As you lay in the massive palm of Matt's hand, you found after you had tumbled out of the sock your boxers had slid. Down you quickly pull them up. Your a little mad to say the least from being place in a smelly sock.
As you look up at your pal, Matt lowers his hand and tips it. You find yourself falling onto the warm flesh of Matt's belly. His stomach and chest extends infront of you. A landscape of living flesh. Matt's two huge eyes gaze upon you with fascination. Still, there are those nagging questions you want answer, namly why were you shrunken.
The skin beneath you shakes as Matt begins to stir. "Man, I almost forgot. I have a few e-mails to send out," bellows Matt's voice. Two tree width fingers lift you up. Your brought over to the waistband of Matt's briefs. He extends to extend the elastic band. You wiggle in protest as he starts lower you in. However, Matt stops just below your shoulders. He slowly releases the waist band. Still, its weird to be stuck behind the waist band of your friend's underpants.
Matt sits down and starts typing away. You wonder if his e-mails have anything to do with you. You feel rising up over your legs the moist heat from Matt's groin. There is also a slight musky smell that escapes through the waist band. You feel so puny. Everything now is huge and out of reach by size and weight. Your in a giant world of new perils. A simple pencil falling on you could spell doom. Your even too small to budge the elastic waist band that keeps you trap against Matt's belly. As you hang there with arms flopping over the white and red stripped elastic band, you look down. Below you see jetting out in a rolling white mass; Matt's groin. Several years earlier in gym class, you Matt and your other friend Scott jokenly compared your manhood. Now your less than half the size of Matt's manhood.
After a while Matt gets up. You hear coming from many stories above, Matt's huge tired yawn. He goes back over to his bed. He releases you from the waist band. Matt stretches out on top. He places you on his back. In front of you rises up the back of his head that is covered with a short crop of brownish hair. You turn around and see the small cotton covered hill that is Matt's butt. You walk to the base of it and look up. Part of you is in awe, and you wonder if you should try to climb it. Or would that be too wild.
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