dougtfs: “Such a good workout,” Brock said, flopping down on the couch. “Hey, man,
dougtfs: “Such a good workout,” Brock said, flopping down on the couch. “Hey, man, could you take a shower before you…” my voice trailed off. The smell was overpowering, and I nervously tried to loosen my necktie. He grinned. “Before I what?” He lifted his arms and put them behind his head, showing off his sweaty wet patch of armpit hair. “Come on,” I said, nervously, “you know what your smell … what it does to me.” “I think I’d like to see,” he said. It had already begun. I felt my body compressing, shrinking, losing size by the second. I was already several inches shorter than I was when he came in, my business suit growing loose and floppy around me. “Not again,” I begged. “Just rinse off and I’ll try to grow back.” “Maybe later,” he said, pulling down his gym shorts. The smell of his sweaty balls hit me like a wave and I felt dizzy, stupid, puny. My clothing began slipping off of me, the suit I’d worn to work that day became a ridiculous balloon on my tiny frame. “I’m getting out of here,” I said, trying to escape. But my huge floppy dress shoes made me trip, and I fell forward as my button-down shirt enveloped me. Landing on the floor, I crawled out of the neck hole to see him looming over me, huge. He’d pulled off his shorts and tossed them at my face. The sweaty smells buried my whole body, and I scrambled to escape the giant shorts. Now naked and only about a foot tall, I tried to run, but his massive hand reached down to pick me up and place me on his furry chest. “Hey there, big shot,” he said. “You know, maybe I do need a little bath. A tongue bath. You’re going to lick me clean.” Get more stories of transformation, power, and control: https://amzn.to/2Rhaw5G -- source link
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