“Now go away, this is a private conversation.”There was a lot of stifled laughter in the background; seemed Jorat was not popular at all.“Fuck y...u, slave, I sit where I li ... ow!” he sneered, pointing a finger at me, then screaming as I reached out at bent it upwards almost to the point of dislocating it.“Apologise to the Lady for interrupting her meal, then leave. You won’t get a second chance.”He reached down suddenly to pull his knife only to howl as I dislocated his finger, grabbed the. The lad tried to put his still stiff cock into his boxers and then pulled his jeans up to cover the mess collecting in his pubic hair. They both started laughing like little schoolchildren. I still wonder if the middle-aged lady realised what had just happened behind!Shortly after that the train pulled into a station. The middle-aged lady got off and I'm sure I saw some of the lads cum on her coat. The train pulled out and, while not so crowded, it was still full. I was now alone with the. You can't stop it from being drawn in on itself. Breathe.You want to stop it but your body isn't yours. It is mine.With each breath, your waist gets smaller and smaller. Smaller and smaller. It feels like it is a 24 inch waist. Smaller and smaller. Tight and taut. As the pain quickly fades away from your waist, you feel a very odd tingling in your nipples. It feels like something is pushing at them from the inside.As you breathe, you feel your feet folding in on themseleves. They too are. After a little thought Graham said “Well, I kind of thought that with you two guys it might just sort of happen, but I don’t want to do anything until my shoulder is less painful”. Alex said “Don’t worry pal we’ll keep you in a very passive role until you’re fighting fit”. It was then that I noticed that Graham had a fair old bulge in his trousers and I think that Alex noticed at the same time because he got up and sat between us, gently placing a hand on Graham’s trouser tent.I got up and went.