Paul took a moment and stared at the bottle. He couldn't believe his husband was not only inside it, but somewhat dwarfed by it. It was incredible; he'd always felt powerful, tall at 6'3'', muscular; even before this he had a few inches of height on his husband. Even in a rugby locker room, filled with giant men, he had more than held his own. It was hard being gay in that environment but being a head taller than the average man certainly helped.
But this was something new. His husband was the size of a grain of rice inside that little bottle. If he wanted he could leave the poor little man trapped in there forever; there was no way he would ever get out. He would never do that, but the rush of power was exhilarating. He felt a stirring in his pants and started getting some ideas.
Reaching out with thumb and index finger he carefully grabbed the bottle of pills and opened up the lid. Sure enough, there was his husband, you, sat on the floor. Paul raised it right up to his eye and peered inside, just about able to make out the look of fear and awe on your face. His feelings of dominant arousal increased, but he took a deep breath and said, "look, since I'm here I'm gonna have a quick go on the bike. Soon as I've finished I'll take you home, alright?"
You nodded. Not like you had a say in the matter. "Good lad," Paul said as he lowered the tiny bottle to his lips and made a kissing motion. Seeing his huge lips do that, lips that completely took up your vision, was incredibly sexy. The air he released blew you backwards, Paul's minty breath pinning you against the bottom of the bottle.
"I'll keep you with me," he said. "You'll be safer."
You gulped. You just hoped it wouldn't be one of Paul's two-hour bike sessions. He did say a "quick go", after all.
Before you could think about anything else the cap was placed back on top of the bottle and you were shaken about as Paul carried you from the locker room and into the gym itself. You could hear, through the plastic, the clanging of weights, music, the muttered, strained conversations.
With you firmly in his grasp Paul made for the exercise bikes. Reaching the one furthest away from any prying eyes, he placed you down on the seat. You were confused for a moment as to what was going on as the movement stopped. Then you felt the temperature rise and an enormous weight, a huge presence, surrounding the bottle; Paul had sat down.
You figured it out and instantly got hard. Paul had put the bottle on the seat then trapped it between his two huge thighs, pushing against it with his lycra-bike-shorted bulge. You knew if the lid were to open you'd get an incredible view... and that's exactly what Paul did. You heard his two fingers scraping the bottle, a cacophonous noise, and then stared up in awe as daylight flooded your little hidey hole. You could see Paul's powerful torso, dressed in his biking clothes; his face was downturned and he was staring at you with that kind, reassuring smile he had worn the day you first met. Despite the intense fear you felt at being this small your heart melted and you knew that as long as you had Paul you'd always be safe, and that was an incredible feeling. To see him like this made you really appreciate what you had. He smiled handsomely and adjusted slightly in his seat; the huge bulge, straining against the bike shorts, rubbed against the side of the bottle you were in; the thought of that drove you even crazier. You saw Paul once again reaching towards the bottle...
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