Dylan clung to the damp fabric of Tim’s underwear, his fingers digging into the slick material as he inched toward the waistband. The air was still thick with the lingering stench of Tim’s silent farts, a suffocating mix of musk and acrid heat that coated his throat with every breath. Sweat dripped from his brow, his clothes plastered to his skin, but his reckless determination kept him moving. “Almost there,” he muttered, his voice hoarse but laced with stubborn grit. “Just gotta get outta this swamp.”
Suddenly, a low tremor rolled through Tim’s body, and before Dylan could brace himself, the giant shifted. The massive cheeks swayed side to side, the motion sending Dylan tumbling like a pebble in a landslide. He flailed, grasping at the underwear to keep from sliding deeper into the crevice. “Whoa, whoa, Tim, easy!” he yelped, his tiny body bouncing against the hairy, sweaty expanse. The fabric stretched and twisted, but thankfully held him in place, keeping him from plunging back toward the pulsating hole.
The farts seemed to have stopped, at least for now, but the oppressive heat and musky odor clung to the air like a fog. Dylan sprawled against the underwear, catching his breath, his heart pounding. The rhythmic contractions of Tim’s hole were still visible in the dim light, a looming reminder of the danger—and the strange allure—below. He wiped his brow, his reckless grin flickering as he weighed his options. The waistband was closer now, freedom just a climb away. But that curiosity, that damn itch for adventure, still tugged at him. The heat, the smell, the sheer absurdity of it all—it was overwhelming, but it was also unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
“Alright, Dylan,” he murmured, glancing between the waistband and the daunting, warm presence of Tim’s hole. “You’ve made it this far. Do you push on, see how deep this rabbit hole goes? Or do you crawl out, live to fight another day?” His eyes lingered on the puckered muscle, its faint movements almost hypnotic. The smarter move was escape, but the thrill of the unknown whispered to him, daring him to stay.
He took a deep breath, the musky air filling his lungs, and nodded to himself. “I think I’ll choose to…”
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