Hi everyone! I'm newly into this part of the macro fetish, and this is my first time posting here.

I've had a fetish for being shrunken since I was a lot younger, but the cuckold stuff caught my eye and piqued my interest a few months ago.

I'm a gay dude, so the idea of being shrunken by a bi/straight couple is pretty exciting for me. I wrote this story from that perspective. Hope that's ok! I had a chunk of free time today, so it's pretty long (sorry in advance about that). I wanted to format it a bit more cleanly but the transfer to Reddit messed with that a bit.

Let me know your thoughts!

We’d met at a bar the night of graduation. We’d both successfully finished our degrees and drunkenly locked eyes across the seething mass of celebrating students that were excited to start their new lives. His hair was matted against his sweaty forehead and the hungry look in his eyes dragged me across the floor towards him. The next thing I knew I was bent over in a dirty stall of the men’s bathroom barely containing my moans as a steady stream of men filed into the adjacent urinals and gave shouts of encouragement to the stud that was currently audibly fucking me like a man on a mission. My body and mind went from being well-spoken mild-mannered law student and transformed into a living cock puppet that felt content when the man with the hungry green eyes pulled my head around to face him and spat on it while he came inside me.

The next morning I’d wake up in the arms of that man (who would mumble that his name was Josh when I asked), and after an awkward discussion about the previous night we’d decide to at least get coffee and chat while nursing our hangovers. While sipping shitty lattes he’d confess that he was bisexual but had only ever romantically been with women. My answer of, “Well, would a woman have let you do that to them last night and still wanted to get coffee in the morning?” earned a sheepish grin and a thoughtful pause followed by,

“…are you busy tonight?”.

2 years of dating and 5 years of marriage later and our atypical meet-cute had transitioned into the very typical post-honeymoon stage of virtually every marriage. We were stressed, we both were tired, and we both felt increasingly frustrated about where our lives were headed. I’d agreed to move out of the big city and into a smaller rural town so he could use his geoengineering degree on the oil fields in this part of the country. It turns out that there’s only so many lawyers a small-town needs, so I’d been out of the job for almost a year. He made fine money so we weren’t exactly hurting, but I was alone most of the day and had gone from job hunting all the time to mostly watching Netflix and waiting until 5pm to start cooking so dinner would be ready when Josh came home.

Lately, though, dinner had been a minefield. A few weeks prior Josh had mentioned off hand that he’d been looking into surrogacy options for us because he wanted kids. Ignoring my shocked expression, he’d barreled on and benignly explained that now was the perfect time to start having kids since I was unemployed. Slurping boorishly on his noodles he’d ended his monologue by saying, “It’d be great! You can stay home, clean, cook, watch the baby, and when I get home from work I’ll relax for a bit before you put the baby down for bed! It’s perfect!”.

Suffice to say my ensuing eruption at being relegated to a glorified live-in nursemaid had not been pretty. It was even less pretty when Josh, attempting to make light of the situation, joked, “Well not just a nursemaid. I mean, I’ll still want you to suck my dick at night so you’d also be like a live-in prostitute.”.

Tonight, though I was trying my hardest to mend that burnt bridge. After a week of icy quiet dinners, I just wanted to talk it out like adults and fall asleep in the arms of the man I’d fallen in love with all those years before. Plus, if I’m being honest, no sex for a week was proving to be tougher on me than I’d expected. Setting the table and looking with a satisfied eye at the array of all of Josh’s favorite food I turned around at the sound of the opening front door. Josh walked in with all the confidence of a man that usually gets what he wants, but that confidence took a slight hit when he saw me standing by the dinner table.

“Hey…” he mumbled as he dropped his bag and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.

“Hey…” I replied, forgetting all my carefully thought-out plans as I felt that icy exterior descend on me the moment he’d walked in the door. Pushing through that I called out, “I…I made beef stew with fresh dinner rolls and mashed potatos. Your favorite!”.

Josh’s head poked around the corner leading into the kitchen while he dried his hands. His brown hair still matted to his sweaty forehead from a long day out in the fields. “Oh…”, he said with an upturned eyebrow. “That looks pretty great…does, uh, does this mean I’m no longer in the doghouse?”.

With a deep sigh I closed my eyes and said (through gritted teeth), “Yes. I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to think of ways for me to be useful. It’s just been really hard being out of the job for so long, and it felt weird to feel like I was being relegated into a role I’d never signed up for. But I understand and I can appreciate where you were coming from.”.

