This choice: Hide in a pair of undies • Go Back...Chapter #5Hide in a pair of undies by: SwiftyJ96   The shrunken daycare worker crouched on the smooth surface of the changing table, heart pounding in his chest. He had been here for what felt like hours, evading the wandering hands of towering children and the watchful eyes of the staff. His hiding spot was risky, but it was all he had. In front of him lay a massive pair of SpongeBob SquarePants underwear, bright yellow with grinning eyes staring up at him. The label inside read *“Ages 4.”* To him, the undies were a sprawling landscape, the cartoonish design somehow menacing in its size.
Cautiously, he stepped closer, exploring the towering fabric folds. The scent of detergent clung faintly to the material, but beneath it lingered a subtle, stale musk—a reminder of its previous wearer. He traced his fingers along SpongeBob’s wide grin, trying to plot his next move when the sound of approaching voices made him freeze.
The door to the room swung open, and in walked a giant daycare worker, her calm and comforting tone filling the air. She was holding the hand of a young boy, tears streaking his flushed cheeks. His small frame was damp, his shirt clinging to him as he whimpered, “I spilled water all over me.” The worker knelt to his level, brushing his hair back gently and assuring him everything was okay.
The shrunken man’s pulse quickened as he watched the scene unfold. The giant woman moved quickly, grabbing a towel and drying the boy off before reaching for the SpongeBob underwear on the table. Her massive hand loomed closer, the soft hum of her consoling voice masking the panic that erupted within him.
The shrunken man turned to run, scrambling across the fabric landscape, but fate wasn’t on his side. A loose thread snagged his leg, tangling him in place. He yanked at it, desperate to free himself, but before he could escape, her fingers grasped the waistband and lifted the underwear into the air. He dangled helplessly, his small body trapped against SpongeBob’s beaming face as the fabric was stretched wide.
The boy giggled softly, the tears drying on his cheeks, as the daycare worker gently slid the underwear up his legs. The shrunken man screamed in silence as he was pulled higher and higher until he was pressed firmly between SpongeBob’s grinning face and the soft, warm skin of the boy’s cheeks. The elastic snapped into place, locking him into his new prison.
The woman smiled warmly, buttoning the boy’s jeans over the underwear and patting his shoulder. “There you go, all dry. Go play now,” she said, sending him off with a gentle nudge.
The shrunken man’s world turned into chaos as the boy scampered off, his movements jostling and mashing the fabric against his body. He was pressed, pulled, and wedged deeper with every step. The heat inside the underwear was unbearable, a sticky warmth that clung to him as SpongeBob’s face loomed over him like a cruel, mocking sentinel. The boy yanked at his jeans periodically, digging into the waistband and tugging the underwear deeper into his crack, dragging the shrunken man along for the humiliating ride.
Time blurred as he endured the relentless torment of being smothered and squished. The boy sat on him during playtime, his weight pressing down like a crushing force. He would shift, fidget, and tug at the waistband, each movement grinding the shrunken man further into the folds of skin. Every now and then, the boy would absentmindedly pull the underwear free, giving a brief moment of relief before letting it snap back into place with a sharp sting.
By the time circle time rolled around, the shrunken man was drenched in sweat, his body aching from the constant abuse. He could hear the boy’s stomach gurgling ominously above, the low, wet sounds signaling trouble. The boy muttered quietly to himself, “Tummy hurt,” his voice trembling slightly.
And then it happened.
The sound was deafening—a thunderous blast that echoed through the fabric, followed by a sickening rush of heat and wetness. The shrunken man screamed as he was plastered against SpongeBob’s grinning face, the once bright and cheerful design now a foul, smothering nightmare. The mess spread quickly, engulfing him in its sticky, putrid embrace. The room erupted in laughter as the other children pointed and jeered, their voices cutting through the shrunken man’s despair.
“Farted!” one child shouted, giggling uncontrollably.
“He just farted!” another chimed in, their laughter ringing in his ears.
The boy shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks reddening as he squirmed in place. The teacher approached, her voice soft with concern as the other children’s laughter began to die down. “Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked gently.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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