Dylan’s heart pounded as the oppressive weight of James’s foot suddenly lifted, the warm darkness giving way to a rush of cool air. The massive sole rose, shifting with a faint creak of skin, and settled heavily beside him with a soft thud that vibrated the ground. Dylan lay sprawled, gasping, his tiny body trembling from the ordeal. He blinked up at the towering figure of James, who remained oblivious, his movements casual and unhurried.
He didn’t notice me, Dylan thought, his mind racing. I could just run… or… His gaze drifted upward, tracing the colossal form before him. James’s leg stretched like a forested cliff, dusted with coarse hairs that swayed faintly in the air. An impulsive curiosity sparked in Dylan’s chest. What if I climbed? Got a better view? Figured out what he’s doing?
Swallowing his fear, Dylan scrambled to his feet and darted toward James’s leg. The skin was warm under his hands, slightly rough, and the hairs—each as thick as a rope to his tiny frame—provided perfect handholds. He gripped one and hauled himself up, his arms straining as he began his ascent. The leg was a living landscape, shifting subtly with James’s breathing, the faint pulse beneath the skin a reminder of the giant’s vitality.
The climb was slow, the hairs prickling against Dylan’s body as he pulled himself higher. By the time he reached the knee—a broad, bony plateau—he was panting, his muscles burning. He paused, clinging to a coarse hair, and glanced down. The ground was dizzyingly far below, a fall that would end him. But up here, he felt a strange thrill, a mix of terror and exhilaration.
Then, a new sensation hit him—a faint, musky scent wafting from above. Dylan’s nose wrinkled as he realized it was coming from James’s groin, still a distance away but potent enough to reach him. He craned his neck, peering toward the inner thigh, where the skin darkened and the air grew warmer. The path ahead split in his mind: he could stay here, relatively safe on the knee, or venture higher, toward the inner thigh and beyond, where the scent and heat hinted at a more dangerous, intimate terrain.
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