Welcome to the new era

Chapter 1: Dean's Drawer

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

The rattling of the room wakes me up before the sound. I awake in near complete darkness with nothing visible except some large lumpy mounds in the distance and a tiny sliver of light peaking out of the corner at the top of the room how far, I don't know at least 20 feet probably a lot more all I know is it's too high for me to reach.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

Louder this time and travelling in my direction. I push my self off the massive cloth blanket blanket I'm laying on. It's quite soft though incredibly fragrant, musky really. Even as I unwrap myself from it and stand up it still stretches around me in all directions.

BOOM, BOOM

Really loud this time and stopping just outside my room. He's here. I brace myself, maybe standing up wasn't such a good idea. The entire room is pulled forward by an immense force and light starts flooding into the room as I fall face first into the blanket. “TIME TO GET UP LITTLE MAN” boomed the voice from above. It was a familiar one but one that now overflowed with power and authority as much as I hate to admit it. “HA CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF MY SMELL HUH. DON'T WORRY THERE'S PLENTY MORE IN STORE FOR YOU TODAY”. As I shakily get up on my feet I realize I was face first in a massive pair of dark grey boxer briefs. And when I say massive I mean truly massive, my entire body can fit in the crotch section alone, maybe with room to spare. “HAHAHAHA” more rumbling laughs from above as my face turns slightly red. I should hardly be embarrassed at this point but having your reduced status thrown in your face like that literally, it never gets easy. I slowly raise my head and begin the long look up, past those vast lumpy hills that in the light are now clearly piles of underwear and socks some of them looking none too fresh. I continue past that vast insurmountable wooden wall to the top where it ends letting the light in and giving me a view of the vast landscape beyond. Blocking the view of most of that landscape and looming over the entire room I was in is a vast behemoth the source of the earthquakes and my morning mockery. I look up past the wooden wall to see a wall of white fabric similar to my “blanket” for several yards ending in a large black waistband with the letters CK imprinted in a repeating pattern in giant letters. Well giant letters to me, my God they're probably half the size of me, No i won't get in my head today not this early. My eyes travel past the waistband to a massive wall of slightly tanned flesh. Vaguely defined abs frame a belly button big enough to fit my head as my eyes travel up the hairy trail of muscled flesh to reach a hairless chest with protruding pecs that slightly block my view angle to the face of this Titan. Past the chest and toned neck I see the pointed chin, square jaw and pearly teeth all turned into a smug grin pointed right at me. Past the five o clock shadow and upturned lip is a large but well shaped aquiline nose. He was always self conscious about his nose, I would often tell him “you're a classically handsome guy” when he was down in the dumps after getting rejected by a girl. Speaking of classically handsome, past the nose were high and prominent cheekbones only slightly masked by the tiniest bit of fat. He would sometime joke that “if I had your nose and cheekbones I'd get more girls than you”. I need to stop reminiscing about my old life, it's not healthy for me. Past the cheekbones to the beaming green eyes. They're locked right on me, clearly smiling eyes but filled with something else, pride, hunger, self-satisfaction? Maybe all of them, probably all of them. All that was clear was that looking down on me from on high, standing on a stinky pair of his briefs in his underwear drawer, it fills him with an immense feeling of superiority. That was always the look when a giant looks at you, sometimes shock first, sometime curiosity but they all inevitably end up with that same look once they get you in their hands. Only it's different with these eyes, it hurts more to see that look in them. That's because these are the eye's of Dean Becker my best friend. Well he was before I shrank. Now I don't know what I am toy, pet, trinket to be shown off to friends, prop used to get views on social media and streams. I am all of these thing but above all I am owned. By Dean or any other giant I'm interacting with.

I keep looking up past the eyes and prominent brow to the forehead mostly covered by a mop of light brown hair that looks slightly wet. Well at least he showered today, you've got to take the small victories where you can. Past the jungle of hair is the landscape of his room. I use the word landscape because to me it's hard to conceptualize it as a room. Would you call 10 football fields attached together a room? As my mind wanders I'm brought back by a snap that sounds like a thunderclap and grunt that sounds more like something from an active construction site than a human voice. Deans in a rush this morning it seems. “YOU'RE COMING WITH ME TO CLASS TODAY RUNT”. Great another riveting day of community college, I briefly went to an Ivy league school before I shrunk.... it just hit me any sense of pride I had is utterly moot now. I'm nothing compared to even the dumbest giant, hell even most animals are higher up on the food chain than I am now. See this is why you don't reminisce.

