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“In you go,” Ricky laughed. His fingers were curled around my tiny shrunken body, holding me tight as he lowered me into his swimsuit.
“No, no!” I squeaked. “Please, dude, I’m sorry we pranked you! Please make me big again!”
Closer and closer his hand moved towards his crotch, and I could see the dark tangle of hair around his dick. I struggled but I couldn’t break free of his grasp.
And then he plunged me down into the swimsuit, pressing my tiny body against his cock. It was semi-hard, and his hand squeeze me against it.
He released me, and then with a snap let the stretch spandex pin me in place. I couldn’t move. I was trapped there, held tight against my best friend’s dick.
“Enjoy your new home,” Ricky said. “Now let’s find the rest of the swim team and see if they’d like to join you in there.

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