As James’s massive form descended, Dylan’s world shrank to the suffocating shadow of the giant’s body. His heart thundered, limbs paralyzed, every instinct screaming to flee but his tiny body refusing to budge. The couch creaked under the looming weight, and Dylan braced for oblivion.
Then, abruptly, James froze mid-squat. Dylan’s wide eyes darted upward, catching the giant’s silhouette halting, muscles tensing as he straightened. The faint music from James’s headphones buzzed in the air, and Dylan heard a muffled voice—James, muttering to himself, oblivious. “Maybe I should eat this in my room,” James said, his voice low and distracted. He stood tall again, the bag of chips crinkling as he turned. His bare feet thudded heavily, each step vibrating through the couch as he shuffled back to his room. The door clicked shut, sealing him away.
Dylan exhaled, his tiny chest heaving. Safe—for now. He sagged against the couch’s fabric, pulse still racing, mind reeling from the close call. The silence settled, heavy but fleeting.
Moments later, the front door swung open with a bang. Dylan’s head snapped toward the sound. In strode Theo, a towering figure radiating heat and energy. His skin glistened with sweat, dark hair plastered to his forehead, a damp tank top clinging to his broad chest. He kicked off his shoes, the thud echoing, and peeled the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly. Dylan’s breath caught, his fear mingling with a strange, electric fascination. Theo’s presence was overwhelming—bigger, bolder than James, his every move exuding raw confidence.
Theo headed straight for the kitchen, his long strides shaking the floor. Dylan, still frozen, watched as the giant rummaged, grabbing a bottle of water and a protein bar. Then, with a casual swagger, Theo turned toward the living room—toward the couch. Dylan’s heart lurched as Theo paused, standing just feet away, his shadow stretching over the tiny figure.
In one fluid motion, Theo hooked his thumbs into his shorts and slid them down, revealing skin-tight black briefs that hugged every curve of his powerful frame. The fabric strained against his thick thighs and sculpted glutes, leaving little to the imagination. Dylan’s eyes widened, his gaze locked on the sheer scale of Theo’s body—taller, more imposing than James, his physique a study in raw strength. The musky scent of sweat and heat rolled off him, filling the air around Dylan’s tiny perch.
Theo, oblivious, stepped closer, turning to face the couch. Dylan’s world tilted as the giant’s backside loomed directly above—a massive, perfectly rounded wall of muscle barely contained by the tight briefs. The fabric stretched taut, outlining every contour, the seams digging into Theo’s skin as he shifted his weight. Dylan’s breath hitched, his fear now tangled with an undeniable, primal intrigue. The sight was overwhelming, intimate in its rawness, the sheer power of Theo’s body pinning Dylan in place as much as his own paralysis.
Theo began to lower himself, his glutes flexing as he descended toward the couch. The air grew heavy, the couch groaning under the impending weight. Dylan stared up, transfixed, as the giant’s ass filled his entire field of vision—a colossal, unyielding force bearing down. The tight briefs shifted slightly, revealing the faintest glimpse of skin where the fabric rode up, and Dylan’s mind blanked, caught between terror and a strange, helpless awe. Theo was inches away now, the heat of his body radiating, the couch dipping as his weight began to settle—directly onto Dylan’s frozen, tiny form.
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