“Very well, no box. I did appreciate the foot rub earlier, I’m sure we can find something else to do.”
Mark took a last drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.
“I hope you don’t mind if I get a little more comfortable, since you guys already are,” he laughed. The tiny men didn’t seem to find the joke as funny he noticed.
Mark stripped down to his boxers and tossed his clothes into the hamper near the door. He walked over to the shrunken men and wrapped his seemingly gargantuan fist around them. He grabbed his cigarettes with his other hand and made his way into the living room. He plopped down on the couch, and opened his hand revealing the shrinkees.
“TV is right where I left it,” he laughed.
Mark dumped the men out on his large, hairy belly, and started flipping through the channels. He glanced down to see them getting comfortable on the soft skin. It was definitely a site he could get used to.
He flipped through a few channels before finally stopping on Jeopardy.
“I always thought I was a smart guy, but this show always taught me otherwise,” he laughed. As he did his belly tumbled slightly shaking the tiny men.
“Whoops, sorry about that. Maybe the ol’ gut isn’t the safest place for you after all.”
Mark thought for a moment about where he could put his tiny gifts.
“Let’s try a few places and see what works best,” he grinned.
Mark reached down and picked up one of the little men and pushed him deep into his beard.
“You should be safe there,” he chuckled.
He grabbed the other five in his hand and reached down, depositing one between his big and second toe on his left foot, and another on his right.
“You know I enjoy a good massage,” he chuckled.
He grabbed a fourth tiny and stuck him deep in his belly button.
“Clean it our while you’re in there. Same goes for you in my beard, toss out any crumbs or fuzz.”
He took a fifth man and stuck him in the big patch of fur in the middle of his chest. This left him with the last tiny, the one who had been the mouthpiece of the group.
Mark fished out a fresh cigarette and placed the tiny man on the butt. He put it between his lips and pressed down on the little man while lighting the cigarette. He then let it dangle between his lips.
Mark tried to take in everything he was feeling. The little man on his Marlboro, the cleaning of his beard and belly button, the two men squirming between his toes, and another tiny stuck in his chest fuzz. He felt like a king.
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