“Oh! Great!”, Josh exclaimed – his eyes lighting up at the news. “Actually, on that note I want to show you something the chief scientist let me borrow today.”.

Happy at how this was turning out I turned and started pouring us some wine that was on the table into our glasses. From the kitchen I heard his bag being unzipped followed by the sound of his muttering as he rummaged around. “The thing is so goddamn small I hope I didn’t los- oh! Here it is!”. Turning back around at the sound of his footsteps I saw a blinding flash. “What the fuck!”, I shouted while I blinked the stars out of my eyes. My head felt woozy and my ears were ringing. Through the blueish green halos burnt into my vision the whole dining room seemed to stretch and warp like those carnival fun house mirrors. After a few seconds I had most of my vision back and looked around with horror at the room around me. I could tell it was my dining room, but the scale of everything was massive. The table stretched high above me and the floor beneath was covered in dust bunnies I’d obviously missed while vacuuming that were the size of my body. I fell to the floor as it suddenly rumbled methodically in response to the still in boots size 12.5 boots of my husband as he walked towards me. With a scream I covered my face and looked away as I thought the boot was about to stomp down on me. Instead a harsh breeze that was tinged with a sweaty aroma washed over me as the tip of the boot crashed down a few feet in front of me.

“Well, I guess I’ll need to report that the device works perfectly!”, the familiar voice of Josh rang above and around me. Putting my arm down I looked up the vast boot, stained jeans, and dust covered shirt before me and into the eyes of my husband looking down on me with that same hungry look he’d had all those years ago at the bar the night we’d met.

“Jo-Josh!”, I stammered, “What is going on? I think something terrible has happened to me! There’s been some sort of accident! W-we need to call the police or something!”. After a pause the worry that I had that he couldn’t hear me evaporated as he barked out a laugh.

“Oh, sweetie, there hasn’t been an accident. I did this to you. On purpose.”. At the conclusive end to that sentence Josh bent down and reached for me. I didn’t have time for anything aside from a soft squeak as his fingers enclosed around me and the air rushed from my lungs in his grip. Standing back up he placed me roughly on the table as he sat down in his chair at the dining room table with a big sigh.

“What<gasp>do<gasp>you<gasp>mean<gasp>you<gasp>did<gasp>this<gasp>to<gasp>me?”, I shakily asked as I heaved in great big gulps of air.

Picking up the wine glass I’d just poured for him Josh took a sip before answering.

“Well, after we had our little fight last week and you made me sleep on the couch, I was obviously angry. I went into the early lab the next morning to collect some tools before heading out to the jobsite and there I ran into our head scientist – Olivia Erst. You remember her, right? We had her and her husband over for dinner a few months back.”.

I did indeed remember Olivia. More to the point I remembered the uncomfortable number of times her hand had repeatedly rested on Josh’s thigh after every bad joke he’d told that night.

“I’m gonna be honest with you babe. Olivia listened to me talk about our fight and after I was done she told me she could see how much pent up rage I had about it.”

Leaning down towards me his wine scented breath washed over me as he continued –

“She pulled her skirt up and put my hand down her panties while she told me I should get some of that pent up rage out of me before heading out to the fields.”.

With tears in my eyes I looked up at Josh’s face as his eyes glazed over and he licked his lips while adding, “It was the first time I’d felt a pussy in since before we’d met and I went wild. I pulled her into a supply closet and fucked that tight wet little pussy while she screamed my name. I felt like a fucking GOD.”. At that his eyes came back into focus and he looked down at my crying face in front of him. “You stopped making me feel like a God a long time ago. Olivia made me realize how much I missed that feeling.”.

Sitting back up Josh poured himself some more wine while finishing his story.

“Anyways, after I came inside of her she told me how long she’d wanted me to fuck her. She said I deserved someone in my life that respected me, and she had the perfect way to make that happen. A huge portion of her research has been devoted to making a device that would make it easier to move around heavy equipment on the oil fields. A few weeks ago, she finally figured it out and created that nifty little device that I used to shrink you. She let me borrow it so long as I promised to show her the results.”.

As Josh sipped more wine, I felt myself break down. Between sobs I shouted angrily shouted up at him, “You SHRANK ME. Because I DISAGREED with you about wanting FUCKING KIDS?”.

