Alphas feet

Picture source: @alpha-malefeet

Jay looked up at his two giant gym bros. He previous apartment building was being closed down and everyone had to move. He was desperate to find a place to live soon. He had asked his gym bros Tanner and Grayson if he could live with them for a little bit if they had a spare room for him. They had agreed that there was one spare room. At first he had doubts since he had been to their place before. It was a two bedroom apartment when he last remembered, but they told him there was a spare room. He thought that the second room would be where he would sleep and they would share the other room. He was in shock when Tanner was using one room and Grayson was using the other room. He wanted to know where the spare bedroom was at. He soon found out and wasn't too happy about it.

"This isn't a spare bedroom. It's a small cage." Jay said looking at their giant feet that look massive in comparison to his size. "You said you had a spare room for me. Not this." He continued to complain about his new dwelling.

"Well, we didn't specify the spare bedroom, but technically it is a spare bedroom for you." Grayson smirked looking down at their tiny gym bro. They had shrunken him down to 4" for him to fit into the small cage and still have plenty of space. Yet, he would not be able to get out unless one of them let him out. "You kind of look cute in there." He laughed.

"This isn't funny," Jay said back. I need an actual bedroom, not a cage." He added more complaints.

"Well, you can't have my room." Tanner told him.

"Nor can you have my room either." Grayson commented on Tanner's comment.

"You were desperate for a place to stay, and we provided." Tanner explained. "And at your size you have plenty of space in there. Our feet look giant to you, I bet." He laughed a little, looking at tiny Jay who used to be the same size as them. He found it slightly amusing to see a tall 6'2" jock reduced to the size of 4".

"Still not funny." Jay paused. "Yes, I needed a place to stay, but don't you think something better would do." He paused again. "I could sleep in your living room temporarily." He suggested, hoping they would let him out of the cage and make him normal size again.

"I think this is better." Tanner counter suggested. "It's like your own little apartment in there without taking up too much space." He added a smirk. "Besides, we need to discuss how you will pay your rent. Your little apartment is going to be free for you."

"What do you mean by rent? Who pays rent in a cage?!" He sounded a little confused about the matter.

"Your rent won't be money." Grayson contributed to the conversation, also smirking. "I was thinking of worshipping the feet of the ones you owe for providing you a place to stay. What do you think, Tanner?"

"I think that is a great idea." Tanner paused smirking with delight. "A tiny 4" jock worshipping our feet every day sounds good to me."

"NOT TO ME!" Jay screamed. "We are gym bros. No way I am worshipping your feet." He spoke defiantly.

"I think it is a reasonable way to pay your rent." Tanner spoke, seeing the defiance in Jay's face.

"Not changing my mind." Jay refused again.

"Don't pay your rent and this happens." Grayson said as he stomped his foot on the floor by the cage.

The floor slightly shook and Jay felt it. Both of their feet are massive in comparison. One foot could completely crush him. "Okay, I will pay my rent." He finally relented, seeing his gym bros had him in a position he had no choice.

"Good." Tanner said as he opened the cage door and grabbed Jay from the cage. He placed him before their feet on the floor. "Start worshipping little man. You start paying your rent today." He laughed.

Jay approached the two pairs of giant feet. He began to kiss their toes and do his best to massage them. He could smell the strong odor coming from their feet. "When will I be normal size again?" He asked while worshipping Tanner's feet.

The morning light filtered through the cheap hotel curtains in that dingy downtown room, casting long shadows across the two queen beds. Alex and Jordan had been best friends since college—gym bros who pushed each other through heavy lifts, shared protein shakes, and crashed in the same room on every road trip. Last night had been no different: beers, dumb jokes, and passing out in their boxers after a late workout.

But when Alex stirred, something felt… wrong. His body ached in a way that wasn’t just from squats. He sat up—way up—and his head nearly brushed the ceiling fan. The room looked tiny. The bed creaked dangerously under his weight as he swung legs that were now tree-trunk thick down to the floor. He stared at his hands. Massive. Veined. Powerful.

“Jordan?” His voice boomed, deeper than before.

A tiny, muffled groan came from the other bed. Jordan rolled over, but instead of standing, he… climbed. The man who used to match Alex rep for rep in the gym was now barely two feet tall, his once-jacked physique shrunken into a perfectly proportioned, hyper-muscular little stud. His dark hair was tousled, his back still cut with deep ridges of muscle, but he looked like a living action figure.

