caldwell, making eye contact with me.

“Thank you, I think we’ll be ok.” I replied.

“I’ll be back to check on you periodically. It was good to finally meet you Mr. Anderson” He said leaving the room and closing the door, leaving Ben and I alone for the first time since the cave.

Ben tried making awkward small talk, and I played along, doing his best to dance around the elephant in the room. Or in his case the elephant and in my case the mouse. I let him flounder around for a bit just to watch. His body might have become gigantic, but his body language was the same. Knowing him as well as I do I could tell by his squirming as he sat on my bed that he was very uncomfortable. Eventually I decided to put him out of his misery and just say it, cutting him off mid-sentence. “So how tall are you now?”

After spluttering for a moment Ben answered, “They tell me I’m 6’4”, you have no idea what it’s like to shoot up almost a foot in height overnight! Everyone looks so short…” It took him a moment for realize what he’d said, his face fell before saying, “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t need you to remind me I did drop a foot in height. Just being 5 feet tall does the job well enough on its own. I guess I’ll just have to get used to having conversations with your nipples from now on, they’re at perfect eye height you know. But do you really need to go around shirtless just to rub it in, or are you just trying to show off the fact that you have muscles for the first time in your life?”

Laughing at my obvious attempt to defuse the tension, he replied, “I would’ve put on a shirt but none of mine fit me anymore, and neither do any of yours. I haven’t had a chance to go shopping since I’ve been here watching your tired-ass nap in this bed for days.”

“Hey, are those my pants!?” I said looking over the grey sweatpants plastered over his lower body, with the pant legs ending inches above his ankles. Not to mention the bulge straining the front of the pants to the point I’m surprised that they hadn’t torn yet.

“What, they fit, sort of, and I was sick of having my ass hanging out of those hospital gowns. I’ll buy you a new pair once we’re out of here. Even if I hadn’t stretched them all to hell, it’s not like they’d fit you anymore,” he said looking at his own legs. “Besides, you can wear my old clothes until you get new stuff. Isn’t that what friends do, share?” he said trying to sound sickly sweet.

“You’re so generous. My knight in shining armor, carrying me through the woods to safety and supplying me with a new wardrobe. You know I only weigh like a hundred pounds now, not exactly the greatest show of strength. Are those muscles just for show, and carrying tiny little men, or are you actually as strong as you look?”

“I’ll lift you and that chair over my head if you ask nicely!” he replied challengingly before blushing. “Actually I’m stronger than I look. They tell me my bones and muscles are way denser than they should be. I weigh over 400 pounds now,” he said, flexing his muscles unconsciously as he spoke. We fell into silence for a few moments as I did some mental calculations. There’s no way someone that looks like Ben does now should weigh even 200 pounds, and somehow he’s over 400! Looking back at Ben after my revelation made me realize something was bothering him and that’s why he was quiet. His face may be a lot more sculpted now, but knowing him as well as I do I could still tell when he’s got something on his mind.

“You may look like a model now, but I can still tell what you’re thinking just by looking at you. What’s bothering you?” I said as Ben grasped the back of his neck with his left hand, flexing his arm as he lifted it above his shoulder.

“So, uh, they asked me a lot of questions once I woke up, questions about you. Like how tall you were, how much you weighed, stuff like that.” He trailed off for a moment as he hesitated. Realizing I wasn’t going to interrupt him he continued. “They also asked me a lot of questions about your… your dick. Like a lot of questions. I was just wondering if everything was… ok… down there? They wouldn’t tell me anything and I just thought…” He said becoming increasingly embarrassed and turning a brighter shade of pink with each word he spoke.

“Well this is awkward, but if there’s anyone I can talk to about this, I guess it’s you. No, things aren’t ok down there. When I got smaller I got smaller everywhere. If anything my dick shrunk the most.” I tried to sound ok with what had happened, keep the bitterness out of my voice, and I partially succeeded. I don’t know many guys that could lose most of their dick and be ok with it. I went from having a huge dick to having one that would look more appropriate on a baby. Maybe somewhere deep in my brain I thought if I could convince Ben that I was ok with it, maybe I could convince myself too. “Still it’s not all bad news for both of us, I may be hung like a toddler now but judging by that bulge I see stretching out what used to be my sweatpants that you’re wearing you could put some small horses to shame.”

“I don’t know about that.” Said Ben, going from pink to red in embarrassment.

“Come on, I certainly don’t have anything to write home about between my legs anymore, so you’re going to have to take up the role of big dick member of this friendship. Seriously if that thing’s half as big as it looks from here that’s a cock to be proud of. How big is it?” I asked, setting Ben to stuttering.

“I don’t know, I haven’t really had access to a ruler since this happened,” he said bashfully.

