He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking up to Daniel’s flushed face, then down to the waistband of his football pants, where the faint outline of his jockstrap hinted at what lay beneath.
“Uh… your shorts,” Matt squeaked, his voice barely audible. “Against your… cock. It’s the safest spot, right? No one’s gonna check there.”
Daniel’s eyes widened, his cheeks burning brighter. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away for a second before meeting Matt’s gaze. “You sure, man? I mean, it’s… it’s fuckin’ close quarters. Like, real close.”
Matt nodded, his tiny body trembling but resolute. “Yeah, it’s the only safe way. I trust you, Daniel.”
Daniel exhaled sharply, his broad shoulders relaxing a fraction. “Okay, dude. Let’s do this quick before the team barges in.” He stood, towering over Matt, and carefully pinched his tiny friend between his thumb and forefinger, lifting him with surprising gentleness. Matt dangled, heart lurching, as Daniel’s other hand tugged at the waistband of his football pants. The elastic snapped open, revealing the tight, white jockstrap underneath. Matt’s eyes dropped, and his breath caught. The jock’s pouch cradled Daniel’s cock and balls, the fabric stretched taut, outlining every curve. The sheer size of it from Matt’s perspective was overwhelming, like staring at a monument.
Matt glanced back up at Daniel, who was biting his lip, his blue eyes nervous but steady. “You good, Matt? Last chance to back out.”
“I’m sure,” Matt said, his voice firmer now. “Just… get me in there.”
Daniel nodded, his jaw tight. “Alright, here we go.” He pulled the jockstrap’s pouch forward, creating a small gap. The heat radiating from his body hit Matt like a wave, musky and intense. Daniel lowered Matt carefully, placing him just above his cock, nestled against the warm, soft skin of his balls. The texture was surreal—smooth yet slightly coarse, alive with Daniel’s pulse. Matt’s tiny hands gripped the skin for balance, his body sinking slightly into the warmth.
“Don’t move around too much,” Daniel said, his voice low and strained. “I, uh… get excited easy down there.”
Matt’s face burned, but he managed a shaky, “Alright, I’ll try not to.”
Daniel let the jockstrap snap back, the fabric pressing Matt snugly against his balls. The pressure was intense but not crushing, the warmth enveloping Matt like a cocoon. Daniel tugged his football pants back up, the waistband sealing Matt in darkness. The world shifted as Daniel started walking, each step sending Matt bouncing slightly against the sensitive skin. The rhythm was disorienting, and Matt clung tightly, trying to stay still as Daniel had warned.
Outside, the locker room door slammed, and muffled voices echoed—teammates flooding in. Matt’s heart raced, but Daniel’s steady stride kept moving. The bouncing intensified as Daniel picked up speed, weaving through the chaos. Matt felt the heat around him spike, and suddenly, the space seemed to tighten. Daniel’s cock twitched, growing harder, pressing Matt more firmly against the jockstrap’s fabric. Matt’s tiny body tingled, a confusing mix of fear and intrigue sparking in his chest.
“Calm down, man,” Daniel muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible to Matt. “Fuck, just… hold on.”
Matt tried to stay still, but the motion and heat were overwhelming. His tiny form slid slightly, brushing against the base of Daniel’s cock, and he felt another pulse of growth. He couldn’t tell if Daniel was embarrassed or… something else. Matt’s own body reacted, a faint heat pooling in his core, and he cursed himself for it. Focus, Matt. Just get to the dorm.
Finally, the motion stopped. Matt felt Daniel sit, the pressure shifting as Daniel’s thighs spread slightly. The jockstrap loosened as Daniel tugged his pants down, and light flooded in. Matt blinked, disoriented, as Daniel’s fingers gently plucked him free, setting him on the cool surface of a desk. Matt looked up, his tiny body still buzzing, to see Daniel slouched in a chair, his face flushed and his jockstrap still tented. Daniel’s eyes darted away, his hand rubbing his neck.
“Shit, Matt, I’m… I’m sorry,” Daniel stammered, his voice thick with embarrassment. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. You okay?”
Matt’s heart pounded, his tiny chest heaving. He was shaken but oddly exhilarated, the intimacy of it all lingering like a current. “I’m… fine,” he said, his voice small but honest. “It’s not your fault. I mean, it’s… intense, but we’re good, right?”
Daniel exhaled, a nervous laugh escaping. “Yeah, we’re good. Fuck, this is weird.” He leaned forward, his massive face hovering over Matt, his blue eyes searching. “You sure you’re okay? I didn’t… hurt you or anything?”
“Nah, I’m tougher than I look,” Matt said, forcing a grin despite his racing pulse. He glanced at Daniel’s still-hard jockstrap, then quickly away, his cheeks burning. “Just… maybe give it a minute to, uh, calm down.”
Daniel groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Goddamn it, man. Yeah, gimme a sec.” He shifted, adjusting himself, and Matt noticed a subtle curiosity in Daniel’s eyes, like he was wrestling with something unspoken. They sat in awkward silence, the air thick with tension, until Daniel’s breathing steadied, and the bulge in his jockstrap softened slightly.
Daniel carefully moved Matt to his thigh, the warm muscle a stark contrast to the desk’s cold surface, then pulled his jockstrap and pants back up. He leaned back, his massive form filling the dorm room chair, and looked at Matt on the desk. “Okay, so… what now? You’re still fuckin’ tiny, and we gotta figure out how to fix this. Or at least keep you safe.”
Matt nodded, his mind racing. The chem lab accident felt like a lifetime ago, and the reality of his situation was sinking in. But Daniel’s presence grounded him, their bond stronger than ever despite the bizarre circumstances. “I don’t know how to reverse it yet,” Matt admitted. “The lab’s locked down, and I don’t even know what chemicals hit me. But… I trust you, man. Maybe we start by finding someone who knows about this shrinking stuff. A professor, maybe? Or we could sneak into the lab at night.”
Daniel’s brow furrowed, his protective streak kicking in. “Yeah, but we gotta be careful. If the wrong person finds you, you’re screwed. Like, lab-rat screwed.” He paused, his eyes softening. “And, uh… we gotta talk about what just happened. I mean, I don’t want shit to get weird between us. You’re my best friend, Matt. That’s not changing, no matter how fucked up this gets.”
Matt’s chest warmed, a flicker of relief cutting through the chaos. “Same, man. We’re solid. Let’s just… figure this out together.”
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