You come to, laying on a field of white porcelain. It curves into the distance like a gigantic velodrome. Realising you’re tiny in size you begin to panic.
“FUCK! I’m on a toilet seat!” You scream to yourself as your heart drops to your stomach. Your brain runs wild imagining the dangers of being in a toilet surrounded by Dan and Seth. Their huge masculine asses spreading wide above you as they slam down, squishing you under their hefty cheeks like a bug. Or worse, pushing you into the bowl below to suffer as their raw, manly anuses unleash a torrent of horrific shit into the bowl containing you.
Looking up you see a huge monolithic tap arching across the sky. Relieved you realised your predicament isn’t that dire. Your tiny body has fallen to the bench top of the sink instead. You could almost kiss the porcelain ground in relief if it wasnt for the disgusting, sticky unwiped surface, strewn with old toothpaste spit spray and discarded shavings from their manly stubble.
The stray hairs quake with vibration as the door is flung open. Your eyes snap in its direction as the huge form of Dan appears.
Clad only in his red speedoes. His heavy, manly package hangs heavily in the elasticated Lycra. You can’t take your eyes off it as it begins to jiggle as his strong legs push him forward. The huge appendages lift his hairy feet up and slam them violently down, sending shockwaves through the jelly like fat that covers the muscle. His movements so titanic it is almost slow motion to your tiny eyes.
You fall to your ass as he strides up towards you. Looking up you watch as the landscape of his torso arches into the sky above you. You watch as his strong arms lift massive hands up to his face as he twists his jaw in his reflection of the mirror. The long fingers reaching out and colliding into his stubble, either side of a sore and swollen white head of a pimple. With a grimace he pushes firmly.
The last thing you see is the volcanic eruption of white and yellow pus arching across the sky into the mirror before your view is blocked by a wall of red. He leans into inspect the the damage, his bulge rolling over you like a steam roller.
You’re forced to lay back as the wall of spongey Red material pushes over you, rolling over you like a bouncy castle.
The heat, weight and stench is anything but fun. It smells of pure sweat and man musk. Your stomach lurches into your throat as you try to stifle vomiting from the stench.
You feel his huge form slowly slide back away from the vanity basin and to your shock, his thick film of sweat suctions you to the spongey bulge.
You look up the expanse of his body. The underside of his daddy belly jiggling as he steps back. You watch as huge hand comes into view. The immense digits spread wide before converging to reach towards you. His hand grips the elastic material as he powerfully begins to tug it down. The stretchy surface slingshots you upwards as you land with a soft bounce in his dense untamed pubic hair, nestled between his cock and balls. You hear the slick wet speedoes pull down as he is.
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