Jack’s sweaty hand gripped you tight and began leading you behind him. You didn’t know what Jack was going to do but, judging by the uncaring smirk on his face, you knew it couldn’t be anything good. But, no matter how much you struggled, Jack had you caught and there was nothing you could do about it. That’s when an awful, but all-too-familiar, stench wafted over you. Jack was hovering you right above his pants, planning to stuff you in the pockets of his unwashed pants. You could clearly see Jack’s hairy butt crack barely exposed because his pants didn’t cover it all up.
You expected this from Jack. For as long as you knew him Jack was never ashamed of showing off his ass to everyone around him and you couldn’t help but think that he bought his pants too small on purpose, just to let his hairy crack hang out.
You didn’t mind it before, but when you’re three inches tall the stench and the sight was incredibly unbearable. Jack’s sweaty rear end mixed with his incredibly poor hygiene made a smell that wrapped around your whole body, all but suffocating you.
Thankfully, you might get a reprieve from the stench in Jack’s pocket...
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