You are there at the base of the pillow that know rises above you like a strange white hill. You wonder if you should let them see you or hide. You are so confused. Matt and Scott are your friends.
As your mind is racing you hear Scott's voice though somewhat distorted by his immense size say, with excitement,"There he is!"
You press up against the pillow as these two Mount Rushmore size faces move in on you. You scratch your head in disblief. Your two friend's faces fill the entire space above you. Scotts big blue, clear eyes blink as he gazes down at you.
"We better hurry before his father or brother's find out," says Matt.
You feel numb when Scotts huge fingers reach for you. In a moment that seemed to take for an eternity, huge warm leathery skin engulfs your entire body.
When the fingers release you, you find yourself in a warm dark place. Your in Scott's pocket. In the darkness of the pocket prison, you wonder how you were shrunken and why?
After a spate of time light enters your pocket world. On the heels of the light that streams in, are those giant fingers again.
The fingers gently releases you and you fall onto a soft brown surface. Standing up on this uneven surface you see the brown material extend for city blocks, so it seems to you. You are on a giant bed. You experiance an earthquake as the two titanic teens sit down on ether side of you. Scott is wearing a pair of denim jeans and Matt a pair of gray sweat pants.
Matt takes a finger and slowly runs it over your body. "Your so tiny," he says.
"Well, how do want to work it?" asks Scott.
"I'll have him for tonight. Unless you want him."
You try to retreat as Scott picks you up between his thumb and forefinger. He slowly runs you over the side of his face. His facial hairs tickle. "I have football practice tonight. You can have him tonight."
Your head is still reeling and you wonder what the HELL this is about. Scott places you down on the gray fleece surface. Your on Matt's lap. In front of you is the light gray draw string the size of an ankor's chain. For a moment it strikes you that beneath your feet, underneath the gray sweat material is Matt's manhood. The thought kinda over powers you with an energy that strikes you in your own manhood. But soon the feeling leaves as you remember you have been shrunken down to the size of a bug by your friends, who don't seem they have a need to tell you anything.
You start to shout up to Matt, whose huge handsome face is all the while staring down at you from several stories. "Matt, what the blank is going on? You turn and shout up to Scott's huge smiling face. "Please what is happening?"
Matt wiggles his legs that creates a small canyon in his lap, causing you to tumble down. "Your voice sounds so funny Corey." Matt looks up at Scott and says, "I guess I'll get going."
"Have a good one," replies Scott.
Once more you are engulfed in the flesh of a giant's hand. He places you in the cavern size pocket of his sweat pants. On your back in the warm darkness that has a slight musky smell, you hang on to the folds of the inner-pocket.
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