Timothy, pressed tightly between twin layers of fabric that tightly wrapped close to Scott's ass, could do little but squeak out in plaintive pleas to be let free. Scott, for his part, ignored the tiny squeaking from his back pocket and carried the Chest to his car. Putting it in on the passenger side, he walked around to get in.
"Hey guys," boomed the giant. "I forgot my lunch at home! I'll be back in a bit!" Timothy could hear every, bone-shaking word as his tiny, six-inch tall body was slowly pulled from Scott's back pocket. He looked up to see Scott's huge, burly face looking down at him with a smirk.
"Well, tiny, let's get outta here." With that, Scott unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and dropped the tiny man down it's front.
Timothy, already weakened by his time in the tight, constraining prison of Scott's back pocket, could only act to slow his fall; not actually stop it. He landed on something soft, warm and hairy before darkness started to return.
He blinked, the dim light inside of Scott's pants barely letting Timothy see anything. The hairy mass that grew like prairie grasses from Scott's groin pressed against Timothy with the heady aroma of the larger man's sex. Timothy gawked at his surroundings as Scott's flaacid penis rose to meet him and the big man got into his car to sit down and drive off.
Soon, Timothy found himself pressed up against Scott's jeans fabric again, but now with an enormous penis over twice Timothy's height pressing into him! "Gods, if he's this big when he's soft..." thought the tiny man, despite his surroundings.
He squirmed a bit, trying to get even a tiny bit of freedom, but pressure from Scott's fingers on the outside of his jeans prevented that. "Just stay put," rumbled the giant outside, "I'm taking you home..."