Mike had fallen asleep while being stuck under his fathers balls. If he had to be honest with himself, they were quite comfortable. They were warm, the musk was somewhat familiar to him, and the heartbeat was soothing. He hadnt slept while he was inside Floyds body the previous night. It was pretty scary. The thought of being digested, but not staying that way. Not being able to breathe or move, but not dying. Not to mention Mike could hear his fathers loud snoring clearly the entire night.
Floyd sat and ate his breakfast. Between spoonfuls of Cheerios he would adjust himself and feel his sons little body, stuck under his balls. It felt so strange to have an actual shrunken man stuck in his underwear. He had always imagined what it would be like to play with a tiny man. What he would do to him. Thinking about it made him want to pull Mike out and handle him now, but he needed to eat first.
Floyd sat and ate his breakfast. Between spoonfuls of Cheerios he would adjust himself and feel his sons little body, stuck under his balls. It felt so strange to have an actual shrunken man stuck in his underwear. He had always imagined what it would be like to play with a tiny man. What he would do to him. Thinking about it made him want to pull Mike out and handle him now, but he needed to eat first.