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Tiny football player spectacular #4:

From being prized huge linebackers, Bill and Darren now found themselves reduced down to mere toys, outsized by a business executive with a thing for humiliating formerly large men.

Tiny football player spectacular #5:

It didn't matter that Jerry was now only inches tall; Jason loved Jerry, and swore to protect him. He had to admit, there was something alluring in his newly reduced size that made him yearn to protect him, taste every inch of him ...

football player spectacular #6:

A collection of renders of giant and tiny football players. That big bearded man in the green sure looks familiar ^_-

Football player spectacular #7:

Keith knew that, at his reduced size, there was no escape from men who were now giants to him.

Football player spectacular #8:

Billy knew better, at his reduced size, than to even try to tackle any of the towering players.

Giant and tiny cowboy fun -- a variant of my first ever video render!

"Yeah, squirm you shrunken little piggy. Fight all you want, your tiny little cop ass is mine."

Toy-sized little muscle men. I know my fingers would roam their little bodies if they were within reach.

When you're the size of a hand, you don't have much say as to what that hand does to your body, no matter how many muscles you have.

"So do you like big boots, little fella?"

The tiny muscle man loved being trapped under his giant master's socked feet. When he was full sized everyone feared him and now, he could be crushed in an instant under his owner's rank dress socks.

Big muscles don't matter when you're caught inside a man's hand. And Big Daddy's not going to let that little muscle man any go.

"Please! Please! Let me go!!"

Isn't it hot to see a normally big strong muscular now smaller than a dwarf? You better believe that little man is going to teach the littler man who's the boss around here.

Sometimes, the big strong muscular beardy strongman enjoys being reduced, and being at the mercy of a now-gigantic man's boots.

Don't forget to put your tiny bearded juiced lifter in your bag when you go to the gym.

Though Barry loved when his gym crush, Adam, was this towering 6'7" muscle jock, once Adam shrunk, things changed significantly. Somehow Adam became even hotter. Cuter. He just had to have Adam. He confessed how he felt for Adam. Adam, in his newly reduced state, admitted to Barry that now that Barry was a comparative giant, he had an inexplicable urge to explore every inch of Barry's expansive furry body. Barry picked Adam up in his hands. Their lips touched. "You sure you want this, little fella?" Barry heard the words coming out of his mouth, shocked at how bizarrely dominant it came out. Adam's reduced manhood poked at his chest. He looked at the tiny bearded face. He knew. They kissed passionately, and he never let Adam go.

"Don't worry. Daddy's got you."

Eli was having a bad enough time having suddenly and inexplicably shrunk down to about a sixth of his size in the middle of the most important game of the year. But suddenly a huge mammoth foot came down. Shit, it was the opposing team's quarterback, Damon.

"Aw look at the tiny little chunky man," he heard the giant's voice say, the giant's socked foot poking his reduced body.

"Be a good little shrimp and kiss my foot you little fucker."

Paul was smitten with his giant boss, Elliott, but he didn't dare reveal how he felt -- least of all since Elliott was enormous. Guys of his magnitude didn't tend to have interest in "tinies," as they got called.

One Friday, Paul went to a local restaurant that served a mixed-size clientele. He heard a deep voice behind him as he was at the bar -- it was Elliott.

"Well what brings you here?" Elliott asked in his deep resounding voice.

"Oh, just a drink for the weekend. Guess you're doing the same," said Paul, trying to not sound like a complete moron in front of his object of desire.

"Well I was getting a bite. Did you want to join me?"

Paul perhaps got a bit too drunk -- trying to keep up with Elliott was perhaps a mistake. But soon, Paul sat cradled in his giant boss' arms.

"My God, you know how much it drives me nuts working with such a hot fucking giant stud like you??"

Paul was drunk, but not drunk enough to then realise he said too much.

Or did he?

Soon, Elliott leaned in with a smile. Soon, there was a peck, followed by Paul's mouth being filled with Elliott's enormous tongue. His giant boss' hands held him as the two kissed, passionately.