All in the Family

I am not like any of my three brothers. Second to youngest,  I am not into sports nor am I very outgoing. I pretty much keep to myself. I like messing with science stuff. Chemicals, things like that.
One day I was home alone and messing with some chemicals. I muttered to myself as I worked, "A little of this, a little of that.." 
Unfortunately I wasn’t following a book or anything so I had no idea what I was putting together. If only I had known what was to come I would have paid more attention.
I had a large flask and was playing with some silly putty. Over the soft plastic-like blob I poured yet another ingredient to see if I could change the consistency of it.  As the new chemical came into contact with the putty it gave off a green vapour which quickly poured from the flask. I stepped back trying not  to inhale any of it but I could only go so far as my back was against the wall.
The room filled with the mist. I ran for the window and threw it open.  Feeling dizzy I sat on my bed. My eyes teared and when I could finally focus I could tell something was wrong.
I wiped my eyes not believing what I was seeing. Everything was huge.
Wait, everything couldn't be huge, this meant I had shrunk. Damn, I shrank myself. Now what was I going to do ?
I worked my way to the edge of my bed and looked at the long way down. I had never liked heights.
I could see my sneakers below me that I took off earlier before my experiment. My hands slipped out from beneath me on the slippery comforter. Losing my grip I began to fall toward the floor and my sneaker.

With a thud I found myself inside my Nike high top looking up.
Something was strange though. I could not feel my legs. I looked down and to my surprise they were smooshed under me. It must have been the  silly putty I had in the flask.

It made me squishy!

I worked myself loose from the insole of my sneaker and began massaging the mess that was supposed to be my legs. After a minute they returned to normal.  It was fascinating and scary at the same time. Then reality hit and I realized I had to get out of there and figure out how to change back. Luckily one of my laces was turned into the sneaker and I used it as a rope to pull myself out. Standing next to it I never noticed just how big my feet really were. Now I knew what it must be like to be a bug.

I heard a noise coming from down stairs. It sounded like my little brother Billy. He was 12. We shared a room and I knew it would only be moments before he came into the room. As if on queue the door opened.
Wanting him to see me I jumped in front of him, forgetting that at my size of about 2 inches he probably was not going to see me.  Not only that but he damn near stepped on me. He sat on his bed and pulled off
his airwalks. They plummeted to the floor. I ran over in front of him and began jumping up and down yelling to him.
He spotted me and did a double take. "What the .?"
"Billy, it's me ! One of my experiments went bad and it shrank me, You have to help me."
His huge hand came down and snatched me from the floor.
"Cool, your tiny. I guess I'm not the little brother any more am I?" he laughed. I did not like the sound of that.
 "You have to help me get big again." I ordered.
After explaining what happened he looked at me funny and said, "You mean you are this small, no one else knows and your squishy ? Cool I just found a new toy !"
"Billy NO!"
"Quite squirt. I'm going skating and your going with me. I was going to change socks cuz these got wet at the park but why bother. You don't mind do ya, not that it matters."
He pealed off his long, white, wet sock and held me above it. "Later bro" he said and released me - letting me fall into his smelly, thick boy sock. Next thing I knew I saw his wrinkled toes coming at me then on me. I was trapped. I was about to spend the day as my little brothers toe jam like it or not...
I could hear him giggling from above. Billy's sweaty toes wiggling and wiggling then he stood up. The smell alone wanted to make me vomit, not to mention the thought of what could be happening next. He
walked around a bit and I became smooshed between his toes. Again from above I heard "Gotta go, little Bro! Timmy's waiting for me, I mean us, at the park. Time for my sneaker."

He sat down and put on one sneaker. Then he lifted the other, the one I was going to spend the rest of my day in.  His toes stiffened around me as they began to enter the dark shoe. Pressing down while sliding his foot in I was pressed thinner still. THUD! He was in. Billy toes fit in the sneaker nice and tight. We were off.

