The rhythmic tightening of Theo’s grip sent shivers through him, a mix of terror and an undeniable, electric thrill. “This is insane,” he gasped, his voice barely audible over the muffled sounds of Theo’s movements. “I gotta get out—before this gets… worse.”
Suddenly, the motion stopped. Dylan froze, his heart hammering as the sock went still, suspended in Theo’s grip. A faint vibration cut through the air—a sharp, insistent ringing. Dylan’s breath caught. “What’s that?” he whispered, straining to listen.
Beyond the sock’s cotton walls, Theo’s deep voice rumbled, laced with irritation. “Ugh, now? Who’s calling me?” The sock swayed slightly as Theo shifted, presumably reaching for his phone. Dylan clung to the fabric, his fingers digging into the coarse fibers. “Don’t move too much, big guy,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “Just… stay calm.”
Theo answered the call, his tone clipped. “Yo, what’s up?”
A voice crackled through the phone, bright and urgent—Theo’s classmate. “Hey, Theo, you making it to class? I thought it was canceled, but the professor’s actually here. You need to be here in, like, five minutes!”
Theo groaned, the sound vibrating through the sock and making Dylan wince. “You’re kidding me. Five minutes? I’m not even dressed, man!”
The classmate laughed. “Well, hustle, dude! Don’t leave me alone with Professor Grump.”
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” Theo muttered, already moving. The sock lurched in his hand, and Dylan’s stomach flipped as the fabric swung wildly. “Oh no, no, no!” he hissed, scrambling for a better grip. Theo, oblivious, held the sock aloft as he rummaged for clothes, his massive fingers loosening their hold. In that moment, the sock tilted, and Dylan’s tiny body slipped free.
He plummeted, a scream caught in his throat, before landing with a soft thud on Theo’s naked body. The impact knocked the breath from him, and he sprawled, disoriented, on a warm, firm surface. Blinking, he pushed himself up, his eyes darting to take in his new surroundings. “Where… where am I?” he whispered, his voice shaky.
Dylan was on Theo’s lower abdomen, just above the groin, the skin taut and warm beneath him. He froze, his gaze drawn inexorably downward. Theo’s cock loomed before him, massive and still semi-erect, its sheer scale making Dylan’s head spin. “Holy… that’s… too close,” he stammered, his cheeks burning as he scrambled backward, trying to put distance between himself and the overwhelming sight.
His eyes flicked upward, tracing Theo’s colossal form. At 8 feet tall, Theo was a towering giant, his body a living landscape of muscle and hair. His chest rose like twin mountains, the pectorals broad and powerful, their curves defined but softened by a layer of flesh. Dylan’s gaze lingered on the biceps, massive and bulging as Theo moved, tossing the sock aside and grabbing a shirt. The arms were medium in length but thick with muscle, each flex sending a ripple through the skin that made Dylan’s perch tremble.
Lower, Theo’s abs were a work in progress—not quite washboard, but firm, with the faint outline of definition showing through. His legs stretched out like endless pillars, thick and hairy, the coarse strands glinting in the light. Dylan’s eyes followed them down to Theo’s feet, surprisingly average for his size, grounded firmly on the floor as he hurried to dress. The contrast between the massive thighs and those normal-sized feet was almost absurd, but Dylan had no time to dwell on it.
“Focus, Dylan,” he muttered, his voice raw. “You’re on a freaking giant, and he’s moving.” Theo was naked, his body a chaotic blend of power and warmth, and Dylan felt impossibly small against it. The faint musk of Theo’s skin clung to the air, and the heat radiating from his body was dizzying. “I gotta find somewhere safe,” Dylan whispered, glancing around. “Somewhere he won’t… squish me.”
But the sight of Theo’s body—its sheer scale, the interplay of muscle and hair, the overwhelming presence of his groin so close—kept pulling at Dylan’s attention. “This is too much,” he said, half-laughing, half-panicked. “Why does he have to be so… big?” His heart raced as Theo yanked on a pair of pants, the motion sending a tremor through the skin beneath Dylan. He scrambled to hold on, his tiny hands gripping a sparse hair. “Okay, okay, just… don’t fall. Don’t die. And maybe… don’t stare.”
Theo, still unaware of the tiny passenger on his abdomen, muttered to himself as he dressed. “Five minutes, yeah, right. I’m gonna be late, and Professor’s gonna roast me.” He grabbed a shirt, his movements quick and careless, and Dylan’s world tilted again. “Gotta move!” Dylan hissed, his voice a mix of fear and adrenaline. “But where?
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