Michael is sitting at the computer. He is wearing dark jeans and a black shirt. You decide to run over to him for help. Well, you actually just want to get a closer look at your friend, you dirty macrophile. He isn't far- you make it to his feet in a second. You look at his socked foot, about the size of a building. You get a foothold (get it?) on his small toe and start heading towards his ankle. You look up at a towering leg that seems to ascend forever. You grab onto the riggid pants material and begin to climb. Getting a hold on the thread was simple and rock climbing lessons didn't hurt either. You make it onto his knee and you collapse out of breath. The sight however is well worth the climb. You look up to see a giant boy staring off, his chest is a giant wall sloping downward toward a large bulge, evening out to two peninsulas of blue land. You are on a god. Michael has become a giant, living planet for you to explore. You continue up his leg, forgetting to even call out for help. You make it to his thigh when you notice his pants are lowered. The blue ends, and a brownish, softer landscape continues for a few inches. Then it ends into a soft sea of black. You realize Michaels pants are lowered to his thighs, exposing his black boxer briefs. You look towards the computer and see flashing images of naked people. You hear a click and follow the giant arm above you to the computer mouse on the desk above you. Looking back towards Michael, you notice the bulge in black growing and growing bigger. Then...
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