Mike turned red.
"Sorry," he mumbled, to which Josh just clung harder to the flesh keeping him from falling.
Mike watched his friend dangle from his member for a few more seconds, mesmerized by their immense size difference, before offering his hand to his friend, right below where he was dangling. He was hoping Josh would hop down, but knowing how new this was to both of them, he doubted their relationship would stay the same.
Josh was holding on for dear life. As he re-hoisted himself on the log of flesh, his eyes widened as he watched his former short friend’s fingers come fill his vision. As his strength began to give out, his curiosity got the best of him and he reached for it. Little did he know, the hand wasn’t coming to grab him, but to support him from his feet. He let go of the flesh supporting him, and his fingertips brushed against the back of Mike’s pinky as he started slipping.
I’m gonna fall! Josh thought, yelping as he ran out of surface to grab onto.
His body tipped backwards, and as he completely let go of Mike’s penis, he closed his eyes.
THUMP.
His body had hit a different kind of flesh. Like a…leathery hand. Josh slowly opened his eyes, and was surprised to see the very fingers he was curious about holding onto him by the torso. His legs and head dangled as he exhaled in relief.
Mike was flabbergasted about how it all played out. He was currently holding his childhood best friend in the palm of his hand. A few hours ago, he was just a normal kid – roaming the halls, trying not to stand out as he made his way from class to class. Now, not only did he stand out – he stood OUT, and people were already emerging from their homes to investigate the ruckus he caused.
“Um, uh…” Mike said, bashful at all the newfound attention, “…hi?”
He waved. The woman who lived across from him screamed, and at that moment he realized how bad a position he was in. Here he was, barely a teen, naked from head to toe and holding another child in his hand. His face reddened, and before he could say anything to hurt his situation further, a rough tap on his hand brought him to his friend.
“Mike…” he yelled, looking left and right warily, “we have to go! Lower me to the house, and I’ll get a blanket for you so you can cover up!”
“But – ”
“No ‘buts’, Mike! Just do it! We’re gonna have to figure something out before the crowd gets to us, you gotta be QUICK!”
Mike nodded with determination. He gingerly set his knees on the ground, and released his friend from his hand as he rushed into the rubble. Meanwhile, the amount of people who noticed the gargantuan teen had started to form a crowd around him – which although wasn’t dangerous, could prove to be if he did anything they didn’t approve.
Josh was getting tired of running through his former home. He never realized how big it truly was before it was destroyed. Everything had crashed to ground floor, yet he couldn’t visualize where the dresser would’ve fallen. His head thumped as he dripped from sweat head to toe.
The clock was ticking.
Josh brushed aside his feelings as he felt around for the dresser. It was wooden brown, sleek, and had a certain spiral indentation on the middle of its surface. The teen grew restless as he heard the crowd, which was originally made up of nothing more than 5 people, begin to call their loved ones and voice their complaints about his gigantic friend.
“Wasn’t his fault he grew,” he mumbled, feeling under the rubble for the indentation.
Or was it? His subconscious asked, and he pushed that aside when he felt it. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to lift it out from the rubble – he was scrawny and only 5’2. But just as he lost hope, he realized that the stuff surrounding it wasn’t that heavy. Some planks and a basket of toys his younger sister had – nothing more. He grinned as he cleared them, and reached in the second drawer.
Afraid for the fate of his friend, he grabbed two flat filled sheets and managed to tie the folded blankets around a rod he found from the window that broke. He ran with this pole, and felt relief as his big friend’s eyes locked with his tiny form. Mike laid his hand flat on the ground, and as Josh ran towards the crowd, he couldn’t help but feel that someone had their eyes on him for a little too long. Someone that wasn’t a part of his family.
Mike grunted and lifted himself up along with his companion, jostling the smaller being out of his thoughts.
“What now?” Mike whispered, as the crowds got closer to his feet.
“We should –”
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