by Ken Part One
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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.
