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Chapter #4
Somehow the size of a toddler!
by: Unknown
A persistent pang of pain shot through your head from the back of your skull and into your eyes, jolting you awake.
Your eyes snapped open and you tried to groan but it was muffled by the duct tape covering your mouth. You tried to grasp your head, the agony of this inexplicable migraine unbearable, but your hands were tied behind your back with some sticky substance which was likely the same as the tape covering your mouth. You tried to kick, but you found the same issue with that.
You stare up at an unfamiliar ceiling, completely drenched in sweat. Your whole body was throbbing all over. Realizing that escape is not an option, you tried to recount your steps so to speak.
A grotesque vision of another man's boxer clad ass invading your personal space to the point of no return came to mind. You could feel the heat of his crack and the curvature of his cheeks as his beefy butt pressed into your head and weighed down on top of you. You could hear his laughter as he leaned slightly and released a fart that sputtered across the surface of your face and shot up into your nose.
A sick dream? Nightmare?
As memories came flooding back, you recognized the ceiling you were staring at and the laughter that kept reverberating through your mind. Josh.
Oh no
You shuddered, full memory returning to you. You had been tackled to the ground, tied up, and force fed Josh's farts while he sat on your face watching a comedy movie. His laugh was still fresh in your mind. You could tell he was enjoying himself up there as he casually ripped ass up your nose. You have no idea why your best friend thought this would be an acceptable thing to do to you, or how long he thought he would be able to get away with this.
You knew Josh enjoyed his own flatulence, and for whatever reason he enjoyed you to be around for it. He would constantly fart around you and try to gauge your reaction to it. Whenever your face creased in disgust it was like he took it as a compliment. His face would light up and he would smile a toothy, boyish grin like he was flattered that he had disgusted you for two seconds.
But this?...
You heard footsteps approaching and tried to lift your neck to look, but you couldn't lift it high enough.
You look up at your best friend as he came into your field of vision.
"I've been planning this for awhile..." Josh says to you.
"Mmmmph."
You tried to tell him to let you go or you'd have to call someone. Your parents...his. The police. Someone.
"You look so cute, all tied up like that." Josh says.
"Mmmmph!" You respond, kind of freaked out.
You knew Josh wasn't gay, but you couldn't help but be unnerved by the way he said what he just did, especially while you were in your current state "all tied up" on his bed at his house, completely unable to move or scream.
"Here...let me show you what I mean." Josh said.
He put his hands behind your head and lifted it up. What you saw left you flabbergasted.
Your body....was at least half the size it used to be. You looked like the size of a child. The intensity of your migraine increased and your heart was a pounding rock inside your throat.
"I figured out how to make you smaller." Josh whispered villainously into your ear.
"You can either willingly do what I want for the whole week....and I might just grow you back....OR you can refuse...and I'll just make you smaller and smaller until you give up. Your choice, dude." Josh almost laughed when he said "choice".
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