Putting his wine glass down Josh once again lowered his head so he was looking at my roughly head on.

“No”, his humid breath blew out at me. “I also shrank you because I want to keep fucking her pussy and you’re getting in the way of that.”. With that he unceremoniously picked me up again. Fighting to breathe I was shoved into his lint filled front pocket. Jostling around I struggled to right myself as I fended off an errant dime that was rolling around with me as I listened to the muffled noises of the front door closing, keys jangling, and the roar of Josh’s truck coming to life. Over the next 10 minutes I fought to remain calm and wrap my head around the slew of revelations that had just happened. This calm was interrupted at one point when Josh’s fingers slipped into the pocket and started caressing my shaking form before pulling back out when he had to make what felt like a right turn.

The sound of the truck being turned off was punctuated by an excited girlish squeal as I was tossed about while Josh disembarked.

“Hey baby!”, I heard my husband growl before my whole world become squished. Something was pressing up against Josh’s thigh, and I could feel the heat getting trapped between him and whatever it was.

“Hey babe!”, I heard a breathy high pitched voice quip back as the pressure on the pocket I occupied eased up. “Come inside!”, the breathy voice continued. “I wanna see it!”.

A few moments later and Josh’s now slightly sweaty hands re-entered the pocket I was in. I was yanked out and into the blinding light of a modern living room with beige walls and one other occupant aside from Josh. That occupant was the still familiar beautiful face of Olivia Erst grinning down at my tear streaked face.

“It worked!” she happily exclaimed while jumping up and clapping thunderous claps that made my ears ring.

“It did!”, Josh said as he seemingly forgot about me in his hand while he reached out for her with me still in it. Crashing into her strawberry scented auburn hair I heard the wet noises of their lips making contact. I flailed around trying to remind Josh and Olivia of my presence, but it seemed that the reemergence of their horny prior meeting Josh had told me about had taken over. As I spat out the massive strands of hair invading my mouth I was suddenly ripped away from the soft forest of Oliva’s head and brought in between them. Josh looked down at me and up at Oliva’s excited doe-eyed grin before saying,

“I love this feeling. I met him –“

at the mention of me he softly squeezed me into his fist,

“ – in a dirty bar where I fucked his brains out and used him like a little sex toy. It feels right that now he’s my…our little sex toy.”.

At that I watched as Josh’s handsome rugged face once again crashed into Olivia’s soft mouth. Seconds later I felt my body fly through the air as Josh moved his hand down Olivia’s chest and into her yoga pants. I felt a blast of heat as my tiny body was crushed up against the furnace of Olivia’s sopping wet pussy. The foreign heady smell of pussy filled my lungs as I screamed at the sensation of new sights, smells, and textures that my gay brain had never experienced before. The low light filtering through the yoga pants made it difficult to see, but I could make out the slight quivering of the skin around me as Olivia and Josh laughed at the distant sounds of my squeaks of distress.

“How does it feel to know you’ve got my husband – I mean, my ex-husband – shoved up against your pussy lips?”, I head Josh ask as he used the flat of his palm to shove my writing form up against the folds of skin I had been wrestling away from.

“It feels so fucking good baby.”, Olivia purred. The pressure on my body increased as she hitched her leg up around his leg and ground her pussy (and me) harder against his hand. “I want you to show this little fucker that you’re a real man and you deserve to be treated like one.”.

At that I felt the hand of Josh angle differently before I started hearing gushy wet noises from just next to me. “Is…is he fingering her??” I thought, just before feeling his hand shift and a finger that was covered in a musky oily feeling substance jab at my body. With a scream I felt my body contort at an odd angle as my lower body slipped into what felt like the world’s warmest velvety embrace.

“Oh FUCK baby. Push that little bitch in further.”, I heard Olivia groan just before more of Josh’s fingers descended onto my struggling body. I screamed in horror as I realized my, apparently ex, husband was shoving me into the pussy of his crazy horny scientist lover.

Suddenly my entire body was surrounded in the warm and slightly pulsating folds of Olivia’s vagina. My mouth filled with that same heady substance that had been on Josh’s fingers as Olivia’s pussy flooded at the feeling of my body struggling around inside of her.

