a half second later you crashed into Cory's muscled cheeks, the taste of sweat and filth lightly coating their hairy outside. you can feel your leg area his crotch with your torso wrapping around his hairy sack. your think it's over, but Cory just keeps pulling you up closer. your face begins to sink between the powerful cheeks, only a small layer of fat separating you from muscles that were now bigger than your entire body! around your legs, you felt his manhood pressing up against you, pulsing with a foreboding stiffness as your stretched out body began to conform to his shape, his family jewels held securely by your middle.
your face area slid between the firm glutes, hair scraping at your hypersensitive skin as you were pulled deeper and deeper in. the smell had gone from odorously bad to horrifically toxic, you could feel bits of past bathroom visits scraping against you as you were brought deeper in; with such firm and muscular glutes, you supposed it was hard working a wad of toilet paper back here.
finally, your main face broke into a slight space where the cheeks met, and there at the middle of it all, was the nightmare that would haunt your dreams for the rest of your miserable life. his hole! it was not a healthy sight. years of junk food and carbo loads for sports had left this backdoor in need of some repair. it was covered in waste and oozing oil, a few bits of toilet paper clinging to its outer edges form the few times Cory had managed to get this deep. your face was smooshed up against the wrinkled wall a half second later, the sweat and oils smearing over what was left of your face, bit of toilet paper getting stuck to your skin. your face was firmly pressed up to his hole, smothering you so that all you could smell here was his last meals after they had passed through him; you smelled beans.
with the strange effects of the shrinking and stretching, other parts of your body were picking up other smells. the manly musk of his sack, the urine that lingered around his shaft, but all of it smelled of an unwashed and sweaty body. and with your stretched-out body now covering everything and not allowing any air flow, it was only going to get worse.
you mentally gaged at the stench of his crotch and butt, screaming for him to let you go! but you couldn't make a sound. the best you could do was give off a near-silent humming noise that not even Corry could hear all the way up there. but, though he couldn't hear your screams, he did feel something. "Mmm, whatever you’re doing down there, keep doing it. feels nice. kinda tingly." his hand, after releasing its hold on your arms and legs, came forwards to caress the front of his crotch. you were horrified to feel his manhood start to stiffen and push at your legs as he rubbed at it. this made you scream more, but that was the last thing you should have done.
the vibrations from your screams traveled throughout your stretched body, stimulating his entire crotch area, especially his hole since it was right in front of your main face area. Cory gave another pleased moan, his hand massaging his shaft through your legs. and then, your legs were forced apart! not by his hand, but by the pillar that was quickly rising from between both his legs and yours.
Cory gave a chuckle. "Well, that's convenient. I never did get my girl to come over, so I guess you'll just have to help me take care of this instead. You're already being so very helpful." with that, he griped his shaft and started pumping.
it wasn't long before he was really going at it, breathing heavily between moans of pleasure. you were in hell. as he pumped his meat, his fist slamming down onto your lower body, his cheeks were constantly flexing. his hole was practically making out with you as it pulsed and flexed against your face area, slobbering liquid runoff from deeper in the hole. as for the rest of your body, your torso could feel the steady swelling of the hairy sack as it swung about, and with each pump that sent the sack swinging, your lower body felt the hit over and over again as the clenched fist came down. to your humiliation and horror, the smacks to your lower body were stimulating you to!!! the area of your crotch being pressed and rubbed up against the base of the giant's mighty manhood while your butt was pounded on from behind.
at some point, standing became too much for Cory and he fell back onto his bed, fist still pumping as his other hand snaked around and dug in between his cheeks. you felt his fingers jab into you from behind, jamming your face into the happily flexing hole. as his fingers stabbed and pushed at you, stuffing your face forwards like a tissue paper, your face was pressed deeper and deeper into the hole, slathering you in the slimes that congregated near the entrance. your screams were a constant stimulus to the sexed up giant and he enjoyed every second of them.
as he neared the climax, everything started clenching harder and harder around you. his fingers shoved and stretched your face area to its absolute limit inside the hole, causing you unimaginable amounts of pain and agony as they continued to dig deeper. finally, everything stiffened and froze for a split second. and then the giant shot his load. he had been partially laying back, so much of his mess fell back onto himself, including onto his new underwear. you felt hot, sticky slime splatter onto your lower body, some of it drizzling down onto your torso and seeping in between your legs as they were still spread around the giant's deflating manhood. the giant collapsed fully onto his bed and laid there huffing.
even as his fingers left his butt, your face area remained trapped inside his hole, the muscled ring closing around you possessively. soon the giant recovered and did a lazy job of cleaning himself up, leaving a lot of his quickly drying body fluids still on you. "Man, I haven't come that hard in a long while. You felt great down there." he sat up and tucked his still messy meat back in between your legs, pulling the sides together and making sure they would stay closed. "We'll have to do that again later. I gotta get to class now. Can't wait to see how you feel during practice later." he got up off the bed, giving his crotch a lite smack, hurting your hypersensitive body but leaving himself feeling good. "You better do a good job of keeping my sweat taken care of. I get some really bad butt and crotch sweat during these hot late summer days and I don't want people noticing. Got that?"
with that, he started getting dressed. you felt every bend and twist as he picked up some clothes from the floor. strangely enough, not only could you see the inside of his butt, balls, and pubes, but you were also seeing the world outside. you could see every time he bent and picked up a shirt and gave it a whiff before tossing it and finding another. he seemed more concerned about finding a good shirt than anything else. when he grabbed a pair of socks that looked the same, he gave them a whiff and pulled back quickly from the smell. then he just shrugged and tucked them into the side of his underwear, forcing a whole new stench upon your senses.
then he grabbed a pair of shorts that were sitting under some other clothes; they looked very well used and very unwashed. "Ha! I was wondering where these went! my lucky shorts. Oh, I'm definitely wearing these today." with that, he bent down and immediately started pulling the shorts on.
The smell came as the shorts came near, right before he bent to slip them on, they were rancid. They smelled as if they’d been sitting on his floor for months, after he’d been wearing them for a week. The scent of stale sweat, and past farts was soaked into every fiber. You didn’t think any amount of washing could rid these poor shorts of that stench.
You watched as he slipped the garment over his feet and started to pull them up, your horror building with every inch they climbed. You could see the fabric start to stretch and strain as it got past his knees, the shorts being too small for him to wear. You hoped he would realize that and decide not to wear them, but he was determined.
Soon, the edges of the fabric reached you, sealing you in darkness as it was forced up towards Cory’s waist. It made it over his prominent crotch easily enough, but the giant hit a snag with his butt cheeks. You felt his cheeks squeeze and clench tight as he tried to get the shorts on, crushing your upper body within their vice like grip. Finally, he got them up the last little bit, giving you the barest hint of relief from the pressure.
Now your body was completely trapped withing the rank confines of Cory’s pants, your legs holding his meat, your torso wrapped around his jewels, your upper body smooshed between his cheeks, and your face stuffed up into his hole, all of this held tightly in place by a pair of long unwashed shorts that were at least two sizes too small.
Not wasting another thought on you or your condition, Corry simply finished getting ready, grabbed his bag and headed off to class. He had a long day of lectures ahead of him and a hard couple of hours of practice after. He was really looking forwards to breaking in his new pair of purple briefs. Maybe he’d make a call to his secret boyfriend later and they can really see what this tiny can do.
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