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You're shrunk in a college dorm, and giant guys are all around! Macro to the max!

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Chapter #5

Wilson drops you in his pocket

    by: RabieRabbit Author IconMail Icon
It's very dark and damp in his pocket, Wilson's walking soon lulls you to sleep.
You wake up screaming with a tickling feeling in the pit of your stomach, you're in mid air! You flay you arms then you land, luckily on something soft.
"Ugh, aaaaaouch" you turn over on your back, it hurts everywhere from the harsh impact.
You yell as a huge face appears mere inches above you.
"Hello there sleepy head! I hope i didn't frighten you HAHAHA!" Wilson picks you up between his fingers while he lays back on his bed, he's wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt without any socks.

He drops you on his tummy, and put his arms behind his head.
"what to do, what to do, you already cleaned my feet, umm" Wilson caught a whiff of something, he turned his head, beneath his arms there had formed dark pit stains, he turned back facing you with a mean smile.
He sat up and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, making you fall backwards, landing on his groin, then he picked you up in front of his face.
"I hope you enjoyed my sweat my little slave, or else you should really get used to it" Wilson said with a grin.

Wilson lay back again, raising his other arm and drops you into his glistering sweaty armpit, then he put both his hands back behind his head.
"okey, now serve me slave" Afraid you do as you're told, you get down on all fours and begin to lick up the salty sweat on his skin, you lick at the base of his thin armpit hairs, you continue to lick and lick, you are begging to feel sick to your stomach.
You pause, then lick, then you pause again. "IF YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR YOU, YOU BETTER START SERVING ME FASTER!" a voice booms from above.
But you simply can't without vomiting. Then the lifted arm above you quickly lowers down and seals you in darkness, it begins to grind back and fourth, you can't hardly breath because of the tight space.


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