“Holy shit,” Jordan squeaked, his voice high and breathless as he looked up—way up—at his friend. Alex had to be eight feet tall now, shirtless, his chest a wall of striated muscle, abs like cobblestones, and those gray sweatpants stretched obscenely over thighs thicker than Jordan’s entire torso. The drawstring hung loose, but the fabric clung to the heavy outline of a cock that had grown in perfect, terrifying proportion.

Alex’s heart hammered. He should’ve been panicking. Instead, heat flooded his groin as he stared down at his tiny buddy. “Dude… you’re so fucking small.”

Jordan’s face flushed. He stepped off the bed onto the carpet, craning his neck. From down here, Alex was a god—broad shoulders blocking the light, massive hands dangling at his sides, fingers thick enough to wrap around Jordan’s waist. Jordan’s own tiny cock twitched hard in his black boxer briefs. “And you’re… enormous. Fuck, look at you.”

The air thickened. Alex slowly stood, his head brushing the ceiling. The motion made his sweatpants slide lower on his hips, revealing the deep V of his obliques and the base of a thick, heavy shaft. Jordan walked forward until he was between Alex’s feet, staring straight up at the towering bulge.

“You’re hard,” Jordan whispered, voice shaky with arousal.

“Can’t help it,” Alex rumbled. He reached down, his huge hand engulfing Jordan’s entire upper body as he gently lifted him. Jordan gasped, legs dangling, but he didn’t fight it. Instead, he grabbed onto one thick finger, grinding his tiny erection against Alex’s palm.

Alex carried him over to the full-length mirror. The sight made them both groan. Alex’s reflection was obscene—eight feet of shredded muscle, veins popping, sweatpants tented like a circus tent. Tiny Jordan looked like a doll in his grip, muscular but helpless, his ass flexing as he squirmed.

“Put me down… against you,” Jordan begged.

Alex lowered him slowly until Jordan’s feet touched the waistband of those gray pants. The little man pressed his whole body against the massive cock straining beneath the fabric. It was thicker than his leg. Hot. Pulsing. Jordan moaned and rubbed himself up and down the length, arms wrapping as far as they could go around the shaft through the cloth.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alex growled. He peeled his sweatpants down with his free hand. His cock sprang out—eleven inches of thick, veiny meat, the head already slick. Jordan stared at it like it was a monument.

Jordan climbed. He used the ridges of Alex’s abs as handholds, scaling the giant’s body until he was straddling the base of that massive cock, his own tiny dick rubbing against the hot skin. Alex’s hand came up to support him, fingers cupping his ass and guiding him.

“Ride it,” Alex ordered, voice low and commanding.

Jordan did. He humped forward, grinding his entire body along the underside of Alex’s shaft, kissing and licking the pulsing vein that ran its length. Precum the size of his thumb leaked out, smearing across Jordan’s chest and abs as he worked. Alex stroked himself slowly with one hand, the motion sliding Jordan up and down like a toy.

“God, you’re so fucking tiny and perfect,” Alex panted. He lifted Jordan higher, pressing the little man’s face against his leaking slit. Jordan licked greedily, moaning as the salty fluid coated his tongue and chin.

Alex’s other hand moved behind Jordan, a single thick finger teasing between his firm little asscheeks. Jordan whimpered but pushed back, desperate. The finger—bigger than any cock he’d ever taken—pressed in slowly, stretching him open while he kept humping the giant dick in front of him.

They moved together like that, the giant and his shrunken buddy, lost in raw size difference lust. Alex’s breathing grew ragged. He lifted Jordan off his cock and brought him to his mouth, licking the little man’s entire torso with one broad stroke of his tongue, tasting sweat and precum. Jordan cried out, cumming hard across Alex’s lips in helpless spurts.

That pushed Alex over. He set Jordan back on his cock and stroked furiously. Rope after thick rope of cum erupted, painting Jordan’s chest, face, and hair, drenching him completely. The overflow splattered onto the carpet in heavy drops.

Panting, Alex lowered his spent little friend onto the bed, then collapsed beside him—careful not to crush him. Jordan lay there in a puddle of cum, grinning up at the ceiling-filling giant.

“So… round two after breakfast?” Jordan asked, voice hoarse.

Alex’s massive hand gently stroked down his tiny body. “We’re not leaving this room until we figure out how to make this permanent.”

Terry had agreed to meet for a weekend trip. He told Drey it was a business trip he was going in to meet for a prospective business deal. He arrived at a nice five bedroom home that was much smaller than his own big mansion. He parked. Kyle meet him at the front door. He could tell that Kyle was financially stable, but not as rich as him.