The drawer shakes slightly wresting me from my thoughts, Dean is waiting for a response apparently. “Okay Dean” a flash of annoyance on the face. “I.. I mean Big Dean” a smirk on Dean's face, good. “How..How are you going to carry me today sir?” Dean had a variety of spots he liked to carry me when out and about. Some of them public to show me off some of them private places Dean like to keep me for his own satisfaction. Dean smirks again this time even wider. “HOW DO YOU THINK” his hand gestures around my current prison the underwear drawer. Though there are some socks in here I don't think they're what he has in mind. Typically when he makes me sleep in his underwear drawer it means I'm in for a ride along the next day. I think starting the day by looking at the pathetic sight of me in his underwear drawer really gets him off, actually I know it does. “YOU SEEM PRETTY ATTCHED TO THE PAIR YOU'RE STANDING ON, ARE THEY YOUR NEW FAVORITE? HA HA HA” He's laughing really loud it's not just a chuckle, so loud I cover my ears a bit. Tinies are pretty tough but having a giant laugh full blast this close is a bit much. With my hands still on my ears I look up to his face to see if he's stopped laughing just in time to see his mammoth hand heading right towards me. I yelp and dive on the ground gripping the old boxer briefs I'm standing on. The massive hand finds me as it always does and pulls me into the sky with only a few fingers needed to lift my whole body. Even though I should be used to being grabbed by now I'm still holding on to the boxers with my death grip so the boxers travel up with me until it gets too heavy and I let go. “HA HA HA THAT YOUR NEW SECURITY BLANKET BRO HA HA HA” Deans voice booms, just as loud as before only now I can't cover my ears. I wish he wouldn't call me bro it reminds me too much of the old days and makes me feel human for second. Even though he only calls me that when teasing me or the rare occasions when he actually lets me speak freely, typically only when he wants something that involves my mind and not just my obedience. Still it always fills me with longing and delusions of escape. “HAHA I KNEW YOU LIKED EM DIRTY” he says referring to the soiled pair I had just let go of.

