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May stretched in bed as she felt the sun gazing down at her. It was morning, time to get up. As she slowly opened her eyes, she bolted up. Something was wrong. The walls were too tall, the bed too big, the blanket too thick. Wait.. was she small? She looked around the room in apprehension, trying to think of what to do. Just then, she heard the shower turn on. That’s right! Dean was here. Maybe she should try to get his attention. As she stood up, she saw clothing scattered near the edge of the bed. Dean must have laid out his clothes for after his shower. She figured maybe if she stood on top of his clothes, he’d notice her. It was worth a shot.
Slowly she trekked across the bed to his clothes. It was exhausting as the blanket gave quite easily, even under her miniscule weight. It was like walking on a marshmallow. Finally, she made it and she couldn’t help but collapse on the fabric as she waited for him.
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Dean smiled as he stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. After toweling off his hair, he wrapped the towel around his waist and popped in his earbuds. Walking back to the room he noticed May was gone. She wasn’t usually up this early but he shrugged it off, assuming she’d gone to the kitchen to make some coffee. Nodding his head along to the music, he began to get dressed.
He ventured downstairs but didn’t see May. Oh well, he thought. He made himself some coffee and grabbed a muffin. There was an incessant itch on his balls that was bothering him, so he reached down to scratch it. Satisfied, he settled on the couch and put on some TV to kill time. He didn’t have any plans today so it was the perfect opportunity to catch up on his favorite show.
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Things were not going as well for May. She startled at the sound of booming footsteps as Dean returned, and when she saw him she couldn’t help feeling frightened. He was gigantic to her, taller than a skyscraper. Fearfully she burrowed between the fabric, poking her head out to watch him. It was only as he reached for her that she remembered where she was. “Wait!! Dean!!” she yelled up at him, trying to get him to notice her. He didn’t hear her, and her heart fell as she caught sight of the earbuds he was wearing. There was no way he would hear her.
Just as she tried to stand up to wave at him, the fabric lurched. As he lifted it up, she tumbled over. She managed to grab some of the material as she fell and clutched it for dear life, staring at the drop that taunted her. Glancing back up at Dean, she could see he wasn’t even looking her way. Lost in whatever song he was listening to. As the fabric lowered to the ground she got confused, wondering what piece of clothing she was in. But as his feet came at her, stepping through the holes on either side, realization dawned on her. She was in his boxers.
Slowly he lifted them up, and she realized she was headed right for his crotch. Closing her eyes, she felt warm, malleable skin cover her. Then it was still, before soon after she was pushed slightly harder into them. He must have put on his pants. Then he started walking, giving May an overwhelming sense of vertigo. The back and forth sway of the “ground” was disorienting, and she was overwhelmed by the heat and the smell already.
It smelled of musk in there. That was the only way she could describe it. Normally, she wouldn’t mind such a thing- it even turned her on. But at this scale it was too much, especially paired with Dean’s balls rubbing along her as they swayed with his walk. She didn’t know what to do. Should she try to get his attention? Should she wait for him to sit down and attempt an escape? Should she just wait it out? There were no good options, but she decided the fastest course of action would do her fine. So she tried to get his attention.
She grabbed at some of the loose skin and pulled. Trying to create a sensation that he would surely investigate. She tugged and pinched and kicked the skin she was trapped with- anything that might work. She squeaked when a heavy pressure pushed into her back. Rubbing her this way and that, until she was buried in his sack. This was worse, this was definitely worse.
She waited for a bit, scared of those invading fingers coming back. When they didn’t, she cautiously tried to worm her way out. Slowly she made progress, stopping every time she thought she heard him moving. Eventually she made it out, sighing. Now she was back at square one. She decided to try and scale the balls and get in a more comfortable position, where she felt more secure. She swallowed nervously as she looked up, seeing his cockhead looming threateningly over her. Maybe she could wedge herself between his cock and balls, away from prying fingers.
Taking a deep breathe, she started making her way up. It was like climbing up a deflated bouncy house, but she couldn’t give up. Glancing up to clock her progress, she swore Dean’s dick had grown since she last saw it, but that was probably just her eyes tricking her. She was almost to her goal anyways, no use overthinking it.
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Dean couldn’t focus on his show. There was something going on in his crotch that he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t been this horny in a while, and he didn’t know what was causing it. He reached down to knead himself over his pants, trying to quell his desires. It worked for a moment, but then that strange tingling was back, like something was stimulating him.
Huffing, he turned off the TV and made his way to his room. If it wouldn’t go away then he supposed he would have to take care of it. Biting his lip, he palmed his erection over his pants as he made his way up the stairs, getting impatient. Finally, he made it to his room and yanked off his pants. He didn’t shed his boxers yet though, he didn’t want to lose the feeling they were giving him.
He hurriedly set up a pillow in the center of his bed and began thrusting against it, moaning at the feeling it gave him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he reveled in the sensation. He couldn’t help the sounds coming out of his throat as he began a steady rhythm.
Eventually he grew impatient and flipped onto his back, practically tearing off his boxers before wrapping a hand around himself and working it hard and brutal. Digging his fingers into his sweet spot, he practically saw stars before moving his hand up to massage his head. He marveled, thinking this was the best he’d ever felt. Then he moaned as he finally came. Rubbing himself through it, trying to milk every last sensation as his cum dripped on the sheets.
“Hah, fuckkk. That was.. Amazing..”
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May was startled by fingers pressing into her yet again. This time they ground her into him in little circles before releasing. May was confused and disoriented, she barely had time to collect herself before he got up.
She grabbed onto his dick to steady herself, and that’s when she realized how hard he was. Fuck, this was bad. There was strange movement above her, followed by a lot of shifting sounds. She didn’t know what was going on. But then she felt his cock pressing against her harder than ever before, and it started grinding against her.
She felt herself being pulled back and forth beneath him as he thrust against something soft- probably the bed or a pillow or something. She felt mortified to be caught in such a situation. She just wanted out.
Then she startled when something warm and wet started soaking her clothes. Oh no.. no no no. She coughed as some of his pre made it into her mouth. It tasted salty and bitter. Above her she could hear Dean moaning at her expense as his pace only sped up.
Then she yelped as he turned over, hearing the cloth moving. She tried to latch on to it but it was too far away, and the precome left her stuck to Dean’s dick. She looked up as a shadow loomed over her, seeing the unforgiving pads of fingers reaching straight for her.
She felt her body aching as they touched down, dragging her along his cock. Her hair was matted to her face and she had to shake her head to wipe the pre out of her eyes. Dean ground her in circles under his cockhead. She could tell by the sounds he was making that this was his sweet spot.
She’d always wanted to be the one to bring those sounds out of him, but not like this. She didn’t want to be degraded to a mere toy for his masturbation. It was all wrong. Then he dragged her higher and she was massaged into the head of his dick. Her head slipped into his hole and she choked as more pre gushed out. Then his hand froze, and hot wet semen came shooting out.
It got all over, but Dean hardly seemed to care as he dragged her back down his shaft and massaged himself through it. His voice hoarse as he slowed to a stop. May finally brought herself to look up at him. His head was laid back against the pillows, eyes closed, hair tousled, panting. It was quite a sight to behold.
Then those eyes slowly opened and looked down, finding their way to her own. They widened, then Dean leaned closer before gasping and reaching down for her. May flinched back as he pulled her out of his mess, squinting at her breathlessly as he asked “May.. is that really you?”