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You shrink and end up around a friend or two.

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Chapter #6

Just an itch

    by: RoVe Author IconMail Icon
"oops, sorry little bro. Forgot you were in there. But had an itch to scratch. Told you it wouldn't be pretty." His hand slides back out and the zipper closes up again locking you in once more. You feel he starts to move and walking up the stairs. At least the workout is done. So he will get you out soon enough.

You were wrong of course. Yes, the workout was over, but for some reason Tim just goes about his business, you hear him blend a shake. And he walks outside, sitting down in the sun sipping his shake as he usually does after his workout. The sun in burning down on him and it gets even hotter inside the shorts. The moment you feel like just a cured piece of meat in his pocket he gets up and walks back in. Next he's gonna shower, you know his routine by heart. And fair enough he drops his shorts, and steps out of them. He picks them up and you are sent flying with them. "You just hold out a little longer, while I take a quick shower. At least this way you won't get in trouble. And he drops the shorts somewhere and walks off.

At least you can crawl towards the zipper, but at your size it's impossible to open the pocket. You are stuck in this sweaty prison until Tim comes to rescue you. After a while you hear him stumbling around and a while later he picks up the shorts and the zipper opens. His finger slide in and pull you out. You gasp as you finally breath some fresh air. "Wow, guess we finally did get to workout together like you always promised." Tim says grinning. "So figures out what's going on and how to fix it. I haven't a clue." You sigh, "sorry, kinda preoccupied with staying alive and being scared to death." Tim chuckles "I see, well guess we should probably start with googling. But not right now. I promised some friends I'd hang out." He looks at you. "But I can't leave you here, or risk losing you. And these pants have no zipper pockets." He thinks, "so you should either slip into my sock. Or seeing as you've met my balls earlier, I could just shove you under there. At least they are clean now.

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