Greg's New
Pet
by
Ken
Part One
Greg and I had become pretty
good friends over the past few months. I first met him at the
gym one time when I needed a spotter, and we gradually became
workout partners and would hang out together every once in awhile.
Greg was an all-american, lean, muscular 26 y.o. guy with a 5'10"
frame, close cropped brownish- red hair and a confidant reassuring
smile that could melt ice. I, Ken, was slightly shorter than
Greg at about 5'9. We had hit it off because both of us were
laid back and had a mutual interest in working out. We both were
extremely masculine guys, and he didn't have any idea that I
had any interest in him or any guys in general. Simply put, we
were just good pals. Little did I know just how much our friendship
would affect the rest of my life.
One day at the gym we were both
going through an extremely intense workout. Both of us were maxing
out on our bench press and working our chest, biceps, and triceps
into virtual exaust. As we were rapping up, Greg suggested we
head to his place and grab something to eat and relax. We finished
our workouts, and I followed him over to his place.
Greg threw some steaks on the
grill, and we ate some serious protein. Being as hungry as we
were, we didn't even worry about changing clothes or cleaning
up. After finishing dinner, we started discussing plans for the
weekend, and Greg mentioned he was planning on doing some fishing
using his new rod and reel. Being a fan of fishing myself, I
asked if I could see the new equipment, and he said it was in
the closet and I should go check it out.
He and I walked over to the closet,
and I opened the door. It was a large
walk in closet, and looked pretty empty to me except for a box
near the back wall. "It's in the box, go ahead and check
it out." Greg instructed. I walked over to the box and suddenly
I heard the door slam and pitch darkness surrounded me. I turned
around and beat on the door, "OK Greg, ha ha ha, open up"
I said jokingly. Silence. Suddenly, brightness engulfed my eyes
and the door open up. It was so bright that my eyes took a few
seconds to focus. When I could finally see straight, I realized
I was looking not at Greg, but at a white and blue Nike Crosstrainer
that appeared to be the size of a large car.
"UP HERE KEN" I heard
Greg's voice say with a chuckle. With sudden shock, I followed
the Crosstrainer up toward Greg's voice, and saw a giant hairy
leg attached to none other than Greg...only about 100 times his
normal size. Shock and fear took over my body. "Greg, what
happened? You're huge!"
"I'M NOT SO HUGE KEN, IT'S
JUST THAT YOU ARE ABOUT FIVE INCHES TALL" Greg laughed.
Reality started to set in that I had shrunk. "Shit Greg!
Something must have happened to me!" I pondered. "ACTUALLY
KEN, SOMETHING DID HAPPEN TO YOU. I SHRUNK YOU." Greg reached
up and grabbed a machine that looked like a video camera which
had been attached to the wall of the closet. "YOU SEE,
THIS LITTLE MACHINE IS A SHRINKING DEVICE THAT MY UNCLE BUILT,
AND IT SHRINKS ANYTHING IN THIS CLOSET WHEN I TURN IT ON. IN
THIS CASE, THAT MEANS YOU."
Obviously I was concerned, but
not too scared now that I understood what had happened. Greg
liked to play jokes every once in awhile. "Wow, that's some
machine. Now, if you don't mind why don't you go ahead and put
me back to normal. It's a little bit unnerving to be the size
of a doll." I laughed. "I THINK YOU'RE MISSING THE
POINT KEN. I'VE WANTED TO HAVE A BUD AS A PET SINCE THE DAY I
GOT THIS MACHINE. YOU AND I HAVE HIT IT OFF PRETTY WELL, AND
YOU'RE THE ONE I'VE DECIDED I'D LIKE TO KEEP."
A cold chill went down my spine
as what Greg said soaked in. "Greg, you can't be serious
bud. I've got a life of my own. "KEN, I'M GOING TO TAKE
GOOD CARE OF YOU. I REALIZE YOU HAD A LIFE OF YOUR OWN, BUT NOW
YOUR LIFE IS WITH ME. IT MAY TAKE AWHILE FOR YOU TO GET USED
TO IT, BUT YOU WILL." I was beginning to get a little angry.
