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A fun weekend with the guys turns into a shrinking nightmare. PLEASE ADD ! ANYTHING goes !
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Chapter #4

a pillow for under his feet

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Jimmy always had his kids rub his feet when he would be sitting down. He would say it not only felt good but it let them know their place in his house. He’s the boss, and they belong below him looking up. He had a real attitude problem. But I guess when you’re a millionaire you can act however you like.

Jimmy was out of poker chips and said he was going to go sit by the fire and put his feet up. “You mind if I take the runt here with me?” he asked mike. “I need something soft to put my feet up on.”

Mike just shrugged as an indication for him to take me if he wanted. Before he did though he wanted the others to watch what he was going to do to me. He finished punching in the commands and I felt myself morphing. I expanded and felt myself getting puffy. He turned me into a square puffy pillow, to rest his nasty feet on.

He held me up showing all the others. “We’ll be retiring by the fire, my fine gents” he said and set the remote back down on the table but carried me off with him.

Jimmy tossed me down to a hard wooden foot stool in front of a rocking chair. He gathered some kindling wood from the box by the fireplace and proceeded to stake the wood for a fire. Once prepared, he stuck in a little paper then lit it and grabbed the bellows. I was face up on the footstool when I saw him lean back and down came his huge bulbous ass. He sat right on me. He set there adjusting his weight from time to time until he was assured the fire had caught.

He then get up, tossed on a few larger pieced of wood then got up and moved to the old rocking chair. He kicked off his flip-flops and raised his dirty feet up over me. Even in his form I could speak but not loudly. I trued to bed him not to do this but my gaze to his eyes was replaced with his huge feet coming to rest directly on my face.

There was nothing I could do, and with the increasing heat of the fire, the smell from his feet was getting more and more prevalent. I was stuck. He rocked back and forth applying pressure with each rock.

I remained like this until……
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