Inside the pussy I couldn’t hear anything after Josh’s fingers retreated as I fought to orient myself around inside of Olivia. Every minute or so I’d feel increased pressure and the vibrations of moans around me as Olivia would enjoy whatever it was Josh was doing to her externally and would squeeze her pussy around me like I was a living dildo. After a bit I was able to garner which way lead outside as the semi-frequent flickers of light made its way into my slippery prison. Gritting my teeth I pushed against her walls as I fought towards the entrance of Olivia’s vagina. My efforts were met by renewed purrs of pleasure from her as she routinely squeezed me into place. At one point the loud slurping sounds and masculine words of encouragement that were starting to become clearer from the outside alerted me to Josh enjoying his favorite past time – a sloppy blow job. Usually when Josh came home from work the moment dinner was done he’d flop into his lazy boy and request a blow job while he answered work emails. I’d started to refuse to do them lately because he showered in the mornings and after a long day at work his dick was always ripe and sweaty. It seems Olivia is more than willing to give Josh just what he wanted.

After Olivia gave one last squeeze I looked up and saw I was almost at the mouth of her vagina. I could see the black fabric of her yoga pants intermittently through her folds as she shifted around. Squirming on felt a sense of vertigo as Olivia suddenly shifted around a considerable amount. Luckily I was able to stay secure where I was. Once she finished moving I began squirming upwards again when a ray of light suddenly illuminated the moist, pink, ridged cave around me. Looking up I saw the green eye of my former husband as he gently pulled apart her lips to look down on me. Without a word, but with a twinkle in that eye, it retreated and I looked on with growing horror as the head of Josh’s cock slid into Olivia’s waiting pussy. After moments pause Josh slammed into Olivia, and my frail body was shot back into her depths. Immediately Josh’s penis pulled partially out, and I struggled to orient myself. It was to no avail however as Josh once again slammed his cock as far in as he could manage. What ensued over the next few minutes were Josh and Olivia’s personal heaven, and my personal hell.

Josh continued to fuck Olivia like a bull in heat. He bit, growled, slapped and spat wherever he pleased. He felt growing pride as he imagined me, his worthless puny ex-husband being beaten up against his sensitive cockhead. He groaned as he felt at one point what surely must have been an arm or a leg slip into his piss slit on one particularly aggressive thrust.

Olivia was wild with ecstasy at the sensation of the tiny man struggling to survive in her pussy. Since she’d been a young scientist just getting started, she’d always dreamed of this day. She’d spent countless hours fucking her boyfriends and husband while mentally getting off to the idea of there being a tiny person fighting for their life in her pussy. Squirming as she squeezed them in pleasure. She looked up at the stud fucking her currently and quickly decided her husband would be the next one to have the shrinking device tested on. At the thought of her husband being fucked into her pussy by the man dripping sweat down onto her from above she felt her lower belly light with the fire of her impending climax.

I felt every breath knocked out of me. Over. And over. And over again – as Josh rammed his cock into my body as both he and Olivia got off to the sensation of my now barely twitching form being mashed beneath them. After an excruciatingly long period of time my now broken mind distantly noticed the ooze of precum that was covering my face now as Josh grew closer. Olivia’s pussy tightened and quivered as she climaxed, and her groans of ecstasy appeared to be the exact stimulation Josh needed as his pace quickened and I found my face now being shoved into his piss slit with every thrust.

Looking on at the cockhead of the man I loved I felt shame and humiliation wash over me as he shouted, “Fuck yeah – I’m gonna breed your pussy.”. My very existence being forgotten in his pleasure as he focused on the imagery of flooding her pussy with his seed. As he imagined it, I watched it unfold in real time as he rammed his cock in and held out. My face being shoved against his cock head as his cum flooded into my mouth and starved my tired body of air. Pulse after pulse of his hot thick cum washed over me and into Olivia’s pussy. At that moment I accepted that the two people I had once known as equals were in fact gods, and that I was nothing but a sex toy for their pleasure.

Just as my vision began to black out I felt Josh pull his cock out and his fingers followed inside. Scooping me out I coughed out cum from my lungs as I was deposited on Josh’s calloused hand. The last thing I heard as I tried to clear the cum out of my eyes was the laughing mocking voice of my husband turned god as he said, “My husband won’t find out I’m cheating on him if I eat him!” before I was tossed into the air and fell down the throat of the man I met in the bar with the hungry green eyes.