Jumping the Gun Surviving on Short Notice chapter 5 by deleted_user

The solution to all your problems was dreadfully obvious, you felt. If Evelyn was determined to smite you out of existence the next time she saw you, then perhaps her son might help you out of this situation. You try your best to ignore the stale smell of sweat permeating the carpet and the scattered dirty clothes around you. Eventually, you make it just behind Ben's chair. You can hear his loud curses up above, but figure that despite his angry tone, he might have a soft spot for the helpless.

You decide it's probably best to avoid his giant, socked feet. The dark stains under them told you it would not be a very pleasant experience. Instead, you opt to climb the dark plastic wheels of the chair up to Ben's seat. The journey is long and hard, while your climbing skills certainly improved with Evelyn's formula, your patience did not. Luckily, this seemed to be Ben's plans for the rest of the evening, and your window was open only until he decided to use the bathroom or go to bed.

Finally, you rolled your sore body onto the leather seat of the chair directly in between Ben's thighs. The musky smell was much more potent and for good reason. In front of you was the behemoth outline of the teen's sweaty junk poking through his shorts. Unfortunately for you, it was the only way up. Getting closer, you could see a thin layer of ball sweat that had collected on the seat beneath him, the musk now dominated your every sense. Gingerly, you clutch the moist fabric of the shorts and hoist yourself against the massive balls. If he discovered you down here, you'd be as good as dead, which made the rest of your ascent all the more terrifying.

Eventually, you pass over the faint outline of the penis head, easily wide enough to crush you under its mass. You hold your breath as you climb up slowly, praying the sensitive flesh doesn't notice your presence. For now, it doesn't. Scrambling onto the shaft, you rush up the rest of the shorts until you reach his navel. The smell was less potent but still funky inside his shirt, and it worsened the closer you got to his armpits. It doesn't take you nearly as long, and after a while, you reach his neck, surviving the teen's poor hygiene.

Climbing his face felt weird, his constant head motion made you sick, and the shouting from his gaping maw was deafening. You just make it to the bridge of his nose before Ben finally notices your presence. His eyes widen, and in a panic, he shakes you off his face, causing his character in-game to die to an enemy. The titanic teen looks down at you like you were being judged by the gods, and after a moment of anxious hesitation, he finally decides your fate..

A giant hand swipes you off the desktop in a quick blur. You feel the impact of Ben's sweaty palm on your back as you plummet to the carpet below between his feet. Lucky for you, the thick carpet fibers distribute your weight, and there isn't much damage. Unlucky is the looming shadow of Ben's socked foot lowering onto you. It was impossible to get out of the way quickly enough, and instead, you tried to bury yourself as flat as possible into the carpet, hoping the foot wouldn't crush you. At first, it doesn't. The sock's moist canopy crashes into you, sealing you in a tomb of smelly darkness. You begin to rejoice when suddenly, the foot begins to twist into the carpet, digging deeper and deeper until it reaches you. As a punishment for ruining his game, Ben's foot crushed you relentlessly into the ground, thinking you were some weird-looking bug...