Your little feet pound over the floorboards, careful not to fall down any cracks. You reach the bottom of the counter in the stylish kitchen. He sure keeps clean in here.
To your right you see a telephone cord, this may be the ticket to reach the top. An athlete in gym class, you always showed your skills on the rope climb. You charged up the telephone cord at a breakneck speed.
You finally reach the counter top and collapse in relief. From here he will surely be able to see you.
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After about an hour, a deafening crack rips through the silence as the giant opens his door. He stands there in his tight grey shirt and tiny dark blue shorts. Sweat is dripping off him in torrents. His armpits have a thick, dark film of sweat stains, his gorgeous dark skin glistens.
As he walks over to the counter, he gives his enormous groin a scratch, completely unaware of the tiny visitor. He towers above you, you could swear he was looking right at you...alas he was reaching for his mail behind you. As he stands above you, reading it,he towers at such a height that his mammoth, sweaty groin is at eye level with you.
He checks the oven to make sure his dinner is cooking, without taking his eyes off the wad of letters that had been sent to him. You edge closer to the giant, the smell of his groin is strong through the tiny shorts. His legs burst from the openings like dark monoliths. As you reach him however he turns around, resting his firm yet plump ass on the counter. The smell of 22 year old ass is intoxicating.
You run your hands along the firm ass, bound tightly behind the sweaty workout shorts. The fat and muscle react, twitching to your touch. His massive hand comes around. You are lucky enough to spot it from the corner of your eye. You jump back as the fingers dig into the sweaty crack. The nails scratch along the material as the mass behind it move fluidly.
The giant man is unable to satisfy his itch, so the massive hand descends under the fabric of the shorts. As he scratches, the smell that wafts out is of sweat, shit and man. An intoxicating scent for your tiny nostrils. As the hand retreats from the glutes, the tiny shorts now ride low, revealing to you this giant has no tan line.
As the giant bends over to check his meal, he catches a waft of his body odour through his underarms. He raises his right arm up, displaying his massive bicep, inhaling the sweaty scent. Both arms return to the bottom of the shirt, as if like a calvin klein ad, he peels the wet shirt off his body, revealing his massive torso. It is his kitchen, why not be comfortable. Now he is facing you, you watch as a bead of sweat drops from his hair. It runs down the slight stubble and onto the firm,broad chest. it passes the massive nipple as it descends off the amazing pectoral. The pace of it quickens as it rushes along his abs, across the V-line of his hips and into the tiny patch of pubic forest that pokes above his now-low riding shorts.
He rests one hand ontop of the table. You crawl upon the fingertip unnoticed. The detail of the skin is amazing at the size and the smell is indicative that this is the hand he used to scratch himself. With a breakneck speed the hand begins to move.
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