Once upstairs, Sarah begins to cook and Alexander retreats to his bedroom. He sits down at his desk, turns on the PC and starts to take a closer look at the cube.
"So just pick a number and turn it around?" he mumbles.
A number between 1 and 100? When making such decisions, Alexander usually takes the middle, here 50. He places the cube on the table and spins it with a simple movement of his hand and watches the cube get bigger. He grows up quite quickly and Alexander notices that his desk is also getting bigger... and his chair... and his clothes? Then he realizes it. Things don't get bigger, he gets smaller. When he has only reached half of his original size, the cube comes to a standstill. Alexander looks at himself in amazement. Could that be? A thousand thoughts shoot through his head. The numbers had to stand for percentages, Alexander concluded. This shop also sells real magic. What should he do first? He turns around and sees his girlfriend's socks lying on the floor. He calculates quickly, at 1.69m he must be 3% enough to get to 5cm. He grabs the cube and puts it under the desk, turns it on the 3 and goes a few steps back. As before, the cube turns rapidly and seems to get bigger. This time, however, his eyes turn black and Alexander already feared that he would pass out, but realizes that it is only his clothes that lie on him like a tent due to the enormous oversize. He fights his way out of his shirt and arrives at his underpants. He can smell them, a strong musk smell and a little urine stench is in the air. It seems so intense to him and anticipation spreads through him. When it already smells so intense here, he thinks about it. He walks towards the sock and notices that he is slower than he expected. At least he is not out of breath. Even from a distance, at least for him, he can reach for the worn sweat. He loves this smell, which is confirmed by his erection. As he stands in front of the sock opening, he takes deep air to remove the smell. So intense, so cheesy and salty. He simply has to go in. He crawls up to the toe area and lies down there, begins to enjoy himself. He can't help but touch himself, he could use his erection as a chisel. He loses all sense of time until he hears the room door open. Steps approach him. He sees red-lacquered nails briefly pull past the sock opening. Pamela is already back? "I've been in here for a long time." Alexander wants to surprise his girlfriend and storm out when he falls back. The sock is lifted and he hears his girlfriend say:
"Even leave his clothes here, but scold me when I leave my socks lying around."
That's right, all his clothes are still out there. If he wants to surprise them, he has to make himself noticed now. He starts jumping around, but when the sock starts to drop in height again, it's not because Pamela wants to look in, but because she wants to put her foot in. She almost always wore socks at home and on days like these, when she wears sandals all day, her soles were always particularly sweaty, something Alexander likes very much and can smell the traces of it in her socks today. Contrary to his fantasies, however, she will probably flatten him here. He tries to lie horizontally in the toe area, but with his 5cm it won't help either. Full of force her toes crashed against him and Alexander was pressed tightly against her toes as she pulled up the sock. The smell is now so strong that Alexander almost immediately has an orgasm. It's all damp from the sweat and there were still some grains stuck to her foot, dirt that has accumulated over the course of the day. Alexander feels all this on his skin when he had to die like that, be it as if he would die happily. Pamela gets up and feels something on her toes, she rubs her foot against the carpet and feels whatever it was disappearing. Alexander makes his last prayer when Pamela begins to put pressure on him. But instead of bursting, Alexander notices how his body is deforming, like modelling clay, becoming an interlude for Pamela. He can feel where every part of his body is, especially his limb, which was now distributed on the ball of his foot. With every step she takes, Alex feels an enormous pressure again, not painful, at least not very, but also not very pleasant. But the old man did not say anything about that, Alexander thinks, but with relief and his fear of death has vanished. In the meantime, Pamela goes back to the kitchen to eat, Sarah had prepared noodles and goulash. "Say, have you seen Alex?"
"Last time he went into his room, why isn't he there?"
"His clothes were on the floor, but he wasn't there."
"Maybe you just missed him," Sarah said winking.
The two eat alone, since Jiro had already eaten and Markus only eats his sports food.
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