Bounding down the stairs of the house and out the front door it was like he did not know I was there. He spared no pressure of humility. 
The thought of being under my 12 year old brothers feet was odd. I had time, lots of it, to survey the situation as he continued to play with his friend. The pressing and pushing of his foot as he rode his skateboard through the park. I was under the foot he used to push off with to gain more speed. I could now taste the saltiness of the oozing perspiration. The smell of the socks he must have been wearing for days. I was pressing into the fabric and to his skin making the two one.
Damn, it was wretched in here.
After the passing of my mother, it just left my dad to take care of me and my 3 other brothers. None of them were too worried about doing wash. Pop just sent his stuff to the cleaners like my oldest brother.
There was no telling what I was in for next.
I lay for hours under his foot while he played. The hot summer sun beating down. Not only was there heat from Billy's feet but also rising from the macadam. It must have been over a hundred degrees in there.
It was getting late and pop would be home soon for dinner. Billy headed back.
Inside the house Billy took me to our room. He kicked off his skaters and pulled off his socks. I was pressed between his toes still.
Bending his foot to look at me there was a disgusted yet satisfied "EEIEWW" Then he pulled at me pealing me free. He laid me in the bed between his long hairless legs and watched.
I slowly pulled myself together and was now lying on my back looking up at him. He was smiling that innocent boyish grin. "What the fuck did you think you were doing , jerk face!" I protested getting to my
feet.
"Relax!" he replied pushing be back down with a flick of his finger.
Again I got up. "That was not funny. What did you think you were doing ?"
"I just wanted to see what it was like to be the BIG brother." He said.
"I'm your big brother and I never did that to you."
"Oh well." He said, "You better get used to it because it is gonna happen again. Maybe this time I will give ya to Chet. I'm sure he'd love to have you for a while. No telling what he'd do to ya."
There was a noise from down stairs. Pop was home and so were my brothers. It was time for dinner.
"Well I'm telling dad you are eating at Ben's tonight so he won't expect you for dinner. This way I can still play with you for a while." Then he picked up his sneakers again. "This time, no socks" Billy exclaimed. I am going to squish you under my toes all dinner long. Hope you like it." He said.
I was dropped in again. This time I rolled to the toe of his sneaker.
Forcing his foot back in over the already sweat soaked insole I clamoured to get out of the way to no avail. I was again trapped. He did as promised. All dinner long he pressed and released his toes.
Then wiggled and squished me down again. This time I had no fear though. A little disgust but no fear. It was strange. I began to like it. It was as thought the smell was making me drunk. The way I was positioned, my crotch heaved up between his toes when he pressed down. I was becoming excited. It felt good. Over the course of the dinner I must have came 4 or 5 times before it was all over.
I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up on Billy's stomach.
He is built like your typical 12 year old. I have seen his body thousands of time having to share a room with him. But it still does not relieve any anxiety of being my size and at his mercy. As I got myself together I realized he was playing with my leg. Pinching it between his fingers and watching it reshape.
"This is so cool" he said.  "I wonder what Chet will do to you when he gets you. I hope he doesn't mess you up too bad. I want to play with you again."
"Billy, listen you have to help me get back to the way I was."
"No I don't. See" he said as he pointed to where all my chemistry stuff WAS, but was no longer. He had packed it all away.
"You'll stay like this until we decide to change back."
For most of the rest of the night I was Billy's slave/toy. He would put me on the floor and make me run from him pretending to be a giant. Not that he wasn't one to me already, and then when he'd corner me he would slowly press his foot down on top of me. Squishing and giggling.  A few times he used me as an action figure and played with me with his other army guys. He even tied me up and used me as a speed bump for his remote controlled jeep.
Then Chet came home. Billy smiled in amusement with a devilish grin.
I did not like the looks of this....

Chet's a Cop. 24 years old. 6'2 inches and a hard bodied horny son of a bitch. Once he got his badge and uniform he thought he was Mr. Man.
He had more testosterone flowing through him than 10 normal men.
Billy and Chet had always gotten along really well. I think Chet thought of himself has Billys’ protector.
Still tied up Billy picked me up and shoved me in his front jeans pocket.  It was Chet, he was home.  Billy followed him into his room with an ear to ear smile. Chet mussed his hair and said "What's up short stuff?"
Billy replied, "Everything, depending on your point of view."
Chet agreed confusingly. "My feet are killing me." He said pulling off his big black boots, letting them thud onto the floor.
"You home for the night?" Billy asked.
"Nope, poker night with the guys, remember ?" Chet said.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot."
"I just stopped in to shower and change, then I'm off."
Billy asked "Before you leave, stop in my room will Ya? I might have something to show ya."
"Sure thing kid"
Chet headed for the shower, Billy headed back to our room.
He pulled me out of his pocket and held me in hand.  "Chet's playing poker with the guy's tonight, if you didn't already hear. I'm gonna give you to him before he leaves.  Hope you have fun."
I was begging not him not to give me to Chet when there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in ?" It was Chet.
"Sure"
He entered wearing his baggy jeans, and tank top, no shoes or socks. Sitting in the chair by the desk  he asked, "So what's this you have for me?"
"You know how you keep saying that Dan is a geek and just gets underfoot?" Billy asked.
"Yeah." Chet replied.
"Well he got underfoot a lot today. My foot. I squished him for hours and hours under my sweaty foot. Then I played with him for a while and now I want to give him to you."
Chet looked at him puzzled. "You have some imagination."
"No really, he was doing some experiment and it went bad. He shrunk, and he's squishy. Look." And he pulled me from his pocket and handed me to Chet.
I thought Billy's hand was big. It was nothing compared to Chets. "What the fuck ?!?!"
I looked up in horror as he moved his hand closer to his face to get a better look.
"Chet, dude, you gotta help me. Billy would not help me change back. He played with me all day like a toy. I'm not a toy. I'm your brother. You gotta help."
"Oh I'll help. Help myself to having some fun with you myself." He turned his attention to Billy. "You say he's squishy too?" Then his attention back to me. Suddenly his hands clapped together. I was pressed between them. He slowly pressed them tighter and tighter. I became flatter and flatter. He was listening for cracking or crunching of bones but there were none.
His hands opened to reveal my pancake shaped body. "This is awesome. Thanks Billy. This is gonna be fun. I'll take him with me and play with him later. But I gotta go. See Ya." Then up and out he went with me in one hand and his socks in the other.
In the kitchen he sat at the table on a chair and set me on the table. I was slowly returning to my normal shape. He slipped his feet into his socks. Then he looked at me. "Oh no you don't" he said and pounded me flat under his fist.

