"I feel like a god," exclaims Ollie as he continues to toy with me, rolling my shrunken body between his fingers. I have to admit, being shrunk is cool, though I don't know how I feel about being manhandled. Ollie seems to find my tiny wiener amusing. He keeps flickering it.
"Dude, will you stop," I say slightly exasperated as I dodge his giant finger. To my embarrassment, all the messing around has given me a boner.
"Sorry," replies with a grin. "It is just so little." Ollie has never really been bashful about nudity. He often stripped down to shower when I was in the room and supposedly went skinny dipping with some of the cheerleaders.
My giant friend carries me upstairs to his bedroom. Before I can ask what he is doing, Ollie sets me on the floor. From here, it looks like a junk yard of giant things. Shoes, boxers, and sock lay haphazard to my right. On the other side is a stack of used paper plates. The one on the top has a half eaten pizza. Ollie has never been good with being neat.
I look back as Ollie raises his foot over me. The sheer size of it is incredible. From my perspective, he could easily crush a large building. Ollie has long and narrow feet, with smooth soles. He proceeds to lightly step down. My muffled protests go unheard as he plays with me under his feet. Ollie had once told me that he had always fantasized about being a giant. I thought he had be joking, but clearly he was enjoying treating me like a bug under his feet. Getting annoyed, I try to bite him. Unfortunately the skin is too thick.
Ollie traps me between his toes. Then, to my horror, he begins to strip. I stare at Ollie's toned chest as he discards his shirt on the floor. Next he slips his shorts and boxers off. The size of my giant friend's wiener is astounding. It looks like a bus from my size. "Dude, what are you doing?" I ask in bewilderment.
"I wanted to see how you compare in size with my dick," Ollie says with a smirk as he grabs me. Before I can protest, he sets me down on his junk. Ollie flexes it up and down without his hands. I am forced to hold on like I am riding a bucking horse, making him laugh. After sitting on his bed, Ollie says "I dare you to…
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