“Matt,” Jack said, his voice soft but firm. “I know it’s a lot, but I’m not leaving you here to get stepped on. Pick one, or I’m choosing for you. I’ve got you, okay?”
Matt nodded, his tiny hands clutching Jack’s skin for balance.
Matt’s face burned as he squeaked, “The… front of your briefs. I’ll… go there.”
Jack’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck, but he nodded, his voice steady. “Okay. It’s secure, and no one’s finding you there. Just… hang on.” He stood, glancing around to ensure the locker room was still empty, then lowered Matt toward his waistband. Jack pulled open the front of his briefs, revealing the soft, stretchy pouch inside. The air was warm, tinged with Jack’s clean, musky post-practice scent.
Matt’s heart raced as Jack gently placed him in the pouch, against the soft fabric and the warm, intimate weight of Jack’s cock. The briefs snapped shut, pinning Matt in place, the fabric tight but yielding. Every movement Jack made—every step, every shift of his hips—sent a gentle ripple through the pouch, pressing Matt closer. The warmth was overwhelming, the scent a heady mix of Jack’s natural musk and faint soap. Matt’s tiny body tingled, his crush making the situation both thrilling and mortifying.
Jack adjusted his shorts, his voice low. “You okay in there?” Matt squeaked a faint “Yeah,” though he doubted Jack heard. The linebacker moved through the locker room, his steps sending Matt swaying. The team burst in moments later, their voices a deafening roar. Matt stayed still, hidden in the most private place imaginable, as Jack joined the chatter. “Good practice, Coach,” Jack said smoothly, his tone giving nothing away.
Daniel’s voice cut through, teasing. “Jack, you’re walking weird, man. Pull a muscle or something?” Jack laughed it off, but Matt’s stomach twisted—Daniel was too perceptive. Coach Stevens’ speech echoed through the room, and Matt felt every word through the vibrations of Jack’s body. When it ended, Jack grabbed his bag and left, each step a gentle jolt against Matt’s tiny form.
In Jack’s dorm, the briefs were pulled open, and Jack’s massive fingers retrieved Matt, placing him on the desk. Matt’s face was crimson, his body trembling from the intensity of the experience. Jack’s green eyes studied him, a mix of amusement and concern. “You held up okay. That was… bold.”
Matt stammered, “I… didn’t know what else to do.” Jack chuckled, sitting on his bed. “Fair. But we’re fixing this shrinking thing ASAP. Let’s just get you back to normal first.”
Before Matt could respond, a knock at the door made them freeze. “Jack, it’s me,” Daniel called. Jack cursed, grabbing Matt and tucking him into an empty pencil case. As he opened the door, Matt huddled in the dark, his mind spinning with Jack’s words and the lingering sensation of being so close to him. Whatever came next, Matt knew his feelings—and his tiny size—would complicate everything.
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