by Ken
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I awoke the next morning thinking about the incredible dream I had just had.
My workout buddy had shrunk me down to 6" tall, keeping me as a pet in a small guilded cage. Suddenly, I leaped out of my bed, noticing the bars of metal on each side of my room. My pulse jumped as I realized that either I was still asleep or my dream had not been a dream after all. I walked to the edge of my "room", and noticed a giant digital clock sitting outside. Reality set in, and it was apparent that what I had thought (or hoped) was a dream wasn't. Just past the alarm clock was a bed which was the size of 5 football fields. I looked around the room for my captor, but saw no sign of Greg. It was 9:30 according to the clock, so Greg had probably gone for a run as he normally did at this time. There was not too much I could do but sit and wait.
After about half an hour of contemplating my situation, I heard a noise -- the front door opening and shutting. Again, my pulse soared. What was Greg going to do to me? Was he going to restore me to my rightful size or would he keep me as his small, helpless pet? If he got angry with me would he crush me like he had the bookshelf the day before? My mind raced, but I was not in a position to do anything but wait.
Finally the door to Greg's room swayed open. In walked Greg in his tank-top and running shorts, his close cropped red hair and lean, muscular body dripping with sweat. Just as I had suspected, he had been out for his morning run. Immediately he walked over to my cage, bent down and peered in through the front door of the cage. Out of reflex, I ran to the back of the cage,frightened at the guargantuan man.
"GOOD MORNING KEN, HOW'D YOU SLEEP" Greg asked with his trademark, reassuring smile. I was pressed against the back of the cage, too frightened to say a word. "WHAT'S THE MATTER, CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE"? he said with a chuckle.
Catching my snap slightly, I was able to get a few words out. "I, uh, I slept fine."
"GOOD, I'M GLAD. I CAN TELL YOU ARE STILL A LITTLE FRIGHTENED, BUT IT'S ONLY ME KEN. I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU. IN FACT, IINTEND TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU." At that point, Greg's had started unlatching the hook on my cage door, and in came his massive hand. As his hand came closer to me, I pressed even harder against the back of the cage. Greg's hand gently held me against the back of the cage as he tipped it forward slightly so I fell into his massive palm. The hand closed around me, my face pressed against his sweaty palm. Although I kicked and screamed, his hand held me in a gentle but firm manner. "THAT A BOY. I'M NOT GONNA HURT YOU. JUST RELAX, IT'S ONLY ME" Greg said as he lifted me out of the cage. My legs were dangling and kicking through the bottom of Greg's fist, and I could feel Greg's other hand wrap around them and gently hold them still.
A few seconds later, the Greg's fist opened up; he had set me on top of his desk. A little disoriented, I looked around and saw a couple of giant books on the desk, along with a couple of pencils and pens. Soaked with sweat from his hand, I watched as Greg sat down at the desk looking at me with an understanding grin.
"KEN, YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN FELLA. JUST BECAUSE I'M BIGGER THAN YOU DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND. LIKE I SAID BEFORE, I'M GONNA TAKE REAL GOOD CARE OF YOU. IT'S GOING TO TAKE SOME TIME FOR YOU TO GET USED TO BEING MY PET, BUT YOU WILL."
Greg's understanding demeanor put me at ease. "I want to be back to my normal size." I said, hoping Greg's demeanor would sympathize with me enough to comply.
"I'M SURE YOU DO KEN, BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. YOU ARE MINE NOW, MY PET. I'M GOING TO HAVE FUN WITH YOU AND TAKE CARE OF YOU. AS LONG AS YOU OBEY ME, I THINK YOU'LL FIND ME TO BE A PRETTY LENIENT MASTER. IF NOT, WELL, I'LL HAVE TO
PUNISH YOU".
Once again, my pulse skyrocketed. "Punish me?" I asked.
"YES, PUNISH YOU. PUNISHMENT CAN COME IN DIFFERENT FORMS, WHETHER ITS A SPANKING, OR HAVING YOU DO PHYSICAL EXERCISE. I DON'T NECESSARILY WANT TO RUN THINGS LIKE A BOOT CAMP, BUT IF YOU DON'T OBEY THEN I MIGHT HAVE TO GET A LITTLE ROUGH. ALTHOUGH I WOULDN'T DO IT, I OBVIOUSLY COULD CRUSH YOU VERY EASILY. JUST REMEMBER THAT BEFORE YOU TRY TO DISOBEY ME."
Greg tapped the tip of fingers on the desk as he spoke to me, which made me realize even more vividly just how right he was.
