"Well Little Guy" Tom Booms "Now that we found ya, we dont want you getting lost now do we?"
He reaches into Frank's toolbelt, pulling out a length of sturdy string. He wraps it around your tiny body, making sure it is tight.
You squirm and fight in protest, slipping between the fingers of the giant. You fall for what seems a long time, landing with a thud on the concrete.
Tom as if by instinct slams his foot down to stop you getting away. You feel all the air expelled from your lungs and immense pressure from the dirty boot. Luckily you arent dead.
Your small size must mean you can survive crushing and being without oxygen.
Tom bends down to pick you up. On his haunches, his massive cock and balls strain against the tiny workshorts. The smell of groin sweat wafts over you as it carries on the wind.
He grabs the length of string "tisk tisk tisk" he scolds "You really shouldnt try and run away at your size"
He returns to standing position. you dangle in the air. "Hold onto him for a sec frank" He says as he hands you to the other giant. Frank holds you infront of his face. He blows heavily, sending you spinning in the air on a wave of beer scented breath. He cracks up laughing at your miniscule state, revealing a wide, cavernous mouth filled with enormous teeth.
"Okay Mate I'm ready" Tom Booms. "That was a pretty arsey move little guy" he laughs at you
Frank lowers you down, you dangle at groin level with frank as he fiddles with the string up above you. You feel it being tied around something. You nearly snap your head back and stare up the valley made by the two sweaty giants standing close together.
"But this is what a real arse looks like"
You see the string has been tied around the belt loop of Tom's workshorts. You are yanked upwards and dangle against the hard, firm cheeks of your co-worker. In between the cleft of the bubble butt you begin to fight and squirm again
"OOOH I like that" Tom coos. He flexes his cheeks together, creating more of a cave that you slip into.
He begins to stride across the workyard, begining to completely ignore you. The smell is pungant and stings your nostrils. Suddenly you feel the string being pull and the enormous world around you moving.
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