To your horror the tonnes of man muscle suddenly move and you are crushed under a soft wall of satin. Luckily for you you were under the arsecrack to the pressure could be worse.
this moment of positivity fades as Roz stands up, clenching you between the two mammoth cheeks which contain a horrible smelling pit of 20 year old shit.
The giant doesnt seem to move for what to you seems like hours, you are forced to suffer between two firm walls which within their satin constraints are causing excessive sweat within the arse which is slowly seeping through the material, coating you in its sticky, stinking essence.
Relief comes as Roz strides across his room and once again his ipod pulls the satin down, providing some slack and allowing you freedom from the disgusting trap.
You leap away and land within an open sock. Catching your breath you realise that maybe Roz wasnt the best giant to contact, if this is what horrors you face without himm knowing you are there
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