Jud raised his window to let some fresh air into the room before he sprawled atop his unmade bed and reached for his phone on the bedside table, all the while failing to detect the faint buzzing of a housefly's wings as the insect kept him under close scrutiny.
The muscular young man propped himself on some pillows, arms behind his head, enjoying a cool breeze that blew over his nude form. With his arms raised, his sweaty pits became a little more self-evident.
"Better take a shower soon," he remarked with some laughter as a tiny fly hovered between the bed and the open window.
Brad had been waiting for a way out of the house so he could get back home to his laboratory and Mark.
But the giant man was naked. And hot.
He hesitated, which gave time for a sweaty, musky aroma to wreak havoc with his housefly sensory system. With what caution he could muster, he flew closer. His wings carried him over a landscape of muscle and skin.
He buzzed to a stop on the side of one of the giant's muscular pecs mere inches from a damp tangle of hairs beneath the giant's closest arm. His proboscis pumped vigorously from the bottom of what passes as Brad's new face. With a buzz, hop and short flight, he landed his fly form in the thicket of slick, wiry hairs, the odor of musk and sweat permeating the air.
The giant was too engrossed in his phone to pay any notice to the brief buzz of wings from an excited fly.
Brad's six wiry limbs tickled at the sensitive flesh from which the jungle of dark hair sprouted.
The giant's swift response surpassed even Brad's quick fly reflexes as the arm closed up, trapping the little bug inside the closed cavern of the giant's sweaty armpit.
Brad panicked and buzzed after finding himself imprisoned. The swampy humidity and potent smell overwhelmed him as his tiny body tangled itself hopelessly into the mat of hairs.
The giant, far from repulsed, reacted with intrigued curiosity to the feeble struggles. Jud flexed his arm and restricted the available space, squeezing the trapped insect with an ever-growing pressure. Brad could barely move. The pressure disgorged some of the pizza slurry from his recent meal, but kept squeezing.
"Don't!" Brad buzzed fearfully as the pressure kept squeezing his tiny form.
"He's...crushing...me..."
He buzzed, helpless, sure that at any moment he might pop like a grape.
Feeling the weakening struggle, the giant...