Then he picked up his boot and looked at me. "I was going to put you in here he said pointing to his black combat boot he wore to work,  but I've waited a long time to get my hands on you like this and that is exactly what I'm going to do."
He bent over and finished putting on his boots.  He stood up as I was changing shape again.
From his back pocket he pulled out a pair of his leather riding gloves. He put one on very slowly while he watched me watching him.
Once on he puled it tight then wiggled his fingers and laughed.
"Oh yeah, baby, This is gonna be good" He slid on the other, but before pulling this one tight and clipping the wrist snap he looked down at me.  There was a coffee cup in the table and he placed it on top of me, pressing me flat for the 4th time.
I was about the size of a ½ dollar.
Picking me up he slid me into the palm of his glove and THEN pulled it tight.
He literally had my life in the palm of his hand. His big, sweaty, leather clad hand.
I sort of liked it.  He clapped his hands together and we were off.
Off to the poker game. I could only guess what would happen to me there.
 We rode his bike to the game. His hands clenched on the handle bars of the bike. I was pressed into a crescent shape and beginning to smell like the leather glove I was encased in. How could my brother do this to me ? The longer we rode and the more he used his hands the more excited I got. So much so that I started getting off. Before I knew it I had cum all over the palm of his hand. Of course this meant
that it was all over me. Somehow I didn't much care. It made me anxious and I came a second time.
Shortly thereafter we were at the game. The bike stopped and Chet got off and as if speaking to no one announced "Little brother, you have no idea what's in store for you here." He headed for the door.
His friend Rick answered the door. Chet greeted him with a handshake. The hand I was in of course. The pressure of the grip led Chet to believe something was not right with me. He felt me slide in his grip. I slipped from my cum and slid towards his fingers. The other guys were there but Chet asked to use the bathroom.
"Sure you know where it is" Rick replied. In the bathroom Chet took off the glove. He was not happy at what I did. "You came in my glove you little shit" he said as he caught himself raising his voice. "You'll pay for that. I may have to make you part of the game."  He put his gloves in his back pocket and washed off his hand. I was slid into his front jeans pocket.
He headed out to the game.
His 3 other police buddies were there, all pretty butch and pumped.
You would never have guessed they were all gay even Chad. (I did not know until the game started)
Rick started dealing. Chet announced, "I got a little surprise you guys. Winner of each hand gets a little EXTRA treat but I'm not telling what it is until the winner of the first hand."
The guys each smiled as the thoughts rolled thru their buzz cut heads.
Even pressed in his pocket with his change and lint I knew what that meant. TROUBLE FOR ME.
The cards were dealt but no one seamed to like their hands. They all threw in a few cards and took their replacement. Smiles began to move across their faces.
Bill had nothing, Chet had 2 pair, Rick a straight (yeah right) and Glen a Royal Flush.
"Nice hand" Chet congratulated. "The pot is yours."
"What about the surprise ?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. Put out your hand." He instructed.
Glen did as instructed as Chet pulled me free and placed me in his friends hand. The sight of me startled him and he dropped me to the table. I was after all a squishy blob with a face, pretty much.