"YOU WILL WORKOUT DAILY. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE SMALL DOESN'T MEAN YOU WON'T STAY IN SHAPE". At that moment, Greg took out a small workbench and a quarter, nickle, and dime out of the desk drawer and set it next to me. "I PROMISE TO SHRINK SOME REAL WEIGHTS FOR YOU AT SOME POINT, BUT FOR NOW THESE WILL HAVE TO DO. I BET YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE A SPOTTER THAT COULD SPOT YOU USING JUST HIS PINKY, DID YOU BUDDY?" Greg said with a smile.
All of this was starting to make me very frustrated. I'm a masculine, muscular guy who has always been very headstrong. I wasn't used to taking any orders. Forgetting my current position, I angrily said "I don't have to do jack shit, Greg. I mean, C'mon, this is ridiculous. You can take your quarters and nickels and shove them straight up your ass for all I care!".
Greg suddenly got a stern look on his face. It wasn't long before I realized that I needed to keep better control of my emotions. "I CAN SEE THAT I'M GOING TO HAVE TO BREAK YOU IN A BIT LITTLE MAN." Greg's hand slowly reached for me.
Although I backed away, he quickly caught me, holding me motionless in his hand. It was obvious to him that I was extremely scared at what might happen to me. Greg sat quietly, just staring at me with an angry look as I struggled in his hand. He then got up, taking me with him over to his bed. Still not talking, he laid down on the bed holding me in one hand and unlacing his running shoes with the other. He pulled off his shoes and socks and set me down near the foot of the bed. Then he laid back, crossing his huge feet and wiggling his toes slowly. Then he got that trademark, understanding smile on his face.
"KEN, IT'S APPARENTLY GOING TO TAKE YOU SOME TIME TO GET USED TO YOUR NEW LIFE, BUT YOU WILL. RIGHT NOW I WANT TO GET EVERY PIECE OF LINT FROM MY FEET AND IN BETWEEN MY TOES." I looked over at his feet; they were soaked with sweat, slightly orange in color with some white areas where the sweat had soaked into his skin. Lint from his socks covered almost every inch of his feet.
"Greg, I didn't mean to get angry!" I said, hoping for a reprieve.
Greg looked at me in a matter-of-fact way and said "YOU NEED TO LEARN TO BE A LITTLE MORE RESPECTFUL FELLA. I KNOW THIS IS A DIRTY JOB, BUT SOMEONE'S GOTTA DO IT." he said with a chuckle. "ITHINK THIS IS THE KIND OF CHORE THAT WILL HELP YOU LEARN YOUR PLACE A LITTLE QUICKER. NOW GET CLEANING."
At that point, I wasn't going to get myself in any more trouble. I walked over and started grabbing lint from the easy spots first. Greg continuously flexed his toes slowly as I worked on them. The smell was very strong, mainly just of sweat and a hint of odor. I climbed the top of his foot and stood on his ankle to get to the toes. He had small patches of hair on each toe, which I had grab onto sometimes to keep from falling. Greg watched me with a smile on his face as I did my job.
"LICK THEM AS YOU CLEAN LITTLE FELLA." Obviously, I wasn't going to be disobey. As I started licking the sweat off his feet, he pulled out his cock and started jacking. He was obviously getting into the power he had over me. Suddenly as he started jacking harder, he sandwiched me in between his soles, rubbing my face gently but holding me firmly. "DON'T WORRY KEN, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. I'M NOT GONNA CRUSH YOU. I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER ALL THE LINT, DIRT, AND SWEAT. I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER THE SMELL. WHENEVER YOU DISOBEY ME, YOU'RE GOING TO SPEND TIME AT MY FEET. NEXT TIME, IT'LL BE WITH WEEK OLD DIRTY SOCKS."
He continued jacking, and I myself had gotten a huge hard on even though I was pretty well motionless between his enormous pups. As Greg massaged my face with his sweaty toes, my hard on grew until it shot a major load without me even stroking it. Greg shot his load at about the same time which made the experience even hotter to me.
"GOOD JOB LITTLE MAN" Greg said as he gently released me from the grip of his toes and soles. "I KINDA LIKE IT WHEN YOU DISOBEY" he said with a chuckle. Actually, I kinda liked it myself, but would dare let him know. "I THINK YOU'VE LEARNED YOUR LESSON FOR NOW KEN".
Greg reached down and gently picked me up, lifting up my head with his index finger to make sure I was looking him the eye. "I'M GONNA GET YOU CLEANED UP NOW. TRY NOT TO MAKE ME ANGRY AGAIN LITTLE BUDDY. I CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU TO HAVE TO SPEND MY TIME PUNISHING YOU. UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, I understand" I replied. "GOOD." With that, Greg took me in the bathroom, removed my clothes, and cleaned me up in the sink. "AS SOON AS WE'RE FINISHED IN HERE, ITS TIME FOR YOUR FIRST WORKOUT IN GREG'S GYM..."
