As Pantheon once again raised his foot, Talon realised that Pantheon hadn't noticed him; he was simply too small, too puny for Pantheon to notice. Exhausted from his ordeal, Talon stopped struggling and resigned himself for now. He would have to wait for Pantheon to stop moving. As his nauseating ride continued, Talon looked over his captor. At his new size, Talon saw details he would never see normally, the dead skin coating the feet, the beads of sweat leaking from the skin, the dirt accumulated after a day of heavy exercise, if he was scientifically-minded he would be fascinated, instead it just reminded him of how weak he was.
The scenery changed as Talon noticed white tiles and a steamy atmosphere. He immediately recognised it as the Men’s Changing Room, and along with Pantheon’s previous mention of “Shower", Talon realised he might not have so much time after all. Suddenly Talon was flying much higher and his world shook as the foot came to a rest. Looking down he saw the brown of the wooden Changing Room benches, Pantheon was taking his sandals off. Leaping at the chance, Talon struggled against his foot captor, and pulling against the thick strands of sweat he crawled off the foot and onto the bench. He was exhausted from the effort but he was off just in time as the sandled foot lowered back to the ground. Gasping for breath, Talon didn't notice the now bare foot hovering over him as Pantheon moved to remove his other sandal.
Without even time to gasp, Pantheon’s foot slammed down onto Talon. The thick, calloused feet took his breath away as the pressure suddenly increased tenfold. Pantheon was crushing the life out of him. With his arms pressed to his sides, Talon began thrashing as best as he could, struggling to breathe as Pantheon unknowingly crushed him under tons of cheesy, sweaty foot flesh. With no other choice, Talon took a deep breath and nearly vomited as the pungent aroma overwhelmed him. As if to taunt him, Pantheon's foot twitched slightly, and as Pantheon removed his other boot, he twisted his other foot slightly. While only a short distance for Pantheon, for his tiny prisoner his world shifted as the pressure became unbearable. With the strong swivel force, Talon could hear a POP and cried out in pain as his shoulder dislocated. He could tell that his body would be badly bruised by tomorrow, that is if he even made it to tomorrow. With that sobering thought, Talon hissed in pain as the foot lifted off him, looking up to see Pantheon looming over him, looking like a deity imposing judgement on a subject.
Realising that this was his chance to notify Pantheon, Talon tried to leap up, but found himself stuck to the bench, held down by sweat which stuck him to the bench, further efforts to rise left him groaning in agony as he provoked his shoulder injury. Glancing up he saw the still looming giant suddenly move, the sheer size difference causing Pantheon to appear slow and sluggish, as the skyscraper sized titan moved above him. Talon watched as Pantheon hooked his thumbs (which were car sized to him) into his shorts and gasped as Pantheon slid the black shorts off, leaving only a pair of tight briefs on. Talon knew what was coming next, and couldn't muster up the heart to call for help anymore. What would Pantheon think if he noticed Talon now? That he was a massive pervert and creep? What if he just squished Talon in disgust? Hell he had almost done in a mere minute ago, completely unintentionally.
Suddenly a massive shadow covered Talon, and he let out a scream as Pantheon almost crushed him again, Talon was reaching forward to attach the shorts to a hook, his brief-covered package almost making contact with Talon as he shuddered, that bulge was the size of a small town to him. A faint smell of musk lingered as Pantheon leaned back. Realising what was coming next, Talon tried to look away, but found himself unable to look away as Pantheon removed the final barrier to his manhood. As the briefs slid down, Pantheon's beast was freed, and Talon watched as it flopped down, swinging like a pendulum as Pantheon took off his briefs. It was at least 5 inches and this was flaccid! Pantheon's dirty jokes about his second deadly "Spear" haunted him, this beast was thicker and longer than Pantheon's favourite combat spear at his new perspective. Underneath the "Spear" lay two truck sized spheres, covered by a thick scrotum, as Pantheon's low hanging ball-sack swung in time with his dick. As Pantheon leaned forward again to hook his briefs up, the beast swung towards Talon like a dragon, just barely skimming Talon.
As Pantheon turned around, Talon leaned back as far as possible, getting ready for Pantheon to leave for the showers; but to his shock Pantheon simply stood there with his ass facing him, the shaven muscular globes looming over him, and to Talon's horror he saw the two globes lower in slow motion, approaching him as Pantheon lowered himself onto the bench. Knowing how useless any attempt to contact Pantheon would be, Talon simply grimaced and took a deep breath, he had come this far, he would not die now!
Perhaps fortunately, the two ass-cheeks just barely missed Talon, instead he looked up to see a massive scrotum fall upon him, mushing him into it as Pantheon adjusted himself for comfort. The soft skin of the scrotum enveloped Talon, as the hot, sweaty flesh covered him in the universal scent of musk. It was almost pitch black, with only dim glimpses of light reaching Talon. He could hear a distant THUD THUD THUD which was unmistakably the sound of Pantheon's strong heartbeat. A new noise emerged, as he could hear the muffled sound of voices, the only thing he could make out was Pantheon's godly voice emerging from all around him, the pitch was simply too low for him to make out any of the words. Whoever Pantheon was talking to, Talon prayed he would finish soon, he was quickly running out of breath and unlike the foot there was little air for him down here. However as half a minute passed, Talon gasped and involuntarily opened his mouth to breathe, but instead he found his mouth full with the disgusting scrotum flesh covered in musky sweat. Convulsing he struggled to breathe, but no air could enter his jammed mouth. Talon's convulsions slowed as he began to suffocate, his vision turning black as he realised that this would be his grave. But just before he could breathe, his world shook as Pantheon stood, with more power displayed than an earthquake, Talon's world was one of BANGS and confusion. Opening his eyes, he saw...
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