"Dude, what's that ? It moved."
"It's your surprise, my little brother. You know the pesky one I told you about. He shrank himself in a chemistry experiment gone bad and I thought he could add a little fun to the game. Oh yeah he is squishy too so you can't really hurt him no matter what you do to him.  I was thinking the winner of each hand gets to have him service them until the next hand.  What do ya think?"
Confused but apparently pleased they all anxiously jumped at the chance to have me, even if for a short time.
"So I can have him do anything I want?” Glen asked evilly.
"Yup."
"Great, my feet sure could use a massage" he announced untying his huge white chucks.
He placed me on the floor. "You can start on this one. I plan on winning a lot so I get a complete massage on both feet by the time this night is over."
I had returned to my normal shape to see the towering foot practically right on top of me. The smell was sickening. 10 times worse than any of my brother's shoes. He kept on his sock which was dripping with sweat. The touch of it put chills through me. As I reached to start the message, it rubbed against me over and over.
Soon I was smelling just like his foot. The game continued above.
Over the course of the night I was passed from player to player.
Forced to perform acts of pleasure for them, and torment for me.
Massaging feet, Pressed under toes, dropped into jocks, and my personal favourite was having tape wrapped around me to stabilize my form then shoved up this guys ass for 3 straight hands. He left my
feet free and would squeeze his ass cheeks together as the signal for me to wiggle my legs. This got him off.
It was about 2:00 am before the game was over and they discussed the added surprise that was me. They all were in agreement that they liked it and wanted me back again. One Guy even offered Chet $100 to have me for the weekend. Chet declined, thank goodness.
Good bye's were said and I was back in Chets glove. The ride home was speedy as he could not wait to get me home and all to himself. He did not do well tonight and only had me twice.
Up in his room he pulled off his glove and let me fall to the floor. 
He sat on the bed and looked at me as I began to reform. He had gotten undressed and was sitting naked on his bed. He stuck out his foot and rolled me under it. Back and forth, back and forth. Then he positioned my head between his toes and squeezed. Not saying a word he swung himself onto the bed and stretched out.
Then he spoke. "You little man will pleasure me starting right where you are at my feet and ending with a long, wet kiss here in my hot steamy mouth.  I want to taste what you are like after servicing my whole body." I was scared and did what I was told.
I pulled free from his toes and began rubbing his  size 12 ½ feet. He ordered me to lick them as well. His soles were thick and salty. Next were his legs, strong and hairy. I fell between his legs and it was like being in a cavern. I looked up to see him pull a magazine from under his bed. It was not a girly mag like I would have thought. It was one filled with guys. Big naked guys. His hand reached for his dick that had already began to fill with his warm blood. I neared his crotch. The musty smell was intoxicating. His balls hung down covered with hair. I used them to pull myself up to get a closer look. He pumped away on his meat as I continued climbing. He spied me as I pulled on his pubes.
"Want in on the action, huh?" he said and grabbed for me. I was captured in his fist then applied to his throbbing dick. The friction that made him hard was making me soft. Soft enough so that I was thinning upon the length of his cock. He began sweating as he closed in on orgasm. He quickly pealed me off and cupped me back in his hand and placed his hand over his piss slit just as he erupted. There were globbs of cum everywhere. His chest and torso heaved and he shot again and again. The hot goo encased me. He collapsed in satisfaction. His hand and me resting on his stomach. The slime that covered me caused me and it to ooze onto his abs. Chet looked at me and smiled.
"So you are good for something, imagine that." He chuckled as he dipped his finger into his juice and then into his mouth until gone.
I remained lying on his stomach for a few minutes.
"You did me proud little brother, I hope you do this well for Randy tomorrow."
"Please no, you can't. You have to help me change back."
"Sorry, no can do. Share and share alike, ya know. But you still haven’t finished with me yet. You still haven’t kissed me goodnight.”

I groaned as I got to my feet on his stomach. I leaped from ab to ab until I was just below his bulging pecs. I walked up between them stopping just before his neck. Chet wasn’t watching me, his eyes were closed but I knew he wasn’t asleep.

Stepping onto his adam’s apple I reached up and grabbed his chin, pulling myself up onto it.

I couldn’t stand up straight on his chin, I had to remain on my knees. His lips were right in front of me and I leaned down to kiss them. Just as my lips touched his, they parted. I had overbalanced and I shrieked as I fell forward into his mouth. His tongue stopped me from falling straight down his throat.

It pressed me up into the roof of his mouth. As it pressed harder, I was pressed flatter. Chet must have sat up from the feeling around me. When he let go of his tongue, I stayed against the roof of his mouth. He pushed and prodded at me with his tongue until I came free. He swirled me around his saliva, pushing me into a rough ball shape. I felt his mouth tense up and I was suddenly flying as he spat me out into his hand.

