Shafted - Futa/Male, Huge Sizes, tags by chapter

Jack cursed out loud, not even the slightest bit worried about anyone hearing him. In truth, with the music blasting as hard as it was, he could barely hear the words himself. Why he’d agreed to come to this party was wildly escaping him at that moment, just like his friends had somehow escaped him after he’d turned around for just a moment to apologize to a girl for stepping on her toes on the way to the front of the crowd. Okay, maybe he’d taken a bit more than a second to voice his apology, and maybe he hadn’t really finished saying it but come on! It wasn’t his fault he’d spun right into a pair of jiggly breasts covered by nothing more than fluorescent glowing pasties, basically dragging his eyesight to move with their shaking. He’d never really understood how people could call bouncing up and down dancing, but at that point he hadn’t been about to complain. That was, of course, until the wild swaying of said hypnotizing tits suddenly stopped, and a blush flared on Jack’s cheeks, bright enough that it too might have been mistaken for fluorescent in the dark night. He hadn’t even looked up to meet the girl’s gaze, stuttering out an apology before quickly walking away to get lost in the crowd. But in his mind, he could perfectly picture the annoyed, or maybe freaked out eyes staring down at him.

Fucking perv…

That’s what she probably thought. And not only her. Everywhere Jack turned he could swear he saw people looking at him disapprovingly, as if that one incident had already spread like a wildfire and he had been forever marred by it. The crowd was suddenly feeling very overwhelming, as if the scores of people at the rave were walls closing in on him, squeezing him shut in between. Jack couldn’t take it, screw looking for his friends, he needed out of there right in that instant. But in the darkness he could barely see his own two feet, getting out would be no simple task. Curse his short stature, and curse all those bigger, sweaty, bouncing bodies all around him. Out of the corner of one eye he managed to eye the large lightshow of what could only be the stage, and immediately spun around to walk the opposite way. A little trek later, filled with pushing uncomfortably close past people he’d never know, and getting parts of their bodies rubbed up against him by the sheer closeness, Jack, in all his 5 foot 4 glory popped up from the back of the dancing crowd like a person lost in the wilderness finally finding their way back to civilization.

Taking a deep breath, only to immediately regret it as his nostrils were hit with the strange mixture of sweat, stuffy air and sickly sweet smoke. He may have been out of the jungle, but he had not yet gotten to safety. Air, he needed fresh air. With a quick pace he walked over in the direction he vaguely recalled he and his friends had entered from earlier in the night, taking care to not step on any spilled drinks, or worse fluids, that seemed to coat the ground. He didn’t envy the cleaners that would have to come in early in the morning only to be greeted with such a mess, but at the very least he could save them a bit of work by not adding to it. As he turned around a very familiar corner, he finally reached the entrance, where hours earlier he’d had a fight with his friends about really not wanting to go inside. Alex in particular had been vehement, quickly countering any and all excuses Jack had tried to make, eventually basically forcing Jack inside when he’d brought up that the ticket was already paid for, and Jack had yet to pay him back for it. With all eyes staring at them, there had been nothing else to do but go in, with the now obviously false promise that they’d stick together.

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