Dylan’s heart hammered as he squirmed beneath the suffocating canopy of Tim’s groin, the giant’s massive balls and thighs looming above him like a living mountain. The musky heat pressed down, the thin fabric of Tim’s shorts doing little to dull the overwhelming warmth radiating from his skin. Every faint pulse of Tim’s body sent a tremor through the couch, making Dylan’s tiny frame quiver. “Gotta move, gotta move,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he wriggled backward, his hands clawing at the cushion for traction.
Above, the giants’ conversation rumbled on, oblivious to his plight. “Man, I gotta go to bed,” James said suddenly, his voice cutting through the haze of Dylan’s focus. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Psh, lightweight,” Tim teased, his deep chuckle vibrating through his thigh, nearly shaking Dylan loose from his precarious hold. “Fine, ditch me. I’ll survive.”
Dylan froze, his eyes darting upward as James’ lean frame shifted on the couch. The movement sent a faint ripple through the cushion, jostling him slightly. “Oh, no, no, don’t—” he muttered, but James was already standing, his footsteps fading into the distance as he left the room. The absence of James’ weight left the couch eerily still for a moment, and Dylan dared to hope he might have a chance to slip free.
But then Tim relaxed.
With a low groan, the giant slouched deeper into the couch, his massive body settling with a lazy, seismic shift. His thighs spread wider, and his groin sank lower, the loose shorts sagging as the full weight of his balls and pelvis pressed down toward the cushion. Dylan’s eyes widened in panic. “Oh, shit—!” he yelped, scrambling to dive out of the way, but it was too late. The overwhelming mass of Tim’s groin descended, pinning him beneath the thin layer of fabric and the suffocating warmth of the giant’s anatomy.
The pressure was immense, like being trapped under a heated, living boulder. The musky scent enveloped him completely, thick and dizzying, mingling with the faint saltiness of sweat. Dylan’s tiny body was pressed flat against the couch, his arms splayed out, his body trapped beneath him. He could feel the contours of Tim’s balls through the shorts, the sheer scale of them dwarfing him, each subtle shift sending a pulse of heat and vibration through his tiny frame. “Tim, you absolute planet,” he gasped, his voice muffled against the fabric. “You’re gonna crush me without even knowing!”
He squirmed, his muscles straining as he tried to wriggle free, but the weight was unrelenting. The warmth was almost suffocating, the air thick with Tim’s scent, and yet Dylan’s reckless curiosity flickered through the fear. “Okay, this… this is nuts,” he muttered, a half-hysterical laugh escaping him. “I’m literally under your junk, man. This is next-level stupid.” He pushed against the shorts, his tiny hands sinking slightly into the give of Tim’s skin beneath, but it was like trying to move a mountain. The giant was oblivious, his faint hum of contentment rumbling above as he lounged, completely unaware of the tiny adventurer trapped beneath him.
Dylan’s heart raced, his mind torn between panic and a strange, thrilling awe. “Gotta… gotta find a way out,” he panted, inching his body sideways, searching for any gap in the pressure. But the heat, the scent, and the sheer overwhelming presence of Tim’s body held him fast, locking him in a perilous, intimate trap. “You’re a freaking ecosystem, Tim,” he whispered, half-resigned, half-amused. “And I’m way, way too deep in your world now.
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