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"Climb my penis, little one." The command would have seemed absurd just a few minutes ago, when I was capable of looking my partner in the eye. But now? It seemed like a daunting task that would take quite some time. Somehow, I'd been reduced in size to where I was now. I was barely the size of a grain of sand - maybe even less than that - at the base of this guy's cock. His shaft stretched into the distance, with the head so far away that it was hard to even see. I gulped uneasily at the thought of walking out there. "Go on, get on with it. Or do you need a bit of motivation?" His hand appeared as if rising from the depths, with his palm filling my vision and his thumb dominating my sky. The fear of being crushed like a mere insect spurred me on. I began to run.

Crossing that vast, turgid surface of flesh was no easy task, with the challenges compounded by my tiny size. I could feel his pulse through the skin; the entire shaft bobbed slightly with each beat of the giant's heart. To him, it was likely an imperceptible motion. To me, it was like being hammered by waves during a storm. I lost my balance and stumbled on more than one occasion. The terrain itself also posed challenges. Even a vein was a difficult barrier to overcome. I could barely get a grasp on the smooth skin. The slightest sheen of sweat was enough to cause me to slip. Despite these threats, going around wasn't going to be an option. I had to somehow make my way over.

I paused for a moment to get my breath. The lust-inducing scent of this giant - seemingly a god - filled the air around me. Every gasp I took was saturated with the scent of his desire. The warmth of the skin beneath me also served as reminder of where I was, as did the occasional bounce of his shaft. That gave me an idea. I braced myself against the vein before me, felt his pulse, and started to move along with the rhythm of his heart myself. After a few moments, I leapt upward at just the right moment, propelling myself near the top of that blood vessel. My landing was rough as I slammed belly-first into the firm surface, but I was far enough up that I could hold on.

Slowly, I crawled forward, afraid to even try to stand up on such unstable ground. Above, I heard the giant chuckle, though the sound was more of a thunderous booming that reverberated through my entire body. I tried to move on before the god's amusement ran out. I pressed on, wriggling like a mere worm, as I attempted to reach the peak. As I did, the view was stunning. Both before me and behind me, the giant's cock seemed to stretch on for miles. To the sides, I could only imagine how far the drop was, and hoped the giant male wouldn't decide to push me off. Even if he simply went soft, I'd be in danger of falling untold distance to the ground below. If I survived the fall - something that seemed incredibly unlikely - I'd probably never be seen again.

The journey was still far from over. I had to move on, to get to the tip, to try get this male off. This was not simply a matter of lust, even though the man's scent was clouding my mind; it was a matter of survival. Perhaps if I got him off he'd grow me back. It's not like I had to think about it much at this point. All I needed to do was keep moving, to keep ascending toward his cockhead, and everything else would take care of itself. Yes, everything would be okay. I had to take my time, to pace myself. I didn't dare take a break, even as my lungs burned with the exertion of getting this far. No, I had to keep moving, before the giant's patience ran out.

Even as I kept going, I felt the skin beneath me shifting. I looked behind me and saw his hand gripping the base of his cock, slowly stroking back and forth along the terrain I'd already covered. It took him a mere second to move that hand across every inch of skin I'd crossed, another reminder of just how tiny I now was. The ground beneath me shifted each time his hand moved back or forth, causing me to trip over the occasional wrinkle that had formed in his flesh. It was a constant ebb and flow, carrying me a fraction of an inch forward, then backward again, but progress was still being made. Yes, just a couple inches more, and I'd be there, at his cockhead, the promised land of this strange voyage.

The further I ascended toward his tip, the harder it became to move. The throbbing of his shaft became more prominent, thanks in part to his increasingly hard erection. He was loving every moment of this; I was a mere passenger in his strange games. The heat and sweat increased as well, such that I felt almost as if I were outside in a tropical climate. It was taxing just to keep moving. I had no sense of time; I knew only that I had to continue for as long as I could.

Reaching the giant's glans was a trek unto itself, but that towering surface of pink flesh rose above me like nothing else. It seemed to stretch dozens - no, hundreds - of feet into the air above me. "Almost there, aren't you? Here, let me help." The giant's voice seemed to get louder as he spoke, until it was so powerful it hurt my ears. I noticed the wall before me get even taller as I shrank, again, with a dizzying speed. It now looked a mile tall. This seemed like the opposite of help, until I tried to climb forward and found it remarkably easy to do so. It was more like crawling than climbing; I had become so small that my mass meant nothing to gravity. If anything, I was now pulled toward his cock rather than simply pulled downard. I could walk right up that wall with the same ease a gecko climbs a window. I took my time, careful not to step into the small ridges on that skin. All the while, the giant's moans rumbled above and around me.

Upon cresting the glans, I was finally there. The cockhead. The tip was in sight. I started to run toward it, abandoning all sense of well being. This is what I'd been going for. This was the end of a long, dangerous journey. I slipped on a droplet of precum the giant had long since forgotten about and began to slide forward. At first it seemed fun, but I began to pick up speed across the dome of his cockhead. I was careening forward at such pace that my vision began to tunnel. I could see the tip getting ever closer, but feared I was about to overshoot!

The giant saw me about to fly off his cock and, with an ease that could only be possible for someone with practice in this strange maneuver, he aimed the tip upward. A subtle movement for him, but to me it was like the entire world shifted. I went airborne. I could look down at his entire cock, which now seemed to stretch like a mountain range. I saw the entirety of that male flesh, like a landscape, a vast surface on which I could wander for weeks. And then, just as quickly, I began to fall. The cocktip came closer once again. With subtle movements, the giant moved his tip beneath me. I plunged inside.

Immediately, the world became dark, hot, humid, and overwhelmingly musky. The giant's precum soaked my entire body, lubing my entry as I continued to fall inside despite the current all around me. The sound of his pulse throbbed like thunder just outside a window. I felt the skin moving around me; the giant was jerking himself off now that I was tucked away inside him. The pressure rose. More fluid came forth, cascading around me as drops of precum allowed the giant to lube his hand. I barely heard his raspy groan of pleasure as he reached climax.

Within an instant, the god's cum battered into me with the force of a raging waterfall. I was left breathless, carried out of his cock once more and sent flying. I had no idea where I was going; everything around me was opaque, pearly fluid. Sperm cells seemed as large as I was, wriggling about in that sea of semen as it cascaded through the air. Then I felt a sudden impact and blacked out.

When I came around, I found myself in my own bed. The guy I brought home was nowhere to be found. My body was absolutely drenched in cum, as if I'd been covered in the cum of every club-going guy in the city. What the fuck was that dream? I rolled over and saw a note on my spare pillow, and blinked as I tried to process the words.

"I'll make you even smaller next time."