Friday.

“Mierda!” yelled Jose the 55 year old Gardner. Jose has been working for the McGill family 25 years now. Jose experienced a lot of thing in his life, but this time he did not know what in the hell had hit him. He found himself shrunk. It was 11:00 in the morning on Saturday. He found himself naked after he managed to crawl out of his pants, noticing how his underwear stank. He noticed how the area he was working in next to the flowerbed on the fence seemed to be miles apart from the house.

He pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. Jose thought about how his own family in Mexico, how he was lucky enough to be born in Houston, Texas. He also thought about his wife who just divorced him, and took everything he had except for this bullshit job by these white rich hypocrites, who he never really understood. Jose was confused and angry!

Jose tipped over the bucket, which he had used for the weeds with all of his strength and pushed weeds out, went over his gloves, carried one of them into the bucket, and tried his best to hide in it. Jose wanted to figure out what was going on.

Mr. McGill 63 year is an old freshly retired millionaire. Mr. McGill woke up that morning, and kissed his wife good-bye as she decided to take another short vacation, yet again, to a beauty farm in France for the weekend.  After the taxi drove her off to the airport, he went to his office, turn on his lab-top, and surfed around in diverse sex-websites.  After a few hours and a half a bottle of whiskey, he then decided to look at some of the presents his got at his retirement party.
“Shrink-Ray? You've got to be joking...right?” he said to himself as he pointed it out of the open window at the Gardner without thinking too much about it, while pulling he trigger. Nothing appeared to have happened. The plastic pistole shacked a little, a small flash of light came out. The Gardner still seemed to be knelt down in place on the fence, in the same position as before. Nothing.

Mr. McGill then turned his attention back to the chat rooms, chatting with younger women, trying to hook up a date for the night, knowing that his wife was definitely not coming back until Monday.
Mr. McGill is what one calls a sugar-daddy. He enjoys to have sex with younger women, sometimes even with younger men. He enjoyed taking them out to eat and/or shopping, then having sex with them in a hotel. Between Mr. and Mrs. McGill is nothing anymore. No sex life, no doing anything with each other. Mrs. McGill is constantly going to France for one reason or another. Mr. McGill also knows that she even had an affair with the Gardner Jose a while ago, but it was never of any real significance to him. Mr. McGill also found Jose sexy, even-though Jose was just about as old as he was.

Mr. McGill glanced out of the window again where the gardener was. This time he noticed a pile of clothing. He then took out of the desk a pair of mini-binoculars. Mr. McGill added one plus one together and looked down on the floor at his shrink-ray and got up and ran into the garden, carefully walking across the lawn toward the spot on the fence where Jose was working.

“Jose are you here anywhere? Look buddy let me find you, alright. I am not going to do any harm to you or anything. Oh there you are...” Mr. McGill said noticing how strange the bucket looked with the weeds laying in front of it. Mr. McGill then picked up the bucket seeing Jose's head and sticking out of the top of a glove. Mr. McGill chuckled.

Jose did not know what to say, or do. He could feel how the bucket he was in had gotten raised, and could see the giant face getting closer looking down at him. Jose tried with all his might to get into the glove completely, to hide himself, but the glove was too small.

“Now there you are. Now hold still...”
Mr. McGill told Jose picking him up out of the bucket, pulling the glove off of his body noticing how strange it was holding another human being in the palm of his hand, feeling the warmth. Feeling how hairy Jose was, seeing his bearded face, feeling his nakedness, knowing that he was scared. He then took Jose with him into his office, and placed Jose on his desk next to the lab-top.
“Now stay there, and shut-up. I need a second to think!” Mr. McGill said.

Mr. McGill got out his bottle of whiskey, filled up another glass and drank it. He then filled up the glass again, placed the glass on the desk, fished out an old pop bottle top out of the trash and dipped it in the whiskey glass, filling it up and placed it on the desk.
Mr. McGill opened up the desk-drawer, took his glasses out and put them on, looked down at Jose, who was looking right back up at him.  Mr. McGill was fascinated, not knowing what he was supposed to do next. “Now just hold still will you!” Mr. McGill said reaching out for the gardener.

Jose found himself looking up into the face of Mr. McGill. He then could see Mr. McGill's hand reach out for him, feeling how his finger gently wrapped themselves around his waist and upper body and easily lifted him up out of the drawer.  Mr. McGill had soft hands, not like his.  "He probably never worked an honest day in his whole life!" Jose thought to himself

“Here drink this. It might make you feel better. Please don't be scared. Like I said, I am not planning on doing any harm to you.” Mr. McGill said giving Jose the pop bottle top filled up with whiskey.

