Fifteen Minutes (-) Book 1

Fifteen Minutes - Part 1

It was late on Friday evening as I was finishing up at work in some projects as I awaited my friend to get his lazy ass into the city from his day being unemployed on the couch and join me at the gym down the street. I sent him a text from the bunker that was my office "Mate, where r u?" After a few minutes wait my phone buzzed with a snap chat message. As opened it I jolted. There, a photo had been sent through of Ben sitting on his couch with his fingers pulling the leg of his gym shorts and ratty underwear out to reveal a big swollen ballsac with the caption #nutreadyyet and a huge shit eating grin on his face.

Ben was my best friend. We did everything together despite being worlds apart. We were long time gym buddies, he and I shared a lot, same street, same school, and until recently same body type. Whilst I was fit and alright, my work had taken over my social life and left me with little time to get to gym. Ben however was living off his parents money and spent all day lazing until he could get to the gym religiously He'd since swollen in muscle size considerably. And I swear all that protein he had been taken had increased his gross oily body hair tenfold. Especially his arse, which he never failed to moon his mates with when he got drunk. I text back "Hurry up, you've got 15 minutes" and leave my desk.

I headed to the bathroom to get changed early. I squeezed into the cubicle. My 6 foot 2 frame smooth and moisturised as I slipped off my work clothes and into my gym clothes with ease. I was a neat freak, and proud of it. I exited the stall and inspected my clean shaven jaw in the mirror. Looking back I saw the second stall had left the lid up. Unable to let it slide I stepped in to knock the lid closed with my foot. As I stepped in I recoiled in horror as a thick log of human shit bobbed about in the water. "I work with fucking pigs" I mutter as I slam the lid and give the toilet a much needed flush.

My bang was accompanied by a louder one outside. I heard a loud banging from the office kitchen and cautiously left the bathroom to investigate. There in the kitchen I saw an enormous brute of a man in his janitors uniform furiously slamming his calloused paw on the counter top. It was Vik, our resident cleaner for my company. A former strongman in his home country of Russia he had moved over to study and was working with us to make ends meet.

He was a huge man. Easily seven feet tall with tan skin and short hair, broad nose and dark stubbled jaw that carpeted around a set of plump lips. In his mid 30s his commitment to the gym had kept him in fantastic shape. Easily 130kgs of muscle with an unshakable layer of fat. A thick pelt of hair coated his body down his torso and and through his crack. His size too small t shirts would often reveal the dense thicket leading to his deep dark coin slot. I'd often have to stifle a vomit when I witnessed a casual finger of his descend into the filthy pit as he worked.

I sidled up to him as to see what was the matter as he smacked the tabletop violent "Dammnit! does no ones understand dat if you leave foods out, we get buggy infestations!" He mutters in thick Russian accent before seeing me "Joel! How are you?!" His huge body explodes wide as a bulging chest strains his blue polo shirt and compresses around me in a bear hug. I cough as an oily tuft of his hairy chest smooches against my face.

"I'm good mate, what's the matter here?" I probe. He shakes his head "Just fightin losing battle with these iddy * Slam! He thwacks a tiny ant "Buggys. I hate dem!" He grimaces before smiling and wiping his hand on the seat of his shorts "but how's you, going to gym I see" I nod "yeah just waiting for my lazy mate Ben before we head.

His eyes light up "Oh reminds me! Thank you for letting me use your work computer with my home works. I got present to thanks you" he says as he stomps to his cart to his worn old backpack. As he rummages through his gym bag a yellowed old sock falls to the floor with a disturbingly moist thwock. My eyes red are transfixed on it before he laughs "Aha's I gots it!" As he retrieved a protein shaker. Stomping, the best way to describe his gait, over to me he pushes it into my hand with a strong enthusiasm i almost feel my wrist snap. "Dis is good proteins shake from home. Family recipe, helps make you bigs and strong like me!" He drums his thick chest, before reaching under his shirt to massage muscle belly. "Just be carefuls don't drinks too much too fast cause upset tummy" he says sincerely as his fingers scrape through the dense thicket of his belly hair.

"Speaking of, I think someone left a bit of a mess in the men's bathroom earlier, sorry to cause more work on a Friday afternoon" I apologise but I'm met with an explosive laugh followed by sheepish smirk "Oh noes that was me, I have too much of dis at lunchtime" he says, tapping the shaker. Disgusted my phone vibrates as Ben texts "Out front scrawny" I thank Vik for the gift and let him know he can use my computer as much as he needs "Thanks you, I hope to not be here late, I would like to get work out in later too".

I catch the lift to ground floor and find Ben. As we start walking he gleefully snatches the protein shaker from my hand "What's this?" He enquires. I shrug "a coworker gave it to me, some family recipe protein shake. You can have it if you want. It looks like it works." Ben isn't one to refuse. Free drink and gulps the milky concoction down. Followed by a deep gurgling burp which he collects in his mouth before pursing his lips to blow in my face. An excited cackle accompanies my coughs as I gag at the horrid stink of the concoction. He laughs "Pwfoar it better work it tastes nasty, careful mate I'll be crop dusting you all workout!" He says as he locks me in s headlock playfully. My head rummaged up against his pit. It reeks of pure sweat "God damn Ben, did you even shower to-" "Nope!" He cuts me off as he lets me go. "Spent all day sitting on my ass watching tv, cuz I can" he says with a loud thwack of his thick ass cheek through his gym shorts "I'm spending all weekend doing it too sucker!" He exclaims.

I sigh and shove him "Ugh I wish! I'm working all weekend" I lament "I wish I could get to be like you, and spend the whole weekend with your ass on the couch" i finish as I turn the corner to the entry to the gym.

We step up to the counter to swipe our cards when the cute receptionist Lucy greets us "hey how you boys going?" She asks chirpily. Her boyfriend Dan the personal trainer sits behind the desk, shooting me dirty looks as he knows that Lucy and I have flirted before. Despite never getting together. To break the silence Ben responds smoothly as I stumble over my words before sheepishly moving on.

Ben laughs as we round the corner "Baha dude you gotta get confident, or she'll never talk to you! And hers is an ass you don't wanna miss out on tapping" he says gesturing to it in the gym mirror, sitting proud and perky in her tights. I shove him towards the lockers "cmon lets do this" I say exasperated.

We drop our bags off and Ben's eye catches something in the open lockers. He shakes it off and we continue to the weights section. We start with the dumbbell curls to warm up. He is 3 weight levels above me as he starts curling his massive biceps up towards his huge pecs. Standing in a singlet with gym shorts that sag around his arse, revealing a ratty loose pair of undies which barely grip his legs, which are swollen from years of squats and descend to thick calves bursting from his dirty old gym shoes he has had since I've known him. he focuses on himself intently as his thick arms swell and strain with each lift.

In between grunts he laughs "so, mate, would ya rather..." He starts, one of his favourite games "play with Lucy's tits, on the condition that you lick ummm that guys sweaty nipples first?" He says pointing to an overweight guy peddling at the bike with clear dark patches under his man boobs "or play with Lucy's arse on the condition you have to kiss that guys ass?" he laughs pointing at a twinky guy doing lunges.

I sigh at the question. He wags his eyebrows at me, encouraging an answer. Knowing better than to not play along I relent "is it just the nipple?" He nods "yeah but he's just finished workout so they're extra salty.

"And is it cheek or crack?" He pauses his lift and thinks expressively "just the cheek but it's clean despite being a bit hairy. Not my ass hairy, but hairy enough" he laughs.

I answer "I guess I'd go cheek, at least he looks clean" he slaps my back "I knew it! My boy can't get enough of da Lucy caboosey".

We continue on with our workout, pushing ourselves hard til we're both drenched in sweat. He bends down to pick up some weights, revealing the yellowed, stained elastic of a pair of old tighty whitey underwear.

Ignoring the sight I pull up the incline bench to start doing chest press as he claps his hands "yeah boy my favourite! Try all you want but you'll never get muscle Tittys like these!" He says, reaching his calloused hands out to the side of my face. The skin toughened from the metal weights, reeking of iron and sweat as he pulls my face in to motorboat his muscled pecs. His strong muscles clenching tightly around my face as oily hairs come loose in my mouth. I push him of "plegh gross!" I scrub my face and mouth with my gym towel. He just laughs "you love it! I'm hilarious" he says whilst still flexing his pecs to his amusement in the mirror.

He loads the barbell up for me as I start first set. Struggling I shut my eyes tight and groan and fight to complete the set. My chest feeling like it's on fire as he taps me and helps me off the bench. I lift my towel off and dab my face as he slams down on the bare bench. To mock me he lifts the weight with ease "whoaaa this is so hard" he sarcastically groans before re reracking and standing up. Leaving a distinct ass print on the bench with a wet stain. I grumble "are you ever gonna get a towel, that's so gross." I point to it before covering it with my towel "I might as well wipe your ass sweat directly onto my face I grumble as I regrip the weight bar. Clenching my eyes shut I get half way when I hear him giggle "like this?"

As I open my eyes I peer upward to see him poking his bare arse over the top of the incline bench, right above my forehead. The ass is huge, two thick, hairy globes, divided by a tangled mass of oily black arse hairs that fill the deep crack til they push out like a rainforest canopy. The distinct smell finally wafts to my nostrils of salty sweat and years of poorly wiped shit. Before I have time to react he bobs his ass and sticks out his pink tongue over his lips "Pplp Pplp Pplp" he blows raspberries imitating his habitual farts. I go to push it away instinctively, not realising his sheen of sweat would force my hand to slip and graze the hairy crack. He laughs as I slip off his slimey ass, Before giggling "careful mate, not many things go in there and come back out. It's like the Amazon jungle in there, or the Ben-azon as I call it" he laughs at his stupid joke whilst pulling his shorts up.

I stand up and punch him hard in the chest "fuck off man, go borrow a towel now!" I demand he pretends to be offend "oh alright, I gotta go take a shit anyway, that protein shake had gone right through me" he responds as he about turns on the spot, arching a heel upwards to comically rip a fart, a deep thick one that he uses his hands to waft in my direction. Leaving me with that parting gift he heads to the locker room to pay for a spare towel. Not wanting to breath in, I shout out to him "don't take too long! Get back here in 15 minutes or I'm bailing" he doesn't reply, just extends a muscled arm up with a big thumbs up as he left the weights area.

I sit back down and play on my phone waiting for Ben to return when a cute voice pipes up "hey, could you show me how to change that bench?" I look up to see Lucy standing there in full gym attire. Nervously I scramble "oh oh yeah of course" as I show her the handles to change the incline of the bench. She stretches as she smiles "I never really come in here because usually this place is full of big dumb jocks with big dumb egos, no offence to your friend, who wouldn't help me without making a move I bet." She explains as I nod in silence "but I've seen you, you're not like them, you actually clean up around here which we've all noticed." She says stroking my arm. The moment is broken by Ben throwing a towel into my face from across the room "there ya go joely!" He laughs. Almost at same time Dan's booming voice rings out "Yo, Lucy, cardio time!" He says tapping his Fitbit watch.

Lucy sheepishly laughs too "well I'll get going, I should do some biking but I'll come back and see you when I need your help on the bench again?" She smiles as we both nod before she almost skips off.

As she leaves Ben embraces me in a sweaty hug "go joely!!! And here I was thinking I had the best news!" I smile, love struck. Before I realise what he just said. "What's your good news Ben?" I ask.

He reaches to his pocket and pulls out a weird metal device, it looks like a fancy beard trimmer but thinner. "I saw this poking outta someone's bag. It's a fat zapper, but I saw this post on YouTube where you can" he fiddles with it "do this!" As he turns the dial and prods a 20kg Weight before it zaps down to the half the size of a penny. We both drop our jaws in awe.

"Why would anyone need that?!" I exclaim as Ben laughs back "I dunno but it's so cool!" We zap and return some other equipment around the gym. Lifting 100kg dumbells like children's toys before returning them.

After a bit Ben stares down at the device as I ask "what could we do next?" He slyly looks up, his eyes focuses deep on mine.

I know immediately what he's thinking "no way" he grabs my shoulder as he tries to convince me "cmon it'll be funny!"

I shake my head to which he responds "how bout this, we do it for 15 minutes, then you do it to me I promise!" I can't believe he is trying to convince me. I continue to listen.

"See the things are unbreakable when shrunk so you'll be safe. Plus you're a control freak that's why you're working yourself to death. This is perfect opportunity. Cmon give yourself just 15 minutes where you're not in control. Trust me, let me do this for both of us.

I lower his hands and slowly nod. Closing my eyes I repeat after him "it's just fifteen minutes, I'll be safe, it's just fifteen minutes.

He rubs the back of my hair "there we go, you ready?"

I nod as I feel the bumpy edge of the zapper press into my stomach as he grins and clicks the button. The zap shoots through me. Bringing me to my knees as I fall against him. My face pressed up against my best friends bulge. I feel tingly and cold As I'm dissolving like an effervescent tablet in water. I grip at his waistband to steady myself, feeling a Tuft of sweaty pubes against my fingers as I fall further to the ground. Staring up at his grinning face as it pushes miles away in the distance.

I finally feel the sensation cease as I grip the rubbered landscape beneath me surrounding me two huge sneakers stand like buildings before joining miles long calves that support the titanic man who stretches across the sky above me. His grin wide and proud as he rests his hands on his hips.

His holes in his shoes reveal huge toes wrapped in crusty yellowed gym socks. He unconsciously cracks his toes, sending a waft of stale pungent air rushing over me. Assaulting my sense of smell and making me wanna puke.

I look up to his head to see him boom "Dude!" His voice shakes through my bones as he lifts his hands off his hips and crosses his arms "You shouldn't have let me do that!" He grins as he bends down with a sweaty calloused hand stretching out to grab me.

Fifteen Minutes - Part 2

stood in terrified awe as my best friend towered miles above. His feet bigger than busses and reeked of foul unwashed socks. His thick calves burst out of the shoes up to his hairy legs and strong thighs that ascended into the abyss of his gym shorts. A lump forms in my throat as I see in the darkness a pair of ratty old underwear, once tight and white now loose and yellowed, with several tears through the material. They hang like an art installation Miles above,. supporting three distinct heavy objects in one formidable mass. There are two bulbous nuts within a wrinkled hairy sac that spills slightly out of the loose leg of the old undies. The hair sprouting from it is thicker and deeper than his chest, and stretches out wide like a tangled mess of dense wires that entwine with the comparatively sparser thresh of his thigh hair.

Atop the heavy sac of musky nuts lays a long wide shaft that draped over for an impressive distance before it culminates in a thick, uncut bulb. The wide bulb strains at the material with a large residual piss stain adorns the tired fabric. As he stands calmly they hang heavily in their tattered confines. As His huge shoulder rotates when he extends his arm toward me, the huge appendage between his legs begins slowly swinging like a pendulum, softly crashing between his hairy thighs with dull thuds like ships in a dock.

Ben's huge grin is soon eclipsed by the descending hand. My first instinct to scream was immediately replaced by the obscure attention to detail. At this size, the large callouses seemed like hills underneath the undulating wrinkles of his palm and fingerprints. His huge nails, trimmed only by his teeth, were Jagged like rocky outcrops with dark mineral deposits of grime deep within them.

The solid surface of his fingers slowly curls around my back with a rough sound as they gripped behind my knees, ass, shoulders and neck. A huge thumb slowly descending to secure me as I look up the expanse of his swollen forearm. My mind refuses to stay focused as I compare his two arms and came to the disturbing conclusion. The arm holding me was larger, well defined. This is clearly his jerking hand. I shudder as I realised I had taken the same position that I'm sure his straight cock had taken many, many.....many times before.

Unfortunately as I am raised upwards to his waist level, he makes the same connection. I felt my feet graze the cloth at the groin of his pants before being lifted off and shaken back and forth like a salt shaker as he raised his eyebrows, closes his eyes and tilts his head back before sticking that famous tongue out once more and making a singular "PLRP!" As a Squirting imitation before opening his eyes and booming down with a sharp laughter that shook his whole body, which in turn shook the entirety of my 2 inch form.

His voice deep and booming as he speaks once more. "Dude, I can't believe you let me do that Haha! I was sure you would say no." He comments as he pulls me up further to hold me like you would a phone. "Which makes me think of a rule. If you ever say a flat "No" to me, I get to add another minute on, alright?"

I scowl and immediately react, and wanting to be out of this stupid situation, not thinking I shake my torso clearly and yell "No way! We didn't agree to that!" He recoils back with raised eyebrows and his mouth forming a shocked "0" face before saying "oh Joel was that a No to me?" He says as a huge finger from his other hand swings into view and pushes down against my chest playfully, thudding into me to emphasis his next words. "dats" Thud "another" Thud "minute!" He laughs, each prod thudding me like a full body tackle. "Back to fifteen buddy" he says as he turns his attention away from me.

"Now what can we do?" He contemplates as his free hand scratches as his stubbled chin and pulls at his moist lips, playing with them as he thinks. His thumb holding me rubs slowly up and down my torso, grazing my gym shirt against me unconsciously as he ponders. I push at his thumb as it begins to irritate me "stop it man" I complain. He looks down and comments, "strong for a lil fella, all them chest exercises are paying off you see!" He says as he puffs up his proud pecs. "Now you've got a long way to go to be strong like me though!" He laughs as he cocks his free arm up, flexing his huge bicep, the muscle wide and tight as he raises me up to it. The sweaty, iron scented hands gently let me go as I'm draped across the huge muscle like a giant jumping castle. I grip it with my belly against it, as I feel a huge pinky finger tickle my ass crack through my gym shorts as he giggles above "coochy coo!" He laughs as I scowl back over my shoulder to his huge face. I struggle to roll over and right myself, ending up with my ass on the muscle and legs straddling like a mechanical bull.

I brace myself against the wall of a forearm to steady myself, but I feel the wall falling towards me. His stake unwashed breath hits me as he speaks. "Whoa-oh I don't think the safety's on for these guns bro!" He laughs as he flexes both arms in the mirror "Ka-dooooosh" he breathes slowly as the huge muscles sandwich me in their sweaty pit. The clammy surfaces almost suffocating me as I'm smothered. As he holds it tight he gives another flex. Squeezing me more. Fresh air floods in, he laughs "whoa indestructible and don't need too much air, the next fourteen minutes are gonna be Fun!" He exclaims.

