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A fun weekend with the guys turns into a shrinking nightmare. PLEASE ADD ! ANYTHING goes !
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Chapter #3

3 inches

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At 3 inches tall I was easily scooped up in mikes hand. He then carried me to and tossed me onto the table they were gathered around to play poker. I started to freak out and began shouting.

Jimmy glanced over with an annoyed look. “Can’t you quiet him down?”

“Actually I can” Mike replied and took out the palm pilot and hit the “mute” button. As soon as he did I was silenced. I tried to speak, to yell, but there was no sound. Like the mute button on a television set, he took my voice away.

The guys thought this was hilarious.

They began flicking me back and forth to one another with their thick strong fingers. It hurt but my pleas to stop went unheard. Mike feeling just the lightest bit bad for me, and not wanting to inflict any serious permanent damage also typed in “Pliable”. This allowed me to somewhat absorb the blows. This helped physically but was still humiliating !

Mike reached out and snatched me in mid tumble across the table. “Now listen here runt, while we play, your going to be out chip jockey. Its up to you to take our bets and move them into the center of the table. Got it?”

I stood there arms folded and turned my back to him.

He lent down and said “You will do it or Ill turn you into a poker chip and leave you like that for the rest of your miserable life. Got THAT?!?!”

I lowered my head in defeat and turn to him in acknowledgement of my duties.

They began playing and I started running from guy to guy pushing in their bets as they played. Luckily for me they pulled in their own winnings. That would have taken me forever.

This continued for what seamed like hours.

Then one of the guys asked Mike what else the Palm Pilot could turn me into. It was Jimmy. Mike grinned and tossed it to him. “Why don’t you try it and find out.”

I got a very bad feeling about this !

Jimmy started punching in commands and I felt myself changing again.This time…..

You have the following choices:

1. he turned me into an ice cube for his drink

2. a pillow for under his feet

3. Your Choice

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