The Giant continue to sniff, drawing air in through both his mouth and nose, tasting the air. Chills ran up and down your spine at the rumbling growl that reverberated through the Giants deep chest. Closer and closer he came, his massive steps shaking the ground more and more
The Towering form of the giant was cast in Shadow above you by the setting sunlight from the doorway, still sniffing. You were about level with the giants knees which were only one (giant) foot away. From this angle, you were almost certain that you were about 2 in tall compared to the Giant. You were a bug, maybe a mouse, compared to this Colossus.
Your vision was suddenly filled with the Giants face, or more accurately his nose, knelt down and took a big whiff of the fur pile. Luckily you froze up at the terrifying sight, fearful that you'd been discovered, so the Giants sharp eyes couldn't catch your tiny hidden form. Even luckier, the smelly furs seem you have covered your scent, which apparently the giant could track - great...- and he failed to discern your sent from his own within the pile.
You managed to stop yourself from giving a sigh of relief, worried it might give you away after such a close call, has the giant stood back up. You waited with bated breath for the giant to go back to the kitchen and give you some space to think, but he didn't. Instead of walking away, he came closer, walking Around the Fur pile and standing with his back to it while he faced the dying fire place.
Deciding to risk it, you shuffle a little further out of The Furs and rolled to your back to look up at what the giant was doing. You were just in time to see the all encompassing shadow of the Giants rear end coming down on top of you. The last thing you saw before everything went dark was two overlapping pelts of his... Kilt? Separating and the rolled edge of his undergarment - like loincloth heading right for you.
Expected to be dead at that point, having a 33 foot tall giant man sit on you would normally lead to that, right? But you weren't dead, the unbearable Force crushing you between the mildewy furs in the Giants bare flesh certainly indicated that you weren't dead yet, you shouldn't be in this much pain if you're dead.
It seems The Furs were just soft enough that the full weight of this massive being wasn't enough to squash you flat, just smother you in grimey, sweaty flesh. Your body tried to squirm reflexively when it realized it couldn't replenish its oxygen supply, but you were fully pinned in place, the fur and flesh molding to your body shape.
When the giant mercifully lean Forward, it allowed a bit of fresh air into your still wedged space. In an act of desperation you began scrambling for a way out of there, fingers clawing at the grit filled fur as you slowly crawled towards the sliver of light seeping in from where the Giants bum lifted off The Furs a little.
The tight space still held you down, but you could move. Just as it had felt like you were getting out, everything starts to tighten again. It's like a living nightmare, like time suddenly slows down so that each individual second is drawn out in agonizing suspense.
You're so close, so very close. Your hand reaches out into the light and then...
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