With a loud smack, his other hand slapped down, squashing me flat.

“Now what to do with you til morning. Hum? I liked what Jake did to you tonight, but I don’t have any tape. Maybe you’ll go up there without it.” I knew what he meant as soon as he mentioned the tape.

If I had been able to I would have struggled to be free but a shapeless blob doesn’t struggle very well. He picked me up between thumb and forefinger and lowered his hand towards his arse.

I was about the size and texture of used chewing gum as he pressed me up against his ring. His thumb pressed on me and I started to squeeze inside him. He pushed me about half way in and then decided that he liked the feeling of where I was. He decided to leave me there, half in him, half out.

Lucky for me my face was on the outside. I could feel myself rapidly adjusting to his shape, the tight muscle contracting around me and pinching me in its’ folds.

Chet closed his legs and turned out the light. He lay on his side as sleep rapidly claimed him.
I spent the night up by brothers arse, worrying about my last brother Randy, this could get even uglier.

Randy loved to torment me as well. He was always calling me bug. "Don't get in my way bug.", "Don't make me squash you bug."
These were the thoughts running through my mind. My thoughts and fears.
For now he was going to have his chance to make his comments a reality.
Randy's 17 about 5"11 about 210 lbs. Pretty much all muscle. I did not get much sleep to say the least. When Chet woke up he didn’t immediately pull me free. He got up and moved about his room for a while before pulling on some clothes. Surely he couldn’t have forgotten about me!

I could hear Chet talking to someone else. It must be Randy I thought I felt Chet bend over as he dropped his pants. My eyes adjusted to the light as my assumptions were verified. The hazy vision of other older brother cleared. Randy was shaking his head.
"Well, well, well. Look's like the little shit finally got what's coming to him." He said nodding in my direction and laughing at his wittyness.
Chet responded, "Yeah somewhat. Billy and I had our shot at him, I thought you'd like a day with him before we tell dad what happened.
He'll probably make us change him back."
"So Chet says I can do what ever I want to ya. Too bad squashing ya won't do any permanent damage, BUG! Oh well, I will have to take what I can get."
With that he reached forward and pulled me out of Chet’s pucker, pinching me between his thumb and index finger he began applying pressure to my stomach. My thickness thinned between his fingers as he grinned evilly. “Better wash you off first, I guess,” he commented as Chet got redressed and left the room.

Randy took me into the bathroom and held me under the tap for a minute or so.
Randy worked on a loading dock and played softball in an after work league. Unfortunately for me there was a game tonight.
"Well bug I, I mean we, better get ready for work. I have a boot just calling your name." He announced.
I tried my best to squirm free but I was no match for his ever tightening grip. He was truly a monster. The more I struggled, the tighter the held onto me. He retreated to his room to get dressed.
Randy picked up a pair of smelly socks on the floor. "Good thing I didn't send these to the laundry yet. Otherwise I'd have to put you in a clean pair and what fun would that be ?
He took the sock and smelled it wrinkling his nose.  "Man I would not want to be you." Then he pushed it into my face. The smell was horrible. Just thinking that one day on his feet could get them like this only made me wonder what a second would do. Then again I did not have to wonder because I was going to find out first hand. He pulled me back then opened the top of the sock and dropped me in. Again I pleaded to no avail. Then came the inevitable foot. Swift and fast it came in upon me. I rolled under his rough sole and rested under the arch of his foot.
"Let's see. Shall I keep you there?" I heard him say from above. He stood up and slowly applied the pressure of his massive weight. I flattened and contoured to his instep. He rocked his boot side to
side.
"OOO Yeah, I like that. Better than under my toes. But I could always move ya later." He put on his other sock and finished dressing. Still without shoes on he headed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He was enjoying having me under his foot as he walked around. Then down to breakfast.
He sat that the table and had his breakfast and coffee. He played with me with the toe of  his other foot thru the sock. His nails were a bit long and I could feet his big toenail gouge into me, Then he'd rub the soles of his feet together as he talked to Chet and my father, also at the table.
I heard my pop ask where I was. They told him I stayed over at a friends house last night and was going right to school from there. He was none the wiser.  I have to give them credit, they are fast on their feet with the excuses.
Breakfast was over and I heard Randy ask Chet to hand him his boots by the door. He did and I heard them crash to the floor outside the sock. No doubt for my benefit.  Randy put on his left boot first, then mine. They were well worn Texas steer's. They did have a nice insole though. Very springy. They were tied up tight and off we went to Randy's  job.  
He was on his feet all day long. And on me all day long. Like Billy's foot, the sweat was everywhere. The insole soaked up most of it but that only made it like a wet sponge for me. Each step he took pressed me down into the swamp that was my prison. Occasionally he would bounce up and down. I knew he was doing it on purpose. The pressure and release of his foot became constant. So much so that I felt myself
getting off on it. Soon small shots of my cum combined with the already sweat saturated boot.  I have to admit it became quite pleasurable and ironic. I had him jerking me off and he didn't even know it.
The hours passed and he finally clocked out for the day. He then headed for the baseball field at the school, where they played. They also had access to the locker rooms. He picked up his duffel bag and
off we went in his truck. It was a short ride to the field and he was walking on me once again, into the locker room. He was the first one there. Unlacing his boots then kicking them off he kept his socks on
until he changed into his uniform then he pealed his sock off. I, however was stuck to the bottom of his foot.

