TV will rot your brain if you don't pay attention
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
tier-fett
Close call....
You watch them leave, your mom and your cousin. The door closes. "Few" you breath out. Heading over to the couch again you flip the remote. The TV turns back on and you are faced with the younger image of Pamila Anderson in a tight red bathing suit. Baywatch!...
You lean back. Besides having gorgious women it wasn't bad as a kind of brain dead show. Modern drama was so much more complicated this you could follow in you sleep.
As you lay back and enjoy the simple plot you get a minor stiffer in your pants. You look down at yourself. It isn't too bad. Experience has taught you that this kind of minor excitment will only cause a slow change in size...you look around. "Hey, is anyone at home?" you call out. No answer. Mom was still gone...Jessica wasn't around...safe.
You lean back and don't worry about it.
About an hour goes by and you mindlesly change channels and watch the Bunny Ranch show and Girls Next Door, the glorry of Satilite Dishes. You don't watch porn, that's just dangerous. Before to long your shirt was about 3 sizes too big so you shuffle around so one arm is coming out of the neck and it gets more comfortable. You hold the remote with both hands because its so heavy then realize something isn't right. You look at yourself. "Shoot" you say to yourslef. You were about 2 and half feet tall. You were swimming in your own shirt and your pants had swollowed you. With a little adjusting your shoes came off and fell to the floor. You cursed your absentmindedness.
It was just then the worst thing could have happened...you heard the front door open...
You turn around eyes wide but can't see down the hall from the couch. Instantly you grab up the remote with your hands and try to hit the POWER button but it isn't working...foot steps are coming this way...
You watch them leave, your mom and your cousin. The door closes. "Few" you breath out. Heading over to the couch again you flip the remote. The TV turns back on and you are faced with the younger image of Pamila Anderson in a tight red bathing suit. Baywatch!...
You lean back. Besides having gorgious women it wasn't bad as a kind of brain dead show. Modern drama was so much more complicated this you could follow in you sleep.
As you lay back and enjoy the simple plot you get a minor stiffer in your pants. You look down at yourself. It isn't too bad. Experience has taught you that this kind of minor excitment will only cause a slow change in size...you look around. "Hey, is anyone at home?" you call out. No answer. Mom was still gone...Jessica wasn't around...safe.
You lean back and don't worry about it.
About an hour goes by and you mindlesly change channels and watch the Bunny Ranch show and Girls Next Door, the glorry of Satilite Dishes. You don't watch porn, that's just dangerous. Before to long your shirt was about 3 sizes too big so you shuffle around so one arm is coming out of the neck and it gets more comfortable. You hold the remote with both hands because its so heavy then realize something isn't right. You look at yourself. "Shoot" you say to yourslef. You were about 2 and half feet tall. You were swimming in your own shirt and your pants had swollowed you. With a little adjusting your shoes came off and fell to the floor. You cursed your absentmindedness.
It was just then the worst thing could have happened...you heard the front door open...
You turn around eyes wide but can't see down the hall from the couch. Instantly you grab up the remote with your hands and try to hit the POWER button but it isn't working...foot steps are coming this way...
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