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Chapter #5
You flail and punch at the clothed flesh around...
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"WHAT THE..."
Justin stops what he's about to do - to your immediate relief. Still, was it wise to poke a farting giant? He stands up and regards the bench, a sweaty imprint of his ass left on the spot. You're in the relatively dry space between two soaked circular shapes. Not to say that you're not soaked with a fine layer of HIS sweat.
"You f*&ing perv!"
"Wait, Justin! I have no idea what happened here! I woke up shrunk on the bench ... there was nothing I could do - you sat down on me!!! PLEASE HELP!"
A smirk alights on Justin's round face. He bends over to get a better look at you. "I don't care what you did, how you got here, or what your plans are, little runt! The It's your lucky day..."
You feel a weight lifted off your shoulders - and not just from the stinky massive weight of the chubby bully's body no longer sitting on you. Relaxing you start to say "Thank you." But the cowlicked boy's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure.
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