Dylan gripped the coarse hairs of Tim’s massive thigh, his tiny muscles straining as he pulled himself upward through the jungle of dark, wiry fur. The warmth of Tim’s skin radiated beneath him, a living furnace pulsing with every subtle shift of the giant’s body. The musky scent of sweat clung to the air, growing thicker as Dylan ascended, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and reckless fascination. “You’re a damn mountain, Tim,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper against the giant’s oblivious bulk. “And I’m way too curious for my own good.”
Above, the giants’ banter rumbled on, their voices a distant storm. “You’re gonna regret skipping that study session, Tim,” James teased, his lean frame shifting on the couch, the movement sending a faint tremor through the cushion.
“Regret’s for tomorrow,” Tim growled back, his deep voice vibrating through his thigh, nearly dislodging Dylan. “Right now, I’m surviving on soda and vibes.” He chuckled, the sound a low rumble that made Dylan’s grip tighten.
“Vibes, huh? Keep telling yourself that,” Dylan hissed to himself, weaving through the hairy expanse. His eyes flicked upward, tracing the curve of Tim’s thigh where it disappeared into the loose hem of his shorts. The shadowed groove of the giant’s groin loomed ahead, a dangerous, intimate territory that both terrified and intrigued him. “Thigh’s safe, but… that?” He swallowed, his curiosity flaring. “That’s where the real adventure is. Gotta see it. Just a peek.”
He adjusted his path, angling toward the inner thigh, where the skin grew smoother and the hair sparser. But the surface was slicker too, faintly sweaty, and Dylan’s grip faltered. “Whoa—shit!” he yelped as his tiny foot slipped, sending him sliding down the curve of Tim’s thigh. He flailed, grabbing at stray hairs, but momentum carried him downward until he landed with a soft thud on the couch, just beside the base of Tim’s groin. “Okay, not the plan,” he panted, scrambling to his feet, his spear wobbling. “But… I’m here now.”
The groin loomed before him, a vast, shadowed expanse where the loose shorts gaped slightly, revealing the faint outline of Tim’s massive balls. The air was heavy, thick with the overpowering scent of sweat and musk that hit Dylan like a wave, making his nose wrinkle even as his curiosity surged. “Goddamn, Tim, you’re a whole ecosystem,” he muttered, stepping closer, his eyes wide. The fabric of the shorts was thin enough that he could make out the contours of the giant’s anatomy, each subtle shift amplifying the scale of what he was facing. Driven by a mix of awe and recklessness, Dylan reached out, his tiny hands brushing the shorts, feeling the warmth and faint give of the balls beneath. It was like hugging a mountain, the sheer size overwhelming. “This is insane,” he whispered, a grin tugging at his lips. “You’re unreal, big guy.”
But then Tim shifted, his massive thigh twitching as he adjusted his position on the couch. The movement was sudden, a seismic jolt that sent Dylan stumbling backward. “Oh, crap!” he yelped, diving to avoid being crushed as Tim’s groin settled lower, the shorts tightening briefly before sagging again. The shift left Dylan in a precarious spot—directly beneath the giant’s groin, the massive weight of Tim’s balls and thighs now looming overhead like a living canopy. The musk was suffocating now, the heat intense, and the faint pulse of Tim’s body vibrated through the couch, pinning Dylan in place.
“Bad move, Dylan, bad move,” he gasped, his tiny form pressed against the cushion, the overwhelming scent and warmth enveloping him. He could feel the contours of Tim’s anatomy through the thin shorts, the sheer mass of the giant bearing down above him. For a moment, he froze, heart racing, caught in a mix of thrill and terror. “Okay, gotta… gotta get out,” he muttered, wriggling carefully, trying to slide free without drawing attention. He pushed against the couch, inching backward, but the weight and heat above him made every move a struggle. “You’re a freaking planet, Tim,” he hissed, half-laughing despite himself. “And I’m way too deep in your orbit.”
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