I roll over to my stomach to face him as He pulls his arm back with a grimace "although, I don't think you make my biceps look big enough" reaching into his pocket I hear a clicking sound of a dial, he swings his arm around and I feel the cold metal of the device wedged between my cheeks once more "Coochy coo!" He laughs again as he clicks the button. Feeling my self dissolving once more I scream out "no" as I dissipate to 1 inch tall on my best friends bicep. I grip the wet clammy surface, beginning to almost sob in regret.

His huge lips come close, hovering over my tiny body, I can smell the distinct staleness of unbrushed teeth and a day's worth of food and soda as he breath passes over me, I feel the wind suck in as he prepares to speak in an even deeper baritone in a calm, collected and certain tone "that's another minute bro".

His large fingers pinch me up once more, my stomach dropping as he can hold me less like his dick and more like a grape. He pulls me to his huge face. The face I've seen so many times before, my best friend. The wildcard who kept my life interesting, now has the entirety of my life in his hand. His lips lick as he speaks once more "This is so fuckin cool man!" His breath flooding over me.

He questions "So we've got fourteen minutes left, would you rather...." He starts to say but is interrupted by a huge gaseous explosion that emanates up from his guts, rushing up out of his mouth, past his teeth and lips, carrying a milky spittle exploding uncontrollably out over me.

BUUUUHHH-EEEEELLCCCCHHHHH!!!

Splattering me in the goopy mess and assaulting my nostrils with its stale disgusting stink. I can barely breath and my eyes are watering from both the stink of the foul air and the sheer humiliation.

A fresh waft of stale air rushes over me as he bursts out in similarly shocked laughter. "I'm so, SO sorry dude!" he apologises genuinely "I was not expecting that! Are you okay? He lifts the sweaty hem of his tank top up and starts to roughly wipe me clean "it's that damn protein shake you gave me, it's done a real number on my guts bro."

I shake my head and focus, the terrifying mass of man returning to the image of my best friend. Despite his immense size he is still my buddy.

"Where were we?" He recompose a himself "Would you rather we finish this workout and head home, or keep working out til you get full size again?"

I have to yell for him to hear me as I weigh up the options "What are you working next?!" He doesn't respond, just puffs his chest and contracts his pecs as he points to the bench press "Gonna get my pump and sweat on!"

"Would you be going straight home?" I question. He shakes his head. "Nah I should shower, so I ain't stinking too bad for ya".

I start to respond, liking the idea of my friend actually cleaning himself for once. "I like the sound of that".

"But!" He interrupts "we gotta figure out what to do with ya, it's a communal shower so if I leave you on the soap dish you're gonna be surround by hairy dicks like 7 times your size!"

He spins me around and slowly pans across the gym. Dozens of men of all shapes and sizes, ages and colours pump heavy weights and work up gallons of sweat. From this vantage point, as a tiny straight man pinched between my best friends fingers, I clearly see how gross we guys are.

One big Red head dude, face flushed with exhaustion steps off his exercises bike and fishes his hand down the front of his red gym shorts violently to grab and readjust his hefty package that has been jostled from the ride. The smooth personal trainer Dan, with smooth muscles and fake tan, has a huge dick that is crushed in the size too small shorts which grind his nuts and shaft into one big mass. A taller basketball player type Man casually grabs at his huge dick in his mesh shorts as he tells a story to his bud about the girl he banged the night before with great deal of detail and expression. Two young bucks pound the treadmills, their huge dicks flopping about side to side in bright coloured shorts with each stride, thwoomp-thwomp, thwoompth-thwomp. An older guy on the floor doing crunches had his legs spread wide. Even from this distance I could see clearly up the leg of his shorts to see a huge set of balls and limp cock hanging heavily in the darkness.

Seeing the gym at this size is a terrifying feeling. To make it worse I feel Ben leaning in to whisper behind my head. "All.them.dongs".

At the same moment a hairy brute with dark hair peels off his weight bench with a slurp, the closest of all men I see with horrific detail, almost in slow motion as he adjusts his fat cock through his black shorts, it is easily 10 inches long and just as thick. The sheer size of it flops heavily about in his meaty paw of a hand as he casually tugs the material down to reveal the yellowed elastic of an old jock strap with a tuft of dark, forest like pubes bursting over the top. I panic at the sight as he nears us and curl into ball in Bens hand "okay keep me with you!"

"Awesome, I was hoping you'd say that" he grins "let's do this!" as he pumps his fist holding me proudly, making me want to vomit from the whiplash. He immediately notices "whoa, sorry bro, gotta keep you safe right! Let's get you somewhere more secure" he stomps to the wall length mirror and leans in to inspect himself. Using our reflection to guide his hand he moves me to the valley between his hairy pecs. The oily, dark hairs tickle and wrap around my legs as he lowers me in behind the neck of his sweaty shirt. The lush bedding cushioning and supporting me as I'm lowered with my armpits draped over the wet seam, the material soaked in years of his thick, salty sweat as it stings my skin and nostrils. As I grip it for support I surprisingly feel secure. He stands back, the previously loose neck of the shirt holding firm against his broad chest as he admires the sight in the mirror.

He fishes into his pocket for his phone. To everyone else he just looks like a dumb jock taking an ego fuelled selfie, but to me, he is documenting my humiliation. He pulls he phone around to caption the image as I see the ridiculousness of the photo as he captions "#accessorising on the photo before sending it to snapchat for all his friends to see.

I try and interrupt him "no don't send it!" But he emphatically slams down on the send button. Using his finger to mess up my hair he coos down "that's another minute buddy, you'd think you'd learn by now. I don't care I'm loving iddy biddy jowly".

The responses are immediate with our mates laughing in response "did you show Joel? That little toy looks just like him" "lol typical Ben" "make a tumblr!" "Put it somewhere else!" "Where can I get one?"

I feel dejected that no one is realising the true situation. He notices my face in the mirror and tries to comfort me. "aww don't feel down iddy jowly," he reassured as he lifts his arms up "bring it in for a big benny hug!" He slowly contracts his arms and chest. Two huge huge pecs rise up in flexing as they push towards each other in a humongous embrace. The two mountains adorned in hills of dark wirey fur, soaked in damp salty sweat contract around my tiny body. I squirm to the side as they squish against me back and front, my neck twisted uncomfortably to the clammy air of the vertical canyon against his chest. The air thick and choking me. I struggle to breath against the firm yet spongey walls as his firm muscles squeeze me tight. My head becoming light headed from the pressure, lack of air and pungent scent of my best friend. I need to survive so I struggle to squirm and turn my neck in the opposite direction. His warm clammy skin grazes my lips as I squeeze my head past, inadvertently kissing the bulging muscle and absorbing more of a taste of the man. I gasp for breath as I peer out into the fresh air of the gym. The gasps turn to shock as I see I am almost invisible in our reflection as Ben embraces me. I struggle once more to crane my neck upwards to see his face peering right down at me with intense eyes "Aw iddy jowly snug in my man tittys" before he blows a condescending kiss "Mwah".

The walls relent as I grip his tank once more as he stretches wide "alright enough fuckin about, let's get pumping!" He roars in excitement as he unleashes a thunderclap with his hands nod slowly strides towards the bench press.

Fifteen Minutes - Part 3

Clinging onto the damp seam of Bens tank top was quite a vantage point. At my tiny size, the onslaught of detail made time slow down seemingly. All my knowledge of physics had flown out of the window today. I took a moment to take it all in.

As my gigantic best friend walked, it was like a choreographed routine. He began as he lifted a huge leg up to stride casually. In concert with his legs, his opposite hand slowly swung forward into my view. His foot slammed down on the rubber matting sending a strong vibration throughout his body. The soft skin adorning his muscles quaked violently for a mere second before coming to rest. The huge other leg began its ascend and similar solid crash to support the torso of the huge man. The hairy arm with fingers three times my length reach the apex of its swing at the same time he completed his second step, resulting in an alternating sequence of swinging and stomping. As each arm slowly swung, the corresponding pec tensed slightly, rotating me gently. The rhythmic force giving the journey a rocking motion. For every fifth footfall a long calm gust of wind would descend from high above.

The warm air would rush through the bristles of his chest hair before running down my body. I crane my neck up to view the source as I stare right up the underside of his head. His stubbled jaw was strong and defined. A set of plump pink lips was cropped by the dark hair as it protuding beneath a nose above. His nostrils flexing with each inhalation and flaring with each breath. Beyond that his eyes were just visible. I had thought that my giant best friend would be still in awe of my presence in his chest hair, but his eyes stayed focused on his destination in the distance. Making me realise that this was a distinct characteristic of his I had never notice before. A calm, smooth gait with his head held, full of confidence as his eyes, seemingly glazed over and unfocused, were directed solely to the destination at hand.

I begin to relax slightly, this experience might be worthwhile after all I mean, I'm alread beginning to relax. I think as I relax between his pecs and rest my eyes. Drifting off to the sound of calm running water.

Wait What?! Water?!

I snap awake and look around and see Ben has travelled to the gym bathroom. I peek over the edge down his chest to see he is pissing into the toilet bowl "Dude Don't look down that's nasty!" He booms from above. I recoil back instantly but the sight of his fat dick protruding from a dense bush of pubes is burned into my eyeballs. I cover my eyes and yell up "why the fuck did you bring me to the toilet?!" I scream up at him.

He looks down offended "mate I had to piss! I didn't tell you to look down!" He argues, clearly missing the point of my outrage. I turn my eyes upward to his face to avoid the sight down below. As the gallons of steaming yellow piss pour Into the tired toilet bowl I witness his lips slowly curl to the side and one eye softly winces shut with a look of determination. In the distance down below and well behind him, a sharp muffled horn sound erupts PRRRR-RRRRPPP.

His wide eyes look down to me as he recognises my look of disdain. His furry brows furrowed as disagrees "What? Everyone does it".

I scowl up at him "that's disgusting!". I feel his right pec bounce up and down as he shakes the last few drops off his dick. He bends over slightly to tuck his manhood back in his shorts as he shakes his head.

"you're over reacting mate. It's not like I was taking a shit with you" I feel disgusted by the thought of that, so I force myself to I let the argument slide. The less time talking about Ben's bowel movements the better.

He reaches over to flush the handle on the toilet, my body dangling against his tank top as the yellowed water swirls miles down beneath us. The toilet looking familiar, I'd used it many times myself. The long crack in the plastic from some oafish bodybuilder slamming his fat ass down with all his might. A crusty brown shit stain graces the side of the stained white walls, probably from the same bull of a man as he unleashes his protein fuelled heavy dump into the poor communal bowl. I grip the material of Ben's tank tight, not wanting to fail into that filthy maelstrom below.

I slam back against his chest as he returns upright, does and about turn on the spot, and commences his long rhythmic stride back out to the weights room.

The sterile cool air of the bathroom is replaced by the thick, stale air of the weights room. I lower myself behind the neck of the tank top instinctively to hide myself from prying eyes. I feel a tremble roll through my body as I imagine any one of these hulking men getting a hold of me. Victim to my imagination, mundane events become visualisations of nightmares.

As Ben marches past the lockers I see a tall broad man drenched in sweat, his head covering in a mop of oily black hair and a dense proud beard. He lifts his wide, veiny bicep up to reveal a dense swamp of pit hair. A tiny roll on deodorant is lifted up and lathered through the messy pit. My brain instantly sees myself, immobilised by his paw like fist as my exposed face is rammed and dragged through the salty, disgusting crevasse of the man. My pitiful cries of protest drowned out as he lowers the thick arm back down to seal me in and bearded chin shakes violently as he laughs miles above.

A large black man had stopped mid workout to dig out a protein bar from his bag. Lifting it to take a bite, I see myself crammed feet first between his plump lips, pushed in between the two sets of bright white teeth as he chomps down at my waist. Bisected, my torso and tiny arms flail to escape the maw. Pulling myself out, a huge finger would run along the chin beneath me and slip me back in like a piece of stray spaghetti. Clawing and scratching my way down his gullet before Becoming mere fuel for his thick muscles.

Leaving the locker rooms, Ben idly strolls down through to the cardio section en route to the weights. I look up past his chin and see his eyes are not subtle as they scan across the jiggling breasts of the girls running on the treadmills. But my eyes are directed elsewhere.

A toned, slimmer man is inspecting his shoe as he slides his insole into the worn and tired opening. Peering in as he peels tongue back to slide his socked foot in. Stamping it to the ground repeatedly to make sure it's on for good measure before clambering on the treadmill and starting to pound it in a sprint. I imagine those inquisitive eyes replaced with a conniving smirk as I call out for empathy from within the darken cave. The cruel giant would forgoe the athletic sock and shove his calloused, damp bare foot into the cramped space. His gross grimey toes smearing their sweat and toe jam over my tiny body as they drag me to the ball of his foot. With a sneer on his face he would slam his foot repeatedly. Not for comfort, but to try and break my indestructible rib cage. Feeling me still squirming he would use his toes to wedge me under his arch, my place to lay and suckle on his wet foot sweat as he pounds the vinyl treadmill for his marathon training.

I turn to avoid the sight of his thudding feet, my eyes travelling up the miles of bikes with all types of gym goes pedalling away. A smooth blonde giant in tight bike shorts lays a tiny towel over his bike seat. He hoists himself over the seat, and hops on. I see myself draped on the seat, stuck in the central crevasse as his clearly defined glutes rise skyward and spread like the Red Sea before slamming down around me. I'd Spend the next hour with my constant screams muffled by the meaty cheeks as he grinds and churns be between them, drenching me in gallons of his sweat.

I'm snapped back to reality as he starts pedalling, a chubby fat guy waddles up next to him. Keen to shed the excess weight he too slams onto the seat. I manage to fight my brain from imagining my experience under his hefty ass.

The bright lights and sharp whirring of the cardio equipment is replaced by the darkened walls and dungeon like clanging of iron of the weights room. As Ben rounds the corner to the racks we both see a juiced up Greek god. He is flexing and taking selfies in the mirror as he shows off his smooth abs that descend to a firm V that guides your eyes to his maintained but dense pubes that burst out over the sweat soaked waistband. After a bright flash, and a post to Instagram, he tucks the iPhone into his waistband. Letting the elastic snap against it and hold it firm as he grabs his dumbells.

I look up to Ben as he sneers at the vain man, as my mind drifts to being in his possession. A personal validation toy. He'd make me take all of his selfies before tucking me into his waistband. He holds the waistband out wide and roughly lowers me in by pinching my shoulders. A huge dirty thumb squishes against my face as his index and middle finger run down my back. My tiny feet become entangled in his wirey pubes above his cock as I'm forced to embrace his firm but spongey V beneath his abs. He's the only person I'm allowed to look at. His scent is all I am to smell. My lips are squished up against his smooth tanned skin never being able to look out to the world, all I can taste is his salty skin. His thumb slides out as his two fingers hold me against his waist. I hold back the tears in preparation before the enormous tight elastic of his jocks and shorts snaps violently against my my back like a whip. Firm and secure, I am immobilised against him. Feeling real tears well up, I grip the tank top of my best friend once more, wiping my face and being, thankful he has decided to keep me with dignity and above the belt.

Thankfully the procession of horrific ideas ends as Ben's pecs clench and his hands rise to grip onto the barbell as he stands behind the squat rack. I slide back up over the neckline. He looks to me in the mirror, wedged between his primed pecs. With with raised eyebrows "Alright my pipsqueak pep squad, we ready to do this?!" Focking back on the real world I look to the digital clock. Like a billboard the minute ticks over and my heart sinks. Only 2 minutes have passed. Dejected I look up "yeah, let's do this".

Fifteen Minutes - Part 4

The heat and humidity in the cramped weight room begins going to my head as Ben prepared the weight bench with his large black weights, each the size of a stadium to me as they are clanged onto the thick strong iron of the bar. Each heaving of his strong arms to lift the tonnes of weight would unintentionally cause the proud hairy pecs surrounding me to clench and squeeze me tightly in a gigantic bro hug.

I watch as he saunters with his characteristic gait to the end of the bench. His sweaty thick thighs straddle the seat, aged from years of Sweaty men slamming their hefty bodies into the faded leather. I feel my stomach drop as he squats deep to lower his wide ass onto the seat of the bench. Like a catapult we are flung backwards as he flops down under the bar, his broad shoulders slamming into the leather with an audible wet thwack.

Nestled in the dense growth of his chest hair I stare up at the enormous iron bar. It's luster faded from all its use, but I could still see the sight of my tiny form resting within the lush, wirey, grasslike valley of my best friends pecs. As his knuckles reach and grip the bar, I lay back into the dewy hair and watch him commence. The long metal bar ascends to the sky before slowly lowering down towards me. It's like a scene from a disaster movie with a long grey highway over pass crumbling down towards the hero as they manage to scramble to safety. As the bar lowers onto his juicy pecs, they send a quaking ripple through his wet, sweaty skin. The lungs underneath his mantle of muscle, hair and fat inflate slowly and controlled. In an snap motion the bar is sent hurtling skyward as a roar emanates from his chest as he exhales. The bar reaches the top of its ascension as his pecs close in tighter than ever before. I scream in agony. Feeling like my body was going to pop like a cherry. But the shrinking device had given me such durability that even that wasn't a reprieve from the crushing pain. The sensation slowly dissipated as the huge bar lowered once more as a booming, breathless exasperation came from his face in the distance "One".

Bracing myself for the next rep, I cowered into the dense thicket as he repeated the action with slowly deteriorating form. His muscles quaked harder, his breath more hurried, his whole body straining to reach "Seven". As the eight rep commences I begin to worry as I see it wobbling, the pain from getting crushed under the dropped iron would be immeasurable. I look up his chest to see his face red and straining his teeth are gritted as he snarls "Eight".