“Ballpark it for me, I can tell you’re bigger than I used to be but how much bigger? Better yet, let’s see it. I can judge for myself.”

“I’m not going to show you my dick!” Ben started yelling before catching himself and whispering the word “dick”.

“Hey, you’re the one who was just telling me our friendship is based on our cocks! What’s the big deal, I’m the one with something to be ashamed of in my pants… er, under my hospital gown.” My face lit up as an idea occurred to me. I jumped up from the chair and started removing my gown. “I’ve got a perfect idea, if the guy with the nub for a cock is willing to get naked, you’ve got no excuse,” I finished, as I threw my gown onto the bed standing naked in front of Ben as he carefully continued to look me in the eye refusing to look down.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. You’ve always been the one with the bigger dick, and you’ve always tried to make me feel ok about my old little dick, but I was always kind of envious. You’re **** now, I don’t want to make it worse.” That took the wind out of my sails. I knew Ben had issues with the size of his dick, thinking it was small, but I gave him a few pep-talks and I thought he was ok by the end. We both made jokes about my dick being bigger than his all the time.

“You never had a ‘little’ dick, it was average, below-average was even overstating it. I never said anything that wasn’t true. You’ve never had anything to be ashamed of below the belt.”

“I know that, ‘there are more average people than those who are big or small’ blah blah blah. I remember the lecture, and I know it’s all true. Logically I understand, and understood that, but deep down I still always hated my little dick. I don’t want to make you feel that way.”

“How about you let me worry about my own neuroses? I said I want to see your new dick and I’m not going to back down. Besides, those are my pants you’re wearing, don’t make me take them back and **** you to walk out of here naked.” I said trying to lighten the mood. Once I saw Ben’s face crack into a smile, I knew I had won. With a resigned sigh Ben stood up and, with some difficulty, pulled down the sweatpants he was wearing.

What swung into view may be the most beautiful penis I have ever seen, and I’m not sure I’ve ever thought a penis was beautiful before. It was even bigger than I thought it was now that it had been freed from its fabric prison. Standing in front of me at our new relative heights, the base of his cock was at the same height as the bottom of my rib cage. From there it dangled down below the level of my dick now. Ben stood almost a foot and a half taller than me and his dick still hung lower. He was completely flaccid, his foreskin puckering past his dick head and it still had to be at least 8 inches long and so thick I’m not sure I could close one of my new hands around it. My new dick with its bare head was so short it didn’t dangle at all, it was basically just the head attached to my abdomen pointing straight out. Hanging almost as low as his cock was a pair of hefty testicles. Where my balls now stayed pulled up against my groin smaller than grapes, Ben’s hung low in his sack somewhere between the size of jumbo eggs and tennis balls.

We stared at each other’s new endowments in silence for a few moments before Ben’s entire body flushed with renewed embarrassment. “Happy now?” he asked as he pulled his too-small sweats up forcing his girthy cock and balls back into concealment, or at least as close to concealed as they could be stretching out the front of what used to be my sweatpants. Before throwing my hospital gown back to me and carefully looking away as I put it back on.

“Perfectly happy. Now we both know where we stand in the dick department, just as we always have. And you haven’t sent me into some identity crisis over my tiny cock either. We’re both fine, plus now you get to pay me back for all those years of dick jokes I made.” I said, trying to deflect the conversation away from the fact we’d both stripped in front of each other because I’d demanded to see my best friend’s dick. That and I was just as flushed as Ben, but my rosy cheeks were due to arousal, whatever happened in that cave mustn’t be completely out of my system. I’m glad I got my gown on when I did because my dick had shot to its full inch and a half soon after. The one upside to my tiny cock was that my erection was completely concealed under the gown, no tent whatsoever. Ben’s cock on the other hand was straining against its fabric confinement forming a colossal bulge, and he was flaccid.

Turning away from me and walking toward the bathroom Ben looked back over his shoulder towards me before saying, “Good, now unless you want to come watch again, I’ve got to go take a piss. I’ll be right back.”

Ben spent several minutes in the bathroom, thankfully giving my dick a chance to go soft, before he returned where we continued talking about nothing of consequence. We spent a couple of hours talking, interspersed with short and tall jokes from him and I respectively. Dr. Caldwell stopped by a few times to check on us, but left quickly each time. Eventually it started to get dark and I realized I was incredibly tired. Upon mentioning it was time for bed Ben quickly and effortlessly lifted me onto the bed before I had a chance to go for the nearby stool. His effortless strength had me thankful for my miniature dick again because it made sure he couldn’t see the erection he caused by lifting me with ease.

I tried to convince him to share the bed with me, but he was adamant that he’d spent days in the chair and that he’d be fine there for one more night. Once we were both settled down for the night, I guess I still wasn’t fully recovered from the exhaustion, because I was fast asleep within minutes.