“You do it” says the first giant handing you over to the other mans massive hand.
“Gladly” he says smirking down at you. He then enclosed his massive fist trapping you in a tight prison. You kick and flail every once in a while, to which the giant just gives you a quick squeeze making your prison tighter. You can feel them walking around and hear the muffled sounds of a plane being boarded but you never see it. Finally you feel the giant sit down and bring his fist up to his mouth as if he were stifling a yawn and whispers in at you,
“Listen up little guy, you belong to us now ok? We don’t necessarily want this to be upsetting for you but you clearly don’t have anyone that cares for you if you ended up like this in an airport so think of us kind of like your new family ok? Me and my partner Are headed to a resort in Mexico for a two week vacation in which your gonna help spice things up. For the duration of this flight I’m gonna keep you somewhere special! If I were you I’d probably enjoy it, having a god let me be so close to him. Take this time to think about how easy you want to make your life, ok runt?”
When the hurricane of whispers subsides you feel yourself moving, then the fist opens up and you realize you are in the giants tight t-shirt as you see his thick pectoral muscles covered beneath a dark forest of hair. The smell of cologne is strong. You are then placed in between the giant pectorals and tangled in with the hairs.
This is where you are left.
You hear the normal preboarding and safety stuff as the plane takes off and instead of struggle you just accept your fate. Every once and a while the giant squeezes his pecs together putting a bit of pressure on you. It makes the situation even hotter. This gives you an idea as you look at the skin below the hair slowly develop a shiny glistening.
As the temperature rises and you become sweatier you slowly slip from the thick worry chest hairs grips and finally you break free. This sends you onto the slick skin and you ride it down his abs like some sort of living slip and slide. You finally stop at the giants waste band. Poking your head out of the giants shirt you see his massive form is asleep. You climb out of the shirt and...
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