"I've been waiting to get my hands on a little guy like you." The biker pushed Bill in through the threshold, but just as suddenly the biker felt himself pushed in as well. Bill felt the larger man bump into him and the both fell through the door onto the hardwood floor. Before the door slammed shut they heard the bouncer chuckling, "Have fun, little men." The biker rolled himself off of Bill and onto his back. Bill groaned as he rolled over himself. He finally got a look at the stocky biker that came up behind him. He was stout though a bit shorter than Bill. The biker was wearing a white tank top and well-worn blue jeans with black motorcycle boots. Black bands adorned his wrists and a chain was around his neck. Just as they were both getting their bearings a giant hand came into view reaching to grasp them.
"No..." the biker mumbled as he was being surrounded by fingers the size of tree trunks. "No! I was supposed to be big!" he shouted in panic.
The meaty, calloused giant hand scooped both the biker and Bill up and lifted them off the floor. The little men nearly got sick before the fleshy elevator ride stopped before a chest covered in white fur. A harness ring sat at the base of the valley between huge pecs over a firm hairy gut, holding together the black straps the ran under the giant's pecs and over his shoulders. "Well, good things do come to those who wait. I didn't think I'd get two little men at the door."
The giant's voice drew the gaze of the little men upward. A bald head with bright blue eyes, a wide nose, and a dense bushy white beard was gazing back down at them. "And a fine pair of little men you are. My name's Jim, but everyone calls me Big Jim. What're your names, little men?"
"No, this is some kind of mistake. I'm not supposed to be a little man. He," the biker pointed at Bill, "is supposed to be my little man."
"No mistake here, little man. It's finder's keepers here in Jotunheim. You may have been a big man in Midgard, but you're with the giants now. Now answer my question."
"Bill! My name is Bill," the frightened little man yelled out. The last thing he wanted was to get on this giant's bad side.
The giant's eyes looked over at Bill and he smiled briefly. He then brought his gaze back upon the biker. "Your turn."
"No! Just let me go! I won't ever come back! Please!"
Bill saw Big Jim frown though it was difficult to tell through the heavy facial hair. "That's not a name. If you don't have one I'll have to give you one. I need something to call my new pet. Let's see...Mickey. Yeah, I like that. Well, now that introductions are done, let's get going. I can't wait to start playing with you."
"No, I'm not a pet! Please...please make me big again..."
Big Jim ignored the pleading and plucked Bill from his hand. The giant brought the little man to his chest and pushed him under one of the tight harness straps. "Hang tight, little Bill." Big Jim did the same with the stocky little biker in the opposite strap. The giant biker rubbed the little men before grabbing his vest and heading out from the bar. Bill looked around as he was brought along on this unusual carnival ride. Even though they had just left the bar, he and Mickey didn't return to their normal sizes. They were still tiny pinned against the giant's furry chest. The chest hair was deep and dense and the little men were nearly hidden by it, let alone the harness.
"Heading out already, Big Jim?" The giant biker turned to face the bouncer. The redheaded giant looked huge before, but he was unbelievably massive now. Even scarier was when Bill realized the giant he was pinned against made the bouncer look small. The bouncer smirked down at the little men behind the harness straps.
"Yup. Going home to play with my new pets." The older giant stroked the two little men again. Mickey squirmed, trying to get away from the probing finger. The little man's efforts and the warmth of Big Jim's body were making him all sweaty. "Help!" the tiny biker yelled to the bouncer. "Get me out of here!"
"Feisty one your got there. Sure you can handle him?" the bouncer joked.
"Little Mickey here? Yeah, he won't be no trouble. Just needs some training is all."
"Well, if you ever want someone to take him off your hands, you know where to find me." The bouncer leaned down in close. Even though he was the smaller giant of the two, he was still incredibly huge. The redhead inhaled deeply and snaked out his tongue to lick little Mickey. "Mmm...wish I got a chance at you. Both of you." The giant bouncer's gaze shifted over to Bill. "Take good care of your new pets. I hope you let me play with them sometime, Big Jim." The massive bouncer then shifted back up on his stool.
"I think that can be arranged sometime, Scott. See you around."
Everyone gave Big Jim a wide berth as he walked to his bike. Bill imagined it was due to the giant's size, but he wondered if the others knew about him, too. As Big Jim raised his right arm to sling his vest on, the harness strap Mickey was under loosened a bit and the little man started slipping. Mickey had continued squirming, trying to free himself before being carried away from the bar. Now he was caught between a choice of slipping free and falling a long way or holding on for dear life and being stuck tiny with the giant biker.
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