The walk to Jack’s dorm was a blur for Matt, the rhythmic sway of the pocket lulling his racing thoughts into a haze of nervous anticipation. The familiar scent of Jack’s cologne clung to the fabric, grounding him slightly, but the quarterback’s earlier words—hot, cute, wild—kept looping in his mind, stirring a confusing mix of fear, trust, and something he couldn’t quite name. When they reached the dorm, Jack’s heavy footsteps slowed, and the pocket shifted as he unlocked the door. The faint hum of a fluorescent light and the creak of a chair greeted Matt as Jack’s massive hand slipped in again, gently scooping him out.
The dorm room was small but tidy, with a single bed, a cluttered desk, and a worn wooden chair in the center. Jack set Matt on the desk, his hazel eyes scanning the tiny figure with a mix of concern and curiosity. Matt shivered under the weight of that gaze, feeling exposed despite the relative safety of being with his friend.
“Alright, little dude,” Jack said, his voice low and steady as he pulled up the chair and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “We gotta figure out what the hell happened to you. Maybe it’s, like, some weird science experiment gone wrong or… I dunno, magic? But I’ll help you, I swear. Nobody’s gonna mess with you while I’m around.”
Matt exhaled, relief washing over him. “Thanks, Jack. I… I don’t even know where to start. I just want to be normal again.”
Jack nodded, his expression serious. “Yeah, I get that. But, uh…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “If I’m gonna stick my neck out for you, maybe you could do me a little favor first.”
Matt’s tiny heart skipped a beat. “A favor? What kind of favor?” His voice wavered, the playful glint in Jack’s eyes setting off alarm bells.
Jack leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I wanna know what it feels like… to, uh, crush you. Like, with my bare ass. Full weight. Just to see what it’s like, you know? Could be kinda cool.”
Matt’s jaw dropped, his tiny body freezing in shock. “W-what? Are you serious? You want to sit on me? Jack, that’s… that’s insane!”
Jack chuckled, the sound warm but laced with that teasing edge. “Come on, man, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re, like, super tiny. Bet you could handle it. It’s just a one-time thing, and then we’ll get to work on fixing you. Promise.”
Matt’s mind reeled, torn between disbelief and the strange pull of Jack’s confidence. “Handle it? Jack, you’re huge! What if you… I don’t know, squish me for real?”
Jack’s smirk softened into something almost reassuring. “I’ll be careful. I’m not a total jerk, alright? Just… think about it. You trust me, don’t you?”
Matt stared up at Jack’s chiseled face, the quarterback’s easy charm clashing with the absurdity of the request. Part of him wanted to say no, to demand they focus on his shrinking problem, but another part—a small, reckless part—felt a flicker of curiosity. Jack’s protectiveness, his promise to help, made the idea seem less dangerous, almost playful. Still, the thought of being under Jack’s full weight was terrifying.
“I… I don’t know, man,” Matt stammered, his tiny hands fidgeting. “This is a lot.”
Jack tilted his head, his eyes glinting with encouragement. “Just say yes, little guy. It’ll be quick, and then we’re square. I got your back after that.”
Matt’s pulse raced, his mind a tug-of-war between fear and trust. Finally, he sighed, his voice barely a whisper. “Alright. You can do it. But you better not kill me, Jack.”
Jack’s grin widened, a mix of excitement and mischief. “That’s my guy.” Before Matt could catch his breath, Jack stood, the chair scraping back with a loud creak. He scooped Matt up, his fingers warm and careful, and placed him gently on the seat of the wooden chair. Matt’s heart pounded as he looked up, the world towering around him.
Jack didn’t hesitate. He tugged off his shorts and underwear in one swift motion, tossing them aside. Matt’s breath caught as he craned his neck, staring up at the massive form above him. Jack’s bare ass loomed like a colossus, the curves of muscle and skin filling Matt’s vision, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
“You ready, little dude?” Jack asked, his voice husky, a hint of hesitation breaking through his bravado.
Matt swallowed hard, his tiny body trembling but resolute. “Y-yeah. Just… do it.”
Jack nodded, his knees bending as he lowered himself. The air grew warmer, the faint scent of Jack’s skin enveloping Matt as the massive cheeks parted slightly, descending. Matt braced himself, his heart thundering. At first, the pressure was gentle, like a heavy blanket settling over him. The warmth of Jack’s skin was almost comforting, the contact oddly intimate. But then Jack shifted, letting his full weight bear down.
The pressure surged, pinning Matt beneath an overwhelming force. He gasped, expecting pain, but something strange happened—the crushing sensation plateaued, his tiny body somehow withstanding the weight. Jack rocked slightly side to side, the movement grinding Matt deeper into the chair, and to Matt’s shock, the pain faded entirely. Instead, a surreal calm washed over him. The heat, the pressure, the sheer presence of Jack above him—it was intense, but not unbearable. In fact, it was… kind of thrilling. Matt felt like he was part of something massive, yet safe, cocooned in the strange intimacy of the moment.
Jack’s voice rumbled faintly, muffled by the weight. “You good down there?
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