The sun slowly filtered through the morning cloud, drifting through the window and illuminating the lounge room where Pat and Spence slept soundly through the growth of their burgeoning hangovers. Spence heavily rolls over onto his back, arching his knees up before pouring a long, warm fart from his ass.
Pat arches up with messed up hair and looks over at his sleeping buddy with a smile. His eyes drift down to spences groin, where he can see a tiny figure of Dean’s brother firmly stuck to the package of his friend. With a smirk he lays back down and returns to sleep.
After some time, the other guys wake up in the house, first Ross and Jack and then followed by Dean. Dean’s tight boxers display a thick patch of sweat, Jacks tiny footy shorts are riding up revealing his lack of underwear and Ross is in his usual naked form. The three of them make breakfast and sit down to have breakfast at the lounge room dining table. In their hungover state the boys start demolishing through their morning recovery breakfast of bacon and eggs.
Spence, still yet to rise looks over at the table “hoi guys make sure to give Lane something to eat” to which the boys being searching the table for Spence’s shrunken brother. The three of them push all the food and utensils aside looking for the tiny man. Jack stuffs a piece of bacon in his mouth before continuing the search. All of a sudden a strange look comes over Ross’s face “Whoa boys, I think I’ve found him” he then proceeds to reach under his naked package to retrieve a tiny, squirming figure. “Orrite whos got food for him” he groans as he drops tiny Lane on the table. Jack laughs with a mouth full of food “mmhm here we go” he reaches into his mouth, peeling a piece of stray bacon from between his teeth. He drops it down infront of the tiny man. Disgusted, the little guy reaches out and proceeds to eat the only offer of food available.
With a groan Pat and Spence heave themselves up and pound over to the table. Before sitting down, Spence reaches out in a massive stretch. Thankfully this movement stretches his tight boxers, causing your tiny body to peel off the sweaty material. With a thud you land
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