This choice: coach doesn’t know yet so you explore • Go Back...Chapter #4coach doesn’t know yet so you explore by: Tinymannn   Matt’s tiny body trembled as he steadied himself on the vast expanse of Coach Stevens’ thigh, the coarse fabric of the athletic shorts rough beneath his hands. The car’s engine hummed, a low vibration that pulsed through the seat, but Coach remained oblivious to his tiny passenger’s escape from the pocket. The towering man’s grizzled face was lit by the dashboard’s faint glow, his steely eyes fixed on the road ahead. Matt’s heart pounded, his mind racing with the surreal reality of his size and the need to decide what to do next. He couldn’t just stay here, exposed and vulnerable, but where could he go?
He scanned his surroundings, the car’s interior looming like a colossal arena. To his left, the warmth of Coach’s massive thigh radiated through the shorts, a rugged landscape of fabric that felt oddly secure despite its scale. Staying close to the thigh meant staying near Coach, within reach of his protective—if unaware—presence. To his right, the curve of Coach’s backside rose like a shadowed hill, the fabric of the shorts taut against the seat’s leather. Venturing behind Coach, toward that darker, more confined space, promised concealment but also uncertainty, a place where he might be unnoticed but also trapped.
Matt’s tiny hands gripped the fabric as he weighed his options. Staying near the thigh felt safer, a known terrain where he could monitor Coach’s movements and maybe even signal for help if needed. The warmth was reassuring, the subtle rise and fall of Coach’s breathing a strange anchor in the chaos. But it also meant risking discovery—any shift of Coach’s leg could pin him or worse. Going behind Coach, toward the curve of his ass, offered a chance to hide, to slip into the shadows where he might avoid detection altogether. Yet the thought of navigating that cramped, unfamiliar space made his stomach churn, the potential for being caught or crushed looming large.
With a shaky breath, Matt took a tentative step, his sneakers pressing into the coarse fabric. A sudden jolt of the car—Coach adjusting his position—made him stumble, his tiny body sliding an inch across the shorts. He froze, eyes darting upward to check if Coach had noticed. The man’s massive hands still gripped the steering wheel, his whistle glinting faintly against his barrel chest. Matt was still undetected, but the scare sharpened his need to choose.
Staying near the thigh meant clinging to the relative safety of Coach’s warmth, betting on his obliviousness while staying ready to react. Heading behind Coach, toward the curve of his backside, meant gambling on stealth, slipping into a shadowy unknown where he might find refuge or danger. The rhythmic thud of Coach’s boots on the floor and the steady hum of the engine pressed against Matt’s indecision, urging him to move. Whatever he chose, he had to act now—Coach’s ignorance wouldn’t last forever.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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