"Greg, quit being a shit head and put me back to normal.
This isn't funny anymore!" I exclaimed. Greg's face turned
a little more stern, and he kneeled down to bring his face a
little closer to me. "KEN BUDDY, LET'S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT
RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO. NOW
I SAID THAT I WOULD TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU. I MEAN THAT. AS LONG
AS YOU DO AS I TELL YOU, YOU'LL BE FINE. BUT WHEN YOU START MAKING
DEMANDS AND CALLING ME NAMES, IT MAKES ME ANGRY. YOU ARE MINE
NOW, AND YOU'LL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD. YOU WILL SERVE ME AND MAKE
ME HAPPY, AND IN RETURN I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE AND FED. YOU CAN EITHER
MAKE THIS EASY ON YOURSELF OR DIFFICULT. GOT IT?"
At that point, the fear of God
started going through my body. I was now a 5" captive which
could be crushed under Greg's pinky at his discretion. I paused
and then gulped, "Got it".
"GOOD. I'LL TAKE CARE OF
YOU AND HAVE FUN WITH YOU. EVENTUALLY, I THINK YOU'LL HAVE FUN
TOO." Greg's hand then slowly came down to my body, wrapping
me in his fleshy, still sweaty fingers. His fingers closed around
my body and face. My knee jerk reaction was to struggle, but
his strong fingers held me pretty well motionless except for
my legs which hung from the opening in the bottom of his fist.
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All I saw was darkness except
for the glimpses of light coming through the cracks between Greg's
fingers. I smelled sweat and the scent of the barbells coming
from the giant hand around me. When the hand opened, I was inside
a pet cage, with a wooden frame and screen on all sides. The
cage had human furniture in it; a sofa, a book shelf that was
made of solid oak, a bed, and even a small toilet.
"I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR NEW
PLACE, KEN. I SHRUNK ALL THE FURNITURE IN IT JUST FOR YOU. UNFORTUNATELY,
I HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT HOW TO HOOK UP YOUR TOILET TO THE REST
OF THE HOUSE, SO I'LL HAVE TO EMPTY IT MANUALLY. I HOPE YOU DON'T
MIND" Greg said with a laugh. Not daring to say what was
on my mind, I just stood there quietly. Then, forgetting my size
my anger took over. "Fuck you Greg! I hate this place and
I'll never be happy here!" Greg again looked stern. "NOW
KEN, REMEMBER WHAT I SAID BEFORE". "Fuck what you said
before you asshole!"
Now I had gone too far. Greg
looked really angry. His hand started reaching down into the
cage. I ran to the back of the cage to get out of his way. Instead
of reaching for me, he reached for the oak bookshelf, lifting
it as though it were a paperweight. "APPARENTLY YOU HAVEN'T
REALIZED YET JUST HOW MUCH I CAN HURT YOU." Greg said in
a reserved tone. Then with a quick squeeze of his hand, the bookshelf
was crushed into several pieces. My stomach churned with nausea
as I realized how easily he had destroyed this piece of solid
oak furniture that was basically indestructible to me. "NOW,
DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER?" Greg asked. "Yes Greg"
I answered.
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Greg had left the room after
the bookshelf incident, and left me in my cage to ponder my new
surrounding. It's true I had feelings for Greg, and quite honestly
I was getting a hard on from this whole experience. However,
I still did not want to spend the rest of my life as his plaything.
Unfortunately, I didn't have much choice.
I heard footsteps, and then peering
in the top of my cage again was Greg. He was smiling and seemed
to be in a better mood now. "HEY BUDDY, I'M SORRY WE HAD
A DISAGREEMENT. IT HAPPENS TO ALL FRIENDS THOUGH, RIGHT?"
"Yeah, I guess it does Greg".