Jose grabbed the pop bottle tops with both of his tiny hands, and almost dropped it, because its weight.
He then managed to drink out of it, but half of it spilled out all over his face, body, and Mr. McGill's fingers, because it was brighter than his mouth.

Mr. McGill giggled, because it all seemed funny he then took the glass from the table and drank out of it.

“Cheers!” Is what Mr. McGill said, taking the pop bottle top from Jose, and placing it back down on the table, with his other hand, trying to fight the idea of licking the whiskey from Jose's gorgeous tiny body.

“Now listen, I got a shrink-ray from one of my colleagues as a going-away present. I was not aware that it really works. I thought it was just some kind of a joke. But as we both know now... it does.”
Mr. McGill said in an arbitrarily fashion looking down at the man being held in his hand, studying him, smiling.
“Well, you could use it again sir and make me back to fucking normal bendejo! It's now really fucking nice you know!” Jose yelled, because he was frustrated.

“I'll have to think about that first....Jose... You see I am not to sure if it works like that.” Mr. McGill replied placing Jose on the desk, as he reached down and picked up the shrink-ray, looking at it, looking for some kind of a switch, only finding a safety lock on the side of it and nothing else.
He then locked it.

“It appears to have no other function as to shrink. Sorry Jose but we'll be having keeping you here a bit longer here. Maybe it'll wear-off in a few days? Other than that your kind of cute! You know. I could imagine having some fun with you!”

Mr. McGill said to Jose who then started to stamp and stomp around on the desktop in a furious fashion kicking of the pencils, throwing erasers around, flipping his middle finger off at Mr.McGill.

Saturday.

It was 09:00a.m. in the morning. Mr. McGill went through his normal routine, going into the bathroom taking care of his personal hygiene, and everything. After he got out of the shower he remember what had happened the day before.

“Oh how thoughtless of me...” Mr. McGill said to himself without drying himself off, swiftly going naked over to the bed opening up the wooden box, looking down in it at Jose. Mr. McGill was relieved to see that the tiny Gardner was still alive and finally awake!

Jose's did not sleep well that night. Mr. McGill gave him a couple of handkerchiefs to use a blankets, but the wooden floor in the box was too hard, and he stilled smelled like the whiskey, and had a slight hangover. Jose could hear how the giant man snored almost all night long as-well. After Mr. McGill finally opened the box up and let in the fresh air, he too was at least a tiny bit relieved.
Just then, at the same time the phone rang.
Mr. McGill put his finger on his lips looking down at Jose to let him know to keep his mouth shut.
He then picked up the telephone receiver.

“Hello.” Mr. McGill
“Hi honey it's me your wife, just wanted to make sure that every-thing's fine. Are you surviving the weekend alone? Are you really alone in bed?” Mrs. McGill asked in smart-assed fashion.
“Oh yes, funny that you ask. I do have a tiny surprise when you get back on Monday dear. How is it in France?” Mr. McGill.
“Oh really! A surprise? I wonder what it could be this time. Please no chocolate, or diamonds.
I am sick and tired of the same old same old you know! Maybe you should stop buying me stuff, dear. It is getting even more boring living with you, you know. But France, on the other hand is great!”Mrs. McGill
“No no none of that, and you may not even get over the shock of it all darling...so see you on Monday when you get back, darling! Nice hearing from you. (Mrs. McGill hung up.) And this time it will not cost anything.” Mr. McGill said with an evil smile on his lips.

Mrs.McGill played with thoughts of staying in France, divorcing Mr. McGill, even-though she had never worked a single solitary day in her life, and without his money she would have never had such a luxurious time.
She knew that she was going to leave him. She was just waiting for a reason to do so. “Well I do get half of it you know...” Mrs. McGill said under her breathe after tossing her smart-phone in her purse, taking another drink of champagne, flirting with the younger bartender, who would be going to bed with her later on that night, for a monetary sum of 500 Euros.

Jose back- up into the corner of the box.
“Hey what the fuck! Hombre no! What are you planing on doing, don't rape me! HOMBRE!!!” Jose yelled, but Mr. McGill already fished him out of the box.
“Now now Jose, just relax.” Mr. McGill said pulling the handkerchief off of Jose's body placing a wet warm kiss on his chest.
“We have to talk, you and me.” Mr. McGill said as his laid on his stomach on his bed, placing Jose on a pillow, looking at him with his face in his hands standing on his elbows.
Jose heart was beating fast and he did not know what was coming. He could see Mr. McGill's huge face, his his gray mustache, the smile he had and his wet lips, his teeth, and the water that was still rolling down his face from the shower.
Mr. McGill giggled like a school child, fascinated with the fact of how scared Jose had become.
Jose stood up and started to grab the handkerchief and started to cover himself up, but Mr. McGill used his pointer finger, and swapped his legs out from behind and watched as Jose fell onto the pillow again. He then took the handkerchief, and blew his nose on it.
“Do you still plan on using this?” Mr. McGill asked as he then pulled the pillow up underneath his face rubbing his nose softly on the right and left side of Jose's face, kissing him on his chest, feeling how Jose's dick also hardened up against his chin.


