"Whoa" you say "what the hell?" you now have to look up to see Brett's eyes. Directly infront of you is the chest covered in a layer of dirty blonde fuzz, his nipple is right beside your eye. "Whats happening?" Brett questions with a worried look on his face as you drop down to his stomach level, his navel is at your chin.
The look on Brett's face changes into a smile as he looks at your shrinking form. "Actually you're kinda cute" you glare up at him as his navel reaches eye level "This is not cute, its fucked up!" a cold chill runs through you as you feel the waistband of his shorts hit your chin. You maintain eye contact with the man, looking into his eyes, you see his massive, muscled body all before you. You can now smell his scent that wafts from his shorts as your eyes are at waistband level. His tuft of hair from his navel to his groin brushes your face.
Your shrinking has stopped at a few feet, groin height as you hear a car pull up outside. You follow Brett to look out the window. His huge ass bobs before you, straining beneath the tiny shorts. A different smell wafts from that region. You are too short to see out, but Brett fills you in "It's Mike"
You panic, If Mike sees you like this, you are in a world of trouble. "Quick, Hide me!" you hiss to Brett. Brett Picks you up like a small child before taking you down the hall. In there he has the option of stuffing you in his football gear bag, in the bedroom or in the bathroom.
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