"WELL, IT'S ALL HISTORY
NOW. I'M GONNA RELAX AND WATCH SOME TV AND I WANT YOU TO DO ME
A FAVOR" Greg said. "What's that?" I asked. Without
answering, Greg reached down and once again his sweaty hand engulfed
me. Again, my reflexes made me struggle, but I was no match for
his hand. "DON'T STRUGGLE KEN, YOU'LL USE UP ALL YOUR ENERGY."
Greg said with concern and sternness.
Greg's hand opened and I was
set on the coffee table in front of his couch. Without speaking,
Greg reached down and unlaced his crosstrainers. He then leaned
back and placed his size 12 socked feet on the coffee table in
front of me. "I'M A LITTLE ACHY AFTER THAT WORKOUT KEN.
I NEED A FOOT MASSAGE BAD." I stood there looking at Greg
like he must be crazy. He got that now-familiar stern look on
his face. "NOW KEN".
I knew he meant business, so
I walked up to the huge sweaty feet and started rubbing with
all my strength. They were still soaked with sweat, and the smell
of leather and sweat was overpowering. Greg flexed his toes as
I rubbed, popping his knuckles repeatedly. "TAKE MY SOCKS
OFF" he commanded. I walked up to the ankle of his right
foot, pulling the top of the sock as hard as I could. It would
barely budge. Greg looked down at me with that reassuring smile
of his, "I FORGOT HOW BIG THOSE SOCKS ARE TO YOU BUDDY.
LET ME HELP YOU". He reached down and pulled the socks off,
accidentally knocking me over with his hand not realizing his
strength. "NOW, THATS BETTER" he said as he leaned
back again, flexing and wiggling his toes. The smell was actually
stronger without the socks. Greg's soles were wrinkled and orangy-colored
with patches of white where the sweat was soaked in. Standing
at the side of his foot, I noticed little patches of hair on
his toes as they slowly wiggled back and forth. I went back to
massaging his feet with all my strength, and noticed that Greg
had pulled out his huge cock and was slowly stroking it. At that
time, I also noticed that I had a hard on, partly from seeing
Greg stroke himself, and partly from the fact that this giant
had me powerless at his sweaty feet. I had always thought feet
were a turn on, but never realized just how much until now. I
climbed up on the top of Greg's feet, massaging each toe and
cleaning out the lint from between them. After about 20 minutes
of non-stop massaging, I heard Greg moan in ecstasy as he shot
his load with the intensity of a geyser. "WOW KEN, THIS
WHOLE SITUATION TURNS ME ON. YOU'RE ALL MINE PAL. DID YOU LIKE
MAKING YOUR MASTER'S FEET FEEL GOOD?"
Knowing what my answer had better
be, I said "Yes Greg". The funny thing about was that
I actually meant it, at least partly.
"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES BUDDY.
NOW." Greg commanded. Knowing that he would do it for me
(possibly painfully) if I didn't comply, I quickly slipped off
my workout clothes. Greg must have noticed my hard on.
"I SEE YOU DID ENJOY MY
FEET" Greg said with an evil grin on his face. "NOW
LET ME HELP YOU OUT IN RETURN BUD".
Greg then reached down and put
his fingers around me again, bringing me up to his face. I was
frightened every time he picked me up, but the fear made my hard
on even more apparent. Greg opened his hand up, me sitting in
his palm. He then brought me and his hand up to his mouth. I
began to tremble with fear thinking he might put me in his mouth
or something. Instead he stuck out his tongue and gently licked
and sucked my tiny rod until I followed his lead by shooting
like a geyser. Although my load of cum was insignificant to someone
the size of Greg, it must have been the biggest I've ever shot.
"I THINK WE BOTH NEED A
REST KEN" Greg said as he brought my cage over to the coffee
table. "IN YOU GO BUD. WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A LITTLE NAP".
Greg then locked my cage. Exausted, I fell on my new bed. As
I drifted on to sleep, I noticed Greg's feet propped up on either
side of my cage, his toes slowly wiggling as he himself nodded
off.
Such was my first day as Greg's
new Pet.
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