He paused, catching his breath near a crumpled jockstrap, when a loud thud echoed from outside—the locker room door groaned open.
Matt froze, peering from behind the jockstrap’s fabric cliff. Daniel, his best friend since high school, stepped inside. A sophomore wide receiver, Daniel was a gentle giant compared to the team’s bruisers like Jacob. His wiry frame was toned, his curly brown hair damp from practice, and his mischievous grin softened by kind blue eyes. At a year older than freshman Matt, Daniel had always been protective, their bond forged through years of late-night talks and shared secrets—though Matt hadn’t dared tell him about the chem lab accident that shrank him.
Daniel didn’t notice Matt at first, slinging his gym bag onto the bench with a heavy thud that nearly knocked Matt off his feet. The bag’s zipper was a metal canyon to Matt’s tiny eyes, and Daniel’s towering figure loomed like a skyscraper as he stood there, peeling off his practice jersey. Matt knew he needed help to survive this locker room. Heart pounding, he leapt from the bench’s edge, waving his arms. “Hey, Daniel! Down here! Look down!” he shouted, his voice a faint squeak.
Daniel froze, frowning. “What the…?” He glanced down, his eyes widening as they locked onto Matt’s 2-inch form, naked and trembling on the bench. “Holy shit—Matt?!” He crouched, his face a mix of shock and concern, his curls bouncing as he leaned closer. “Dude, what the fuck happened to you? I heard rumors about some chem lab shrinking shit, but… you’re *tiny*!”
Matt’s cheeks burned, hyper-aware of his exposed body under Daniel’s gaze. “Yeah, it’s me,” he said, voice shaky. “Freak accident. I… I snuck in here. Don’t ask why. But I need your help, man.”
Daniel’s brow furrowed, his voice soft but urgent. “Matt, practice just ended. The team’s gonna flood in here soon. We gotta get you out without anyone seeing.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing slightly. “This is weird as hell, but you’re my best friend, dude. I got you. We just… gotta figure out how to sneak you past everyone.”
Matt nodded, his tiny body buzzing with nerves. Daniel’s kindness was a lifeline, but the locker room’s dangers loomed large. Daniel sat on the bench, his massive frame making it creak, and lowered his voice. “Okay, look, I can hide you somewhere safe, but it’s gonna be… uh, fuckin’ awkward. You cool with that? I mean, it’s you and me, man, but still.” His eyes flicked away, embarrassed, but his tone stayed steady. “Here’s your options. I could slip you into my sock—kinda tight, sweaty from practice, but you’d be secure under my foot. Or my cleat—roomier, but you’d be bouncing around in the stink. Could tuck you in my gym bag, but it’s a mess in there, all my gear’s soaked. Or…” He hesitated, his face reddening. “I could hide you, uh, closer. Like, in my shorts. Either… fuck, man, either pressed against my cock or… between my ass cheeks. It’s tight, warm, but no one’s gonna find you there.”
Matt’s heart raced, his tiny body tingling with a mix of fear, trust, and something hotter.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author