Sitting on the bench he turned his right foot over his left knee and looked down upon me.
"Look at you but you're a mess. Say, what's that on you?' he asked as he picked me off this foot. He held me closer to his face. "You little perv, you came on my foot." Thinking he'd be mad I was surprised when he finished.."I didn't think you had it in ya." Then lifted me to his lips as his huge pink tongue came out and licked me from front to back.
Suddenly a voice boomed from behind. "Hey jack-ass, how'd you get here before me ? What ya got there ?" Randy, startled relied "A piece of gum you dumb fuck, what do ya think?" and popped me into his
mouth.
"You’re such a waste you probably don't even know how to blow a bubble." His buddy replied.
"Oh yeah, watch this." Randy replied as he began chewing me.
It was the weirdest thing. But even weirder was when he began forcing his tongue into me trying to blow one, a bubble that is.
The experience was quite stimulating. So much so that, yup you guessed it, I came right in this mouth, all over his tongue. He new it too but continued with his attempt at a bubble. He was able to form a little one.
Flapping his hand in disapproval, CJ, his buddy said "Waste!" dropped his gym bag  and sneakers in the floor and entered one of the bathroom stalls to take a dump.
Randy spit me out into his palm. "You little shit, you came in my mouth." Lets see what you do when CJ gets his hands, or should I say feet on you" and walked over to his things on the floor. He dropped me into the gigantic cleated sneaker. I could see the size label. Nike 13 wide. As though what I had been through already was not enough, I had to endure this ? There was no way for me to escape the huge high top. It smelled even worse then Randys' socks.
CJ came out and I was able to roll myself to the toe of the sneaker having not returned to my mobile self as of yet. I could hear them banter back and forth as the other players came in and got ready to play as well. Then the moment came when he lifted the shoe and shoved his foot inside. He never even knew I was there. My small size compared to his huge foot and the cushioning of his dirt stained sock left little to be noticed. His toes scrunched around me and I was trapped.
The game went into over time as I was run on, stomped on and squeezed between his toes but they eventually won and the game was over.

Returning to the locker room they undressed for a shower. CJ never even noticed I was stuck to his sock as he pulled his sneaker off.
Then as he pulled off his sock it turned in side out as he pulled and now I was inside. He rolled it up and stuffed it in his sneaker.
Randy held back and when the coast was clear pulled me free laughing at my state of discord.  Randy stuttered when he was summoned to the showers and in a panic popped me into his mouth so that no one could see what he was doing. My surface taste was pungent and it took all he had not to spit me out and he headed for the showers with me in tow.
It was dark in his hot moist mouth and he was not doing too much to me except an occasional tongue turn. Then to my surprise his mouth began to open. I looked out in time to see something coming towards
me.  It was a giant red cock. It was CJ's. In a brief instant I could see all the guys in the shower, they were all giving head to someone else. "This is how they celebrate?" I thought.
CJ's massive member probed Randys mouth and throat. It was pulled in an out very fast. Over and over. Randy's tongue explored his edgy foreskin. Then he teased his piss slit with the tip of his tongue.
There was enough light coming in from the sides of Randy's mouth for me to see CJ's slit begin to open. Suddenly as if from no where gobbs of hot cum flowed in. It was everywhere. By this time randy had me
positioned in his cheek. Another shot of juice entered. Randy swallowed creating a suction pulling me closer to his teeth almost like a dental imprint.
CJ retracted from his entry. Just when I thought it was all over Randys mouth again opened, this time the sight I saw was that of CJ's face. It got closer and closer as they positioned for a kiss. Then Randy dislodged me. I was inserted into CJ's mouth as they broke apart. CJ started chewing on the “gum” he had been passed. Soon the "Celebration" was over and the guys actually bathed.

