Dylan’s world spun as the underwear surged upward, the fabric tightening like a trap. He clawed at the cotton, desperate for a grip, but it was too late to escape. The massive legs filling the leg holes were thicker, more imposing than James’s, and the sheer scale of the figure above him made his tiny body tremble. Theo, oblivious to the minuscule intruder, towered like a god, his movements casual but earth-shaking.
Dylan’s gaze shot upward, and his breath hitched. A colossal ass loomed closer, its curves vast and overwhelming, descending with terrifying speed. The faint sheen of soap glistened on Theo’s skin, fresh from the shower, but a primal musk still lingered, sharp and heady, mixing with the clean scent. Dylan’s nose twitched, the blend of soap and raw masculinity flooding his senses.
“He… he just got out of the shower,” Dylan whispered to himself, voice quivering with awe and dread. “But that smell… it’s still so strong.”
Before he could say more, the underwear snapped taut, yanking him upward in a dizzying rush. His tiny body slid helplessly along the fabric, and with a lurch, he was pressed face-first into the warm, firm crevice of Theo’s ass. The cotton hugged him tight, pinning him against the smooth skin of the crack. It didn’t smell bad—Theo’s shower had left a clean, soapy warmth—but as Dylan’s face pressed deeper, a faint, earthy tang reached him, emanating from further in, where coarse hairs framed the hidden hole.
“Oh, crap,” Dylan squeaked, his voice muffled against the fabric and skin. “It’s… it’s not bad, but—ngh—that’s… that’s definitely coming from *in there*.” His cheeks burned as the musky undertone grew stronger, raw and intimate, a secret scent that made his head spin even as panic clawed at his chest. “Theo, you giant, you have *no idea* I’m here!”