Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
My step-dad is having his weekly poker night in his tinkering room. He builds all kinds of weird things in there. He’s been begging me to hang out with him in there so we could bond, but I don’t care about all the weird science things he messes with. Mom is gone for the weekend, and I can hear his ***** friends laughing and joking as they play their stupid card game.
All of a sudden, the power throughout the whole house flickers and goes out. At the same time, the noise from the tinkering room goes silent. After a few seconds, I hear the backup generator roar to life, and a few lights come back on. When the sounds of grown men playing their games don’t start back up, I wander down the hall to find out what happened.
Tinkering Trio
I’m only wearing a pair of lil pj shorts that ride up my ass and would make any straight man swell in his pants, with a lil crop top tank top. I slip across the hall and find no one in the tinkering room. “Hello?” I call out. The cards are still on the table, and drinks are strewn about. It looks like Dad and his friends just disappeared. But then I see two piles of clothing on the chairs around the table and slowly tiptoe over to pluck up the clothing and shake them out.
I don’t see the shrunken man drop at first. I have his shirt pinched in one manicured hand, and I lift his pants with the other. That’s when he tumbles out unknowingly. “What the fuck?” I mumble to myself. “Did they go streaking?” A spark kicks off on the tinkering bench, and I see a can of spilled beer. And another pile of clothing just before it. “Oh fuck.” I gasp and look down, seeing John scrambling to sit up in the little folding chair Dad brings up here for his poker nights. “What did you guys do?!” My voice booms as my giant body shadows over John’s chair, and I drop his clothing. “Are all of you this fucked?” I gently use my palm like a flash wall to herd John, who is now two inches tall, off the edge of the chair into my other hand. Almost scared to squish him (for now) if I pluck him up like I did his pants. He falls off balance like he’s riding a crazy fast elevator as I lift him to my face and whistle. “Mmmm, where are your friends, humm?”
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
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