This choice: Wait for Chris, he has a good sense of humor • Go Back...Chapter #3The friendly giant? by: Zan   You know who you need right now, you need someone who can see the lighter side of things. Whereas all the other guys would be sure to crush you outright, you know Chris will be a little more compassionate. You see a trouser leg draping down from the bench, and you pad over to it standing at the bottom. Slowly you pull yourself up the fabric, using any folds for ledges. It takes quite a while before you get to the top and you're quite tired at the gargantuan effort you had to give.
At least now you're in the prime position to get Chris' attention. You sit down next to his t-shirt patiently waiting. You look around, still amazed at your size. You lay down into the fabric, the soft material on your back is pleasant and your eyes begin to grow heavy.
You are awoken by a crashing sound. You immediately try to sit up but your head hits something and you go rocketing back down. Your eyes are open but all around you is darkness. You being to panic, how long have you been asleep? You realise you're trapped in something on all sides but you can see what. You push and squirm in your confines trying to find a way out and eventually your head pulls into the light.
You're looking straight up Chris' back. You look back down to where you squeezed out of and see only the smooth black cloth of his football shorts, two giant slabs either side of you, and your tiny body depressed into the dark valley between them. You were under his ass? Why didn't you stay? You almost kick yourself for not getting more out of it, but your legs are still trapped in the tight heat.
The weight is released as Chris gets up leaving you laying on the bench with a raging boner, the faint stench of his ass still permeating. You watch as he turns around to pick up his shirt, as his eyes lock onto you.
"Whoa!" He exclaims, a grin coming over his face. He kneels down so he can see you more easily. "Hey Tom, what'cha doin' down there?" He is clearly enjoying the sight of his little friend laying naked on his bench.
"Err..well, something happened" You stammer up to his big face steadily getting closer to you.
"Yeah, i can see that." He pauses "Were you just under my ass?" He gives you a sly look still reveling in the situation.
"I guess so, can't say it wasn't cosey though" You faintly giggle, blushing. You're practically flirting with a giant who may be inclined to crush you, but Chris seems to be responding well.
"That's cool, whats mine is yours right?"
There is a silence between the two of you, even though the rest of the room is bustling with half naked jocks. You look into his brown eyes, feeling somewhat safer now.
"I was thinking i could stay with you, you know...untill this wears off or something." You wait eagerly for a response.
"Yeah sure, that's cool with me. You can even do me some favors while you that small eh?" You both laugh. You know that this was the right decision to make, He cares and you're certain that your going to get some fun.
"Well Tom, we can either head over to my place now or you can come with while I take a shower. I think you've already noticed I ain't smellin' too good at the moment"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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