Matt’s voice, small and strained, barely pierced through the heavy warmth enveloping him. “I’m… I’m good, Jack, but—get off, man! I need a break!” His tiny hands pushed futilely against the overwhelming pressure of Jack’s skin, a mix of relief and panic coursing through him.
Jack froze, his massive form still for a moment before he let out a low chuckle. “Alright, alright, little dude, hold up.” The pressure eased as Jack carefully lifted himself, the chair creaking as his weight shifted. Cool air rushed over Matt, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat, and he gasped, sprawling flat on the wooden seat, his tiny chest heaving.
Jack turned, crouching to peer down at Matt, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and concern. “You okay? Told ya I wouldn’t squish you.” He grinned, but there was a flicker of worry in his expression as he scratched the back of his neck.
Matt sat up, his body trembling but unharmed, his mind reeling from the bizarre experience. “Yeah… I’m fine. That was… a lot, Jack. Like, way more than I signed up for.” He forced a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I need a minute before we do anything else, okay?”
Jack nodded, pulling his shorts back on and plopping into the chair beside the desk, careful not to jostle Matt. “Fair enough. Gotta say, you handled that like a champ. Most guys would’ve freaked.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his tone softening. “So, what now? You wanna talk about this shrinking thing? I’m serious about helping, you know.”
Matt exhaled, the adrenaline fading as Jack’s steady presence grounded him. “Yeah, let’s figure out what the hell’s going on with me. But no more… experiments for a while, alright?”
Jack laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Deal. Let’s get you back to normal, little dude.”