Your in the bottom of the sweat pants pocket as it sways back and forth and up against Matt's leg. In the warm darkness you try to figure how you came to be in your present situation and why. You start to remember the day before getting something to eat after school with Matt and Scott. The only thing you can remember was leaving the table to go to the bathroom. When you came back both your pals did have a rather sheepish look about them.
During your trip in the pocket, Matt's tree width size fingers enter the pocket. You punch at the approaching massive digits but to no avail. The fingers wrap around you. You find yourself being gently turned about by the fingers. When you aren't being jostled about, a giant finger strokes the top of your head. You feel like some sort of pet mouse. After a few minutes the fingers retreat from your pocket world.
You soon start to hear voices coming from out side your fleece material prison. Movement stops. Your hear Matt's loud rumbling voice. It sounds like he is ordering food. You think maybe you should scream for help. You don't. Your too tiny to be heard through the thick sweat pants material. Matt's your friend you can't believe he would be out to harm you.
The movement begins again.
When the swaying of the pocket stops again, light and fresh air enter the pocket. On the heels of the rays of light come Matt's treewidth size fingers. You start kicking at them with your feet. The fingers still come. Encased in a wall of flesh you are pulled out of the pocket. The fingers retreat. You are there in the palm of Matt's hand. You feel uneay. For one you are a mere several inches, plus you are only in your bed clothes---a white tee-shirt and your white and red striped boxers.
The billboard size face looks down at you. The silence is broken as Matt's says, "I bet your hungry. I picked up some food." He places you down on his lap. Bringing his two knees together Matt creats a deep depression with his sweat pants. A deep depression you can't climb out of. At least nothing that wouldn't take time to climb.
Matt picking you up between his thumb and index finger places you back on his hand. With his other hand places bits of a McDonald Mc.Muffin down before you. Your so hungry you pick the pieces up and eat. Matt proceeds to eat too. As he takes his huge bits of food he is watching you with fascination, eat your food. Everytime Matt takes a swallow of his food, it makes a deep wet guttural sound.
When you are just finishing Matt's father's voice thunders, "Hey Matt aren't you going to mow the lawn."
"Getting right to it dad!" bellows Matt. His voice hits your ears like a passing freight train.
Matt stands up and quickly places you back in his pocket. You tumble down the layers of cotton back to the bottom of your pocket prison.
When you hear the sound of the lawn mower, pocket starts to sway. As time goes on, it becomes hotter in the pocket. Also, there is more of a body scent that permeates through the pocket. You wiggle with disguest when you find the pocket is starting to become moist with sweat.
You are relieved when you hear the lawn mower engine stop. Few minutes later you are pulled out of the moist pocket. Again you are lowered onto Matt's lap. Standing in the middle, your mind again goes to the thought, beneath your feet in gigantic size is Matt's manhood.
"Matt!" you shout up. "Please tell me whats going on."
Matt pets you on the head as he tells you, "I'll tell you later. But your ok. I'm not going to squish you or anything."
You glad to hear that but still you can only guess at Matt's motives.
Suddently you find yourself being pelted with large drops of warm and salty water. Its sweat coming off of Matt's forehead. "Sorry he says," as he stands up. Taking you between two fingers he wipes you off. But He wipes you off on the seat of his pants! Matt chuckles. "Sorry Corey couldn't resist doing that.
You make no reply but think about the face how you were passed over Matt's huge butt. Kinda makes you shiver.
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