PLOOOORRRRPPPPP

My head snaps in the opposite direction as a a dull uncontrolled fart bursts out into the furry crack of the straining man. Gushing out from the depths of his arse to whip across the weight bench and embed into the abused foam of the seat. The metal bar is clanged into the brackets and the landscape beneath me heaves violently with the booming laughter of my friend. Through poorly stifled laughs he chuckles "haha oh man, was not expecting that!". A huge thumb rises to his face to wipe away a tear of laughter.

His eyes reopen as he looks down to me "oh cmon mate, you've gotta get over this! It's funny, and everyone does it. If you don't let a few rippers out while working, you're not pushing yourself hard enough!" He tries to convince me to be okay with his grossness. He can tell my tiny face is not impressed and continues.

"I bet you can't even smell it up here, all snug and safe in my chest" he says. I stand to my feet and wipe my sweatsoaked face off.

"Safe?! You nearly crushed me between these things!" I say as I kick his firm tended pec like kicking a wall.

He casually scratches at his hairy pit as he coos down "Naw, little fella scared of big bad Ben?" He doesn't even notice as he withdraws his finger from his smelly pit to reach down and prod me playfully. A pungent sweat stink worse than his residual chest scent stings my tiny nostrils. The stench of his pit and strength of his strong finger sending me stumbling back and tripping over his neckline of his tank top.

Finally Recognising how much power he just exerted over me he lets a sly grin creep over his face. As I stand back up the huge digit tackles into me again. His eyes smile as he continues to repeat the action, each prod punctuating his words.

"maybe.." Thud.
I'm pushed along his chest over his firm stomach, along a damp trail of sweat. His grimey finger with a layer of filth embedded under the chewed nails.

"you'd.." Thud.
My tiny body tumbling over his belly button and towards his waist of his shorts as he sits at a gentle incline. Deep beneath me an unsettling gurgling sound rumbles like magma in the bowels of a volcano.

"Be safer.." Thud.
I'm pushed over his waistline and I recover atop a spongey prominent bulge. I have to collect myself as I realise I'm currently resting on the musky package of my best friend. The smell is pure Ben. Unadulterated masculinity as it wafts out with a distinct pungent fragrance of his dick, unwashed pubes and sweaty Ball sac. My tiny hands can feel the distinct outline of his dormant flaccid dick.

Luckily he didn't make the same conclusion as he swiftly reached down once more "here". Thud.

He pushes me one final time sending me falling to the warm leather below. Slightly winded, I recover and look up at the huge walls that his hairy legs form. They descend into the dark cave of his tight black gym shorts. His massive package hangs ominously above me. I watch as his huge torso lays itself back down under the bar, disappearing beyond the horizon of his crotch. In the distance the huge weights are hoisted skyward as he commences his second set.

I go to stand up, but slip in a pool of viscous ball sweat that has been left on the leather seat. I groan, admonishing Ben for not using a towel yet again. But as I wipe it off me, my hands catch the distinct scent of the goopy oil. Morbidly, I take s sniff of the liquid and am horrified to recognise that it doesn't smell like Ben's balls from before. I start to dry reach as I realise I'm coated in a stranger's disgusting ball sweat. My mind racing as to the many types of disgusting brutes who may now marked me like their property without even realising it. I leap up and race to the leg of Ben's gym shorts. Rubbing myself voraciously to scrape the filthy and humiliation from my skin.

As I hear his grunts in the distance I realise my precarious position between Ben's huge legs. Standing there, surrounded by his heat and stench, I smell something beyond his signature ball sweat. As he stretches right back, a disgusting, sewer like stench wafts out as I realise just how close I am to his taint. In an act of self preservation I start to back away from the sensitive perineum between his balls and his ass hole. Way up above I hear "Seven. Eight" he groans before clanging the metal bar down once more. I watch as his hips seize and rotate to prop his enormous body into a seated position. Like the city from inception folding in on itself, his huge long form rises skyward like an emerging land mass. His muscle belly contracts with a slight roll of fat as his broad chest and shoulder rise up vertical. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't gotten far enough away from his package and I was out of the safety zone. His huge hanging nuts slowly rolled forward above. There are an unstoppable floppy mass of his tightly contained junk steamrolling towards me.

Darkness envelopes me as his massive balls gentle settle on me with a soft spongy droop; exuding the now terrifyingly familiar scent of his manliness. I scream and panic as the soft juicy balls and limp dick lower onto me like the Hindenburg crashing around me. His distinct odour enveloping me. The heat and darkness isolating me from the outside world as I hear the dull thuds of his heartbeat radiating throughout his body. He sits calmly, catching his breath as sweat beads down his face. His eyes slowly looking for me between his thighs.

Ben himself felt a slight sense of panic as he could not find me. Lifting his hefty thighs with an audible slurp, he worries he mushed me under his muscled legs. He begins scouring the floor to no avail, searching under the soles of his shoes to make sure he had not stomped on me like a piece of gum.. After a moment of contemplation he feels my tiny fighting hands pushing at his floppy nutsac and leaps up in shock "whoa dude what are you doing under there?! That's nasty going under my taint" I recover and cough as I inhale the relatively fresher air quickly.

I splutter and shake my head "it was an accident" I explain to the now standing man. He reaches down and scratches at his nuts through his shorts, his flaccid cock flopping about visibly. His strong bicep flexes as his arm raises his hand up to his face. His deep eyes closing as he inhales the scent on his fingers, before coughing and comically gagging "pwfoar nasty accident dude!" He exclaims "them big boys reek!"

He puts his hands on his hips "well dude I got one last set to push out, and it looks like you're 'accidentally' in my way" he says with his fingers making quotation gestures, and a sly smile creeping across his face. He inches closer to the bench, playfully humming "fee fi, fo fum. Get out of my way, here comes my bum!" He laughs as he slowly squats over me. His huge ass spreading wide across the sky. The dark gym Short fabric groans as his ass pushes at the poor fibres. His seam of his shorts straining as the waistband slightly sags down to reveal a deep hairy plumbers crack descending towards me.

The heat begins radiating out as clench my eyes tight to avoid the horrifying sight. I raise my hands futilely to protect myself as a deep distant sewerage smell hints out into my nostrils. Way up above I hear the slow, gurgling noise of.

PPLLLLLLOOOOO---

"No Don't do this Ben!" I screech up as I look up. I wince my eyes open and there is Ben. with his hands bracing the sides of his ass cheeks, his childlike face is popped up over his shoulder with a wide eyes and his tongue frozen, hanging out between his big pink lips. After a stilted silence his eyes smile as he finishes.

"IOOORRRRPPPP" he finishes his raspberry imitation of. Fart and stands up tall. "dude did you really think I would sit and fart on you?" I'm too gobsmacked to reply, reeling from the shock of what might have happened. He continues on "dude that's Six No's, oh boy that's gonna add to your time" he shakes his head feigning sincerety.

"But to prove I'm not the monster you clearly think I am, I have an option for you." He says proudly "now you can add those 6 minutes to your total time and we can do another exercise, the squat rack is free I see" he gestures, "or!" With an excited "would you rather me wipe those and all the other penalities off your time, providing you serve the remaining 8 minutes at flea size?"

I react up to him "what smaller than this?!" He smiles and crosses his thick arms, his broad back flexing in mirror behind As he slowly nod "yep, that's single digits mate...both the time and your height in millimetres haha!"

Realising whether I'm a millimetre or an inch, compared to Ben I'm tiny at his childlike mercy. Wanting to end this experiment as soon as possible I convey up to him, begrudgingly, that I'll take the flea option. His face lights up in excitement as he pulls the device out and lowers it to my bellt. With s big "boop" he nudges me. The bubbling effervescence returns as the world swells. I immediately realise my mistake. Everything becomes unfathomably large. The bench feels like an island, Ben towers over me like Continent, his hairy muscle thighs bigger than a neighbourhood as they rise up to the upper atmosphere of his steamy gym shorts. His proud torso glistens like an ancient monument.

His face peers down as his voice, now booming rushes over me "Dude." His breath stronger than ever like a hurricane "I can't believe you let me do that! you're insane" A huge silver city block descends down as a huge glass swimming pool hovers over me. With a sharp click his camera phone records my astounded face for his snap chat. "This is gonna go viral!" He says gleefully.

He laughs "Don't worry mate, 8 minutes will fly by. I'll take care of you" he beams before he starts singing along with the aptly timed song on the gym radio "I'm gonna love you, like I'm gonna lose you," he stops and comments.

"And trust me there are lots of places to lose you bro!" he laughs as he absentmindedly thumbs at his waist band, revealing a dense forest of untamed wild pubic hair descending into the horrific humid darkness of his groin.

His eyes dart away before smiling "Dude I'm about to make your dreams come true" he says as he pulls his hand back "Hey Lucy" he calls.

I'm frozen in shock as the girl of my dreams skips over happily, standing like twin masterpieces above me their deep voices hard to discern. That is until I see Ben rub his stomach and groan "Here, you can use my incline bench, I gotta go to the bathroom badly" he says, throwing me a wink and drifting away.

I stare upwards as Lucy stands towering above with a concerned look on her face. She reaches down to toggle the incline of the bench from flat to upright but can't figure out the handles. Frustrated she stands up, searching room for me unsuccessfully. With a shrug she puts her weights back and calmly trots away.

I'm left in the deafening silence of the weights room as men stomp about their day, blissfully unaware of the minuscule spectator left stranded on the damp leather of a weight bench. I curl up into my knees as I wait for Ben to finish his toilet run. Hoping it's only s quick one, but knowing my best mate, these can go for a while. My tiny bones rattle as the weight bench rhythmically vibrates as the huge men's thunderous footfalls quake across the gym floor. The harsh fluorescent lights reveal all of their immense details.

As I sit there I feel the light above me exclipse as two huge hairy legs slam down either side of me as the man straddles the bench between his knees. I crane my neck up "Oh Ben thank god you're here" I'm silenced as my eyes journey up the planetary man.

Thick wide calves connect to enormous hairy legs, descending into a pair of too small short shorts which are almost painted on. The clear line of the Giants jock strap stands out proudly as a huge hairy hand buries down under the waistband of his shorts. His strong knuckles and grimey fingers reach around the side and make a slow, wet scratching noise as the giant scratches at his taint. In the mirror I can see his inhumanely fat ass quaking with each squelching scratch. Pieces of stained brown skin flakes, and oily torn pubic hairs gently drift down. Invisible to the human eye but like a putrid ashy snowfall around me. I want to vomit as it falls around me with a peculiar stench of baked in shit.

I struggle to take in his immensity, his huge cock struggling to stay in the stained netting of his pouch of his jockstrap as hand retreats, letting the damp elastic snap against his drum like muscle belly, cropped with a dense forest black wirey treasure trail. His torso makes Ben look like a child, with such oily hair densely populating every inch of its immense muscle Beary body. A wide forearm and strong bicep hold a huge protein shaker at his lips, obscuring his face. His plump lips embraces the nozzle as his Adam's apple bounced about, gulping at its milky protein laden contents. The chocolate brown mixture dribbles out into his thick bushy stubble. As he finishes a sip his whale-like pink tongue slides out to collect the remnants before slurping loudly and smacking his lips. His other stray hand leaves his waist and rises to rub his furry tummy underneath his drenched tank top. A slow rumble erupts from his gullet as a deep baritone burp escapes to the gym room, the stench of which wafts gently down to reach my nostrils. He pats his belly proudly as he lowers the shaker. In doing so, the strong fluorescent light floods his face, revealing every detail of his sweaty, oily identity. Beads of salty sweat drip down through all his crevasses of his heaving face to his dense stubble as he catches his breath.

My breath escapes me as I am shocked. There before me, standing miles above in the sky,

Is Vik.

Fifteen Minutes - Part 5

Vik, my immense foreign janitor, towers above me obliviously, his body arching far into the dank and disgusting sky of the weights room. Every inch of him revealing a new and disturbing detail. The Thick tanned muscles cropped in an oily thresh of body hair, which tangles into a dark Amazonian forest between his mountainous pecs.

His huge form lumbers as he stomps on the spot, vibrations from his thunderous sneakers slamming against the floor shake my leather bench landscape as he turns to reach for dumbells. As he does, I bear witness to his huge muscularised back of his torso. It dwarfs his impressive front, giving him a gorilla-like hunch as his huge traps, shoulders and lats descend like a landmass of masculinity to a terrifyingly wide plump ass that strains at his gym pants. A distinct dark trail of sweat has soaked into the depths of the crack as the thin material hugs each hairy, bulbous cheek. The darkened patch leads all the way up to a disturbingly prominent coin slot. His hair from his lower back is like a vegetated park that trails into a dense thicket of stained ass hair that crops out from the depths of his deep, dark, ass crack. It is the same coin slot I had witnessed at full size, each time I was disgusted to watch him scratch without a care. Now the disgusting out is a gaping canyon entrance to a horrific messy swamp beneath it.

He slowly turns with weights in hand, they immense solid mass straining his already strong muscles. The bulbous shoulder and bicep muscles, enormous at regular size, would now take hours to circumnavigate at my size. His veins bulge and flood with blood as he faces the bench. His thick cock protrudes obviously, supported by tired stained thing that creates a plump bulge that leaves little to the imagination. It jostles about heavily as he steps back to the bench, the mass of cock and nuts disturbingly discernible as it thuds between his grinding thick thighs.

His face is flushed with colour as sweat drips down his furrowed brow, along his nose and to his stubbled chin. Stray drops race along the proud jawline before landing with a splatter within the unfathomably deep chest hair of the sweaty beast.

I'm shaken from my astonished sightseeing by two enormous thuds as he lowers his weights either side of the bench. His face nears the leather as he lets them go to the soft rubber below. Whilst barely inches from the bench, he is still miles away from me as I am woken into action "Vik! Buddy! Vik! It's me!" I scream and wave, leaping about to get his attention. His huge face continues towards me, his eyes not registering my presence as his face drifts over my tiny body. His cavernous nostrils flare as he unleashes and enormous exhalation from his nose and through his plump lips as he rises back skyward. My lungs are choked with the stench of his unbrushed mouth, the decaying stray pieces of meat from his lunch, and festering bacteria from lack of scrubbing have created a disgusting stench that debilitates me. The force of his breath like a 747 taking off as his face powers upwards to full standing position.

I struggle to regain composure as he turns once more. His wide ass slowly enters into squat in order to take a seat on the worn leather of the gym bench. His thick legs aching from his leg exercises beforehand. I can almost hear the muscle fibres straining and snapping within his humongous fat muscle thighs. My world is shaken more than ever as a hairy paw of a hand slams down onto th edge of the bench. Balancing the tonnes of pure man the sweaty appendage, the hand is cropped with a thick grassland of long, vine like hair that journey to the grimey, unwashed wrinkles of his calloused fingers. His chewed thumbnail caked with grime from his long day at work.

High above, his massive glutes spread wider as he lowers. An intense heat radiates out above me, accompanied by a fetid, sewer like stench of his filthy swamp of an ass. The smell of his sweat patch a mere hint to the horrific stench that is rotting deep within his ass cheeks. The sound of snapping and twanging return, now coming from the strained fibres of his shorts. Undetectable to a regular human, they sound like strained power lines or trees being felled as he pushes the right material to its limits above me.

...above me....

Drenched in its shadow, his huge ass eclipses me. "Fuck!" I screech and turn about to begin running, stumbling at first on the slick worn leather of the bench I start pelting one foot after the other. His gigantic ass descending ominously like a planet crashing through orbit. His tired legs struggle to support him as I race towards the other end of the bench. Tears strain from my eyes uncontrollably as I push myself for survival. Without warning his tired legs allow him to fall.

The plump cheeks slam into the poor leather off the bench, spilling over the sides. A quake ripples through the fatty muscle like a tidal wave. As his body relaxes against the leather it slowly rolls over the seat of the bench like molasses as it sends a shockwave up the foam covered seat, knocking me to my stomach.

I recover and roll onto my back, exhausted but safe as I watch the huge man reach to his sides to collect the massive Dumbbells. He heaves them to his broad shoulders before pumping them upwards in a shoulder press. The strong, controlled movement rhythmic and impressive. I can see his face in the huge wall size mirror as he strains through his set.
Swear beads of his head, down his shoulder blades and down his back, before reappearing only to disappear once more in the dark depths of his coin slot as it sags over the platform of the bench. I shudder at the details which I am noticing.

He swings the huge weights down to his strong thighs as he recovers. Bouncing them slightly, sweat drips down to his top lip, only to be blasted by his breath into a spray of spittle as his exhales deeply.

I heard a deep groaning, just as the leather ground beneath me begins to strain. Following the source of the strain, I see his huge ass cheek bearing down heavily into the right hand side of the bench. His bulbous left shoulder gently rises upward in a mechanical symbiosis. His muscles back contorts as his left cheek is slightly lifted off the bench with an audible slurp. His sweaty cheek and thigh peel off the bench and jiggle heavily as it hovers over the leather seat beneath it.

Peeking towards the mirror I see half of his face scrunch into a familiar look that is a combination of focus, discomfort and determination. Deep within the depths of his fuel drum of a body, a deep gurgling rumbles. I shake my head and whisper "no.."softly as I turn my attention back his huge raised arse cheek just as he.

BBWWWWWWAAAAARRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!

A bone-rattling baritone explosion erupts from the horrific anus miles within his hairy ass cheeks. The smell is pure unadulterated man as the warm scorching wind whips up to bench and over me like a methane fuelled hurricane. Every sense is assaulted by the gaseous monstrosity. The stench of pure sewer pains not just my nostrils, but my lungs and stomach.

His huge cheek lowers once more as he rises, depositing the weights on the rack. As my clouded vision struggles to clear I witness him reaching back. In a futile, stupid though process I whisper "oh no Vik, don't do that, not now" as I watch a huge thick digit of his finger descend under the elasticated waist of his pants and up to his irritated asshole. A disturbing schlurping and scratching sound emanates as his nail scrapes at the hairy, oily hole.

I watch in disgust as he withdraws the huge finger and raises to his stubbled lips, underneath his untrimmed nostrils as he inhales deeply, relishing in the scent. He grabs onto two huge Dumbbells once more, heaving the two weights up. I shudder and think about all the weights I've unintentionally shared with his filthy fingers.

