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🕑 Added 2023-07-10 04:23:58 +0000 UTCThe thunderous roar and flash of the explosion fade away just as quickly as it arrived. Only a thin wisp of smoke lingers, trailing in the direction of the blast. The forest falls back into a serene silence, where the harmonious whispers of the wind though the trees mix alongside the melodious song of birds returning to their nests after a long summer day.
The giant rises in place, enveloping the tiny human in the shadow cast by his colossal and naked body. The behemoth’s testicles and massive semi-erect member sway menacingly several meters above the human’s head, its size several times larger than the human’s entire body. Just the thought of the weight of that massive package plummeting down upon him sends shivers down the smaller being’s spine.
The giant turns around without uttering a word, but his face shows a trace of resignation. The human observes in astonishment as the muscular creature moves effortlessly across the landscape, each stride covering the distance that would take the little man minutes to traverse. With every step, the ground crunches and trembles, and any vegetation in the giant’s path is instantly compressed into a thing layer of soil, leaves and splinters.
The giant gathers his scattered clothes-- a pair of jeans, socks, boots and his underwear. He hesitates for a moment, watching the sun set, and finally takes a whiff of his armpit. The giant has been working and exercising throughout the whole hot summer day, and the night doesn’t seem inclined to offer any respite from the heat.
Standing motionless for a brief interlude, lost in his thoughts, the giant separates his underwear from the pile and meticulously arranges the rest of his garments. Placing them alongside his boots on a flat surface of a nearby hill.
“I’ll take care of the rest later“, he mutters aloud.
Slipping on his underwear, he skillfully accommodates his impressive, still semi-erect member within. That was the only outfit he would need for the sweltering night ahead. He turns and walks towards the human, inadvertently crushing a couples of pines beneath his heavy footsteps.
The giant kneels before the hill where the human stands and extends his right hand towards him. The little human shut his eyes instinctively and brace for the worst, terrified by the idea of being punished by the imposing creature. He could only flinch, knowing well that running away was pointless at this time.
But the blow never came. Instead, the deep voice of the titanic being resonated through the air.
“Sorry about your ride, little guy” he says.
The little man opens his eyes, surprised to find the giant’s hand extended, palm up, a few meters away from him. Overwhelmed by the sequence of events, he is left speechless, unable to find any word to respond.
“I can take you home” He declares.
The little man stands, momentarily unable to discern whether it was a question, a statement or an order.
“I don’t have all day, little one. Gather your things and come.”
The giant urges, gently waving his hand and bringing it closer towards the man. The giant’s hand is of titanic proportions, capable of holding about ten people in its rough and weathered palm. The marks of his enduring construction work and physical effort over the centuries are imprinted on the rugged skins of his hand.
As the human contemplates the hand, a mixture of fear and mistrust takes hold of his mind. The fear of falling into a trap or being harmed, even unintentionally, by the giant intertwines with the temptation to venture forth and establish a closer contact with the imposing being.
The human averts his gaze from the hand and directs his eyes towards the giant’s face. Despite his thick black beard covering most of his face, his gestures reveal a kind smile, with benevolent and serene eyes. Although apprehension lingers, his countenance conveys a genuine sense of trust and welcome.
Turning towards his campsite, the little man’s mind swirls with thoughts and concerns. Even with his back turned, he can feel the gaze of the imposing being fixed upon him.”
Comments
Phillip
I love seeing giant Omar towering over the tiny man like a skyscraper with his serious face. Very intimidating and we get to see how huge he actually is. Also inviting him to climb aboard his hand, great face.
Matt Rousseau
Who could say no to that face?
