It’s Friday and you tell your dad you want to sleep at your buddy Brads house. He tells you “Fine” and tells you to be careful and to behave.
You grab your backpack, stuffing the remote inside and head to Brads on your Bike. When you get there, you can hear him playing his drums thru his open bedroom window. You call him on your cell and he looks out the second story window he yells out, “its open, come on up.”
Parking your bike inside the open garage door, you head in thru the laundry room. There you see piles of dirty socks and underwear waiting to be washed. You know some of them are Brads and others are his dad’s, Glenn, and his older brother’s Tommy.
You continue they the house and can hear Brad playing his drums again and head up the stairs. His door is mostly closed but not all the way. You set your backpack out in the hall and take out the remote. You type in 2 inches and hit enter. You shrink to the commanded size. You easily fit thru the door opening and immediately see Brad with his back to you at the drum set pounding away.
There are sneakers, socks and assorted other clothing and clutter all strune about the room. You run over to him and look up. He’s huge. There’s also a funky smell looming across the floor. Probably coming from his nasty sneakers and socks. Not to mention his bare feet, one of which is bounding on the drum peddle.
You see a tooth pick on the floor and use it as a spear to poke his other foot. He flinches but does not look down. You do it again and his hand comes down to brush the annoyance away. This time you take it and run, brushing the tip along the length of his foot. This gets his attention. He looks down thinking you’re a strange bug and lifts his foot to smash you.
You scream shouting “NO ! BRAD ITS ME !”
He hears you and stops and leans down for a closer look. His huge fingers come down pinching you up between them. “What happened to you?”
You laugh telling him the story. He carries you thru his room to your backpack out in the hall and finds the remote in the side pocket just like you told him.
“OK Brad now enter in “restore” and I will change back to normal.”
He seams to be ignoring you and fidding with the device.
“Brad are you listening to me?” You ask.
“OH I hear you, but this is incredible. I could do ANYTHING to you I want. This is Awesome. Lets see what else it can do.”
You start to freak out as he pushes buttons while he walks with you in one hand and the remote in the other. He then steps down on a wad of silly putty. “Eiew !” he says. “That could have been you, if I had smashed you with my foot he jokes.”
Then an evil smile crosses his boyish face. He types in “Pliable” and hits enter. You feel a jolt run thru you. His grip tightens as he feels you squish in his grip. You feel pressure but no pain. He’s turned you into human silly putty. “I love this” he says. “This is going to be a great weekend”
He begins thinking of other things to do with you.
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