"Come on in," Kyle offered. Terry entered as Kyle closed the front door. Terry followed him to his living room. Sat on the couch and placed his shoed feet in the foot rest. "You know what you are here for, my foot sub. Get to it, remove my shoes and massage my socked feet." Kyle ordered him.

Terry knew this how they talked online, but in person felt more intense. He was a CEO of a thriving company, and yet he was being ordered to his knees at the feet of his sock Master like it was nothing. He got to his knees and removed his sock Master's shoes. He began to massage his feet. After about ten minutes, he was ordered to sniff Kyle's feet. He put his nose deep into the socks sniffing hard. He was memorize by the stong smell of his Master's socks. Next he was ordered to lick them. The taste was wonderful on his tongue. He enjoyed having his foot master order him at his feet. After a good hour and a half, Kyle ordered him to move the foot rest and lay on his back on the floor. He did as he was told. He saw two socked feet rest directly on his face. "Now lay still for the next few hours, you are my foot rest while I watch a movie or two," Kyle ordered. Here he is a big time CEO, yet he is being used for a foot stool. But he was loving every moment of it.

After that first weekend, every other month, Terry would meet up with his foot Master for a "business weekend." Every experience he got, he would crave more.

Several trips later, Terry arrived at Kyle's house. He was expecting the same routine, but saw that Kyle didn't have socks on this time. "We are going to do something different this trip. You see the reason I don't have socks on is that I plan to wear you this weekend." Kyle told him. This really confused him. How was his sock Master going to wear him as socks. Kyle came back in the living room with a TF ray device. "By the way,this is non-negotiable." Kyle added.

Kyle pointed the TF ray device at Terry and fired. It was only for a brief moment, but the effects happened almost immediately.

Terry saw the world become huge. His sock Master soon was giant size. His body morphed in on itself and turned to black cotton. Lastly the whole body spilt in two and formed a pair of black cotton socks. He was powerless as he felt himself being put on his sock Master's feet. Now all of his senses were extremely heightened. He now tasted his sock Master's foot. The foot odor was extremely intoxicating. Even being stepped on felt good even though it was very painful. The wiggling of his sock Master's toes drove him mentally mad. He didn't know being his sock Master's socks would make him feel this way. He really wanted more now. The whole weekend, his sock Master never took him off, but only to shower. He loved being worn while his master slept. After the weekend was over, his sock Master turned him back to normal. He thanked his sock Master for the experience by kissing his feet several times.

That was the start of his newfound time with his sock Master. One weekend out of the month, he had to spend the weekend on his sock Master's feet. Even though it was degrading, he would not have changed a single thing about it. He loved serving as his Master's socks.

Picture source: @frederic-fournel

Joe pulled up to his cousin's house. He took off his shoes and removed the sock on his left foot. He then extended his left foot towards his cousin Nick. "You know my payment." He smirked.

Nick hated having his cousin pick him up and take him places every time. It was always the same payment over and over. "Can we make another arrangement.? Like I can give you gas money at least once a week? Or pay for your lunch once or twice a week? Anything but this, please." He pleaded.

"it's not my fault your licence was suspended, and you need my help to take you places." Joe paused, slightly removing his left foot. "It's not my fault all the other cousins don't want to give you a ride because you never offer anything in return. So, what are your options?" He re-extended his foot barefoot back towards him.

"But you know how much I don't like feet, especially in my face." Nick tried to get out of paying his cousin in the manner he always expects.

"Your choice, it's the bus, taxi, or Uber, or me." Joe said, wiggling his toes in Nick's face. He knew exactly what he would decide. He was just waiting on him to admit defeat as always. The fact that Nick hated feet was the reason he chose this form of payment for driving him places. It was more fun having a personal foot slave to worship his feet, especially when it was the foot slave benefiting from getting a ride.

NIck knew his only free option, if you could call it free. He took hold of Joe's foot and began to sniff it starting at the toes down to the heel of his barefoot. He kissed and licked the sole of his foot, eventually sucking on his toes each one at a time. He then sniffed the right foot sock, kissing it. He thought he was finished after forty-five minutes of worshipping his cousin's feet. He then saw Joe hand him his sneakers. He hated that part because his sneakers always feel bad.

"You got to do it. It's my payment, foot slave." Joe reminded him with a smirk.

Nick took the sneakers and began to sniff them. Five minutes sniffing each one before handing them back to Joe.