The world quakes once more as he repeats the previous motions. Slamming his fat ass down, grasping the weights and pumping them skyward. This time however, the additional weight of the dumbells force more weight onto the already titanic man. The combined weight compromising my position. The slippery leather bows and caves in towards his meaty cheeks with an incline. My tiny hands and feet are useless in stopping me sliding towards his immense form. My whimpering turns to screeching as my speed doesn't stop. Before me the gigantic hairy coin slot opens wide like a horrific theme park ride. Dripping in sweat and exuding a horrific stale odour I'm helpless as I descend towards it.

I miraculously contort and twist myself to land with a Thud against the damp waistband of his sagging shorts. I brace myself as I would on the leg press as the wirey tuft of ass hair hangs terrifying above my body like Amazonian vines, threatening to snatch me up. I wriggle and squirm until My body still slowly drifts into the darkness underneath him. The heat radiating was like falling into a humid oven, an immense, masculine sauna. I scream and pound at the wet seam of his tight workout shorts, I am so insignificant as I notice that each stitch is the length of my puny body.

My descent is interrupted as the two fatty walls clench violently together as the enormous man rises. The heat and pressure intensifies as he stands tall to replace the weights back on the rack. As they compress unforgivingly around me, I manage to position myself to avoid my spine snapping like an accordion. In the deep darkness a tiny channel of light punctures in above me.

I feel ill. I'm barely a stitch in the Seam of the shorts of my enormous janitor. Much like his full size hug earlier tonight, his filthy fat cheeks hug me from all sides. The filthy stench that once wafted from the work toilet now surrounds me, embedding into my skin.

I appreciate the humour in that at first, only to feel the pressure increase to unbearable amount from his left side of his canyon, it releases in sync with the right hand cheek tensing up. My stomach lurches with the rhythm as I realise what's happening. The giant man is walking. Each fat cheek Grinds powerfully as he stomps. Greasy ass hairs scrape at the material of his shorts as his bare cheeks burst from his tight jockstrap. The sound coupled by the distinct wet schlucking of the sweaty cheek. The huge walls grinding as each mammoth leg is raised up and slammed down. Unlike the almost dance-like gait of Ben, Vik's steps are definite lumbering stomps of a lumbering beast. Each step sending a quake through the fatty glute. I feel like my ribs are about to be crushed by the unbearably repetitive pressure. Unable to withstand any more I force myself to take action. Gripping the threads of his his seam like a gym class rope, I begin toI hoist myself one hand after the other up the cliff face of his arse crack.

I am able to fight my way to fresh air, inhaling it deeply as I feel his steps slowing. I witness a door swing violently behind him, but I'm only able to catch the bottoms of the letters.

Mens

At first my tiny brain can't compute what the huge letters decipher to, but the coolness of the air and the familiar stench reveals to me:

M E N S

I feel ill as I feel him stomping. He marches past the communal showers, humongous sweaty men congregate in the the steaming water, huge naked body's laughing and flexing as they try to scrub their baked in stench from their swollen muscles. Huge bare dicks flop about comically beneath dense untamed bushes of pubic hair. Gigsntic bare ass cheeks quake violently as huge hands bury tiny bars of soap deep within their slimey cracks.

Vik lumbers into a tiny cubicle and I scream in horror as I see a dirty stained toilet bowl before me. My stomach leaps up to my throat as the shorts are dragged off the squatting ass. His huge smelly ass crack bursting out above me like a cliff edge. The messy black ass hairs stained with years of filth as I am lowered to the ground whilst his fat cheeks slam on the poor toilet seat. His floppy uncut cock peeks out from a mess of pubic hair before drifting into the darkness of the bowl. The mass of his shorts slam to the ground beneath his enormous sneakers, themselves emitting a horrific stench that makes my eyes water.

I am frozen in shock of the circumstance. Vik sits miles above like an Olympic God on his throne. His dangling Cock unleashes gallons of steaming piss that would surely melt the skin from my bones. His sweaty muscles heaving as his stomach distands beneath his tight wet tank top. His face scrunches once more as a wet crackling noise echoes through the bowl. After a delay an audible THOOONK of a turd breaching into the water. The smell emanating was far worse than any fart he or Ben could muster. Pure filth.

In the distance a booming voice erupts "Woah dude, Courtesy flush that shit" as a fist pounds the cubicle wall. I recognise it immediately! It's Ben! Excited I start clambering over the soiled material of the Giants jocks. My best friend is only a few feet away! My tiny feet and hands moving as fast as my excited heart is beating.

My eyes unwavering from my next destination towards my best friend, I fail to notice Up above Vik chuckles "Is smell of real man". His booming voice masking the careless scraping of toilet paper through his messy crack.

I clamber over the seam of his filthy yellowed jock strap. Years of sweat, piss and ass grime baked into its fibres. I Feel a huge shadow cast over me. Halting me in my tracks. A huge hand slams down in the distance. Another behind me as the grimey fingers grip as the pile of his shorts and jock. Gripping the ground beneath me, I am lurched skywards. Looking up in time to scream as I see the messy wet, taint of my giant janitor. My screams immediately muffled as my tiny body is slammed into the grimey, oily pit of his barely wiped taint.

The fumes of the swampy darkness clouding my vision, the thud of his wet skin disorienting me. My tiny brain shuts down as I pass out to the sound of the elastic snapping around his waist, and the rhythmic swinging as his huge legs start grinding once more as he stomps his enormous form out of the assaulted toilet cubicle.

Fifteen Minutes - Part 6

Vik casually lets his elasticated waistband snap against his firm, furry belly. As he exits the tiny cubicle his sweaty shoulders squelch against the stall walls. Hearing the stranger in th stall next to him struggling, He bends over to slide a fresh roll of toilet paper under the opening of the cubicle "sounds likes you needs dis more" he chuckles as he stands back up, Poor Ben grunts out a thank you as a fresh wave of protein fuelled waste expels from his hairy ass into the bowl, immobilising him within the cubicle as the Eastern European Samaritan thuds out through the locker-room with me on board.

Vik's huge, wide ass is hugged proudly as he walks past the wall length mirror of the men's locker room. His thin shorts, aged from years of neglect, grind violently between his deep and meaty cheeks. One step after the other, the gigantic man stomps to the stale sweat filled air of the gym once more. His worn old jock strap grinding against his poorly wiped taint. He can feel his oily hairs grinding against the strained material as he lumbers his way back to the weights room. Noticing the smooth personal trainer Dan flirting with a gym goer, he slyly sneaks behind him.

Carefully and secretively he arches his fat arse cheek ever so slightly in the direction of the manicured man. From within his depths of his bowels, he lets a silent stream of methane pass out from within him. Crop dusting the arrogant jock in a move of secret pleasure. Keeping an eye in the mirror Vik chuckles to himself and continues to the dark and crowded weight room. With the benches taken, his eyes turn to the squat rack.

The heat of the silent but deadly awaken me from my blackout. I panic and fight off the wirey vines as I bounce against the hammock like seam of the sweaty jockstrap. My stomach lurching wth each trampoline style bob that is caused by the grinding fat thighs. Inam terrified as I crawl to balance on all fours on the tiny seam of the huge, stained jock strap, right behind his balls. Deep under his taint and with a clear view through his enormous crack towards the gigantic brown anus in the distance.

My eyes adjust to the light, allowing me to be able to witness the true horrific detail of the habitat I have found myself in. I shudder, never wanting to see any anus at the best of times, I feel so insignificant that the enormous orifice of my work's janitor could swallow me whole now.

The pucker is swollen from years of abuse with massive Russian feasts leading to heavy, wide turds that strain it to its lengths. His lack of personal hygiene have left it barely maintained, and careless wiping that has coated the forest of hairs from his coin slot, through his crack and into taint is a brown caked on film.

The circular shape, orientation and deep wrinkles of the anus make it appear like the eye of a tropical storm cell. The irony not lost on me as I realise the storms it can produce. As the wet and dirty orifice flexes and crackles in the distance, I return my focus to my location under the swampy taint of an unhygienic brute. The landscape can only be described as nightmarish.

Like a gothic, putrid forest. Wet hairs protrude like gravity defying forests, stretching in all directions along the contours of his grimes unwashed skin. Long drapes of shit stained pubic hair hang down around me like Spanish Moss. I grip the stained threads of the elasticiated strap as It bounceslike a gigantic hammock in time with his thunderous footfalls. My tiny size finding balance as the huge legs swing heavy either side. Thankfully his hours in the gym have built strong enough and wide enough thigh muscles that create a gap in his groin that prevents me from being ground to a pulp within the crevice.

The heat and sweat in the stale air have created a humid environment that seemed to be seeping into my skin and choking my lungs. I Yelp in shock as a globule of residual shit that had been wiped from his asshole to his taint slowly descends past me like a snake. It drops off with a goopy snap before plopping with a splat on the material the jock, contributing to a freshly laid skid mark around me.

The smell is horrific, worse than a sewer. In addition to the shit caked ass hairs, his moist skin is covered in a layer of grime that forms a green cheesy and mossy paste.

I take a moment to reflect and realise that even as a clean freak, this grime is very likely to be residual in my own taint. Probably the same in Ben's. But nothing is likely to match this soupy habitat of filth that exists within giant Vik's unwashed groin. I note to myself to remember this and improve my scrubbing when I get back to full size.

A distressing thought hits me: "when I am full size".

How will I ever be able to face Vik again. He's such a lovable dope, but I will never be able scrape the memory of his most fitlthy place from my brain. Every time i see him, every time he bends to accidentally expose his hairy coin slot, every time he shakes my hand, every time he uses my computer I will be brought back to this moment, this environment, this horrific experience in its entirety.

Like a cold electric shot, another thought punctures my brain as I bounce on the damp seam of the elasticated jock. "When i get out" I whisper aloud, contemplating as I look at the depths of the forest surrounding me.

"...If..I get out...".

I curl my arms up around myself in a futile attempt to stop the thoughts from coming to the forefront of my mind. But they bombard me, as unforgiving as the stench that surrounds me.

I stand up on the material of the jock. What if i don't get out. What if Ben never rescues me. Will I be stuck in here forever? Surely not. Even a gross brute like Vik would take his jock off to either throw in hamper or put through wash. Sending me to a life in the sewer pipes.

I reach up and entwine my arm in a vine like pube. Or I could crawl up into this dense lush forest. A mere mite on a mighty man. A passenger, a witness. And boy would there be a lot to witness.

Trapped in his groin for the rest of my life, as he cleans our work, as he goes home, as he returns to this very gym where I got lost on him. I shudder at thought of him being unaware as he slams his fat muscle ass onto my computer chair and does his work. Unaware of me living in his filthy swamp between his legs as he arches his body to the side an unleashes fart after filthy fart. The stench of his sweat and methane baking into my skin as I become more a part of him and less of myself.

I manage to manoeuvre through the vines to see his huge ballsac and cock bunched up and jolting about with each step. I'd see every piss, every jerk off, every fuck. My only company a stray hand that delves in to scratch an itchy nut.

I hear a rumbling in the distance and I scurry back to the hair above the seam of the strap. I peer into the distance. The huge anus gurgles and contracts almost growling like a dormant beast of volcano. I watch. As it pulls back in before exploding violently out.

BROOOOOAAAAMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP!!

It rattles my teeth and blasts my ear drums as it spews burning hot methane in to the hairy canyon. After a two second delay it rushes over me. Swinging my vines violently and burning his stench into my pores. I grab at my nose hoping to check my sinuses haven't been broken.

To the outside world, the brute letting a quick fart out mid workout was s non event, for me it was a climactic disaster as the intense festering swamp between his globular hairy cheeks increased to painful temperatures. This was global warming on a whole other scale. My eyes and nose ache as the disgusting putrid stench suffocates me. It is a mixture of sewer, masculinity, and Vik. Years of his heavy diet have concocted an unadulterated stench that sickens me to my core.

I begin to fear the idea that in this location I would be witness to worse environmental events. Stuck, tangled within the ass hairs of the giant man as his huge wrinkled pucker stretches to unload fresh, steaming turds every day. Enormous floaters riddled with corn and laden with thick milky protein. Watching as the enormous building sized excrement pushes it's way out of his hole with a wet mucousy crackle before bombarding the stale, piss-filled waters of the toilet below. Gripping the vine like hairs for dear life, praying his meaty paw won't collect me with the toilet paper and drag me through the mud pit of filth when he wipes from his dangling balls to his wrinkled hole.

As I acclimatised to the noxious gases my thoughts turned to my own digestive system. How would I survive? I question as my stomach gurgles. How will I eat? My eyes turn upward to the cheesy skin. Surely the organic matter baked into it must have some nutritional value? I reach up and use my tiny hand to scrape a loaf sized chunk of grime off the ceiling of the taint. It's warm and crumbling in my hands like melted brownie.

I try and convince myself "it's just a brownie, it's just a brownie, it's just a big, gross brownie" as I raise it to my mouth. I use my free hand to pinch my nose as I bite down. The taste pervades through my pathetic attempts, warm and salty with another flavour I've never tasted before. It is that of shit. I shudder at the humiliation of it all but gulp it down. I survive the next bites til the loaf is gone. I feel ill, but nutritionally satisfied.

I let my self down a pube back to the jock below. As I get lower I feel it jolt and snap off, leaving me to fall metres to the trampoline like seam. As I recover a burst of light comes in as a monolith finger journeys in to my humid swamp. Almost sentient, a scum-filled finger nail bursts in to reach the follicle of the ass hair I had just pulled out. The huge nail slams it's jagged point into the dark soft skin and slowly drags back and forth like a mechanical digger. The scraping noise is terrifying SCRRCCH SCRRRCH SCRCCCH, sounding like the breath of the Trex from Jurassic park.

As stifled yet fresher air comes in I realise my opportunity and clamber up the vines to leap for the finger. With all my strength I leap onto the nail, sliding til I was wedged between the skin and it.

The wind rushes over me as I almost feel like I am flying as I ascend to freedom atop Viks finger. Realising I am in a very visual spot I get excited, Vik loves me! Once I get his attention I'll be back to Ben and home free! The huge hand rushes past the nuts and flaccid dick before rising into the open air of the sweaty gym.

Holding the nail tight, I grin ear to ear, we are rising up. He's surely to inspect his nail with me on it? My hopes dash As we get higher. I notice his eyes have not journeyed down to my tiny location. Instead they are scanning the room sheepishly. The huge set of fingers is brought up past his chin and lips before resting at th stubble beneath his broad Russian nose. His eyes slightly flutter gently before closing. From deep within the bowels of his chest, wild hurricane of suction heaves from within. The deep, thunderous sound emanates from his throat as he inhales his filthy scent. I grip the nail for dear life as I look up to see his snot soak noses hairs fluttering violently miles above.

Like a vacuum in the space movies, it pulls at me. My tiny hands gripping for dear life, my shoulders feeling like they're about to be torn from their sockets before it abruptly disappates. I collapse against the soft ski and move further away from the edge of the nail.

Which turns out to be a lifesaving manoeuvre as the huge digit slowly docks within the oblivious Giants mouth. Like an eclipse his plump pink lips open up as we journey side him. It becomes clear what he is doing as as his lowers the dirty nail to the shiny white row of teeth. His maw is truly cavernous above with dark pink walls dripping with spit and milky residue from his protein shake. A slimy theatre-shaped cavern leads to his deep dark gullet in the back. The nail crashes into the lower teeth, with crushing sound. The upper teeth descend powerfully to chew down on the nail. The bite creating a sharp cracking sound like rocks being split in a mine as it echoes throughout as the giant cave. Viscous sticky Saliva drips from his mouth, soaking me and sticking me to the soft surface of his skin as I watch from afar. The huge teeth slowly grind and grip as a distinct crunch rings out, the finger pulls away violently as the grimey nail is torn off ravenously.

With a rushing slurp, the finger withdraws, his juicy lips suckle on me, threatening to pull me off. I maintain my grip, vow to avoid this arena of terror at all costs. Soaked in his thick spit, stinking of his putrid breath, I stare upwards. To my shock, two huge, dark, glassy pools of his eyes fall onto me. The Iris's flex and focus as his sweaty brow furrows.

"What is dis?" He booms. Flicking the spit off my hands I lift them and wave "Yes! Yes! Vik! It's me! His huge finger from his other hand man handles me and drags me to his calloused fingertip.

His eyes turn inquisitive "From work?" He questions. Thank god, he can recognise me. My heart fluttersin relief. "Yes, yes it's me Joel from work, I need you to find my friend".

"But I Got rid of all you from work?" He continues. I think that's what he said, I yell back up "i don't understand".

"I thought I killed all the iddy buggies, you must've followed me". Oh fuck, no. I panic and try and spread out to get his attention, trying to form a human shape. "No Vik, buddy, I'm not an iddy buggy, it's me Joel!" I yell up.

He ignores my pleas as he slowly squats down. His huge finger wipes me against the firm ever matting of the squat rack floor. His huge form bounces over me in a squat. His thighs bursting from the thin shorts, his massive cock and balls bulging heavily miles above. His finger bears down on me to scrape me off. Twisting and grinding I feel my ribcage wanting to crack. My density preventing the sweet release of being crushed I whimper into the rubber matting. He begins to press down with his grimey finger. He too notices my unintentional strength and durability. Which angers him more.

"I hate iddy buggies!" With a sadistic snarl in his voice. His finger is joined by and enormous thumb. Gripping his wrist, he seals me in a sweaty, calloused vice as he pinched me violently. I begin screaming louder in pain, with tears streaming down my face. I call for help futilely as the giant man tries to snuff me out between his dirty fingers.

