Matt’s heart pounded as Daniel laid out the options, each one sounding more humiliating than the last. His tiny body shivered on the bench, exposed and vulnerable under his best friend’s gaze. The distant rumble of voices outside the locker room grew louder—teammates were closing in. Time was running out.
Daniel scratched the back of his neck, his face still flushed. “There’s one more option,” he added, glancing at his gym bag. “I could toss you in there. It’s not ideal—my gear’s all sweaty and gross from practice, but it’s probably the least, uh, *personal* spot. You’d be hidden, and I can carry you out without anyone noticing. It’s just… you’re gonna be rolling around with my dirty socks, shirts, underwear, maybe a jock or two. It’s rank in there, man. You sure you’re cool with that?”
Matt swallowed hard, his mind racing. The gym bag sounded safer than being pressed against Daniel’s body, but the thought of being buried in his friend’s sweaty gear made his stomach churn. Still, the locker room door creaked again, and the risk of being spotted by the team outweighed his disgust. “Yeah, the bag,” Matt squeaked, his voice barely audible. “Just… get me out of here, Daniel. Please.”
Daniel nodded, his expression a mix of relief and worry. “Alright, dude. Hang on. This is gonna be quick.” He reached down, his massive hand hovering over Matt like a crane. Matt braced himself, but Daniel’s fingers were surprisingly gentle as they scooped him up, cupping him briefly before clapping him into the open gym bag with a soft *thud*. The world went dark as Daniel zipped the bag shut, leaving Matt in a stifling, musky void.
“Sorry, man,” Daniel’s muffled voice came through the fabric. “Just stay put. I’ll get you to my dorm, and we’ll figure this out.”
The bag lurched as Daniel hoisted it over his shoulder, and Matt was instantly thrown into chaos. The contents shifted like a landslide, tossing him into a tangle of damp, reeking gear. A sweaty sock smothered him, its coarse fibers scratching his naked skin. He clawed his way free, only to tumble into a crumpled practice shirt, the fabric heavy with Daniel’s scent—salt, musk, and something distinctly *him*. Matt’s tiny body tingled despite himself, the overwhelming closeness of his best friend’s essence both embarrassing and strangely intense.
The bag swung with Daniel’s strides, sending Matt rolling again. He collided with something elastic and slick—a jockstrap, still warm and soaked from practice. Before he could scramble away, the bag jolted, and the jock’s pouch enveloped him, trapping him in its tight, sweaty embrace. The smell was overpowering, a mix of Daniel’s body and the locker room’s raw grit. Matt squirmed, but the fabric held him fast, his tiny limbs pinned as the bag continued its bumpy journey. Each step Daniel took sent vibrations through the gear, pressing Matt deeper into the jock’s musky folds.
The trip to Daniel’s dorm felt endless. Matt’s world was a humid, stinking prison, his body slick with the sweat of Daniel’s gear. He tried to focus on the fact that he was safe—at least for now—but the constant tumbling and the jock’s grip kept him disoriented. Finally, the bag thudded onto a hard surface, and the zipper rasped open. Light flooded in, blinding Matt as Daniel’s worried face appeared above.
“Matt? You okay in there?” Daniel’s voice was tense. He reached into the bag, sifting through the gear until his fingers brushed the jockstrap. His eyes widened as he lifted it, spotting Matt tangled in the pouch. “Oh, shit, dude! You’re, like, *stuck* in my jock! Fuck, I’m so sorry!”
Matt’s cheeks burned as he wriggled free, tumbling onto Daniel’s palm. His tiny body was slick with sweat, his hair matted, and the musky scent clung to him like a second skin. “I’m… I’m fine,” he panted, though his voice shook. “Just… get me cleaned up, man. This is gross.”
Daniel’s face was a mix of guilt and embarrassment as he carried Matt to the bathroom. “Yeah, no kidding. I didn’t think it’d be *that* bad in there. My bad, Matt.” He set Matt gently in the sink, turning on the faucet to a warm, gentle stream. The water felt like a lifeline, washing away the sweat and grime as Matt stood under it, his tiny body trembling with relief.
As Matt rinsed off, Daniel leaned against the counter, his brow furrowed. “Okay, so… we gotta figure out how to fix this. I heard the chem lab accident was some experimental compound, right? Maybe there’s a way to reverse it. I can hit up some of the science nerds I know, see if they’ve got any leads. Or we could sneak into the lab, check their notes. It’s risky, but I’m not letting you stay like this, man. You’re my best friend. We’ll sort this out.”
Matt nodded, the water soothing his nerves as he looked up at Daniel’s determined face. “Thanks, Daniel. I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Daniel flashed a small, reassuring grin. “Don’t mention it, dude. Just… maybe don’t tell anyone you spent twenty minutes in my jockstrap, yeah?” He chuckled, but his eyes stayed soft, full of the loyalty that had always defined their friendship.
Matt managed a weak laugh, his trust in Daniel anchoring him despite the uncertainty ahead. “Deal. Now let’s figure out how to make me normal-sized again.”
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