“MAYBE I SHOULD WEAR YOU IN THEM IF YOU LOVE EM SO MUCH, THOUGH MAYBE I SHOULD WEAR A CLEAN PAIR”. Yes please have some basic hygiene you dirty slob I silently prayed. I noticed Dean look down towards his crotch I followed his gaze and found myself staring straight ahead at a pair of tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs with a sizeable package bulging intimidatingly close to where I sat in his hand. The boxers weren't stained per se but they definitely didn't look clean and I can smell a strong musk coming off them though of course I'm only inches away from them at this point. I look back up to Dean's face, he seems to be contemplating something. His face clears and he shrugs”EH CLEAN ENOUGH” he booms like a commandment from on high that's sealed my fate. I know exactly what it means, it's the same phrase he uses when he throws dirty laundry back into his drawer. I see his other hand move and pull back the waistband it's a familiar stretching sound that always fills me with dread. I'm dangled above the chasm that is his outstretched underwear. I look down and see a forest of dark pubic hair hiding a large and threatening presence underneath. I'm about to beg, don't know what for, before I'm cut off by Dean's booming timbre. “HAVE FUN IN THERE SQUIRT, BUT DON'T GET TOO EXCITED REMEMBER I'M IN CLASS TODAY”. I'm then unceremoniously dropped into his briefs. As I fall the heat and musk which was already prevalent on the outside, well it hit me like a ton of bricks as I fell coughing, past the waistband, landing on a mess of scratchy hair that thankfully breaks my fall before I tumble down headfirst to the depths. A large, hot and fleshy pillar limits the space for my body to fit so when I stop moving I'm face to face with the head of his dick with the rest of my body wrapped around the shaft in an uncomfortable position. His dick is bigger than me and it's not even close, it's the main passenger I'm just the stowaway. I cry out in humiliation but I don't have much time for self pity, if I don't reorient myself soon I'll be stuck like this for who knows how long. I struggle with all my might using his dick for leverage and manage to twist into an upwards position and pull myself up a bit. Now I'm in a sitting position clinging to the side of his dick like a koala bear baby clings to it's mother. God I'm pathetic. Luckily I pulled myself up just in time because half a second after I did the waistband snaps shut with a loud THWACK. It's such a powerful sound to me now. It's like a judge banging their gavel, sealing my sentence. The tight underwear holds me firmly in place so I can relax my arms and legs a little so long as I don't slip lower down over the course of the day I should be fine. Just as I'm settling in a large finger intrudes my space from above pulling the waistband back. I scramble to grab on to the penis that I'm sharing my space with so I don't slip further down and have a really unpleasant day. Smug rumbling laughter fills my ears. I look up to see Dean grinning down at me clearly feeling superior and if I'm being honest he looks it. “GEEZ GET A ROOM YOU TWO HA HA HA” he thunders down. I realize in that moment how I look from his perspective, sitting in a pair of his dirty briefs being worn by him and wrapped around his cock like I'm holding on for dear life. “HAHAHA” he keeps laughing. My face burns with shame and I avert my gaze. Deans dick hardens somewhat. “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET TOO EXCITED WE'VE GOT A LONG DAY AHEAD OF US SO KEEP YOUR DESIRE UNDER CONTROL. YOU'LL GET SOME QUALITY TIME TOGETHER ONCE WE GET HOME”. After finishing his taunt he pulled the waistband out as far as he could. I scramble to grab onto something, then he lets go. The force of the taut underwear slapping back into place slams me into his dick. The stinky and slightly moist fabric slams into my back with the force of several linebackers. I grip the shaft for dear life, it's the only bit of stability I have in this world. The waistband snaps downs like a thunderclap and the gust created by such rapid movement feels like a hurricane to me. How can such power come from just snapping a waistband? I'm still trying to wrap my head around that. Then I hear the cruel grunt of a laugh and it confirms that yes all that turmoil I went through was just so a giant could chuckle. One last taunt before he starts his day in earnest. I'm jumbled around as Dean puts on his pants and shirt for the day. At least I think that's what happened, all I know is that it's darker in here now. Then the rhythmic swaying starts he must be walking now, I'm gently pushed back and forth between the damp fabric of his stinking underwear and his overpowering cock that's still taking up most of the available space in our enclosure. Now the hard part starts, filling the time and keeping out the intrusive thoughts. It wasn't going well. One thought in particular was sticking with me Dean lecturing down to me “KEEP YOUR DESIRE UNDER CONTROL” he boomed. My desire? MY DESIRE? For the past 2 months ever since I shrunk Dean has bent me to his will to serve his every desire. Resistance is only met with more punishment which he seems happy to give out. Not only that but I've been humiliated and made to serve anyone whose good grace Dean wants to get in. The indignities I've suffered. And he wants to lecture me about controlling desires. That stupid smug face leering down at me like he thinks he's God. That big dumb oaf I should..... This is not a good start to the day. I need to stick with productive thoughts. A tiny getting angry only ever results in more punishment for the tiny. I've learned that the hard way. BOOM. A big uneven step jostles me around more than usual, I'm sent flying into the wall of underwear only to be bounced back like a trampoline straight into the shaft hard enough to knock the wind out of me. Uh Oh it's not as soft as it should be. I'll be blamed if he gets a hard on in public he doesn't want. I'll be the one punished. It boils my blood. That big oaf is the one who put me in here it his fault.... calm... back to your center. I can't believe this is how I'm using my mindfulness training. 6 months ago I was attending an Ivy league school rubbing elbows with future elites. Now I'm stuck in my best friends dirty underwear, while he wears it no less, on my way to some useless class fighting a losing battle with my sanity. And the heat, it's starting to become worryingly hot in here, I'm beginning to perspire already. What's become of me?