Joe put is sock and sneakers back on. "Okay, you can get out now. See you in the morning foot slave." He snickered as he watched Nick get out of his car slightly disgusted on being a foot slave to his cousin's feet. "You know you secretly like it." He added.

I carried the groceries up and let myself in. I've had the code to this place since he moved in, and the key to the one before it. Sunday is when I come.

I put everything away where it belongs. Washed the fruit and veg, wiped down the counter, made a note of what was running low for next week.

He was still asleep.

We were roommates in college. He was on the rugby team. The room was always a mess and at some point it became mine to deal with. The dorm, the shared kitchen, the errands. Ten years ago.

I started on the cooking first as I had a full week worth of meals to prepare. I had the stove going before I touched anything else.

Started cleaning the living room while the first pot came to a boil. Surfaces, the shelf above the TV, the windows. Floor. Back to the kitchen, I checked the heat, stirred, started chopping the veggies. Seasoned, adjusted, set a timer.

He came out of the bedroom around ten. I heard his footsteps going to the bathroom.

He showered for around thirty minutes. When he came out he had a towel around his waist and didn't look at me. Opened the fridge, stood there for a moment, closed it. Pulled on a shirt in the doorway of his bedroom. He'd always been big. Chest, shoulders, arms. I kept my eyes on the counter.

He picked up his keys and left. The door closed and the flat went quiet.

I went to the bedroom. Stripped the bed, fresh sheets on, straightened, floor, surfaces. The bathroom after. Toilet bowl, the rim, the tank. Sink, taps, mirror. The tiles. His products wiped down and put back in order. His towels in the wash, fresh ones folded on the rail.

The laundry ran while I cooked. I went back and forth, checking temperatures, adjusting heat, portioning into containers, stacking them by the day. Hoovered the bedroom, the hallway, the living room again once it was fully dry. Mopped after. Went back to the kitchen to start the next batch.

He'd figured it out in college. Third or fourth month in. He came back from training, dropped on the couch, feet up on the table like he always did. I was folding the laundry while eyeing his feet. He clocked it. Things got different after.

It started with the dorm. The cleaning, the errands. After graduation we lived together for another year. Then he moved for work. Different city, different flat. I thought that would be it. He texted me two weeks later with his new address. Sundays became standard.

The food was done by early evening. Boxed by meal, stacked in the fridge, labeled by day. I scrubbed the hob, the oven, inside the microwave. Cleaned the sink, dried every surface. Dishes washed and put away. Bin out, new bag in. I went through the flat once more. Checked the bathroom, straightened the bedroom doorway.

I was wiping down the kitchen counter when I heard his key in the door.

He came in and dropped his jacket on the hook. Went to the fridge, opened it, looked at the containers stacked by day. Stood there for a moment. Closed it. He moved to the living room without saying anything.

I finished the counter. Rinsed the cloth, wrung it out, folded it over the tap. Took a breath.

Then I went to him.

He was in the armchair, arms crossed, one leg resting over the other. He didn't look up.

I lowered myself to my knees.

"Done, Master."

He didn't move for a moment.

Then he shifted his leg and extended his foot toward me. Sole forward. His feet were huge. Wide at the ball, dry at the heel, the arch deep. Long toes, the second stretching just past the first.

I put out my tongue.

Heel to toe. One slow lick. The skin was warm and dry. He didn't move, didn't make a sound. His leg stayed exactly where it was.

Then he pulled back.

He reached for his phone. I stayed on my knees for a moment, then stood. Picked up my bag from the hallway. Let myself out.

Your friend Jason has the most stinky feet you ever smelled. When you took the courage to confess your foot fetish to him, asking him if you could rub and smell his feet he laughed a lot and said he could do something even better for you. He came back from another room and gave you a strange pill which can, according to him, turn you into the thing you wish last, with the effect lasting for 3 days. « Dude, you should wish to be 1 ft tall, a tiny man, at this size you really going to enjoy my feet hahaha ». You hesitate … after all Jason can be a bit crazy, who knows what he could do to you at this size…

« Bro, don’t worry, just wish you’re invincible too, so that at least if I crush you by mistake you’ll survive hahaha »

You hesitate but gets more convinced now… your horny mind takes over and you follow his idea.

The effect of the pill makes you faint. When you wake up, the first thing you smell is the smell of Jason’s feet hitting you like a truck. You realise where you are now… the dirty damp fabric… the faint leather smell… you are…in his…SHOE?! You hear the booming sound of steps. And you see him. Jason is gigantic. You are naked, tiny, in his shoe, with a raging boner you try to hide from him. He smirks.

