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Chapter #4
Bring the car into my truck
by: Unknown
I bring the car into my truck. I carefully extricate my three inch toys and put them in a clear plastic box with holes punched in the top. "You sure had a nice car, little man," I direct my comment to the driver. Shrinking the car down to three inches, I hold it near the box for the guys to see. I turn around and slide down my shorts. All they can see is huge walls of thick hairy flesh.
Turning around, I can tell by the looks on their faces that they can smell my strong scent. I wink at them, "Just think, this can be you in the near future." I bend over further and stuff the convertible in between my humongous bulbous cheeks. Standing up, I clench the mountains of muscle together. The crushing of muscle can be heard. Leaning back over the box, I let out a huge fart. The squashed car comes flying out and lands over top my toys. The gas eminating from me smells like roses to me, but doesn't seem to agree with my captors. They are laying on their backs staring at what used to be the shiny red auto.
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