You blinked at first, not quite sure what he was getting at until your eyes focused on those round nostrils of his, flaring ever so slightly above you. It took a moment to sink in, but once it did, your stomach knotted with fear. "....Mmphh!" You tried to protest.
"Oh yes~ I'll stick you right up my nose." He teased, nostrils still flaring slightly, almost in a hungry quiver. "What could possibly be more humiliating and disgusting? So fitting for a weasel-y little twerp like you! And it won't be quick either... You'll have plenty of air, I'm sure you'll be kept alive in there for days, suffering in a snotty, sweltering hell." You couldn't imagine a worse fate, starting to wish he'd step on you instead and make it quick. He chuckled and lowered his face to be level it with yours, allowing your eyes to trail from his nostrils up to the bridge of his nose, where you'd soon disappear, never to be seen again. And that's when it happened. An explosion of pleasure wracked through your body as you gasped, groaning out loud against his hand and writhing uncontrollably as you came in his grip, before everything went black.
Slowly you came to, finding yourself naked and laying on something warm and soft. You smile a little, feeling comforted for a moment until memories suddenly came flooding back to you. You gasp and sit up, looking around. You were resting in the palm of Chad's hand, his massive face looming over you. Every feature was easily bigger than you at your inch-tall size, and his nose.... You suddenly shuddered, feeling sick. "Oh god~" You couldn't tear your eyes away, staring up into those almost pitch-black nostrils, the entrance speckled with hair in disgustingly clear detail given your size. As you stared, he reached his other hand up and inched you between thumb and finger, lifting you closer to that horrible fleshy tunnel where no one would ever find you.
"Oh yes~" He said, excitement sparkling in his eyes. "Now I'm feeling generous, so I'm going to give you a choice." A glimmer of hope rose up in you. Maybe he'd let you go! "Head or feet first?" He said with a smirk, enjoying watching the hope fade from your expression.
Feeling utterly defeated, you finally answer back:
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