He lifts his bare foot above the shoe: the smell is so strong, intoxicating. He presses his enormous toes on you. It’s just too much, even for you, you want to get out, it’s getting dangerous…

so you beg him… but he doesn’t seem to care.

« Jason please, turn me back! »

He replies with a smirk « oh there is no turning back, little Nick. Oh, and by the way …I lied about the three days limit, it’s your new size for the rest of your life now. Sorry hahaha… But at least you’re invincible so no worries »

Nathan couldn't believe that his ruse had worked! He had talked the dorm's RA into letting him to the dorm room that Chad and Thad shared. The two jocks weren't related biologically, but they were both dumb jock bros who were barely passing any classes and only remained at college because they were star players on the football team. The twinky nerdy Nathan had a crush on the two jocks, but even if they were gay or bi, which was highly unlikely, they probably wouldn't go for someone like him. Nathan was ostensibly there to tutor the two jocks, which was why the RA had let him in so easily.

However, the real reason Nathan was in their dorm room was so that he could sniff the jocks' dirty clothes. As he had expected, the two of them didn't do laundry often, and so a plethora of dirty clothes remained scattered around the dorm room floor. It did take a minute or so of searching, but eventually Nathan found two pairs of jocks from two separate piles, so he assumed that he had one of Chad's and one of Thad's. He had made sure to lock the door after he was let in, so he took out his cock and began stroking it as he huffed the dirty and musky jockstraps.

As he moaned and groaned in ecstasy from sniffing those dirty musky jocks, the jocks that normally wore them opened their dorm room door. Of course they had locked it when they had left for practice, so that wasn't strange, but what was strange was the rando in their room half-naked and huffing their dirty musky jockstraps.

"Hey, bro, what the fuck!?" Chad screamed.

"Yeah, bro, what the fuck are ya doing!?" Thad added.

"Oh, well, uh, I can explain!" Nathan blurted out, trying desperately to come up with an explanation that made a lick of sense.

"Yeah, we know what you're doing, fag," Chad noted.

"And we don't like fags like you sneaking into our dorm room and getting off on our dirty clothes, isn't that right, Chad?" Thad asked.

"That's right, Thad, and I think this nerdy fag here needs to be punished." Nathan was a bit conflicted in the moment, having pulled up his pants and underwear but still trapped in the room with the two jocks. What they had in store in him just might turn him on even more and lead to a never-ending cycle of humiliation. What the jocks did next shocked Nathan a little bit, though, as Thad, the one in the red shorts, gave Nathan a bearhug, holding him firmly in place as Chad went over to one of the closets in the room. Nathan could smell the musk wafting from Thad's pits and the rest of his body, and he tried pretty hard to get his boner to subside.

Chad rifled around at the bottom of the closet, seemingly unlocking a false bottom. Nathan was a bit shocked when Chad presented a vial filled with a red bubbling liquid to him.

"I bet you don't know what this is, huh, don't ya, ya nerd?" Nathan shook his head in agreement, in that he didn't know why a jock like Chad would be hiding some chemistry equipment in their room. "Well, it's a secret formula that I had a nerd like you make for us in case there was ever another one who wanted to sniff our dirty jocks or do something else with us, isn't that right, Thad?"

"Yeah, Chad, we've kept the formula hidden for a few weeks now, but you were the first unlucky bastard to try to pull one over on us, so we're gonna have some fun with you. Open up, nerd!" The two jocks chuckled as Thad continued the bearhug, leaving no room for Nathan to struggle or try to escape. Meanwhile, Chad plugged Nathan's nose shut, and the nerdy twink eventually had to open his mouth to breathe. When that happened, about thirty seconds later, Chad seized the opportunity and poured the entire contents of the vial down Nathan's throat. The changes as a result of whatever in the vial started to happen quite quickly.

Nathan felt himself getting smaller and smaller, even as the pressure Thad was giving as part of the bearhug was seemingly getting stronger and stronger. Eventually, Nathan was able to sneak out of the bearhug, but then immediately tripped over himself, his clothes seemingly the same size as before and not changing to match Nathan's new frame. As he tried to get to his feet again, he found it more and more difficult to do as the world around him was seemingly getting bigger and bigger by the second. It was then that it finally clicked for the nerd, and an extremely high-pitched voice due to his new size, he yelled at the two jocks.

