Dylan’s eyes widened as he spotted it—a pair of dirty underwear, crumpled in a heap near the edge of the bed. The fabric, a faded navy blue, looked soft and inviting, its creases promising hidden folds to explore. The musky scent wafted toward him, stronger now, a heady mix of sweat and something primal that made his cheeks burn.
“Wow,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely a squeak in the vast room. “That’s… kinda perfect.”
His tiny heart thudded as he scurried toward the underwear, dodging a stray sock and leaping over a wrinkled t-shirt. The closer he got, the more the smell enveloped him, sharp and intoxicating. He reached the edge of the fabric, its threads towering over him like a woven cliff. He ran his hands along the cotton, marveling at its texture, warm and slightly damp.
“Alright, Dylan,” he muttered, hyping himself up. “You’ve come this far. Let’s see what’s inside.”
With a grunt, he hoisted himself up, climbing the folds like a mountaineer. The scent grew richer, a potent blend of musk and sweat that made his head spin. He slipped into a pocket of the underwear, the fabric curling around him like a cozy cave. It was warm, soft, and oddly comforting, like being wrapped in a forbidden secret.
“This is… amazing,” he breathed, nestling deeper. “I could stay here forever.”
He sprawled out, letting the warmth seep into his tiny frame, the musky aroma lulling him into a trance. The danger, the thrill, the sheer wrongness of it all—it was perfect.
But then, a loud click shattered the silence. The bathroom door swung open.
Dylan froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” he whispered, pressing himself against the fabric. Footsteps thundered closer, each one shaking the ground like an earthquake. He peeked out from his hiding spot, eyes wide with panic.
The underwear lurched upward, yanked into the air by an unseen hand. Dylan tumbled deeper into the folds, clinging to the fabric for dear life. “Not good, not good!” he squeaked.
Suddenly, the world tilted. Two massive legs slid through the leg holes, each one as thick as a tree trunk. Dylan’s gaze shot upward, and his breath caught in his throat. A colossal figure loomed above—a giant, unaware of the tiny intruder. The shadow of a dick and an ass descended, closing in fast.
“Crap!” Dylan yelped, scrambling to find a foothold as the fabric tightened around him. “I gotta get out of here!”
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