The Giant sit back down and you are once again trapped in darkness and pressure. This time it seems the rolled-up edge of the Giants undergarment has rolled up along his inner buttcheek even more, and it is putting even more focused pressure onto your puny body. Not to mention it seems the stench has gotten worse now, you hadn't paid much attention to it before when you were distracted by the weight and general lack of breathing, now it's VERY noticeable.
The Giant shifts in his seat, grumbling as he grinds you deeper into his fatty cheek on top in the grungy Furs on bottom. Suddenly the giant leans forward again, your hopes sore Until you realize that you've become stuck to his horrid skin thanks to all the sweat and grime. You watch as his massive hand comes down underneath him, you stop breathing for a moment thinking that he's found you - you have mixed feelings about that Prospect right now. But instead of going for you, the hand grabs the rolled Edge of his undergarment, gathering you up along with it.
As his massive fingers, all of them bigger than you, crash into your tiny body, they force the air out of your lungs. As his tree sized fingers kneed and twist the dirt encrusted cloth back into position, you wind up trapped inside the foul smelling fabric. With everything closed off now, the stench and body heat are drastically increased. Sweat quickly starts to pour down your face, soaking your clothes, it took you a minute to realize that it wasn't just your sweat but the Giants to. And that stench, eggy and foul, like the dump sight for all the porta potties after a rock concert.
Once the giant had finished adjusting his loincloth, he sat back down again to relax in front of his now much more active fire. You are crushed all over again between the butt and The Furs, only this time you were inside the disgusting fabric that is used to cover the massive man's crotch area and posterior, something you don't think has been washed since the Giant first started using it long ago.
Again the Giant started shifting around in his seat to get comfortable, crushing and grinding you under him. Your only salvation came from the fact that there was just enough layers of fat on his muscular glutes do not just squish you immediately. During the few minutes the giant was shifting , you suffered throughout your entire body, feeling it was on the cusp of being crushed out of existence. The stench of the definitely unwashed giant invaded your nostrils, making you choke when you had enough air in your lungs to do so, which in turn, allowed grimy sweat and blubbery flesh to force their way into your mouth; the taste so putrid that you would retch if you had the time to really think of it.
When the giant finally settled and relaxed into his chair, instead of experiencing the same all-consuming Crush from before, you instead found yourself wedged into a space between his bulbous butt cheeks. The stench and grime were worse, but at least you weren't being smashed to death. Then the Giant settled further into his seat and you realize just how dangerous your new position was.
As the cheeks on either side of you relaxed in the weight of the giant pressed more on top of you, he found yourself slipping in between the two glutes. You tried struggling - you finally had room for that now - you tried grabbing hold that filthy fabric that covered the Giants nether regions, but it was no use, your struggles only seem to make you slip between the sweaty cheeks faster.
You finally stopped at the point where the cheeks were pressed most closely together, thankfully before you went deep enough for you to see something you never wanted to see for as long as you lived. Because of all the pressure keeping you in place, you were once again immobilized, only slight air flow from up above allowed you to keep breathing, though the air was tainted. All you could do at this point is wait, the ball was in the unaware giant's court now.
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