"Why the fuck are you shrinking me, guys!? I don't want to be some little person! We can work this out! I can actually tutor you, do your homework, anything else you want me to do, just make me big again!" As Nathan said that, he was getting smaller and smaller with every word, eventually falling through one of his pant legs and onto the ground. He wasn't microscopic by any means, but he hoped that he was small enough to evade capture by the jocks and escape. Unfortunately for Nathan, he had just about finished shrinking by the time he got to the door, and he found that he was just too big, ironically, to sneak out under the door frame, even if he was on his stomach. Chad, who had taken off his shirt alongside Thad, and was wearing some black shorts, then picked up the tiny and shrunken Nathan and placed him on the desk that they had in the dorm room.

"We're gonna have so much fun with you!" Chad chuckled.

"Yes, Chad, that's right, bro. You know, I've always fantasized about a chick being this side and playing with my body. I guess a dude isn't as bad, but we're definitely the ones in control, aren't we, Chad?"

"Yeah, Thad, we're gonna make this nerd here into our lil' bitch!" Both jocks laughed at the pun while Nathan was freaking the fuck out. He hoped that the two jocks weren't into vore/cannibalism or even sounding. Those two would just be going too far, and while Nathan didn't express that to the two jocks, Thad and Chad secretly agreed with him. They were going to have some fun with the pocket-sized Nathan in some other ways. They began by pulling down their shorts and underwear and freeing their cocks.

Both jocks, unsurprisingly, had monster cocks which were quickly getting hard in anticipation of having fun with Nathan. Their cocks were now bigger than Nathan was once they got fully hard, even though they were both around eight inches long with a sizable amount of girth to them as well. Chad picked up Nathan and then placed him on his shaft. Nathan would have been pretty turned on by this if he didn't realize what was going to happen next. Chad then began stroking his dick, as well as Nathan.

Nathan was rubbed up and down Chad's shaft, quickly being covered in dick sweat and grease. His own extremely tiny dick was getting hard as well, but the pleasure was much more geared towards Chad, who was enjoying the very unorthodox sex toy. Surprisingly, Nathan wasn't injured at all by being constantly rubbed against two different sets of skin, although he did get quite greasy by the time that he switched over to Thad's cock. The same thing happened, although it was a bit smoother now that he had all of that dick grease on him. Thad was a bit rougher while jerking off, but still no injuries to Nathan as the jocks had their way with him.

A few minutes later, Thad was a bit closer to cumming but had tired of his new sex toy already. "What are we gonna do with him next?" he asked Chad, holding Nathan securely in his palm.

"Hmm, I think I have a plan!" Chad chuckled, as he looked around the room for a box or container or something similar. He soon found an Amazon box that had been opened already in the mess of a room and placed Nathan inside of it. The box was big enough and Nathan was so small enough that he couldn't escape from the box easily, and even when Chad rotated it 90 degrees or so, there still wasn't enough room on the sides for Nathan to sneak out. Thad was a bit puzzled by what his bro had in mind, but it wasn't too long before Chad let out a long thick juicy protein fart.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

The noxious fumes washed over Nathan and invaded his nostrils as he was getting hotboxxed in a literal box. Thankfully for him, Chad couldn't fart on command, but the humiliation of the fart would be with him for quite some time. However, he had neglected to anticipate that Thad also needed to fart pretty soon too, and with a delicate maneuver, Chad transferred the box over to behind Thad's ass seconds before the jock let one rip.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRR!

Somehow, the noxious fumes from Thad's fart were even worse than Chad's. After letting Nathan stew in the fumes for a few more minutes, Chad removed the box from Thad's ass and placed Nathan back on the desk again.

"What other sick and perverted things do you have planned for me!?" Nathan asked, screaming his question in hopes that the jocks would hear him. His voice was extremely high-pitched now but just low enough that the jocks could still hear him and respond.

"Well, I'm sure we can come up with some more sick and perverted things to do with you, but it's about time to introduce you to your new friend," Chad noted.

"Oh yeah, that will be a fun time, and it'll give us even more time to come up with new ways to have fun with you guys!"

"You guys!?" Nathan thought to himself. "Did they already shrink down someone else?" His worst fears were confirmed when he was picked up and taken over to the closet, which had a drawer on the bottom. It was mostly empty, with some water in a bowl and a bowl full of human food on one side and two other shrunken-down males on the other side. Nathan was dropped inside, not enough to cause any lasting injury but to further add to his humiliation.