Mark closed his hand around Mike and plopped down on the beach. He opened his hand and let Mike slide off and onto his huge gut. He watched as the tiny man walked around.
“Your belly is soft… and warm.”
Mark plucked Mike up between his thumb and forefinger, and pulled his shirt up over his belly, placing the tiny man back down onto his hairy skin. He watched the small man wade through the waste deep fuzz.
Mark lit a cigarette and and blew a large stream of smoke down at his belly, watching the tiny man attempt to bat it out of the way. Mark chuckled at the site, which made his belly shake, and Mike tumble over onto the soft, fuzzy fat.
“I take it you don’t smoke,” Mark laughed.
“No, but my girlfriend smokes, so I’m used to it. That was just a lot of smoke,” Mike replied.
“You should try, it’s really relaxing,” Mark said, placing the cigarette near the little man. He watched Mike walk over to it, but was shocked to see the little man climb up onto the butt of the cigarette. He looked down to see Mike laying on the cigarette,
“Not as soft as my belly I bet,” Mark laughed, lifting the cigarette with Mike in tow to his lips. His lips closed down on Mike and the cigarette, and he dragged hard and deep, filling his lungs with smoke. He removed the cigarette slightly and exhaled before placing it back between his lips, letting it dangle and trapping the little man.
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