Shrunk at home
As the faint hum of electronics filled the air, you and your three best friends were lost in your tinkering. Suddenly, the world shifted and you found yourself shrinking—alone on a stool, your friends nowhere in sight. Panic set in as you called out for your friends, the echo of your voice bouncing off empty walls.
In the living room, your wife entered, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around her. She was clad in leggings, her ass firm and round beneath the fabric, unaware that her husband and a friend were desperately trying to get her attention. Meanwhile, Michael had taken refuge in the bathroom, his heart racing as he watched your wife put on her leggings—feeling them press tightly against his body.
John was nowhere to be seen; last seen on the floor, searching for help. You and another friend were left on the stool, calling out to your wife, trying to get her to notice you. But she was lost in her own world, unaware of the tiny man on her stool or the one pressed against her ass in the bathroom.
As you continued to call out, your voice grew faint, lost in the distance. Your wife sat down on the stool next to you, oblivious to the fact that she was sitting on top of her shrunk husband. The reality of the situation dawned on you—you were completely at her mercy.
