Heat + Durability Testing: Audio Log #1

As the recording ended, Dr. Horne let out an exasperated sigh, running his forearm across his forehead in an attempt to wipe away the sweat building up above his brow. "Fucking hell....." He muttered under his breath in annoyance. "Hope you like sweat, you little freak. Who am I kidding, you're the one that requested this..." He spoke aloud, removing his coat and hanging it on the back of the chair he'd been sat in. 

As Dr. Horne stood up, his thighs collided together with a slap, the skin squishing together and completely enveloping the subject between them as the scientist picked up a tablet from his desk. "Time to run some other tests in the meantime..." He hummed to himself, already beginning to forget his passenger as he began to walk around his room.

For the tiny himself, he was quickly coming to realize what a mistake he had made. His body was plastered against Dr. Horne's thigh, with the heat and moisture causing his body to become completely glued to the plush skin of the doctor's thighs. The heat inside the sock was already unbearable the second the subject was dropped inside, but as the temperatures in the laboratory continued to rise, the tiny could do nothing but attempt to shout to get the scientist's attention. Unfortunately, this would prove impossible as the doctor's thighs collided and the tiny was crushed between what felt like the world's softest mountains. 

The pressure was immense, thanks to the sheer size of Dr. Horne's thighs, and only further pushed the subject into the doctor's skin. Not only that, Dr. Horne's body heat on top of it all was unbearable. At least, it would be to a normal human being. True to the doctor's hypothesis, the resistance built up through his shrinking technology had held true, and not only could the subject survive the intense heat and crushing force, albeit uncomfortably, they weren't experiencing any actual pain nor under threat of suffocation. 

Just discomfort.

A discomfort that would only spike immensely as the sweat along the doctor's thighs began to build. What was once a relatively muggy but bearable heat now felt like breathing in a hot soup for the subject in question. As step the doctor took smeared the tiny against his sweaty thighs, coating him in Dr. Horne's fluids as he went about his own business as though the subject weren't even there. As the doctor sat down and crossed one leg over the other, the subject felt as though they would pop under the pressure as all the air in their lungs was being squeezed out of them, and yet they continued onwards.

All for another 8 hours to go...