CJ continued to chew on me as
After dressing and saying their congrats Randy entered and closed the door to his truck. He spit me out into his hand and let me change to my normal shape.
"This never happened, bug, Got it ?!!!? Cuz if this gets out, you'll wish that squishing you would kill ya after what I'll do to ya. This was nothing."
He tied me up with a piece of string he had on the floor and hung me from the mirror for the ride home.
"I guess pop will be eager to see ya, now that we all had out shot at ya. I wonder what he'll come up with to do to you. He can be pretty creative you know."
Nothing else was said on the way home. He just smiled one and a while and I worried, a lot.
We pulled into the drive and Randy snapped the string off the mirror but kept me tied up. He simply dangled me from his hand. It was early and everyone appeared to be home. Randy headed upstairs to our
brothers rooms an called them all together, they met in his room.
There I lay tied up with my three brothers staring down at me. Pocking me, prodding me then tossing me back and forth as they discussed who was going to tell pop. They all agreed that Chet being the oldest would be the one to tell him but they would all be there.
With me in hand they bound down the stairs to the living room where pop sit in his recliner reading the paper. What he always did after dinner.
"Pop?" Chet started. "We have something to tell you and we don't quite know how to say it."
"Just some out with it boy." He replied being an on the like kind of guy.
"Ok here it goes. Ya know how Scotty has not be here for a few days? Well he hasn't been over at a friends. He's been with us. Each of us and now we think we should give him to you."
Pop was obviously perplexed by the presentation. "You're not making sense boy, what are you saying?"
Chet pulled me from his pocket and held out his hand. It was scary having them all look at me like that.
I gathered myself together and ran to the end of Chet's hand. "POP HELP ! YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT THEY DID TO ME. HELP ME PLEASE!" I yelled.
Pop held out his hand. "What happened to you ?" he asked
I explained. He shook his head. "I warned you about those damned experiments, now look what you did to yourself."
"I know I'm sorry. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SORRY I AM !" I implored. "The things they did to me were horrible. I cant even tell you some of it, it is so bad" (knowing I had not dare tell some of
the secrets I learned)

"Ok boys, I'll take care of it from here" Pop said and by brothers were dismissed chuckling between themselves and discussing some of the things they did to me.
There I sat in the palm of my fathers hand.  Growing up your father always seams larger then life. Only now to me he actually was. A large hairy, but physically fit advertising executive. I looked at his immense body and the tufts of chest hair popping out from the top of his t-shirt.
He asked me to explain everything from the beginning and I did.
Before I knew it I even told him about cumming in Randys mouth and in the shoes of my other brothers. We actually laughed. "Good for them" he said. "I hope you shot on them good."
While in the mists of our conversations my brothers came down stairs one by one complaining of queasy stomachs. They each popped some alka-seltzer and headed off to bed.  It was odd that they all felt the
same thing. Pop and I thought it must have been that flu-bug going around.
Then we discussed my situation. "I guess we will have to try to change you back, but night tonight, it's getting late. We'll try in the morning." He said and positioned his chair forward.  "Time for bed, little man." He announced as he too headed upstairs.
He stripped down to his boxers as he always did to sleep. He was even more incredible looking at this size. His muscled primed for a 48 year old. Sliding into bed me pulled back his waste band and tucked me in up to my armpits then released it back. It was soft and warm there. I finally felt safe. My head resting in his belly button.