“I do not want to have sex with you sir!!” Jose managed to yell our loud.
Mr. McGill raised his head up and studied his little toy for a second unsure of what of say to that.
“Then don't!” Is all that Mr. McGill could answer as he lowered his face back down and giggled and carried on with the pleasure.
Jose could smell, and taste the toothpaste on Mr. McGill's breathe, feel the warmth from his lips, and feel the coldness of his nose. Jose was completely helpless and could not fight back, so he gave into the pleasure.

“Oh now what just happened here. Are you getting off on me my little latino garden dwarf? Now come on now jerk it of for me I want you to make it spit for me. You want me to help?” Mr. McGill asked without taking a break and started to lick his private parts. Lifting Jose's legs in the air, licking his ass, spreading his legs apart, feeling Jose's hard dick on the tip of his tongue. They were both moaning of pleasure. Mr. McGill then grabbed Jose and spun around and sat up on the bed with his back on the wall, holding Jose in both of his hands.
“Now it's your turn stud! Jerk yourself off for me!!!” Mr. McGill ordered.
Jose started to work his cock looking up at this older giant man who was lost in excitement. Jose too was a bit lost in the moment, and just before he came Mr. McGill forced his arms down on his sides.
“Not too fast Jose, I am just starting. Time to meet your new friend.” Mr. McGill said lowering Jose down slightly pressing his body against his huge cock, with his face directly under the back part of the head.
“Now lick it! I want to feel your tiny tongue movements. Torment my dick, teach me something new Jose! Come on now you little whore. Come on treat me right!” Mr. McGill commanded, and Jose did as he was told.

Jose thought that he would puke, and was scared, but Mr. McGill's skin was clean and did not stink at all, and his cock was almost hot. Jose could taste the salty pre-cum which started to gather on the peak of head, which was only inches away from his face. All in all it was not so bad after all.

Sunday Jose awoke, with a rush of cold air hearing how Mr. McGill was yawning loudly. As he finally came to himself and looked around he could see that he was cuddled up to his dick, feeling the hair from Mr. McGill's crotch on his back. He felt strange. He cold tell that Mr. McGill had already sat up and was looking down at him, with a glass of water in his hand.

“Oh what a nice view, I do have of you. Did you sleep well with your new partner, last night? His name is dick.” Mr. McGill said laughing. Jose let go and back up from Mr. McGill's best piece, only to get pushed back down in place, seeing how it was starting to rise and shine. “No no little man, not like like. Time to get to work whore man. I need some satisfaction this morning!” Mr. McGill said looking down at Jose and his cock.

Jose felt helpless, and was crying, but did as he was told. Mr. McGill watched for a while, and turned on the TV and let Jose get him off, until he noticed that Jose was crying. Mr. McGill then grabbed Jose and lifted him up.

“What are you crying about Jose. Does it hurt or something? Come on now I can see that you also have a woody.” Mr. McGill said as he started to lick and Jose on his private part. Jerking him self off with his other hand.

Jose could smell Mr. McGill's bad breathe and taste the cool water dripping from his mustache. He could feel the soft skin of his hand holding him there, hear how Mr. McGill was moaning, and see how Mr. McGill was also shedding a tear, because he was enjoying every minute of it.

Jose decided fall into the passion of the moment. Jose grabbed onto his own cock and jerked it off on Mr. McGill's tongue, letting out a scream, shaking his legs rapidly, as he came.

Mr. McGill tasted the salty sperm spent by Jose, and felt how his tiny body stiffened up, how his legs shook, and heard his scream. He then took another drink of water out of his glass, placed the glass on the table, filled his hand up with spit and started jerking himself off. “Now listen Jose. I am going to hold you up to my nipple and I want you to lick it and bite it!” Mr. McGill commanded placing Jose's face up to his nipple.

Jose did as he was told being held by this old giant in his hand like a G.I. Joe action figure.

Mr. McGill was lost in emotion, feeling the pleasure of Jose's nipple torture, enjoying it. He was massaging his cock at the same time. Right before he came he changed hands and used Jose's body, spitting all over Jose first, licking him placing more saliva all over his chest, face, and private parts.

Jose puked after it all was done, finding himself held up against the massive cock, covered up in spit and sperm. Jose thought about committing suicide for the first time in his life.