He is interrupted by a fellow meathead who comments "dude gross what are you doing with that bug?" Vik releases his pressure from my back and allows me to fall to the rubbe matting below. I cough and gag, bruised but not broken, as he stands upright to talk to the bulging man. I rollover and look up at the horrific sight above me. The two humongous men tower over me at an unfathomable size with drenched skin and disgusted eyes as they stare down. I notice Vik's thigh lifting his leg upwards as he turns to the other giant. His ratty old sneaker lifted high above me, the dirty messy treads full of dirt and tiny fragments of refuse collected from the streets, I mutter softly "..oh for fucks sake..". Vik's booming voice drowns my thoughts out of my head as, with a guttural growl he responds in a horrifyingly calm tone,

"I'm doing my job".

As he slams his huge sneaker onto the ground below, smothering me in darkness.

Fifteen Minutes - Part 7

There's no adequate way to describe how it feels to be under the firm, yet rubbery sole of a thousand tonnes of a man's sneaker as it slowly grinds you like a cigarette butt. Despite my indestructible density, my tiny body ached in every way. My tiny bones feeling like they were about to snap with each sinister scrape of the rubber tread of Vik's ratty sneaker. The stench of rubber barely protecting me from the horrific odour wafting from deep within his socks.

Stars fill my eyes as the huge shoe raises skyward. For a moment I am stuck to the spongey cubic tread. My stomach lurching as I'm pulled upward before coming unstuck and falling back to the dusty ground below. Staring up I take in the detail of the disgusting shoe. The treads are worn and scuffed, the alleyway near my tiny body is embedded with old pink chewing gum covered in filthy carpet of dirt and lint. In the distance of his heel, a deep brown stain of dog shit has dried and baked itself within his rubber of his shoes. I try to turn to avoid the sight, unbroken but aching. My tiny arms are covered in bruises as my aching ribcage heaves to suck fresh air in. I'm recovering and safe, but worse for wear.

As I look up I see the giant man lean down, bracing himself on a knee as he reaches out to nudge me with a dirty fingernail. His stubbled mouth twists in disappointment as he groans "TRICKY BUGGY, HIDING IN MY MESSY TREADS". He reaches back and starts violently tugging at his shoelaces. A pungent wave of burning hot air floods over me as he tugs the dirty shoe off. His unwashed sock slurps off, slick with sweat as it leaves dirty trails of lint all over the damp skin. Lint and dirt are crammed into every nook and cranny of his sole and hairy toes. He cracks the enormous digits against the rubber flooring. The noise disturbing me, as it sounds like the cracking of skulls and spines to my tiny ears.

Rising back upwards, he grins down "NOWHERES TO HIDE UNDER DESE BIG SMELLY FEETS" he booms as he flexes the toes wide like an outstretched hand. The smell now pure unadulterated male foot stink, cheesy and pungent as it stings at my puny nostrils. The huge appendage slams down violently, my tiny body crushed once more. Feeling like I am beyond repair it slowly peels off before slamming down again. His filthy foot stench choking me as I feel the phalanges flexing and grabbing as he tries to smear me across the floor. I begin to uncontrollably cry once more as I start to futilely try and crawl away between stomps. As the ball of the foot slams down once more I find myself squelched into a gooey grime of his cheesy toe jam. The stench is horrific, just as bad as the grime I had eaten from within his groin.

I gag and cough as the stench embeds itself into my senses. His huge hairy toes wiggle around me and pinch, grabbing me from all sides as he sees my foolish escape attempt. His huge toes scrape me off between them before moving off into the distance, way in the sky beyond I see his face flushed with anger as he slowly moves his calloused, dirty heel over my tiny body. The soft skin of the toes replaced with the pale, firm, dried, caked skin that bears down on me determinedly. I scream as it rolls over me, covering me in my entirety. The huge platform painfully twists in semi circle direction. The intense weight grinding at me. I fight and scream in agony underneath the sadistic man. Praying he will recognise me as the man I am... Or was.

I'm granted reprieve as the huge heel is lifted off me, leaving me exposed for him to inspect me. Hot wind from his nostrils shoots over me as he bends down to inspect me. His eyes struggling to comprehend my form as I raise pleading hands to him. A sharp puff of exhalation whips at me as he scoffs "YOU'S A STRONG IDDY BUGGY, I GIVES YOU THAT." He grumbles "BUT I GOTS WAYS TO GET RIDS OF YOU" he says as he slips his sweaty shoe on once more, tying the laces violently.

He shifts over, his feet stomping either side of my tiny recovering body. He peers down his enormous body, heaving in sweat, exhaustion and anger as he groans "IF CROOSHING NOT WORK, PERHAP FUMIGATING WILL!" He snarls.

His huge form quakes, every muscle shaking and straining as his huge form enters into an enormous squat. His huge ass spreads wide beneath the tight sweatsoaked shorts, his thighs bulging at the seams as the fat hairy thighs burst from the legs of his shorts. His worn seam of his shorts, fluffy from being ground between his meaty cheeks descends towards me. A disturbingly familiar scent and heat floods out over me as he lowers him self as deep as he can go. Looking in the mirror he chuckles "YES, ASS TO GRASS BUGGY" above me I can hear the wet oily wrinkles of his asshole crackling and puckering in anticipation. He looks down, peering between his legs our eyes connect as he furrows his brow "OR FOR YOUS, ASS TO GAS!" He scrunches his face violently.

BUHHHRRROOOOARRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!!

A violent,searing blast sends me skidding across the floor away from him as the humongous fart explodes over me. The filtration of his arse hair and shorts does little to protect me from the pure sewerage stench of the man. My tiny body unable to to protect myself as I tumble across the rubberised landscape. As I shake my head and focus my vision I look up to see another celestial sized body above.

Two huge sneakers surround me, forming a base to a pair of enormous chocolate coloured calves that rise skywards to a massive body clothed only in a grey tank top and bright red basketball shorts that hug every detail of the strange man. I lay prone on my back as the gigantic ebony man, with headphones in to distract him, braces within the squat rack. An ear shattering clank rips through the air as he hoists the tonnes of iron onto his broad swollen shoulders. Unlike Vik's hairy body, this man's one is of smooth, natural muscle. It has been lost to years of bachelor diet of microwave meals and beer, leading to a chunky coating of thick flab. His enormous ass is a jiggling mass of juicy fat that pokes proudly beneath his basketball shorts. I brace myself as that very same ass flexes upwards, spreading in preparation, before hurtling down towards my tiny prone body.

Wind rushes over me like a shockwave as he descends. His strong thighs cease the movement, just mere centimetres above my body the scent that wafts out is less offensive than Vik's, but still a putrid stench that no living being should be subject to. I stare in a frozen shock at the strained seam of his shorts, hints of brown skin peek through the stretched stitching. His enormous fat bulbous butt stretches across my horizon, a magenta sky of pure male ass. Way in the distance, where the heat and stench is radiating from, a wet crackling emanates. The sound now horrifyingly familiar. My eyebrows will and I audibly whimper "Oh you have got to be kid---".

PPFFFFWWWWWOOORRRRT.

A gaseous explosion blasts me backwards. Lighter than Vik's but just as sharp on the nostrils and tastebuds, His awful diet making a stench of processed meat and fried food, not a vegetable to be had. The filthy concoction is painful to the nostrils of men both big and tiny. I slide across the rubber pathetically, my eyes not moving as I watch as the oblivious man rises back to his sky scraper stature once more. His huge fat ass presses out wide as he returns to his squat, equally impressive of a sight from this distance as I'm tumbled back to between Vik's feet. With a clang he re-racks his heavy weights.

I barely make a thud into his smelly shoe as I collide with it. As I lay there, a huge droplet of salty sweat runs off his chin, through his stubble and descends. With an oily, salty splash it drenches me. The closest thing I've had to a shower I've had all evening. Wiping my face and Recovering and gasping for fresh air, I scramble on the ground. All around me, sweaty callous flesh descends like an enormous all encompassing hug as his fingers pinch me up and raise me skyward once more. His voice booming "IS NO GETTING RID OF YOU" as I'm pulled to his sweaty, flushed face, gnashing his teeth. He tries to think, his other hand absent mindedly rising to chew on his fingernail in concentration. As the calcified nail is snapped off violently, it triggers an idea. He shakes his head "I'S NOT WANT TO DO THIS, BUT IDDY BUGGY YOU GIVES NO CHOICE" as he bares his teeth and raises me skyward.

His neck arches back as I'm dangled by my shoulders above his hungry wet maw. "NO VIK PLEASE DONT DO THIS!"I scream and squirm as his whale like tongue flops about hungrily and his tonsils gulp in anticipation, revealing his deep dark gullet. He slowly lowers me past his plump lips. The stench within his mouth awful and stagnant. The pink and purple walls coated in a viscous saliva. Disgusting plaque and tartar are encrusted into the off-white teeth, stray food scraps and debris are wedged between the huge stone-like dental bones, filthy with years of neglect. The rotting stench of digested food floods the cavern from his deep throat. I scream once more "PLEASE VIK DONT SWALLOW ME!" His huge fingers seem to stop their descent as if to respond to me. For a moment I am relieved, until I realise his intention is much, much worse.

The two huge rows of poorly brushed teeth begin to slowly close in. Like two mountainous off-White rocky ranges the teeth begin to close together. The jagged edges approaching each other at my waist. I scream as they clamp down, my flailing legs disappearing behind the slick white stone. My body siezes in shock as the teeth clamp down around me. I had survived intense heat, horrific smells and the dull pressure of the man crushing me beneath his feet and hands. But this pain was unfathomable, my tiny body stayed strong as the sharp jagged bite crushed at my hips. His fingers pulling at me like taffy.

A horrific grinding noise surrounded me as the two rows began to grind side to side against each other trying to bisect my tiny body. Saliva dribbles down around me like molasses, trying to corrode my soft skin. I feel my insides moving and wanting to collapse. My body is pulled out and up-ended, I scream as he plunges me face first between his molars. I can see his hungry tongue as it laps at me, his throat quivering, hungry to devour its meal. The heavy molars hold me like a vice and grind powerfully, trying to destroy my internal organs.

His face grimaces as he tries to pull me harder, my tiny vertebrae feeling like they are going to seperate from themselves entirely. I'm in too much shock to even muster a scream. I just want this to end as the enormous man tries to bite this Iddy buggy clean in half.

"GGGGRRRAAAHHH-PTOOOO" he roars and spits me into his palm. "TOUGH IDDY BUGGY, YOU DONT KNOW WHEN TO DIE" he growls violently. His enormous paw of a hand curls around me, sealing me in a warm darkness. I feel him stomping but unsure as to where. The coiled fist unfurls and I feel myself falling. My stomach almost escapes my throat before I land with a tiny plop into a viscous pool. I resurface, gasping for air, my lungs filled with the sickly sweet stench of... Chocolate?

Thick milky water supports me as I wipe my eyes to find myself in a foggy semi clear silo structure. I grab onto a beige buoy device that feels soft and smells like ...oats? Gazing up the the ceiling above I see it is a circular black dome. With it a smaller chimney opens to the clear sky of the gym roof above. The water swishes about violently before a huge dark eye peers in. A deep baritone Eastern European voice calmly booms "DERS NO GEDDING OUT OF DIS ONE, IDDY BUGGY" the eye disappears and is replaced by a set of stubbled lips, which part to reveal Vik's cavernous open maw. The protein shake is tipped back and the thick chocolate liquid begins pouring towards his hungry mouth.

Instinct kicks in and I start swimming against the current, his throat audibly gulping at the thick proteiny drink. I remain in the protein shaker as he finishes his gulp. His eye returns with obvious frown "IDDY BUGGY STILL TOO STRONG, I KNOWS TO SLOW YOU DOWN" he smirks as he lowers his lips over the opening, creating a seal with a direct view to his tonsils. I watch as the quiver and quake before a rush of violent air rises from their depths.

BUHHRAAAAHHHHHPPPPPPP.

He floods the container with his fetid, meaty belch. The fresh air replaced by his filthy vile burp. With a booming clang, the plastic lid is sealed shut. The stinking air suffocates me. A disgusting concoction of his stomach juices, food and I digested protein from today I look out the foggy plastic to see his grinning face. He taps the plastic like a kid with an aquarium "DATS IT, SUCK IN MY STINKY BREATH WHILE I DO MY SET. I'LL BE NEEDING BIG DRINK AFTERS!" He booms as he sets it on the floor behind his squat rack. A perfect view to watch his enormous form squat in the rack.

I watch as his enormous body bends low, the enormous ass that was my landscape previously straining his tiny shorts, his face and torso drenched in sweat as he powers through. As he clangs the weights back in the rack he turns and rubs his furry tummy, licking his lips he stomps towards me with a ravenous look in his eyes. The plastic shaker is lifted and his huge arm shakes if violently about, my tiny body slamming into all sides. My body floats to the top as his huge paw of a hand grips the lid and spins it off roughly.

Fresh air floods in as he peers in the open lid. He beams down "DIS IS IT BUGGY, NO MORE TRICKS, NO MORE STRONGS. YOU'S GOING DEEP INTO MY BELLY" he says as he shows me his furry gut, drumming it firmly with his hand THUMP THUMP THUMP. The fat covering his belly quakes with each thump, sending a ripple throughout his muscle gut.

"I FINDS USE FOR YOUS AFTER ALLS, PROTEIN FOR BIG MANLY MAN. I SWALLOW YOU, DIGEST YOUS, AND SOON, YOU BECOME PARTS OF MY MUSCLES" he booms as he raises the shaker to his face. His huge bicep swelling as he does it, as if to prove the point. He stops, mid-thought "OR I JUST SHITS YOU BACK OUT?" He comments with a shrug.

The container is hoisted skyward, far above his open mouth. His eyes wide with glee as the goopy milky shake pours through his plump lips and into his cavernous mouth. It splashes about his mouth, dribbling tiny droplets into his dense stubble. The main stream descends over his tongue and directly down his opened gullet. I scream as the oat carrying me in protein shake drops through space, clearing his lips, teeth and tongue and traveling directly into his throat. I am swallowed by the darkness as a huge gulp pulls me within him.

Vik finishes the container of protein and rubs his thick, hairy stomach satisfied. He pinches a large clump of fat between his thumb and finger and gives himself a disappointed look in the mirror. "I Spose I should work dis off" he mutters to himself as he jiggles the hairy paunch. He steps out of the squat rack and lumbers towards the cardio area. On his way, he passes a strange hairy young man, who is on his hands and knees at the weight bench, scouring the floor for something he lost. Thinking nothing of it, Vik puts his headphones in and continues to extend his workout.

Fifteen Minutes - Part 8

Vik stomps his way through the gym, leaving the darkness of the weights room for the bright lights and crowds of the cardio area. He rubs his tummy casually, barely feeling the tiny buggy sloshing about in the thic protein shake within its dark depths. He slides up to a stationary exercise bike and grips the handles, they are tiny within his huge paw like hands. The metal groans as he heaves a leg over and stands atop the pedals. His thick calves and thighs flaring and supporting his immense weight upon the poor bike. A young twinky guy on the bicycle behind him watches in disgust as the huge man's Beary ass spreads wide as he takes a seat. A hairy coin slot displays proudly as Kilograms of hairy fat cheeks strain at the poor thin material. A dark, defined sweat patch highlights the disturbing curvature of his moon like ass. He slams down on then padding with a thud that shakes the gym floor.

He starts pedalling slowly before building up to an intense pace. Drips of sweat are sliding off his skin into his hairy pelt before flying off to the bike and thin carpet below. Dan the personal trainer jogs over to see how his twinky customer is going with his cardio. The young think, breathless and flushed, gestures with his head to the drenched man before him. Dan swallows a gag in his throat, lifting his shirt up to unintentionally reveal his smooth 6 pack of abs as he covers his mouth with the cotton of his shirt. He lets go of his shirt calmly contains himself. Running his hands through his plump and manicured hair he collects himself "Sir, I've told you before, you need a towel" he says with rehearsed determination.

Vik shifts his whole body and turns to him "Me?" He questions innocently. Dan replies "Yes sir, it's unhygienic for other customers".

Vik sighs "Yous all liddle pussys, is not unhygienic. Come to Russia, there you see real gross mens" he says as he stands back on the pedals. "Where's I do cardio" then he demands to the handsome trainer.

Dan, still acclimatising to Vik's sweaty fumes stifles a vomit. "Anywhere but here dude" he mumbles. Vik thuds off the bike, his ass jiggling in his wet shorts as he leans into Dans face. "Dis because I cropdusted you earliers is it?" Dan looks confused as he continues "Well stay safes, next fart I not sneak behind you, but blows right in your priddy boy face" he says as he prods the firm pecs of the young man snarls his lip.

The two remain in intense stare before Vik booms out laughing "I's kidding! I understands" he says as he forces dans face into his armpit with a big hug. Dan gags and fights at the filthy salty stench of the unkempt mass of armpit hair that his face is thrust into. Vik slams a huge paw onto the perfectly styld haircut of Dan, Messing up his hair roughly "I's find elsewhere to do" he says as he turns to walk away. He turns over his shoulder with a smirk. "But I hopes you enjoys that" As he thuds off. The young twink questions his trainer "enjoy what" he starts before a sharp distinct fart smell penetrates his nostrils. Both men gag whilst Vik stomps away, rubbing his farting fuel tank of a belly as he leaves them in his wake.

He enters the body weight area and shifts on the spot. Slamming his fat ass on the wooden floor below. He rolls his broad shoulders back and lays with his arms above his head. A set of fingers journey to his belly hair and lightly dance through the thick pelt. He thuds his dirty sneakers down firmly. His stomach begins feeling uneasy inside his hairy muscle gut. With a groan he pushes his way up, and lays back down. Inside, my darkness of enclosure contracts as his stomach compresses around me.

I scream as the milky liquid and stomach acid slosh about like a willly wonks boat ride. Chunks of his meaty lunch thud into me like bits of bobbing debris within a maelstrom of acid, food and liquid. As he crunches his abs the sea of digestion swells violently and sloshes about. He repeats his sit ups constantly, his muscles straining and stomach beginning to ache. The repetitive motion making my tiny stomach want to hurl myself. I feel the gas inside getting to my head. It's a putrid rotting smell of stale curdled milk and meat carcasses slowly disintegrating. The gaseous buildup strains the walls over the stomach as the ab muscles contract around them.

