Matt’s voice, muffled but tinged with a surprising thrill, squeaked out from beneath Jack’s weight. “I’m… I’m good, Jack. Actually… wanna go further?” His tiny body buzzed with a reckless curiosity, the overwhelming sensation of Jack’s presence sparking something he hadn’t expected.
Jack paused, his massive form shifting slightly as a surprised laugh rumbled above. “For real? Damn, little dude, you’re wilder than I thought.” He adjusted his position, the pressure easing just enough for Matt to catch his breath. “Alright, how’s this—I can make you feel the hole up close. Like, real close. You cool with that?”
Matt’s heart pounded, a mix of nerves and excitement surging through him. “Y-yeah… let’s do it.” His voice trembled, but the strange pull of Jack’s confidence, that familiar scent of his skin, made the idea less terrifying and more… intoxicating.
Jack grinned, his voice husky with mischief. “That’s my guy.” He shifted carefully, repositioning Matt with a gentle nudge of his fingers, placing him directly beneath the center of his bare ass. The air grew warmer, heavier, as Jack lowered himself again, this time aligning Matt with the most intimate part of him. The scent was overwhelming—musky, raw, unmistakably Jack. It filled Matt’s senses, and to his own shock, he didn’t recoil. Instead, drawn by some inexplicable urge, he pressed his tiny face closer, nuzzling into the heat and texture of Jack’s skin.
“Whoa, slow down, man!” Jack’s voice broke through, laced with surprised laughter. He lifted slightly, peering down between his legs to catch a glimpse of Matt’s tiny form. “You’re really into this, huh? Didn’t see that coming!”
Matt’s face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through him. “Shut up,” he muttered, his voice muffled but defiant. “It’s… it’s just you, okay? Your smell, it’s… I dunno, it’s you.”
Jack’s laughter softened into something warmer, almost affectionate. “Alright, little dude, you’re full of surprises.” He settled back down, more gently this time, letting Matt explore the surreal intimacy of the moment. The pressure, the heat, the sheer scale of Jack’s body—it was overwhelming, but Matt felt oddly safe, cocooned in the strange connection they were sharing.
After a moment, Jack lifted himself fully, scooping Matt up with care and setting him back on the desk. His hazel eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and respect. “You’re something else, man. So, what now? Still wanna fix this shrinking thing, or you good being my tiny sidekick for a bit?”
Matt, still catching his breath, managed a grin. “Let’s… let’s work on getting me back to normal. But, uh… maybe we can talk about this later.”
Jack winked, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, we’re definitely talking about this later. Count on it.”
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