Mr. McGill on the other hand sat there for a few seconds and enjoyed the afterglow, feeling his sex toy in his hand held on tight to his best piece, wondering how long it has been since the last time he had so much sex in his life.

Mr. McGill then got up took Jose with in the bathroom, humming a tune, on his way to take care of their personal hygiene, more happy than ever. The phone rang again, but Mr. McGill just let the answering machine take care of the rest. He did not want anything more to do with his wife! Not until tomorrow that is...

Monday

Jose would have never have imagined being in the position he was now. Before he got shrunk and sexually misused by Mr. McGill, his life wasn't really everything that he had imagined anyways, and that all he had left in this life was a load of bills. Jose woke up again in bed with Mr. McGill in his underwear, but this time Mr. McGill was still asleep, and thanks God...his cock was too.

Jose managed to squirm out of the underwear and make his way between Mr. McGill's legs, on the outside of the blanket, without Mr. McGill waking up. Looking over at the digital clock on the nightstand he could see that it was 4 a.m. Jose then decided to clime down the blanket, which hung over the bed, the rest of the way onto the floor.

He then made his way through the house, only to find out that there was no way out of the house. All at once, he heard that Mr. McGill yelling for him, and could hear how Mr. McGill was stomping about, how he might even be on his way, looking for him. Jose then chose to find a hiding place, and went into the office and his there under the desk behind the trash can.

Mr. McGill woke up that morning with a hard-on, and rolled over onto his back, while sliding his hand in his underwear on his crotch expecting to find Jose there already at work. Jose was gone. Mr. McGill then felt up the bed not finding him there either. He stood up and went over and turned on the light. He shook out his covers, finding that nothing fell out. He noticed that the bedroom door was left open. Mr. McGill searched the bedroom, underneath the bed the closet and everywhere finding nothing. He then yelled for Jose, realizing that was wrong, he stopped abruptly, knowing somehow, that that would only make things worse, other than that, his wife would be home again in a couple hours from her trip to France. Mr. McGill looked over at the clock on the nightstand to find out that it was already 8 am. His wife would be coming around 10 am. Mr. McGill then decided not to even look for Jose, but to get ready for his rendezvous with his wife instead.
“Now isn't this frustrating!” Mr. McGill muttered under his breath on his way to the bathroom to take care of his personal hygiene all by himself.

Mrs. McGill was already pre-frustrated as the plane landed, not really happy to have to go back home to her boring old husband. She already started to miss France, even-though she hardly spoke a word of the language, but at least she had enough money that did the talking for her, and she always had a new handsome young man on her side the every day. She decided that she would confront her husband with this issue when she got home, that she was going to leave him, because she was just plain old un-happy with him. She decided that it was time for a change in her life.

Mr. McGill sat at the table eating breakfast. He had his toast, butter, hard boiled eggs, a jar of pickles, and a jar of jam. Next to the pickle jar was the shrink-ray. It was shortly after 10 a.m.

Jose had quietly been observing Mr. McGill, since he came down stairs, wondering why he wasn't looking for him. He watched as Mr. McGill ate breakfast, and snuck underneath the table, hoping that something would fall on the floor that he could eat. All at once Mrs. McGill walked into the room, and sat down on the other side of the table. Jose was scared, but curious at the same time, not wanting to be seen.

“Hello Darling!!! You look marvelous. Did you get enough French-cock the past few day? I've been thinking about you all morning long!” Mr. McGill said with a smirk on his face, reaching for the shrink-ray, which was next to the pickle jar.

“Good Morning dear. Now listen I've have to tell you something, but I do not want to shock you.” Mrs McGill said trying to ignore, that fact that her husband was more interested in playing with a toy gun.

“Well then... it what I am expecting, you wanting to leave me and everything.
Other than that I don't know if I am going to allow you to walk on out on me right now darling, when life is starting to get more interesting...that is.” Mr. McGill said taking the safety of the shrink-ray.

“What do you mean.... allow me? I am an grow god-damned woman! I can do whatever I want! This boring life with you is not what I want anymore!!! To hell with you and all of this! I am going to pack up my belonging and leave today! I've already contacted the lawyer as I was in taxi, on the ride home. I'd rather die that have to share the rest of my short existence on this earth with you!” Mrs. McGill said as she got up and headed for the door.
At the same time Mr. McGill pointed the shrink-ray at her, pulled the trigger and let it rip.

“Well darling maybe I can help you out with that one last wish, before you go!” Mr. McGill said as he put the safety switch back on his shrink-ray, and placed it back on the table next to the pickle jar.

He then took another drink of coffee, and followed her toward the stairs, watching how she all at once fell into her clothing, leaving only a pile of clothes on the stairway. He giggled to himself and went over to her.