As his giant big brother's butt descended onto the computer chair, and gale force winds threatened to launch him into the sky, a tiny voice in Zach's head screamed for him to climb!
"Climb! Climb! Climb!" he shouted.
He lifted one hand up to try and grab the next denim thread, but the wind threw his hand into the air! His arm waved wildly, like an inflatable tube man in the wind.
Desperate, he tried to move his left hand to grab the right, but the same thing happened!
"Craaaap!" He screamed. He instinctively pressed his feet tightly beneath one of the threads, a last attempt to hang on. His entire body was being thrown around like an inflatable tube man, and after this is all over, he's going to laugh about it.
But Matt's giant butt finally made contact with the land below, the expansive seat of his computer chair.
A soft, almost dainty pomf in the macro world, was a deafening explosion of air escaping from the cable like threads of the cushion.
The force that Zach was travelling carried him downward, and he fell with a hard thwack onto the surface of the cushion below, almost 10 floors. Had he been normal sized, the fall most certainly would've killed him. But in the micro world, he was alive, with every bone below his neck shattered.
"Oh, uhuh," Zach could only grunt weakly, barely able to lift his neck to see a massive wall of denim before him, his big brother's giant butt.
"N-no, no," Zach softly whimpered as the massive cheeks began to shuffle closer to him, as his big brother was getting comfortable on the chair.
Overcome by the shadow of his big brother's denim butt, Zach's soft pleas for mercy became a crackling, guttural noise as his stomach and lower body were crushed.
In the macro world, Matt got comfortable, and ate his food in his room, sitting peacefully in his computer chair, while in the micro world, Zach was still alive, slowly but surely painfully bleeding out beneath the hot, crushing weight of his big brother's butt.
As if an act of mercy, a tiny, squeaky fart was pushed out of Matt's butt hole. For micro Zach, it was as if he were standing before a jet engine. The heat of the fart scorched his skin, and combined with the force of the fart, his tiny body was obliterated.
The particles of his remains were pushed into the threads and fibers of Matt's jeans and the cushion of the computer chair, where they would rest with the microscopic particles of fecal matter from Matt's farts.
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