#height loss

- Finals -

“Sorry for keeping you waiting for me.” The tall hippie told me.

Alan was the last student remaining in the class for the Informatics exam. He sure was shy, almost embarrassed, raising his arm and showing off his sweaty armpit, rank from the heat in the class. Being the teaching assistant of doctor Markov, I was the one watching the class for the finals as he was off to some congress in Yale. The room was warm, even with the windows opened, but it was May after all. The undergraduate gave a darkened copy of his exam as he’s erased quite a number of times. I looked back at him with a smile.

“Your grade should be out by Friday.” I told him.

“Alright.” He said back with a shy smile, head down but his eyes never breaking his gaze on me.

My things were already packed. I was about to head out of the class when he caught up with me.

“Hey, Yan, (can I call you Yan?) want to hit the bar with me and my buds?”

“What?” I turned back, frowning.

It sure annoyed me that he called me Yan instead of Yannick, my full name, especially since I was not really a friend of his. Actually, I was the one who was going to put a grade on his paper.

“I don’t… really think I’d have time for that. I still have a few dozens of copies to grade.”

“Aww c’mon, I know you’d like to.” He insisted.

Alan walked closer to me, holding himself against the wall by the door in almost a flirty way. Was he hitting on me? I can’t tell if I blushed at that moment, but as I was about to decline once more. However, the deep smell of his pit impregnated my nose and my mind grew hazy for a moment. I looked back in his eyes and they suddenly felt just slightly further away, higher.

“Woah… you alright, Yan?” He asked me, catching me as I felt like I was fainting.

“Yeah, just… tired I guess.”

“You should really stop working so hard and just relax a bit more.” Alan said.

I felt myself being pulled down at these words, like I was weighing more, but my clothes felt oddly loose all of a sudden. I looked back up in Alan’s eyes but I found them further higher. I always thought he was just a couple inches taller than me (and I’m 6’0) but from this point of view, he looked almost a foot taller than me.

“I love your beard, Yan. How long have you been letting it grow?” Alan asked with a slight twinge in his voice.

“What? But I…”

‘I don’t have a beard.’ I tried to say but the words just wouldn’t come out. I raised a hand to feel my face only to find a thick bushy but quite long beard. And the instant I touched it, I knew something was wrong. I actually felt it grow in my hand. I was about to step back when Alan wrapped me in a headlock.

“Shhhh little man… breath in. Deep breaths.”

I couldn’t help but breath as he wrapped a large hand on my mouth to prevent me from making any sounds. I tried to move and get out of the strain, but I felt more and more hazy as the musk emanating from him caught up to me. I closed my eyes and felt my hair cascading longer and in waves, catching my mane-like bright brown beard.

“Fuck, Yan. You’re one hell of a hairy fucker.” I heard Alan say, but I cared no more.

My head slipped down his chest a few more inches until I was probably a mere five foot tall against this six foot six tower. I felt an obvious lump rubbing my back where Alan’s crotch was. I felt him soften his arm and pull me in a hug. He leaned down a little and whispered in my ear:

“Fuck. I’m horny, Yan. Wanna fuck before we head to the bar?”

I felt my cock start to grow erect.

“I want to fuck that furry ass of yours.” He added.

Alan unclasped my belt and my pants fell down on the floor. He didn’t even bother to look if there was anyone in the corridor before he bended me over the nearest desk.

“Fuck, Yan, I can’t even see your skin under that forest.” Alan said in a lusty way.

I heard his own short falling down on the ground and felt what felt like a golfball-sized head poking my asscheeks and dripping like a faucet.

“Don’t worry, midget.”

I think I felt myself shrink another inch or two in height.

“After I fuck you good, you’ll have your go at my ass. I can’t wait having your thick ten incher in me.”

Note: I don’t write this kind of stuff usually, as it contains a bit of size loss. Thought people might appreciate it despite being a bit different in style.