As you shrink the other guys act as though its not a big deal. Probably because they were told before getting to the cabin what was going to happen to me. They all poured themselves another drink and quickly downed them. Shot after shot they continued until I had shrunk down to about 1 foot tall. I was now surrounded by my “friends” and the liquor was starting to kick in. They began grabbing for the PDA wondering what else it could do to me.
Mike told them all to relax, that they would have plenty of time to toy with me. The weekend had just started. “How about we toss around a little football in the meantime” he asked and began punching in some commands.
Within seconds and before I could even protest I had been turned into a football. I fell to the side and rocked side to side now not having any will of motion any longer. Steve reached down and gripped me, picking me up and planting his open palm over my face. He then slammed his other hand on the other side of me and told the guys its time to go out and get some fresh air. They headed outside.
Steve spun me around seeing my flat dimpled face looking up. “Dude you look so pathetic” he said and yelled to butch to “go deep” I was then tossed in a long airborne spiral to Butches awaiting hands.
He grabbed me then spiked me to the ground. I winced at impact and went tumbling across the grass.
Jimmy Ran by snatching me up and tossed me to Mike.
None of them were even looking at me any more. Not as a person anyway. Not even as a person, now a football. Just as a recreational toy.
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