Sitting next to michael you feel the heat radiating from his ass through his tiny shorts. In a swift movement he swings his legs to the side to his feet are resting on the arm of the lounge, their stench flooding your nostrils.
The smell gets worse as your world spins and contorts. You are shrinking. Michael keeps an eye on the television completely ignoring you. A huge bicep as he flexes his arm to scratch his ass which is now moving further away as you shrink. His dirtystained nails scratch the glute through the fabric. As the pain subsides you stop shrinking and now you are at a height of
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