As he strains up once more I feel the walls spasm around me. The gas swirls and the stomach acid rumbles. The tight orifice above me quivers before.

BUUHHLUUUUURPPPP.

THe sloshy ocean splashes a tiny globule of soupy vomit up through the slimey throat and into the disgusting mans mouth. The whale like tongue collects the sour spit and heaves it towards his plump lips. Passing his tartar caked teeth i am pushed out towards a large black fabric mass. Huge fingers push behind it to catch the disgusting phlegmball, scraping it off his rough tongue. The black fabric of his tank top drops and and slams into his dense chest hair. My tiny body coming loose and tumbling into the darkness of his Amazonian pectoral forest. I look up to see the light lost in the distance and hang my head. All I can muster is a solemn "Fuck...".

His huge muscular pecs slowly grind against each other as he moves once more. Grumbling to himself "Dats nuff for today" I start to panic. I stare upwards past the canyon of his pecs to see his huge face flushed and drenched with sweat. His broad dark nose flares and exhales a fetid stench into my habitat of his chest hairs "Fuck no! Vik don't got home" I begin hyperventilating. The only chance of me getting back to Ben is to stay in this gym, and now the oblivious brute is taking me home. I feel ill. If this is how disgusting he is in public, I can only imagine him in the comfort of his own home.

I can visualise it clearly. I'm trapped, tangled in his belly hair. Lost to the world in its dark horrid depths as the enormous man sits on his couch of his messy bachelor pad eating a family bean recipe, clothed only in his skid marked tighty whiteys. His greasy fingers wiping over the forest above me as he unleashes a filthy belch. A huge monolithic cock swings into the sky like a phallic skyscraper as his hairy paw grips it and starts jerking. The veiny dick quivering befor spewing rivers of stinking white cum over the tiny little straight guy, sealing me against his grimey unwashed skin. As the thick salty cum cements me to his belly, the wall of fat trembles as his bowels distend and a thunderous wet fart splatters into his underwear. I close my eyes and pray for safety as his huge body quakes and stands, the wet fart a timely warning of the piles of shit he needs to unload into his filthy, stained toilet bowl.

I'm shaken from the horrific visualisation by the slamming of his paw against a huge door. He stomps through into a huge glossy white room .i clamber to the top of the chest hair canopy and peer out to see dozens of disgusting, sweaty men in various stages of undress from gym gear, to jocks to fully naked. Fat cut and uncut dicks bob about playfully under dense thickets of oily pubes. Thick arses jiggle about, made of various girths and textures from smooth mounds to hair slabs of man meat. Men horseplay and wrestle, hi fiving and farting as they enjoy their disgusting company. To a flea size straight man, this is truly a den of terror.

I'm thankful as Vik bypasses the cavalcade of gross men and stomps to his locker. His chest crushes me as he pulls his gym bag out and slams it on the bench. light floods in as his tank top is peeled off. His shorts and jock to follow. As he stands proudly naked I look down his torso to see a monumental dick swinging beyond his untamed pubes and thuds heavily between his swollen thighs. He bends over to start cramming some clothes on his bag, the hair I am holding bows down, sending me dangling precariously down. I grip it tight and scream. Far below, his bag opens like a sarlacc pit. The wide open zippers like hungry tooth filled maw. Deep in its depths I see a pair of days-old underwear. A dark, moist skid mark graces the seat of the stained yellow tighty whiteys. I let out a slow moan in protest and start clambering back up into the safety of his chest hair. He helps me by standing back upright and walking once more.

His fat bare arse quakes in the warm steamy air of the lockerroom. His strong cock slapping heavily between his massive thighs as he strides proudly through the myriad of men. His hand grips onto a long silver handle before hoisting a huge wooden door open. The heat intensifies as he enters into a dark and steamy cave. Water drops gather around me as he enters into the dark sauna. In the faded light, faceless men are strewn about in complete nudity. Steam obscures their identity as they lounge about in relaxation. Vik himself thuds towards a wooden landing. Turning to lower his sore, tired ass to the damp wood.

His chest quakes as he relaxes back. His profuse sweat coagulating and getting thicker like a stream. I'm futile to stop as I feel myself sliding down the incline of his torso. I tumble through his belly hair, the dark wires unable to grip me as I roll past the huge canton of his belly button. My descent slows as I enter his pubes. The darkness is formidable as I struggle to see. My tiny feet carry me tentatively as I am disoriented. It feels like hours but must only be a quarter of an hour before I feel something crashing through the forest.

Like two bulldozers his grimey fingers come barrelling through. They slam down before me and start digging at the greasy skin. I Yelp as the huge nails bury down, jagged enough to slice me like a guilllotine. As they scratch they instinctively snap forward. Flicking me away. I let out a terrified scream as I float through the air and land with a thud on the wooden seat of the sauna. I land in a viscous puddle of ass sweat. Droplets coagulate and drip down disgustingly around me. Each reeking of salt and shit from his ass crack. His disgusting rancid ass hole drips shit laden sweat drops through the forest of ass hair, descending to stain the wooden bench below.

His fat thighs quake as two huge hands slam onto the knees, he roars as he lifts himself skyward. There, in the shadow of his immense ass, I truly appreciate his entirety. As if to bid farewell,he steps one foot down and spreads his ass wide. A wet, long spluttering fart trumpets out triumphantly before I watch his ass disappear into the dark mist. The stench is putrid as it mixes with the steam to infiltrate the atmosphere of the air. Gagging men shuffle and fight to escape the dark tight enormous Dutch oven. A weird sense of satisfaction comes over me, knowing I'm not the only one who has had to experience the filthy Russian's vile methane explosion. Knowing what I've been through in his very underwear. The huge shadows of men hurry out, leaving the dark and dank sauna. The soft searing of steam the only noise in the solitude of the room.

I hear the murmurs of men disappate as they leave the darkness of the room. I sit in silence, my first moment to collect myself and realise the arduous adventure I have been forced upon. For the first time in my life I am devoid of control. Light floods in as the door swings open. A huge shadow stomps in the darkness. The alien like deity stomps over to my precarious position. The light reflects of its enormous form to reveal a smooth sheen of skin. In the silence I watch his shadows contort in the misty sky. As he descends I see much more detail as an enormous set of low hanging balls descend, cropped only with a peachy thresh of hair.

The heavy nuts lower themselves around me. The soft wrinkles envelope me like a gigantic sweaty beanbag. The stench is bizarre. It is of pure masculine musk, but for the first time in my arduous adventure, it smells ... Clean? The smooth balls are slick, with barely any hair to capture the sweat. Now a straight man doesn't belong under another man's balls, but if I was to be under a set of cum filled nuts, the sweet scented balls of this giant are not as bad as it could be. Nevertheless this is not the position I want to be in, so I start to manoeuvre myself towards the front of the bench. Hoping to catch the attention of the cleanly man to help me get back to Ben.

As I near the front of his groin I am within the shadow of his soft cock. I stare up the expanse of his immense body. In the darkness I can make out his well built body. His face is obscured by the darkness and steam above. His stomach gently rises and falls under a set of firm and, his bulging firm pecs leading the motion. Solid broad shoulders flow down to swollen biceps contained within smooth and hairless skin that travels to his smooth yet calloused hands that rest stop his juicy thighs. As he sweats in the sauna, The smell of his groin is accompanied by a new scent, a sharp salty fragrance. I am trying to put a name to it, but before I can solve it, his plump cockhead jolts in excitement. It's Pre-cum.

The steamy air billows around me as a huge hairy paw descends to grasp the package before me. Up above, a similarly buff giant floats into view. The face, partially obscured by shadow is cropped with a dense stubble. It pushes towards the smooth giant as two sets of plump lips crash into each other. A deep slurping sound breaks the silence of the sauna as the two engage in a passionate kiss.

The huge hairy hand flares out, fingers branching out over me, before contracting and pulling me into the damp sweaty sac. My yells of protest muffled by the soft wrinkled scrotum. They slowly pull upwards, dragging my tiny body to the base of the slick and veiny shaft. The circumcised mushroom head of his dick now raging hard with blood and dribbling viscous precum. "oh god, oh god no" I mutter as a steady droplet of precum slowly rolls over me like a wall of molasses. The taste sour and distinct, it clogs my mouth and coagulates in my hair like a bath ful of hair gel. The calloused fingers of the hirsute athlete drag me up the tall slender shaft to the source of the goopy ejaculate. I grip the spongey mushroom head on all fours as a huge manicure thumb gently rubs the knob end in concentric circles, sending its owner into spasms of ecstasy.

The thumb slowly bears down, gripping the throbbing cock like a joystick and pressing down. My tiny body is forced into the tight, flaring slit. The salty precum and acidic piss residue sting my skin. I grip the edge of the slit for dear life as the hairy knuckles retreat down the shaft. The two men continue to consume each other's writhing tongues as the strong, well trained fingers start pumping at the shaft.

THOOMP THOOOMP THOOMP is accompanied my the wet squelching of dribbling cock juices as I'm shaken about. My tiny lets fighting to keep me out of the dark and dangerous piss slit. In a rare act of luck, this speeds the ordeal up. The smooth giant writhes in ecstasy. Breaths are heavy and moans escape uncontrollably from both men.

Rivers of warm salty cum spew out of his flaring cock like lava expelled from a fleshy volcano. I scream as I'm hurtled through the air, landing on his abs in a globule of his seed. I see a fresh squirt of thick load arching across the sky like a comet. I'm left prone on the muscular belly of the giant man. Looking up I mutter "oh god please..." as huge white droplets the size of bathtubs splash back down on me. Pummelling me into a soupy pool of thick cum.

All three of us collapse in recovery, heaving as we all struggle to catch our breath. The smooth giant grips his partners head of hair and slyly instructs "now to get rid of the evidence" in a booming familiar voice.

From the darkness of the steam a huge jaw appears over me, licking his stubble around his enthusiastic lips before a whale of a tongue slowly unfurls out: the huge rough tongue scoops up streams of white cum that trail up the man's entire torso. The hairy jaw travels up the chest like a snow plot. Reaching the nipple his pink lips give the dark teet a passionate kiss. His obscured face returns to me and hovers above me, revealing only his jaw and lips. A mouth full of cum is swallowed with a definite and deep gulp. His mouth opens wide once more to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. He exhales, sending a wave of fresh but cumsoaked breath wafting over my puny body. His tongue rolls out and collects the generous amount of cum up once more, dragging it up to his partners perky teet. The smooth man arching in enjoyment as the prickly stubble surround the hirsute mans mouth tickle his sensitive areola. His tongue laps over me. As I protest my own tongue is exposed, leading to my first kiss. I have never kissed a man, but now I am experiencing a a full body French kiss.

As he pulls back I am hurtled skywards on his tongue. He licks his lips once more, allowing me to dislodge and avoid his sickening gulp of his gullet. I crash into the spike bush of his stubble within the crevasse of his chin. The world whizzes past as both men stand upright. The smooth man's lips come into view as they crash into the stubbled maw of my new host. His breath assaults me as he pulls back and demands "remember, no one can know about this" They swing massive white towels around their waists and head out to the busy traffic of the men's lockerroom.

I watch as the smooth man leads into the bright white arena of masculinity. His perfectly sculpted shoulder blades grind as he walks. His perky and proud smooth ass crowns out of the tightly bound white towel. His cheeks grind together with each stomp of his vascularised and long feet. The smelly soles slapping loudly against the tiles of the lockerroom. They round the corner to a row of sinks to wash up. It is then I am truly shocked. In the reflection of the mirror I see it is Dan, Lucy's boyfriend. Resident trainer for the gym throwing looks of admiration to my host. I peer out to the mirror before me as I see I am riding on the chin of the handsome yet narcissistic Greek Adonis from the weights room.

I freeze as I see his dark eyes narrow and he leans in to inspect his chin, groaning "what the fuck is THAT" I sieze up at the prospect of him finding me as Dan interjects "pooh georgies got a zit!" I cast my head up and see above me, sure enough, is a swollen red mound. The inflamed skin forms a volcano shape leading to a white pearly globule of pus that is the size of a yoga ball. Dan, inspecting his own face mentions offhand "just pop it dude" George inspects the puss filled pimple concerned. He raises two huge dark fingers up. The perfectly trimmed nails a refreshing sight for me, but one I can't appreciate as a brown finger print slams onto me. I scream as the giant pushes with all his might. My tiny ribcage about to collapse in on itself as the strong man attacks the nuisance of a pimple.

The wall of flesh behind me swells like a jumping castle before an enormous bursting crackle explodes like a wet firework. He bursts out laughing as his hands drop away. In the distance I see a huge globule of pus has splattered onto the glass of the gym mirror. As I look out I feel a warm dripping from above and look up in horror as the foul smelling white cream of his pimple spills slowly out. The stench is of festering bacteria and infected follicle. It slowly descends, coating me in its filthy juices. It embeds in my hair, eyes and mouth as it drenches me. The disgusting white sauce the worst white liquid from a man I've ever been exposed to. Strewn with streaks of blood a huge finger crashes down and scrapes me off the hairy chin.

His eyes inspect the stain atop his fingertip as he booms "Dude what the fuck is this?" As he extends his finger to Dan's handsome, clean shaven face. Dan's eyes focus on me and his soft lips slowly part with mouth agape. His fresh breath floods over me as he says the most terrifying thing:

"IS THAT...JOEL?!"

Fifteen Minutes - Part 9

I don't know who's eyes are wider, mine in shock of being recognised, or Dan's in shock of what I might have seen. Dan is the first to move as he reaches to George's chin and plucks my squirming body free of the oily stubble. His huge thumb and finger hold me by the arse as I flail like a true bug in his grip. He raises me to his handsome face and almost goes cross eyed as he examines me.

He asks calmly "Joel, how did you get so small? Did you do this?" I shake my head vehemently as he continues "did someone else do this to you?" To which I respond with elated head nod. He'll be able to get me back to Ben!

George booms "dude is that the jerk always trying to get Lucy?" Dan lifts a finger to silence his bud."SHHHH!... Joel, how much did you see?" He turns his huge planetary head to the side to aim his ear towards me. He strains to hear my tiny squeaks. It's useless as I am so small. He takes a long, deep breath and calmly asks "Did you. Did you see the sauna?" He asks I nod my head slowly and clearly. He bites his lip in frustration, turning away before looking back at me "everything?" I slowly nod once more. He slams his other hand to the counter violently. George roars "FUCK!l"

George leans into his face, squishing the hand holding me between their firm defined bare chests. "As soon as he grows back, He's gonna rat us out dude. I can't lose my followers to this!" He snarls down at me. "We have to get rid of him" he threatens.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Dan questions.

"I dunno dude?!" He says, starting with an exclamation before reducing to a whisper "what about if we just, you know, eat the fucker. He's no bigger than a booger after all?

Dan shoots the idea down "what if he regrows inside you, he'll split you a part" he shakes his head. "No we just need to make sure he knows he can't tell anyone. Scare him a little you know?"

George snaps his fingers "I got it! Pass him to me" my tiny body is roughly man handled as the Giants exchange me between them. George grins in excitement as he starts hurried stomping to a huge cubicle. He pushes the door open and extends the hand carrying me over the stale water of the bowl.

I screech and grip his finger for dear life. Dan luckily stops him "dude I said scare him not kill him!" As he tugs at his buddies arm to restrain him. George smiles down and lifts me to eye level. He laughs "why not both?" He rubs his muscle tummy. "It's simple, we drop him in the bowl, I squat my hairy Greek ass on the seat and unleash some terrifying turds onto him. look at him, he's barely the size of the corn in my crap after mama's traditional cooking. Then in a flush the little shit gets shoved in the sewers where he belongs. No one ever has to know what happened!"

Dan slams the toilet lid down "dude no, look we just gotta give him incentive to keep his mouth sealed." He says as he prys me out of the firm vice like pinch of his buddy. Dan looks down and asks "are you gonna tell anyone?" I shake my head no to let him know the secret is safe "not even Lucy?" I visually try to.inform him that I can be trusted. His lips form a distrusting grimace. "I dunno man...".

"I don't think you know what this means to us, I think you gotta think it over before we let you go." He smiles as he gets a genius idea. "Dude I'm a personal trainer, I'll train the little bug into obedience!" He snaps his fingers.

George does not look impressed by the idea so dan explains "look, I can use my skills, and this fucking godly bod, to pummel him into submission. Think about it, who's gonna wanna spill the beans after I put him on the weight bench and smother him with my smooth shaven frank and beans?" He laughs as he grips his bulge emphatically. "Or," he continues as he plucks me up and dangles me over his pit "smother his mouth shut for a couple of workouts while I pumpthese guns!" He says as he squeezes me in the deep pit tight. The stench is horrific, despite his washing. It's a pure, salty, masculine stench.

George warms up to the idea "yeah, and if he keeps wanting to be a pain in our ass, we can let him do it for real. We can drop his tiny little body in your freshly waxed ass as you teach a squat class." He says as he emphatically slaps his buds firm cheeks. George's face drops in thought "what about Lucy though, what if she catches you training him?" Dan's smile fades similarly. "You're right, we can't risk him being so close to her. But I don't think I can kill the little fucker in the toilet. We've just got to think of keeping him somewhere that Lucy will never go." Both their eyes widen in unison as the come to the same conclusion.

Gesturing to his buddy to follow they stomp through the bathroom before coming to the communal showers. Huge men flank the duo as they drop their towels. Huge donkey dicks flap heavily between the huge legs of the buff men. He sets his eyes on the prize. A tired old bar of communal soap.

He places me at waist height on the soap dish as he picks it up. George stares down at me "don't move" he demands. I feel myself slipping on the wet porcelain but I am stopped by a monolithic dark hair cock slamming down from the heavens. I scream as George's semi flaccid cock slams down. His juicy Greek manhood is like a breached prehistoric shark to me. I can smell his unique stench and can feel the heat radiating off it as it extends like a horrific manly bridge to the dense Bush of his groin. His body quakes withhuniliating laughter, my eyes travelling from his Bush, up past his firm abs to gargantuan pecs that seemingly stretch across the sky as his huge stubbled face peaks over the horizon. His deep chuckle shaking my core as he chuckles "I said don't move!" He booms as his buddy uses a nmanicured nail to scratch a divot into the well used bar of soap. Bits of pubes and male skin are stuck to the outside of the bar.

