Mike does not get a good night’s sleep that night, to put it lightly. He knows he’s basically at the end, a tiny fraction of an inch tall, trapped against some giant dude’s cock while encased in his crusted-over cum, just waiting for the moment when Eric pees him out or otherwise sends him to his demise. And every time he finds himself dozing off despite everything, the giant shifts in bed and Mike is thrust back and forth.
Mike doesn’t notice when morning comes. Why would he? He’s trapped under the titanic covers of a bed the size of a small city to him, and even if he wasn’t trapped in darkness, all he would be able to see is Eric’s crotch and Emily’s ass as the two lovebirds spooned in bed.
The couple did, however, notice the sun shining through the window. As they began to stir, Eric kissed Emily on the neck, and Emily pulled Eric’s arms over to her breasts so that he would begin massaging her nipples again the way he did last night.
That’s when Mike starts to notice something happening, namely Eric’s cock hardening again. For Mike, the only difference is that he’s pushed forward as Eric’s cock begins pointing straight away from him. Mike figures it’s just morning wood, but pretty soon the giant Emily has turned over and Eric has moved so that he’s on top of her. For a few blissful moments Eric’s cock is resting right against Emily’s hot snatch, and Mike forgets all about his problems. He still can’t see anything, but he knows exactly what’s going on. It’s amazing.
Then Eric goes in.
It turns out Emily has warmed up very quickly, and Eric’s cock goes in smoothly. Mike is still in darkness, but the scent of Emily’s pussy is all around him, and her heat too. If this is the way he’s going to go, well, there are worse ways it could happen. Eric’s cock pumping in and out feels like an amusement park ride, and Mike decides to just enjoy the ride. This is not an experience anyone else has ever had before, and all told, it’s pretty damn exciting.
Best of all, it turns out the sex might actually be what saves him. Mike’s not sure if it’s all the heat around, or the precum starting to leak out of Eric, but it’s causing the crusted-over cum from last night to loosen up. In fact, Mike’s just about able to reach back into his pocket and take out the transformation gun. Surely he can come up with a transformation to get him out of this mess as soon as he—
And then Eric explodes.
Eric doesn’t actually explode, of course. But to Mike it feels that way. One moment he’s trapped in place, trying to get his hand into his pocket, and the next he’s surrounded by a hot, sticky liquid and flying forward faster than he’s ever been in his life. When Eric’s hot load crashes against Emily’s cervix, there’s just too much liquid, and Mike’s far too small, for him to feel any real impact. He just stops somewhere in the middle of the load of cum. Mike can dimly feel Eric’s cock continuing to pump in and out of Emily to finish off the orgasm, but he’s no longer attached to Eric. And his focus is elsewhere, as he’s now trapped inside a lake of cum with no idea which direction is up. He’s awash in Eric’s cum and Emily’s pussy juice, and though he’s able to get gasps of breath in occasionally, more often he finds himself getting the disgusting mix of fluids into every part of his body, from his eyes to his throat. It’s truly horrific.
But it ends. After a few more thrusts, Eric pulls out, and the motions all stop. Mike slides down what feels like Emily’s vaginal wall into a pool of cum, which fortunately leaves his head and torso free. As he catches his breath in the hot, wet, pitch-black world in which he now finds himself, Mike finally has a moment to relax.
And you know what? This is fucking incredible. It’s just amazing. Yes, he spent the night trapped on some guy’s cock. Yes, he just swallowed a shit-ton of this guy’s cum, and god only knows what else. But he did it. He shrunk himself down, and he’s found his way inside Emily Bohrman’s pussy. He feels triumphant. And he can’t wait for what’s next.