Gregory sat up, groaning at the lumpiness of the prison cot; just because giant's have thick skin and don't feel things as much, doesn't mean they can't get back aches. Grinding his butt into the lumpy mattress, the huge giant didn't notice the tiny man underneath him, or the fact that he'd shoved the little guy further up his butt and spread his wedged legs out so that his tiny feet were squashes up between Greg's inner thighs and the sides of his ball sack. Standing up, Greg grabbed his tired old briefs and pulled them on, then got dressed in his beige-brown prison clothes. The cell door had opened, announcing it was time for mid morning activities. Greg walked out and joined the throng of other giant prisoners, standing at least a head taller than most all of them.
As for Liam, his personal prison had only gotten worse. As the giant had sat up and ground into the mattress, Liam had struggled to scream, no air reaching his lungs as the glute walls clenched and pulled the tiny man in deeper. By the time it stopped, the little man felt as though his ribs might crumble. Looking around with his decent night vision, Liam gulped as he looked up and saw the giant's puckered hole right above him. Liam tried to squirm away, but he found he was even more squashed in than before, even his legs were locked in place as they were squeezed between the giant's sack and thighs. Then the giant got up and started moving around. Each time the giant bent down to put on his underwaer and pants, Liam's body was pulled slightly away from the horrific orifice, but each time the giant stood back up, Liam was brought closer; like some freaked out Rollercoaster threatening to go over the edge but stopping just before each time.
Once clothed, the giant began to walk. Liam's world grew hotter and hotter, sweat springing up and dripping down the uncleaned walls to marinate little Liam. More than one drop drizzled down his face, making him sputter and cough, scrubbing his face into the hairy walls around him in a futile attempt to get the nastiness off him. Each step the giant took, his muscular cheeks ground against Liam, scrubbing and rubbing the filth coated hairs into him like walls of wire brush, scouring his flesh nearly raw and making him almost grateful for the lubricating sweat. Below, the thighs kept mashing Liam's feet into the soft, sweaty flesh of the huge sack, the tiny feet twitching and minutely kicking amidst Liam's pain, unintentionally stimulating the soft sack.
Finally, the giant reached his destination...
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