His hand descends like a claw and pinches me once more. "Here you go Joel. You stay still and I might consider helping you grow back." He squishes me into the chemical smelling soap before ramming a huge clog of soap back on me. Wetting it to cement it around me. He lowers me back to the soap dish and squats down to be at my eye level "if I were you I'd try my best to stay hidden and keep my mouth shut. I'm sure that there are a lot of other guys that wouldn't treat a little bug like you very well." I fight and squirm but the thick soap holds me firm and immobilised.

I scream out for him repeatedly to come back as he stands tall to join George, their huge flaccid dicks hanging over me ominously as they crash into each other. George nervously looks around for security and whispers in Dan's ear "I could go another sauna man." Before turning to me "and hopefully when we get back he'll be asshole deep in some gross dude" he laughs, Dan laughs in return, They slap each other's backs and twist to leave. I'm left screaming for them as all I can do is watch their fat muscles asses quake heavily with each proud stride away from me.

I'm left prone and exposed stansted on the soap dish of the communal gym shower. My arms immobilised I can't even wipe my tears as I look out. Ben's words echo through my head "ALLL...THEMMM...DONGGGS" his words never more truthful as I look out to see almost 12 men all standing under the teeming water of the showers. Completely nude as the casual scrub the filth from ther huge forms. A cavalcade of men. With chunky white guys with fat stubby dicks poking from unkempted messes of pubic hair, firm muscled Asians with smooth bodies and cocks that reveal every detail, and handsome black men with humongous cocks that slap heavily between their muscled thick thighs. A large red head rugby man with a flaming red Bush and beard grabs his smaller Italian looking friend as they slam together in a casual display of unintentional homerotic fun. But for me as tiny shrunken straight man, the worst sights were yet to come.

My eyes, panicking, begin to focus on the men's hands. Their huge fingers grip pathetic cakes of soap. The poor shared soaps are lifted from their porcelain dishes before being slammed into the titanic men. One mountainous man slams the slippery soap into his firm pec, another bar is burrowed aggressively into the hairy pit of its user, a third rubbed rhythmically in concentric circles through the dense pubes of its masculine jock, reducing the size of the cake into a foamy lather. I let out a sympathetic scream, humanising the poor soap as the same jock pulls the diminishing cake and drags it to his swampy crack. Burying it in deep into the dark demonic cavern with an Audible slurp that I hear from my distance vantage point.

I pull my eyes away from the sight and softly begin to weep. The harsh fluorescent lights burn through my clenched eyes as I try and mentally escape this nightmare. A huge shadow drifts across the light sky, forcing my eyes to open to witness a firm and slender hand grasps the taps of the shower. The smooth hand twists the handle with a teeth grating grind. I squirm to see the new giant, my eyes running up his smooth body. The muscled but thin stomach descends to a perfectly trimmed cock below, and the abs push upward to a small but defined chest. A cute feminine face is drenched by the beating water of the tap, as he wipes the water away I see him in his entirety. He looks like one of those, what do you call them, um Tom Daley like, um twink! My brain finally makes the connection. By far he is the least intimidating giant I've encountered yet, barely in his early twenties, I pray for him to notice me. He'd be sure to help, after all we are both little guys.

My prayers go unanswered as his huge hand grips the soap and lifts it from the dish with a slurp, leaving behind old stray pubes on the stained white porcelain I am hurtled upwards towards the handsome young man's face. His eyes look at the bar before turning to the distance as his plump pink lips and effeminate voice open up "here daddy, let me do you".

My eyes strain to look behind him as he turns, a huge tattooed older man steps into the water "i love you calling me that boy, but keep it for the bedrooom" the man is a muscled beast with a thicket of fur across his chest and back. It covers his tattoos like a manly veil of hairy lace. As his body is soaked by the water he instructs "give Lola a wash" the young giant giggles and slams me into the bears chest ,straight into a gigantic tattoo of a red motorcycle with a "Lola" ribbon draped beneath it. The skin is firm yet squishy. I've learned screaming doesn't help in this circumstance as I keep my mouth shut to avoid the salty sweat entering my mouth.

As the skin is lathered, the gruff man remarks "I think Tim and Anthony could use a scrub too. As he turns about on the spot to reveal his broad hairy back. Adorning his huge shoulder blade is a billboard sized image of Tim Tebow and Anthony Recker making gratuitous love. I'm hurtled unaware into the the graphic image of Anthony's spread pucker as Tim grips his cheeks hungrily. As I'm smeared over the depiction of the enormous booty I feel the soap slowly lowering. The twink enquires "now Anthony's cheeks are clean, can I do your filthy ass daddy?"I look down in horror at the immense hairy cheeks of the man. A thick forest trail descends to a dark canyon like crevasse adorned by direction signed tattoos.The burly man stops him and grabs the soap, lowering it to the soapdish once more "I said don't call me daddy, and you know I prefer you to use your tongue later tonight." He assures the disheartened boyfriend "but Spose you could help polish one part of me" he says as his boyfriends eyes light up when he points to his huge donkey dick hanging heavily between his legs. His Bush littered with salt and pepper hairs as the two men slam together in an enormous kiss.

I'm left prone on the soapdish as the young man is slammed against the tiles. His soft juicy ass is pure fat, the creamy smooth cheeks a welcome reprieve from the hairy and muscled asses I have endured. As the two continue to ram tongues down each other's throats miles above, the fatty cheeks quake above me. A huge hairy knuckle bores through the deep crack as his dirty finger nail buries into the twins eager and well stretched hole. They pull off each other with a gasp and light returns to me as the twink slides off the wall and lowers to kneel before his partners groin. I close my eyes, the last sight I witness is the older man gripping the boy's hair and closing his own eyes in ecstasy as the gentle suckling of his cock commences. My eyes closed I am left to listen as the two men's breath rises over the pounding water. Violently yet loving, repetitive and rhythmic. Both men softly moan as the older man splatters his seed all over the mouth of his lover. Splooging white seed in and around the cute pink lips.

Heaving breathlessly the man grips my bar of soap and pulls it towards him. Instructing his lover to stay still he grips his deflating dick and bears the swollen mushroom head into the soap to clean it. I am smeared by the residual cum and cheesey debris of his manly unwashed circumcised cock. I gag and vomit at the stench and taste of it as it assaults me. The huge purple bulb slamming me like a bus in its spongey surface.

He pulls it off and turns it around. Grasping the boy's hair he pushes it into his cumsplattered face. Dragging me across the smooth soft jaw of the man. I'm pulled up to the plump pink lips that smell of his burly man's groin. The spongey whale like pink surface bending and supporting my form as I'm pushed into it. A terrifying rough tongue extend between them instinctively as he licks up the extra cum and swallows with a terrifying gulp. His face drifts away as I am lifted back to the soapdish and left to crash with a bone shaking thud. I watch the couple finish washing off before extinguishing the tape and striding away in love.

I'm left in the steamy shower room, the men beyond disappearing into planetary shadows. I don't know how much more I can survive at this size. Left only to my memories as the tap drips miles above. I move my arms to adjust myself, finding the soap softening and allowing me to move. I fight hard to dislodge myself, and in the fight distance I see yet another man approaching. The huge shadow gradually becoming more visible As he neared. The man was well defined with a broad chest and hairy pelt that travelled from his strong pecs to his stomach and down to a dense Bush that cropped a thick uncut cock that bobbed playfully between his quaking thighs as they slammed with each rhythmic step. I squirmed and fought harder to escape the soap, not wanting to spend my time dragged across body after body of huge disgusting men.

The fat, admittedly perfectly proportioned cock flops towards me. Draping over my squirming form as he steps into the shower to grip the handles. The steam continues to obscure his torso from above his hairy pecs, hiding the identity of this terrifying man from me. The screeching of the handles hurts my ears once more, just as the stink of the Giants cock hurts my nostrils. Not the salty creamy scent of fresh cum, but rather the strong acidic burning of residual piss that exudes from the wrinkled foreskin that covers his thick purple cockhead. His massive wrinkled ball sac swings heavily behind, carrying two enormous cumchurning testicles that threaten to teabag me. Not wanting to endure this I fight for my life. My arms are freed as I push at the spongey bulbous mass, it slowly retreats and I get to work digging my waist and legs out of the soapy confines. A satisfied groan echoes above as the giant relishes in the warm water, the steam disappearing as he rubs the water over his face. His hairy hands massage his eyes and stubble cheeks, the strong hands coated in a black thresh of arm hair that travels all the way from his hands, over his wrists and forearms to his broad biceps.

His hands fling the water away to reveal the fresh, flushed face of Ben! I scream in excitement. After all I have suffered, my safety is before me! I continue to dig with one hand and wave with the other. But his eyes don't recognise me yet. I feel them fall towards me and I am saved! "BEN YES ITS ME!"

His lips smile as he booms "DERRE IT IS" in response. I'm confused? "It?" I mutter as his calloused hand stretches outwards over me like a Hollywood starship. The realisation hits me harder than his hand does. He hasn't seen me yet, he was looking for the soap. Now I'm prone, close to coming free, and in the unaware paw of my best friend as he raises it to scrub his filthy sweaty body. All that's left is for me to scream as I am slammed into his thick and hairy pec once more.

Fifteen Minutes - Part 10

The bar of soap is hurtled skywards to the ever widening landscape of My best friend Ben's humongous chest. In its entirety it is a dense living forest. Thick wirey hairs, coated in slick unwashed sweat that bind the dark pelt into a living ecosystem. His lungs push the firm muscles of his pectorals in a cool, calm movement. The mountains heaving outward to full capacity, the hair peeling apart like ropes on a ship to reveal the smooth skin beneath it. At the peak of each mountain, beneath the overgrowth, two pert pink nipples protrude amongst the dark skin of his pink areolas,

His gigantic biceps flare wildly as the muscles contract to draw his hand gripping the soap towards the landscape of his chest. The skin of his arms coloured red as blood rushes to heal the strained muscles. The sinew flexing with all the digested food of the slovenly giant that has eaten to fuel his growing body. Way up above, the deep lakes of his eyeballs are gently eclipsed by a set of thin eyelids and curved lashes that look big enough to support my tiny form. As his eyes close, his pursed whale sized lips slowly peel apart in relaxation under the warm beads of water, themselves the size of pools to my minuscule size.

I take the sight in before I am hurtled violently towards the swollen left pec of the giant. My tiny body bracing as I slam into the softness of his chest hair before being beared down into the firm plumpness of the muscle beneath. His hand slowly drags me across the warm surface. Beyond the pounding of water against the skin, I can feel and hear his insides living their daily life. Hollow hurricane like winds whip and fill the lungs, his distant stomach churns and gurgles at the god awful protein shake, and a large thumping heart pumps oceans of blood through his immense body. A veritable symphony of the human body. I hold my head to his chest to appreciate the safety of being against the heart of my best friend once more.

My appreciation for his form is disrupted as I feel the thick hairs ripping at the soap as it lathers. Not wanting to be lost in the impressive chest forest I grip the soap tightly and scream for his attention. I feel it swing outwards and slowly descend down the immensity of his body, it runs against the length of his belly and furry treasure trail before lowering past his pubes. His free hand reaches towards me. The fingers outstewtching wide like a gigantic web as they race towards my form beneath me. I brace for the impact but watch as the claw encases around his long uncut penis. The massive appendage unfathomably large to me as it is hoisted like a silo in a cyclone. The length of the shaft and purple bulb is raised skyward, pulling a massive set of hairy nuts up with it. The humongous nuts now immeasurably larger and terrifyingly smellier than the last time I was near to them. In a coordinated swing by both hands I am plunged in to his slimed taint. I scream and brace myself in fear. I am slammed into his stinking, sensitive swamp underneath his disgusting balls.

The darkness blinds me, the oily stench stings my nostrils, the fatty walls surround and silence my screams. I can hear the blood pumping from the heart miles away, and feel the grimey muddy residue of his sweaty skin. I am disturbed to have a palate for the bouquet of masculine scents and stenchs from my experience today. Detecting the clear smell of sweat, grime and disturbing to know, shit that had been streaked from the depths of his wrinkled pucker to the thresh of his perineum hairs. It was bizarre, despite my terrified circumstance, I felt I had learned from the experience. And now, deep within my brain, I had intimate knowledge of my best friend that no one should ever retain.

Light floods my eyes once more as the soap is withdrawn and pulled along the gap between his thigh and balls. My exposed torso looks out to see a dense forest of filthy wirey black pubic hair. I grip the soap for dear life as it flies over the forest like an imax movie. My tiny hands struggle to grip the depleting bar of soap as it lathers the Amazonian jungle of Ben's groin. my stomach begins to lurch as I feel the soap entering into a concentric circular pattern, like a flight entering a holding pattern as Ben absent Mindedly rubs his groin as he scrubs. The inertia of the soap and the tangled mess of manliness are too much and the vine like canopy whips and collects me, dragging me free from the soap. I scream out and reach out pleadingly as I watch the safety of the soap drift off in its orbit.

I'm left bouncing on the tangled canopy to watch it encircle me. Bracing myself to leap back on, I steady myself as it nears. Ready to leap, I'm not prepared and the huge soap bar pushes me down further into the forest. I panic, midway up the trunk of the curly pubic redwoods. I start climbing back to the light, only for the encircling hand to return and push me back down even further. I scream out for Ben. He's burying me alive in the impenetrable forest of his groin! Ben no, not this! I don't want to be a pubic lice in your disgusting dark groin.

The light disappears further and further as I drop to the warm slippery skin of my best friends disenchanting forest. Darkness surrounds me like a horror movie. I want to collapse and cry. All my efforts to end up an unaware bug to live out my days on my best buds groin. Trapped in the filthy darkness, doomed to be a passenger in his lazy life.

My mind fuels with rage. Exactly, he's the lazy one, in the one who works and gets things done. After all I've been through, this is nothing! I start searching for exit, when it reveals itself, just like a horrifically disturbing version of rapunzel's tower. Ben's soft cock has enjoyed the scrubbing and slowly has started to swell and rise in the distance. Like a Boy Scout I use it as a reference and start running. I need out of this forest fast, if he snaps his underwear on, it's game over, no idea how long it will be until his next shower. Trapped in his humid jocks with only his smelly dick and his cheeto dusted fingers as my only company is not the life for me.

I pound my legs as I run through the tangled mess of stinking, vine like pubes. Racing to my goal. If I can get to his dick I can get his attention when he goes to clean it. My tiny body struggles through the jungle like environment. Racing the clock, I see the bar of soap arch across the sky, held by his hand as it's deposited on the soapdish. His shower finishing I have to hurry. The forest thins out as I find myself running across the base of his bridge like dick. It bobs semi erect over the soapdish as he relishes in the water above. I start sprinting along the length to the exposed purple head in the distance. The skin spongey like a warm juices bouncing castle. As I reach the rock face like edge of his bulb I turn and catch my breath, looking up his furry tummy, along his wide and proud chest and to his calm, relaxed face.

His calm face remains with his eyes closed, I jump up and down on his wrinkly foreskin as it bunches behind his purple shiny cockhead. I struggle to get any response from my titanic friend. My tiny movements arent distracting enough atop the skin of his shaft. Taking a deep determined breath I climb over the wrinkled dunes of foreskin to the shiny sensitive surface of his cockhead. As I gingerly step onto the smooth surface it is slick and slippery like an ice skating rink.
I feel the blood rushing beneath my feet as the shaft of his cock slowly begins to swell. Oh fuck, this isn't exactly the reaction I want from him. Kilometres above I watch as his relaxed face slowly arches back as his pink lips let a slight sigh of satisfaction whisper out. The whole dick shakes violently as a huge calloused hand swing from the side to grasp it by the side. My landscape shakes with a thunderous impact worse than any earthquake as his hand slams to grip his swelling dick. I watch as his huge bicep flexes and contracts once more to draw his hand grasping his cock back to his furry dense bush. It slams into his firm yet soft groin with a dull thud, muted by the suspension like coils of his untamed pubes. A quaking jiggle is sent through the layer of fat that crowns his muscles, travelling from his groin up to his treasure trail cropped belly.

The huge arm reaches its limit against his groin, and slowly and gingerly begins to push forward. Like a tsunami I don't notice at first how the wrinkles of his foreskin are stretched right back with a slow wet crackle. I have no option but to brace myself as I watch when the same wall of wrinkly, scented skin slowly begins to stretch back like an insurmountable wall. The wet precum of my giant bud glistens as the foreskin slowly pushes forward, slurping over his throbbing cockhead. Guided by a strong hand I bears down unstoppingly. As it nears me I don't want to be pushed off to the cold tiles below, instinctively I fallforward to my stomach. Trying to make myself as flat as possible I peek out the side of my eye to see the light of the shower eclipsed by a dark red semitranslucent wall of stretchy skin. Like being between the glass of an aquarium the thick obscure sheeting seals me in. In real time it is probably a second, but to me it lasts a quarter of an hour, my panicked breath forced to slow as I take it in. The dim light, The heat, the manly stench of residual piss and his own special fragrance of old cum. Clumps of dick cheese the size of cakes to me christen the corners of his skin, the crevasses that no man can reach without determined effort. My stomach aches as it tries to vomit up what little food is left in me.

Light slowly slides back in as the skin retreats. I'm forced to my feet, my body smothered in his goopy juices. I watch the wall of foreskin pull back once more before the hand gripping it begins to push forward once more. I evaluate my location and turn to the tip of his dick "fuck that again" I mutter as I start pelting my tiny feet towards the edge, hoping to reach the limit of his foreskin before jumping back on to the safety of his relatively safer shaft. As I run I slip on the leaking precum and snag my ankle in his piss slit. Unintentionally this accident achieves what I could not. My tiny foot aggravating his most sensitive section.

