His grip is still gentle, though his movements are slightly rushed and frantic. He finds a bench in an empty spot around a corner, giving you both a sense of privacy. He gently places you on the floor near his feet as he starts undoing a section of his belt. You can just barely see some of his belly before he roughly plucks you up, giving you a worried glance - you can see that he’s practically beet red at this point- before moving you down and past his trousers.
“I’m so.. I’m so sorry about this, my friend. I can’t think of anywhere better to hide you.” Using a thumb that barely dwarfs your current size, he pulls on the fundoshi he’s wearing and you are unceremoniously dumped in. You quickly grasp at the fabric around you with a yelp of panic.
“Are you alright, my friend?” He mumbles, pausing in his movements.
You catch a bit of breath, before calling up an affirmation.
“I’m glad. I apologize once again for this..” and with that, his legs tense around you before he rises and you hear the click of his belt being put back into place.
“I shall be as swift as possible, I swear”
As he begins moving, you lose your grip on the fabric and fall before hitting something warm below.
More movement and you are jostled off and onto the floor of the fabric around you. Though you should have been blushing this whole time, given your predicament, it’s not until you view your fellow “passengers” that you feel a wave of shame. They are humongous, to put it bluntly. The fur is mostly down in comparison to the tuft of belly fur and the fur on the thighs on either side of you, all a light creamy color.
If his thumb dwarfed you, his shaft is a whole other story, even from your vantage point from below. You only just barely would be able to wrap your hands around it with some stretching.
The massive orbs below the sizable girth are easily double your size. On the other side of you, it’s easy to see just the barest bit of his furry backside.
It’s warm on the inside of his fundoshi, both from his normal body heat and from the cool down of his kendo exercises. There’s a bit of dampness to be felt as well. A damp musk permeates the air, radiating from the being surrounding you. It’s definitely strong, especially with your minuscule size, but it’s by no means unbearable.
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