Matt sat on the edge of Daniel’s desk chair, his tiny body still damp from the sink rinse but feeling marginally less like he’d been marinated in gym gear. The dorm room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and Daniel’s pacing. His best friend was still shirtless, his practice shorts clinging to his hips, sweat from the day’s chaos still lingering on his skin. Daniel ran a hand through his messy hair, looking stressed but determined.
“Dude, I reek,” Daniel said, sniffing his armpit and wincing. “I gotta shower real quick before we do anything else. Can’t be texting science nerds smelling like a locker room, you know? You cool chilling here for, like, thirty minutes?”
Matt nodded, his voice still squeaky but steadier now. “Yeah, man, go for it. I’ll just… stay here.” He gestured to the chair, its fabric surface feeling like a vast, scratchy plain under his bare feet. The idea of being alone for a bit was daunting, but he trusted Daniel to hurry back.
“Sweet. Don’t move, okay? Last thing we need is you getting lost in my room.” Daniel grabbed a towel from his closet, slinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll be fast, then we’ll hit up some chem geeks, see if they know anything about that lab accident.” He gave Matt a quick, reassuring nod before heading to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.
Matt settled into the chair’s weave, his tiny legs dangling over a threadbare edge. The room felt enormous, the desk looming like a cliff, the bed a distant mountain. He tried to focus on the plan—contacting science students, maybe sneaking into the lab—but his mind kept drifting to the surreal reality of his size. And to Daniel, his best friend, who’d been so careful with him despite the awkwardness. Matt’s cheeks warmed at the thought, though he couldn’t quite place why.
Time crawled. The faint rush of water from the bathroom stopped, and Matt perked up, expecting Daniel’s return. Minutes later, the door creaked open, and Daniel strode in, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his phone in one hand as he typed with his thumb. Steam trailed him, his skin glistening, hair damp and sticking to his forehead. He was muttering to himself, distracted, not looking at the chair.
“Yo, Matt, you still—” Daniel started, but his foot caught the edge of the rug, and his towel slipped, pooling at his ankles. He didn’t notice, too focused on his phone, and kept walking toward the chair. Matt’s eyes widened as Daniel’s massive form loomed closer, his bare, muscular thighs filling Matt’s vision. He opened his mouth to shout, but his tiny voice was drowned out by the thud of Daniel’s steps.
“Daniel! Wait!” Matt squeaked, waving his arms, but Daniel was oblivious, turning to sit. Matt froze, heart pounding, as Daniel’s bare ass—still slightly damp from the shower—descended like a meteor. There was no time to move, no way to escape. Matt braced himself, but instead of fear, a strange curiosity flickered through him, his cheeks flushing as the shadow engulfed him.
Daniel’s weight came down fully, pinning Matt beneath the warm, soft mass of his ass. The chair creaked, and Matt was enveloped in a humid, musky darkness, pressed flat against the fabric. The pressure was immense but not crushing—Daniel’s body was firm yet yielding, and Matt’s tiny form fit snugly into the curve. The scent was raw, clean from the shower but still distinctly Daniel, a mix of soap and natural musk that made Matt’s head spin. He should’ve been panicking, but instead, his body tingled with an unexpected thrill, his face burning as he realized he wasn’t weird out. He was… intrigued.
A low rumble vibrated through Daniel’s body, and a small, sharp fart escaped, the smell sharp and earthy, lingering in the confined space. Matt’s nose twitched, but instead of recoiling, he found himself oddly fascinated, the intimacy of it sending a flush through his tiny frame. His cheeks were hot, a secret blush hidden in the darkness, as he squirmed slightly, not to escape but to settle into the sensation.
Daniel shifted, still scrolling on his phone, oblivious to Matt’s predicament. “Matt? Where you at, dude?” he called, his voice muffled through the layers of flesh. He leaned forward slightly, the pressure easing just enough for Matt to gasp a breath, but he stayed put, too overwhelmed to move.
Finally, Daniel stood, scratching his head as he glanced around. “Matt? You fall off or something?” His eyes landed on the chair, and he froze, spotting the tiny figure sprawled where he’d just been sitting. “Oh, shit! Dude, I sat on you! Are you okay? Fuck, I didn’t see you!” And shit I even farted on you too are you okay, I'm okay Daniel you said quiet trying to hide your feelings from Daniel as your still saying I'm good.
Matt coughed, pushing himself up, his face still flushed but trying to play it cool. “I’m… I’m fine, man. His voice cracked slightly, but he managed a weak grin, hoping Daniel didn’t notice the lingering redness in his cheeks.
Daniel’s face was a mix of horror and relief as he scooped Matt up gently, setting him on the desk. “God, I’m so sorry, dude. I was distracted. You sure you’re okay? You’re not, like, squashed or anything?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Matt said, brushing it off, though his heart was still racing. “Let’s just… text those science guys, yeah?”
Daniel nodded, still looking guilty, and grabbed his phone. As he typed, Matt sat quietly, trying to process the strange mix of embarrassment and fascination swirling in his chest still close to his naked best friend but. Whatever happened next, he knew Daniel had his back—and that was enough for now.
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