You look at the closed door in front of you and saw a slit at the bottom of the door. You were just small enough to lay on your belly and squeeze through it. You stand up and observe the towering ceiling that shot up several galaxies above you. Looking at the long hallway, you know that it is perfectly safe to plan your setup and Brandon does not notice a thing. You watch his towering body gaze at the television, not looking anywhere else. His body reminded you of the Abraham Lincoln memorial statue, as your regular size in relation to the statue. Since the carpet was long and shaggy, you treated it like tall grass and crawled on all fours. Your darker outfit blends well with the carpet, especially in the dark room. You finally reach the coffee table and lucky enough to spot a string.
The coffee table had a fancy rug on top adorned with long ropes dangling from the sides of it. Brandon looked bored, so he got up to do something in the next room. You have your back against the table in the shadows so that he did not see you while walking. You grin even more when you know that you can set yourself up without being seen. You climb up the rope and reach the summit of the table. You look down to see a pretty steep drop, but not the kind of drop that you would fall for hours.
You notice two other boy dolls on the table and you laugh. "Brandon plays with dolls? What for?" You hear footsteps getting closer, so you lay down on your back perfectly stiff. You waited, pretending to be an inanimate toy, but he soon noticed something peculiar. He turned on the light and examined his figurines. Looking into his giant face made you tense up, but you did not move your mouth. Brandon was now eyeing directly at you with suspicion. "Brian? Is that you? As you saw his hand get closer, you get up and start talking, surprised to hear yourself talk like a chipmunk. "It sure is Brandon. I shrunk myself and I wanted to know what you would think. Do you want to play with me?" You might have given him naughty ideas, hence the fact that he was highly amused. "Sure I would, buddy. Whatever you did, it took alot of guts to do this for me."
You notice a significantly huge bulge in his crotch, which was not a good sign. You smiled anyways, knowing that you will have some fun. What does he do to you?
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