His breaths became deep as his body relaxed. He drifted off almost immediately. My adrenaline was still pumping keeping me from sleep. I could not help but wonder what beneath his shorts. My curiosity got
the best of me and I headed south. His belly was hairy right down to his crotch. It was a warm night and he only hand a sheet on. The light from our garage shone into his room providing just enough light once my eyes adjusted. I proceeded to his huge manly shaft. I only touched it slightly when it jumped. It/he new I was there. I could not help myself. I straddled it and again moved onward to his head.
He was becoming hard. All at once it released from its position and slid upward along his thigh then flopped onto his abdomen. I was stuck under him. Pressed between my fathers throbbing meat and his
hairy stomach. My struggles for freedom only made him harder. I unknowingly stroked him in efforts to free myself. As though in a dream his hand came down upon us. It had been some time since my father was pleasured so it did not take much when he blew a straight load out his shorts. He must have had a hard day
because he never even woke up. Two more small shots and he was done.
His cock relaxed and then he roller over on his side. I fell from my impingement and slid under his hip as he rolled on his side. This is where I stayed until morning.
The sun came up and pop awoke bright and early. He thought it was unusual not to hear my brother stirring about. They were usually up before him. At least Chet and Randy were, but there was nothing.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes and scratching himself he realized I was missing.  He pulled me from his hip and apologized for my sleeping arrangements never mentioning his wet dream.
With me in hand he headed to Randy's room. The bed was mussed but no Randy, The same in Chet's room. Then to Bobby's and the same was found.  The he heard a stirring from under Bobby's covers. Cautiously
he approached and pulled them back.
To our surprise, there he was Just as small as me, he was crying. Pop picked him up too. Then back to Chet's room. The covers were pulled back to find him too. Shrunk. A little bigger than me, but shrunk
just the same. Scared he too was picked up. Next was Randy. As expected he was tiny too.
A sense of satisfaction came over me. "Not do big now are ya !" I shouted. They huddled together in pops other hand. He just shook his hand.
"Now what am I going to do with the lot of you?" he asked and headed back to his room lying us all on the bed.
We determined that by my cumming on/in Randy and Chet it must have seeped into their pores and changed their molecular structure. But what about Bobby.  It could only be the amount of sweat from his foot and me in his sneaker that did the same to him. How rich is that ?

Pop had this glimmer in his eye.  Told us to stay where we were and that he would be right back. He entered Bobby's room and came back with one of his dirty socks. "Maybe you boys would like a taste of
you own medicine" he said holding up the sock.  My brothers made an attempt to run but they could not outrun pops hand. One by one he picked them up and dropped them into the sock as they screamed.
Then he tied the stop shut to prevent them from escaping and laid it on the floor.
He turned his attention to me. "So do ya think the squishy thing happened to them too ? Shall we see ?"
To my astonishment he lifted his huge foot and hovered it over the sock. They were all in different parts of the sock now but pops foot could easily get them all and did. He slowly pressed down compressing
them into the smelly fabric as they screamed in horror. Apparently this excited pop by the looks of his shorts. He stood up and in a grinding motion pummelled them into the floor. "You always were my favourite" he said turning his attention to me. "What do ya say we give them a little more of their own
medicine." He got up and said he'd be right back me had a phone call or two to make.
I watched as my brothers' bodies slowly moved about the sock in an effort to change back to normal.
In the background I could hear pop on the phone with his office. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I will be working from home today, I'll be here if you need me, Yup see you tomorrow, Bye." Click
Then 3 more calls I could not hear other than being able to identify the separation in calls. He soon returned to the room with an armload of stuff. He laid it all out before me.
One of Chet's socks and one of his sneakers, One of Bobby's sneakers, and a sock and sneaker of Randy's.
"I can't wait to see their faces" he said. "Now they will get a taste of their own medicine."
He bent down and picked up the sock they were currently in, bobby's.
The tumbled to the toe as it was lifted and you could hear their screams. I LIKED IT.
He shuffled back into the bed and opened the sock. Then he opened the top and dumped them out with into his crotch between his huge hairy legs. As they stared in fear he pressed his legs together trapping them once again preventing any way of escape. One by one he put each brother into his own sock, tied it shut and then stuffed it into his own smelly sneaker.
I was a bit puzzled at what he had in mind until the door bell rang.
He quickly put on a pair of sweats and answered the door.
The first to arrive was CJ. Randys friend from the baseball game. Pop welcomed him in and offered a drink. He accepted. He was wearing a pair of blue shorts, tank top and ratty sneakers.
The next to arrive was Timmy, Bobby's friend from the park. Again he was also came in and was offered a drink (Of milk, he was a kid after all)Last was Glen from the Poker game. Nasty hi-top Chucks and all.
My pop opened by thanking them for coming and telling them that he wanted them to help him teach someone a lesson. A lesson in what it's like to be thought of as weak and helpless. To be at the SOLE mercy of another’s will no matter how devious or cruel. Then he offered up the sneakers to each. Billy was given to Timmy, Randy to CJ and Chet to Glen. They pulled out each sock, and emptied the contents into
their hands. They were very much excited to see their prizes.

They were told to pretend as though they were their personal slaves, toys or whatever, The only catch was that since it was Friday, that they all be returned by Monday morning. They all agreed.
My little brother, begged for mercy as they were each carried out the front door with their perspective giants. Each I am sure to encounter experiences possibly even more creative and cruel than the ones I
experienced. Glen even stopped before leaving sitting down on a chair and put Chet into his chuck. He smiled very satisfied as he announced it was off to the gym and it was his lower body work out day.
The thought of Chet being squished under his musty foot was heaven to me.
The door closed behind him.