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    Before being shrunken he would talk at length about his fantasies. Sitting in comfort and safety at his computer telling his friends about his all consuming desire to be stuffed into their well worn running shoes, buried under gym socks, smothered under paws. It seemed paws and paw paraphernalia excited him almost as much as being shrunken. Of course it was all talk, he's a virgin that had never held hands let alone done anything the least bit kinky. And you never know, sometimes a fetish turns out not to be your thing upon trying it for real…

    He had to wait almost 2 months to finally get a taste of his owners' paws, well at least a second hand taste of them through his socks and running shoe. It’s often good to make them wait to experience a new part of their owner's body, especially the part they crave the most. The anticipation fills them with both a burning desire and terrible fear of the unknown.

    Now that he has spent some time as a shrunken pet the little collie has fully come to realize just how nightmarish being an insole would be. Every sensation is magnified a thousand fold at 3 inches tall. In his old life he imagined it would be like being under a warm weighted blanket, each one of his master’s steps feeling like a pleasant swing back and forth on a sing set. All with the exhilarating scent of a day old sock filling his mind. But now he would lie awake at night in his cage trembling while thinking about it, dreading the day his psychotic tormenter would finally do him in by stuffing him in his disgusting worn running shoe and trampling him. Each step would be like doing a loop in a roller coaster, each impact knocking the wind out of him as every muscle, bone and tendon threatens to give out. It would be boiling hot and humid like being in a hot tub for too long. And the smell… his master's socks draped on top of his cage drove him crazy. The idea of having his face buried in them for hours was unthinkable. To his horror he found out that for whatever reason, micros can’t go nose blind. There was no getting used to it, no respite from the relentless assault on his senses.

    The wait did a number on his nerves. Time to make that poor little perverted wretch’s fantasies a reality. He’s not been allowed to cum for weeks and by the looks of it that tiny throbbing prick seems just about ready to burst hands free before even starting.

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