“Damnit!” Mark said, dropping his controller on his huge belly. He picked up his cigarettes, clearly frustrated, and lit one out of anger. He reached down and gave you a playful little flick with his finger, knocking you over on the couch.
“I gotta take a quick piss,” he said, getting up off of the couch and heading towards the bathroom, a trail of smoke following him.
It had been two weeks since you had acquired a shrink ray. It had been your life long fantasy to be small. Like, really small. The first day you had the device you shrank some stuff around the house, and had a lot of fun. But you knew it’d be unsafe to shrink yourself alone, so after a few days you told Mark about your fantasy.
Mark was the polar opposite of you. You’d been friends for almost ten years, meeting in high school at 13. You were polar opposites. You were short and thin, and rather geeky. Mark was very large. In the last few years he’s managed to grow a thick beard, something you still couldn’t do.
The two of you were social outcasts. Never really bullied, but both picked on. You’d both managed a few dates over the years, but girls just didn’t seem to look your way. Mark had had the most success. He dated Stacy for three months. A heavy smoker, that’s where Mark picked up the habit.
Today was the third day you came to Mark’s house and let him shrink you. He seemed pretty accepting of your fantasy. The shrink ray had made things easy. The first time you just had some pizza and talked about perspective women and job. The shrink ray allowed Mark to shrink your dinner for you.
A couple of days ago you played smash, Mark shrank your controller which made it easy. You had beat him every time, so you weren’t surprised when he called for a rematch.
You realized today was the first time you guys had interacted physically when he gave you a playful shove with his finger. You had been curious about what it would be like to be grabbed at your tiny size, but were careful not to force your fantasy on him.
You’d much rather have been grabbed by a woman, but you trusted Mark. He had been cool and accepting when you told him about your desire to shrink, never questioning it, just agreeing to help you try it out. No sense in blowing a good thing.
Mark returned and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on the coffee table.
“Wanna go to the burger shack and grab some lunch?” he said.
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