Tate smiled his way down to you, as he was feeling excited. He had some ideas of fun things he wanted to do, and without his sister in the room. He was going to do one.
On his chest, you were recovering from the ‘Earthquake’ that he gave you. When suddenly he sat his way up. You felt the boy underneath you shift as he started to sit up.
With that, you went flying your way down and landing right on top of his lap. Landing on his pants as you look up to him. What was Tate doing?
“I think, it would be funner for you to step on my chest.” He said down to you, as this left you confused? You were stepping on his chest already right? Well he meant something else.
He lifted over his shirt. The psychic boy lifting it up, and putting it to the side. You could see the bare chest of the giant over you.
He had no shirt on at the moment, and you could see his body. He defiantly wasn’t fat, if anything he was leaning his way over to the skinny. Tate had no hair on his chest of course, and it was as pale as you would imagine.
“T-Tate?” You ask him, when suddenly he fell back down. The boy landed down as he tapped on his stomach.
“Time to climb on your god!”
You ignore him, but do what he wants. You go over off his pants and stepping on his skin. You climb onto his chest, the boy smiling down at you.
You felt so nervous in return to him.
“I got a big chest don’t I? My whole body is big.” Tate said as you stepped onto his chest, walking around much like you were doing it before. “But I want you to tell me? Tell me how big I am.”
“You are big Tate.” You say a bit boringly up to him. “You are big enough to be my god.” Tate smiled when he heard this, cause it was all that he wanted.
“Hey, come here.” He said tapping right under his chin. “Climb right here.”
You do what he wants, getting close to his body and right under his eyes.
And then he sat his way up. Tate Sat his way up, and you lost your balancing. You give out a scream as you roll your way down his body once again.
You roll your way down, landing with his pants as you rolled down his bare chest.
“Hahaha,” Tate laughed, a large smile on his face as he looked down to you. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. I knew you would roll, it was so funny!”
You look to the door in response, hoping for the door to open wide and Liza to cut this game short.
And that feeling became a lot more, as he pushed his finger on you.
You felt yourself shoved down, before it grabbed you. Tate wasted no time to drop you back onto his chest.
His finger came down on top of you once again, as you get pushed down and unable to move your way around. He gave out a laugh, as he rubbed you into his chest.
“T-Tate, bit hard! Bit hard!” You shout up to him, not enjoying what was happening. He just gave out a laugh from what was happening, as he continued to rub you around. He didn’t bring you over to his nipple, which you would admit was the one thing that made this bearable.
He rubbed his finger on top of you, dragging it over you and enjoying himself. Eventually he took his finger up as you look up to him.
“Can we stop?”
“We barely started I’d say.” Tate laughed down to you. He went ahead and started to grab his pants. You see as he pulled them down, showing off his Tighty-Whity’s. Your eyes went wide, as you saw him take off his pants and put them to the side.
He was now in his underwear, and you were starting to feel uncomfortable.
While Tate was feeling excited. You felt his fingers grab you and force you up. You were standing tall, walking around awkwardly. “Now, march down onto my leg! March!” He barked at you.
He was getting a bit too into this game. He was now down in his underwear? The shyish boy you first met, was no longer shy. He was embracing his role of god.
“I said march little worshipper!” He laughed down to you, as he wanted you to move. You do what he wants, as you go and walk away. You walk your way down off his chest, moving down onto his leg. You got down and stepped onto his bare thigh, as you did what Tate wanted. You go down to his foot, and up to his hip. Stepping on his white underwear which you were feeling nervous about.
You go ahead and walk around for a while, until you felt like this has gone on long enough. “Okay Tate, can we stop playing please?” You ask up to him.
“Well, after one more thing I guess.” Tate said, as he moved his pants, and touched his... no.
“No, Tate don’t take off your underwear!” You shout up to him, which got him to frown.
“No I wasn’t going to get naked in front of you,” He said. “I just wanted you to get in there. I’m curious how it feels.”
“No! No! I’ve been playing this for you, but I’m putting my foot down with that.” You shout this way up to him, even crossing your arms in a determined manner to show that you were not up for it.
He frowned in return to you. In all fairness, he could make you. It’s not like Tate would have trouble just putting you in there, but at the same time. You didn’t want to go in there, and he should be kind to the tiny?
What does Tate do?
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