"Jesus fucking christ - what the hell happened to you?" I ask Jack. He is sprawled out naked on the cushion looking a bit green, but clearly had a hardon. Guess I hadn't noticed before, but for a little guy, he has a pretty nice package. He must only be like two inches tall. Just the site of him that small and helpless is starting to excite me.
I pick him up in my hand and notice just how miniscule he is compared to my greatness. Jack is explaining that he just woke up like this - not quite sure how or why it happened. I feel a little bad, but he seems more like a toy or doll than the friend I know. Looking at him trying to talk to me, I just keep hearing, "blah, blah, blah." My head is swirling with fun things I could be doing to him.
He finally stops talking and asks if I would try to help him. I way my options - I can try and help him out, maybe have fun with him in a way he would enjoy, or I could always lord over him and do whatever the hell I want. My feet are like six times larger than him - bet he would look funny compared to my stiff member!
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