The underwear clung tightly to Theo’s massive form, pinning Dylan’s tiny body against the warm, firm expanse of his ass. The clean, soapy scent from Theo’s recent shower mixed with a faint, earthy musk that tickled Dylan’s nose, leaving him disoriented. His heart raced as he squirmed, trapped in the cotton’s unyielding grip, his tiny hands clawing uselessly at the fabric.
“Ugh, this is *not* where I wanna be,” Dylan muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible, muffled by the skin and fabric. “Theo, you giant, do you *have* to be so… huge?”
Unaware of the minuscule passenger, Theo stood still for a moment, the world around Dylan eerily calm. Through the tight weave of the cotton, Dylan caught glimpses of Theo’s towering figure, his fingers lazily scrolling on his phone, the screen’s faint glow casting soft shadows. The brief pause gave Dylan a moment to catch his breath, but his stomach twisted with unease.
“C’mon, man, do *something*,” Dylan grumbled softly, shifting uncomfortably. “Just… don’t stay like this forever, okay?”
Without warning, Theo moved, his massive legs carrying him toward the bed. Each step sent jolts through Dylan’s tiny frame, the underwear swaying and pressing him closer to the crevice of Theo’s ass—not deep in the crack, but near enough to make Dylan’s pulse spike. He let out a muffled yelp as Theo flopped onto the bed with a heavy thud, landing on his back.
The impact shoved Dylan deeper into the warm, plush skin, the cotton stretching taut and trapping him under Theo’s weight. Pinned just shy of the crack’s center, Dylan felt the overwhelming pressure of Theo’s bulk, his tiny body sinking slightly into the softness. His breath came in short gasps, his face pressed against the smooth, soapy skin.
“Aw, man, *move* already,” Dylan whispered, his voice tinged with frustration but oddly hesitant. “You’re squashing me, Theo! Just… roll over or something!” Yet, even as he spoke, a strange reluctance flickered in his chest—part of him, inexplicably, didn’t want Theo to shift too far, though he shoved the thought away, cheeks burning.
Theo remained oblivious, lying stomach-up, his body relaxed. Dylan squirmed, hoping for a change in position, but Theo didn’t roll to his side as Dylan half-wished. Instead, Theo shifted slightly, lifting his hips just enough to ease some of the crushing weight. The relief was immediate, but the movement had an unintended consequence. The subtle adjustment caused Theo’s cheeks to part faintly, the fabric pulling tighter and repositioning Dylan. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on the now-visible center of Theo’s crack, where coarse hairs framed the faint outline of his hole in the dim light.
Dylan’s breath caught, his heart pounding as he stared, caught between discomfort and an odd, unspoken fascination. “Oh, come *on*,” he muttered, his voice a mix of exasperation and embarrassment. “This is *way* too much, Theo. Just… move, alright? But, like… not *too* much.” His words faltered, betraying his conflicted feelings as he squirmed, trapped in the awkward, overwhelming moment, silently willing Theo to shift again—but not entirely sure what he wanted.
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