His body reacts violently. His stomach clenches as his hand grips his dick instinctively hard and pulls it towards his clenches torso. A roaring boom of "AH FAAAUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Explodes as he opens his eyes. The instinctive jerk of his hand flings me skyward and off his body. I scream out nononono! I was so close! Now a minor reaction by the immense man has sent me hurtling through the steamy air of the shower. My stomach is thrown violently up my throat as I tumble in the whipping winds as I fall down between his hairy thick thighs, passing his thighs and his firm calves. With a thud I land on a warm and firm surface. My lungs winded, I struggle to breathe. Rolling onto my side I am in a grassy knoll of dark black hair. Coughing I gasp for fresh air. My lungs sting as the only air is a distinct pungent stink. A stench I had only smelt diluted before, but now I am rested against the warm sweaty skin of Ben's putrid feet. The skin stained by the stench of his ratty sneakers. The gaps between his toes the size of seaside bays, the skin ingrained with grimey toejam invisible to the normal sized eye. In the distance, a yellowed toenail is jagged from being recently chewed by the slovenly giant. I can't stop it now, my stomach heaving, I grip an oily toe hair as I puke atop his big toe.

I roll to my back to assess my predicament, my puddle of vomit washed away beneath me. As I flop on my back I am terrified to see the enormity of my best friend arching through the sky, his face obscured by his body. His pecs cover his face as his thighs are crowned by a thick raging cock that is pumped furiously as he braces against the tiles wall of the shower. The wet schlucking sounding like a deep booming crash with each tug to my tiny ears. He begins to slightly hunch over, his face moving like a sunrise into view I begin to witness the most unsettling site any best friend should see, his bud's orgasm face. The gently closed eyes begin to tighten as his brow furrows, blood rushing to his face as his mouth instinctively purses, his breath pounding out of his lungs like a steam engine. His whole body quakes irregullarly as his tugs begin to lose rhythm. His hand supporting him against the shower wall tenses as he leans further forward to crouch closer to the wall. His body almost at climax as he moans a deep echoing moan "ohhh fuuucckk" with satisfaction. His thick cock twitches, the purple shiny bulb ejaculating waterfalls of thick white cum. It splatters onto the soapdish and into his hunched of over belly hair. As I lay prone I give up fighting as pools of thick viscous Ben seed rain down upon me. I hold my breath as it splashes down all around me like gigantic cream. The smell is a vile foreign smell. Pure Ben. As I gasp for air I am forced to swallow the disgusting.

I start to try and wipe it off me, a seemingly impossible task. Unintentionally, Ben begins to help. A similarly huge big toe cranes across the sky before slamming down on the top of the foot I am on. I scream as the pressure bears down on me, threatening to pop me like a grape under his stinking toe pad. I am relieved when the weight lifts off, but not for long. The freshly chewed, yellow toenail begins scraping forward to clean the puddles of goop up. The huge wall of chewed toenail pushes violently forward to crash into me. The stench of the grimey residue slams me just as hard. It continues to push down, my solid body holding strong against it. I scream in agony at the unrelenting pressure as Ben unknowingly tries to crush me like a crumb. The pressure slowly lifts off as light swiftly returns and is blotted out once more by his enormous shadow. My eyes struggle to adjust until I see his enormous body collapsing over to hunch down. His huge powerful face is revealed through the steam with wide excited eyes and a beeping toothy smile that adorns his dripping stubbled jaw. His lungs unleashes a booming hurricane as he roars in excitement.

"JOOOOOOOEEELLLLLLLLLL!!"

His huge hand stretches outwards, fingers hurtling down towards me as they crash into the top of the toes, his nails scraping across the skin before his warm, familiar fingertips crash softly into me and raise me skyward as he stands upright once more "I thought I lost you bud! But you're here! you're safe ! I could practically kiss you!" He exclaims, smacking his lips. "What happened to you, where have you been?! Wait," he stops as his face falls sullen "did you just see....that?" He says as he tilts his head to gesture to his deflating cock. I sheepishly nod to him. He apologises "oh fuck man so sorry! I didn't know you were down at my feet, I'm so sorry I wouldn't have done it if I knew".

Not in the mood to be angry with him I gesture for him to stop. After it registers with him, I gesture for him to make me bigger. He nods emphatically "oh shit dude yeah of course, let me just finish up here first" I roll my eyes, the bastard doesn't even realise I need to get big again, and fast. He eyes around him as his eyes fall to the soapdish "just gotta put you somewhere safe dude. Sorry, but I think you're gonna have to put up with an eyeful of my cock while I finish." he explains as he lowers me to the dish and collects the soap "but hey, it's not like you haven't seen it before. It's just ...bigger...now" he laughs awkwardly.

He lifts his massive arms up and starts scrubbing his matted pit hair "dude. I can't wait to hear what happened, did you end up getting to Lucy? I bet she woulda thought you were super cute like that size" I shake my head in humiliation that that is furthest from the truth. He swings his arm up high, triceps flaring as he twists to the side to rinse his pit under the water. The slight movement revealing the impressive curvature of his body, from the broad shoulder blades that push out, to his tight waist with beer belly fat adorning it, to the thick juicy fat ass that sticks out proudly with a redwood forest of curly matted arse hair that adds to his size. I am both grossed out and intimidated by the sight. As he twists to the other side to rinse his left pit, the bar of soap in his hand squirts out. It spits into the air before descending to the tiled floor between his stinking feet. Atop the soap dish both our eyes follow it as it seems to fall in slow motion before coming to a solid wet THOOOOOD - THOOD that echoes through the shower.

The soap gently slides towards the drain as the world remains in slow motion to me. I twist my head back over my shoulder and my eyes travel up Bens body to his own face. His eyes and mouth widen to form an excited and mischievous "o" shape. The mischievous expression that I have seen so many times before and has cause so much trouble. Our eyes lock in and we both seemingly know the thoughts running through Ben's head. I slowly and emphatically shake my head, mouthing "No, don't".

He emphatically nods his head and shrugs as if to say "I gotta" he lifts a strong leg up and twists on the spot, slamming his foot down on the tiles as he faces the soap on the floor below. His feet slap the water powerfully, shaking the room and me on my soapdish perch. I am at the unfortunately perfect height, directly eye level with his disgusting backside as he addresses me with the pure, unobscured sight of his immense hairy ass. He stands proud with his hands on his hips as if to let me soak in the sight. The cheeks are nothing short of planetary, covered with thick dark hair that tangled across the broad, bulbous cheeks. In the distant depths I can see the shadow of his low hanging balls that I was smoothed under mere minutes ago. The hair converges to the deep dark crack,as if pulled by gravity towards the black hole within it. The hands leave his hips as he begins to bend, from my vantage point I swear I see his face peel over his shoulder with a smile before it disappears behind his muscled back.

Inaudible to a normal sized human, I hear his thick muscles stretching as his glutes begin to spread wide. The realisation hits me that throughout this shower ordeal, I haven't seen Ben even attempt to wash his ass. The ass hairs within the crack begin to be revealed, a horrible straining and crackling sound emanates like a forest being torn apart by bulldozers. The years of poor diet and poorer attempts at wiping have stained them with a disgusting residue that unleashes a powerful waft of unadulterated filth. To him a mere whiff of uncleanliness, to me it is an unforgiving assault to the senses.

The massive fatty walls quake as they spread, I see his hand descend in the distance to grip the bar of soap in the ground. As if to give me more of a show his hips buck and flex his ass upward, spreading it to its limits. It is in that moment that light floods into one of the most hidden places on earth, a straight guy's hairy asshole.

They say there are milestones that change your life. There is your life before graduation and after, before your first love and after your first heartbreak, before your drivers permit and after. As it turns out, I have learned of one I never had even contemplated. There is your life before seeing the intimate details of your best friends anus, and evidently now, my life after. The image of his gigantic shitstainec wrinkled pucker burns itself into my memory. My eyes terrifyingly transfixed at the enormous disgusting orifice. The tight wrinkles the size of cars to me as they crush together with viscous anal juices, converging within an arena of matted shit coated ass hairs. The horrifying anus unwillingly clenches and crunches with a disgusting wet crackle. His fat cheeks obscurethe outside world in all directions. The stench is unlike anything else, as I have learned from this, just as everyone's fingerprints are unique, so too is the stench of their crack. Shane's is a floral bouquet of his unique sweaty stink, unwashed grime and shit fuelled by years of junk food, meat and beer. The heat radiates out with a steamy humidity that stings my nostrils, lungs and skin.

The huge wrinkled anal maw begins to contract and pucker with a disgusting wet noise. I stumble as I feel the entire ass arena heave backwards slightly as he moves to the heels of his feet. The walls close in around me save for two arcs of light protruding through the horizon of his ass cheeks on either side. The pucker continues to clench and purse more forcefully as I am scared by the situation. The last time I had seen such behaviour from an anus was when I was trapped in Vik's unspeakable nether regions. The light of the left horizon is obscured by the top of Ben's head as he pains himself to look over his shoulder, his eyes winding in both pain and a hidden smile. As he makes eye contact I see his cheeks move as his obscured mouth booms the words he has re-iterated all evening.

"Everyone does it. EVERYONE" before I see his smiling eyes clench in determination and strain, his insides audibly gurgle, fuelled and ready to unleash. His slimey pucker quivers excitedly with uncontainable energy before exploding open like a kraken's roaring maw.

PPPPLLLOOOOORRRR------!!!!!!

An immense booming wet fart erupts from my best friends tight and hellish anus. The insides flare open to reveal shit covered colonic walls that unleash gallons of steaming hot festering wind out, through the ass hairs and directly to me. Internal anal juices, barely a must to the full size man, splatter over me as the burning sulfuric gas pummels me. I'm knocked onto my ass as the long fart continues with immeasurable stamina. Like a cyclonic wind I struggle to maintain my steadiness. The unfiltered taste of his beers, junk food and forthcoming shit repeatedly blast into me.

----OOORRRRRRROOORRRRPPPPPPPPPP-pppprtt!!!

It finishes with a punctuated, sharp blast to insult me with a methane fuelled exclamation point. My skin is splattered in a clear to golden film of his anal juices, my hair blown like a Halloween costume and matted with his internal filth. On my hands and knees I gag painfully and begin weeping from the stench and humiliation. We both are forced into a silent recovery, I heave and struggle to breath as the only sound is the pattering of the shower like rainfall on the hairy dampened cheeks of Ben. He too bites his lip, contemplating what he had just done to his best friend. The huge spread cheeks slowly close back together with a slow slurp as the fat wet cheeks collide with each other, sending a gentle ripple through the juicy cheek. I watch as the two juicy cheeks slowly wobble back to their bouncy positions.

He turns around sheepishly, his huge flaccid cock softly banging between his thighs as he sees my dishevelled state. He bursts out laughing nervously at the sight of me. "Holy fuck dude I'm sorry, that's so awesome." He clasps his hands over his mouth to stifle laughter "you took that like a man dude" he says as if to congratulate me. His huge hands twist the shower off as he extends a finger for me to climb on. I nervously crawl onto the tip as he raises me gently. "Dude I told you this would be good for you, letting go of control, now look at you, you fucking survived my fart at the size of a flea. You're a little legend!" He tries to justify what he just did. Shaken I'm in too much shock to respond to him.

He stomps through to the lockerroom to find his gym bag. "Okay okay I get it, that was a bit weird for me too. Hilarious but weird. But you took it so well! I kinda like you like this" He unzips his bag and reaches for the device buried under his soiled gym clothes. Pulling it out he contemplates aloud "I mean I could grow you back right now OR! would you rather go for round 2 at an inch high?" He says as he tilts his finger to show me his dirty undies, his fresh skid baked into the material. I turn my flea sized head around emphatically and shake it with the ciear message of "no". He sighs disappointedly and shrugs "all right I suppose I'll give you a break" he squats down to let me stand on the wooden bench next to his gym bag. He fishes out his undies to cover up his threatening manhood.

He stands above me in his half naked form as he adjusts the dial with one hand, and his bulge with the other. The building like device is lowered to my entire body as it releases a bright blue zap. I feel my muscles burning as they swell up and up. I'm relieved that I will finally be back to a safe size. But as the heat intensifies, it dissipates just as fast as I stop growing at 1 inch. I look up at him angrily as he lifts his hands in prayer "please dude, it's just that was so much fun, can I please just rip one more fart on you? Please?" He turns around comically and starts wiggling his jiggly arse above me.

I glare up at him "mate, you can hear me now and hear me say no!" He huffs and puts his hands on his hips and looks over his shoulder "you're lucky I'm a good friend. Anyone else would have just sat back down on you" he slowly squats down. "I mean I am a giant god to you after all, you little bug!" He snarls as he lowers himself deep. His huge ass forcing the poor skidmarked fabric to groan in pain. He stops just above me before.

Pllllllppppllllpppp!

His mischievous grin and huge flapping tongue taunts me once more as he mimics his fart playfully. He stands back up laughing "haha fuckin got you man!" He adjusts the device and zaps me once more. I feel the burning joy of growth and elation as I rocket violently back up to my full height once more. I steady myself on the bench as Ben looks me up and down with a disgusted curl in his lip "mate you look fuckin awful! Haha" he is telling the truth, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. Smeared head to toe in anal juices, other men's sweat, sprays of cum and body grime. My hair is solid like a troll doll from Ben's spluttering fart. I turn to snap at him and reply "and whos fault is that?"

He gingerly pats my back "there there, I got you back to normal didn't I? Here I kept your bag safe too. Here's your towel, Go have a shower then we can head out together." He tries to comfort and accommodate me. I accept the towel and look at the device in his hand. "Dude break that thing, I don't want any one else getting their hands on it". Ben nods "oh yeah of course man, in fact it pretty stupid you let me have it in the first place" I glare at him in disbelief as he scoots away "got it, getting a Weight to smash it now" he skulks away as I head back to the showers.

After rounding the corner I take a nervous step towards the shower we were just in, the room seeming less terrifying at this size now. I cautiously step up to the taps and turn the warm water, feeling the water slowly washing me over. The grime and stench refuses to leave my body as I look down and reach for the soap. There in my hand sits the soap that had immobilised me, tiny hole dug out for my former form. I slowly lift it and start scrubbing my skin as I relax my eyes and enjoy the reprieve of the clean water. My world begins to calm by the darkness of closed eyes and the soft dripping of the shower water through my hair. I brace myself against the the tiled wall and begin to uncontrollably smile in relief. The silence is so relieving until I hear:

PPPPLLOOORRRRPPPP. - "oh dat is good".

A baritone fart and deep voice breaks the peacefulness. I nervously squint one eye open to the side, and there beside me stands the sweaty form of my janitor, Vik, he too relishing in his shower. He opens his eyes and recognise me "Mr Joel! Good seeings you!" he pats my back violently. I shudder at both the impact and the intimidation he fuels in me. The grime from his balls that has baked into my skin sticks to his palm as he grimaces with a smile "oh you's must have hands good work out. You's body filthy." He holds a hand to his mouth and whispers as a secret "and I knows filthy" he reveals with a chuckle.

I nervously ask him "uh vik, what are you still doing here? I thought you left?" He recoils back in the steaming water "whats you mean, I've not seen you since work" I feel like a fool of course he hasn't seen me. He continues on "Anyways, I's stay back after workout to use bathrooms. Needed to drop big Shitses, rather clog their toilet den mine" he nudges me with a chuckle. I feel ill and try and swallow the bile that has risen to my throat.

I scrub my body harder to try and remove both the grime and the memories as we stand next to each other in silence. He starts scrubbing his broad biceps violently before the pathetic bar of soap is sent slipping off his arm before splashing to the wet floor below. My eyes widen as he looks to mine "whoopsie, butteryfingers huh" as he casually steps forward and bends in half at the hips. My eyes are morbidly transfixed as his filthy hairy crack slowly peels apart, deep within it's depths I see his now tight and tiny anus hidden in the darkness. As he grasps the soap, the fluorescent lights shine in and reveal the tight, shitcaked wrinkled pucker. Time slows once more as I take in the site. The asshole that caused me so much terror through the evening stares into my very soul. The hair gracing it thick and smeared with wet golden shit residue in thick strings and globules like a filthyspidwrs web. For a long moment I watch as the tight muscle clenchea violently and puckers wide, as if to throw me a knowing wink and hungry kiss. He stands back up quickly and his fat cheeks slap violently back together with a fatty quake that would have been earth shattering to my former self. I hurriedly scrub myself to some semblance of clean. I fear the grime will never leave my skin. I nervously say goodbye to Vik and hurry back to Ben.

We get clothes and pack our bags up before racing back outside to the gym floor. I look around at the room, it has returned to is familiar proportion, yet my eyes continue to transfix on the disgusting a terrifying behaviours of its patrons. The heavy men roaring in the weights room, the ones sweating in the cardio area and the others roughhousing around between. I walk past Dan and George, who glare at me violently as I rush past Lucy. I look to Ben "you made sure to break that thing right?" He opens his bag to show a crumpled mess of wires and plastic. I smile, knowing that I'm finally free from the ordeal.

Once in the relieving fresh air Ben pats my back "proud of you dude, you took the challenge and I think it's helped you." He pulls me into a big hug as we walk down the street. I can't help but burst out in an exasperated laugh as I realise it is over. We walk holding each other by the shoulders as he continues "Who'd of thought, all it took to help you grow was having you shrink."

We continue laughing as we head home. I reach his house Ben asks "sure you don't want to come up for a bit? I got a fridge full of beers and a bucket full of hot wings to share?" I decline and pull him in to give Him a hug goodbye. As I do my hand hits the back of his gym back. I feel a familiar cylindrical shape. I pull away and ask him "what the hell is that?" He reaches behind him and fishes into his bag. My heart drops as I see it is the device. "Dude what the fuck is that?" He sheepishly replies "you didn't think I would get rid of this do you?" With a cheeky smirk. I am in disbelief "but I saw it smashed" to which he opens his bag again. Looking more intently I see it is just a mangled calculator.

He zips the bag back up and I see the device powered on as he adjusts the dial with his mischievous grin on his across his face one more. "Cmon dude come up stairs and hang out," His lips smile broadly as he tilts his head convincingly.

"Fifteen Minutes, I Promise..."