I'm big and you are tiny! (Patreon)

I walked into the gym, ready for another intense session, but the moment I saw my trainer standing there, I couldn’t help but grin. He looked so small. No, tiny. My growth over the past few months had been incredible, and now the difference between us was almost laughable. My shoulders brushed the doorframe, my biceps strained against the sleeves of my shirt, and my thighs—thick, muscular, and powerful—had outgrown anything he could dream of lifting. He barely came up to my chest, his whole body looking like something I could bench for reps.

“Alright, let’s start with some warmups,” he said, his voice a little shaky as he glanced up at me.

I crossed my arms, letting my muscles bulge as I tilted my head down to meet his gaze. “Warmups? You think I need warmups when I could lift you like a dumbbell?”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Well, it’s good to start light…”

“Light?” I smirked, taking a step forward. “Oh, you mean you.” I reached out, grabbing the barbell he’d set up for me, and curled it with one hand like it was nothing. The plates clinked together as I effortlessly moved through the motion. “This? This is a warmup for me. But you… you’re barely even that.”

I watched as his confidence drained away, replaced by something closer to awe—or fear. I stepped even closer, forcing him to back up until his shoulders hit the wall. “You’ve been my trainer for months, but look at us now. Do you honestly think you’re still the one in charge?”

“I... uh...” he stammered, shrinking beneath my gaze.

I leaned in closer, my shadow swallowing him as I flexed one arm, the peak of my bicep rising like a mountain between us. “Touch it,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “You know you want to.”

He hesitated, but the tension was palpable. Slowly, he reached out, his hand trembling as it brushed against my arm. The contrast was almost laughable—his tiny hand on the massive, unyielding muscle I’d built. “Feel that?” I asked, my tone dripping with confidence. “That’s real power. And you’ll never come close to it.”

I straightened up, towering over him, and gave him a smirk that left no question about who was in control. “Get on your knees,” I said, my voice soft but firm, like an order that had already been decided.

He looked up at me, his face a mix of confusion, awe, and something else entirely. But he obeyed. He sank to the ground, his gaze locked on me as if he couldn’t look anywhere else.

I stepped closer, the weight of my presence undeniable, and smiled as I leaned down just enough to make sure he could hear my final words.

“Good,” I murmured, my voice carrying just enough edge to make him shiver. “Now… let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”