I flex my massive arms enjoying your shocked expression. I know you can't believe what you are looking at. My hugeness, my solidity.
We are the same age, but I am superior to you in every way. I'm three times your weight, just one of my arms holds enough mass and force than your weak little body; my feet, huge, with veins like cords are planted firmly in the floor, each of my steps makes the entire room shake, and I see you shake with it.
I give two steps with confidence towards you, still flexing my arms high, and I let the air I was holding out, like a storm it blows your thin hair.
I see you instinctively move back, giving way before you are steamrolled out of the way but I stop you with a gesture and put my right hand on your shoulder.
For a second I am taken by the difference. Your shoulder is pale, thin, no hair. There's barely any muscle, I feel little to no resistance as my large hand rubs your shoulder. You are so soft little man.
My hand is calloused from thousands of hours of exercise, thick everywhere, massive veins barely visible under thick hair. The muscles powering my thumb seem to hold more size than your little shoulder. I like this, I love being enormous. You make me feel even bigger. I see you wince slightly. Ha! I was getting excited and started to hurt you by accident. I'm such a brutish oaf.
No matter. I look you firmly in your eyes, walking close, but smiling warmly. I want you to understand that it wasn't intentional. If I wanted, you would be gone. A splatter against my chiseled frame. A crumpled paper ball in my hand. I see you understand. At least that little thing between your legs does.
I walk more, closer to you, each heavy step making a ground shaking WHOOMP against the wood floor. I find so cute to see your eyes darting briefly from the gargantuan slabs of my pectorals in front of you, advancing like a wall threatening to make you flat, to my legs, as you want to see my quads, hard like steel but also becoming a heavy mass of meat slapping against the other as I walk. It's been years since my balls barely had room left, they are pushed out and up like 2 big lemons by my firm and thick legs. 94cm each you know? Likely thicker each than your bird chest.
I see your eyes widen as you stumble against the wall behind you. I cackle, loudly. My deep rumbling laughter seems to shake the wall, and you. Damn it, you are so cute, drool on your beard, fear on your eyes. You have no idea what to do now. I'm going to make you mine, little man.
Your hands are frozen in place, so I help you. I have to lean down a bit to reach your wrists. So tiny! So thin. I have to remind myself you're a grown man, and I am something else.
I rub my thumbs into your palms, up and down. I feel the hands of an office clerk. They feel delicate and small. I engulf them in my own, barely feeling them tremble. After warming them up, I bring them to my face, and kiss them. I know my beard is raspy on your soft skin so I stop once I hear the first moan.
still holding your thin wrists between my thumb and index, enough to engulf them, I guide you to my pecs . God, the difference is so much. Your hands together can't even hold one of my heavy relaxed meat slabs. Meanwhile, you are hypnotized by them I move my hand to your naked chest, the muscle is barely visible, I feel every rib under my fingers. Just placing my fingers under your pit I can use my thumb to press on your chest, near the middle, as you are so narrow. You wince, I stop. I know it will cave without effort. So I limit myself to caress the hair on your arm pit.
I order in a deep voice, still distracted with your armpit, you obey in an instant. No hesitation. I don't even think you could have resisted. I know you are trying your hardest because my skin lets me know of the changing pressure, but my chest only moves to my breathing, your efforts are pointless, and in their pointlessness my desire to make you mine only grows. My cock enlarges, threatening to also push you against the wall. I love it, I can do whatever I want with you.
The moment is coming. I feel it in my throbbing cock. It's heavy now. I feel an animalistic rumble, low, starting to come from my chest. Like a large animal in heat, I wish to grab you like meat, to tear you, to break you to-
No. I stop myself, bring myself back. You noticed the shift, your hands are are again down, glued to the wall, the head of my cock making a dent on your soft hairy belly and your eyes alert and scared. No, I want you to fear my power, not me. I patiently grab your hands again to my lats this time. They flare like wings at the smallest movement. I let you rub them, to explore the deep, musky valley of my pits. I chuckle as you just dig yourself deeper into my body. My musk won't disappear from your hands, little man. For days. For weeks. Maybe forever if I have things my way. And I often do.
I wait for your breathing to normalize, I caress the back of your head while your tongue cleans the valley of my pits, I see you arch your back with one big thick finger as press your little body against my quads, noticing my thighs are bigger and wider than you. Probably heavier too.
I place my right hand on your upper back, and push down, slightly. My cock throbs at the sound of your knees hitting the floor. Then with one arm I lift you up, and pull you to me. Like a ragdoll, you offer no resistance. You are so weak, little man. So soft, so... Perfect. A man, is still a man. I can't hold myself anymore.
I lift you effortlessly to my face, I feel your feet grace my shins, I grab you with one hand by your torso and place you against the wall, holding you flat with one big hand, I force you to lift the thin limb you would call an arm with my thumb and shove my face in your pit, and bite.
The moans make me rabid. You are mine now. I can't stop myself any longer. I go for your mouth, I feel your breath hit on my face and I kiss you, shoving my tongue into your mouth, deep. Even your tongue is weaker than mine, displaced, it has no option but to squirm and give way to my tongue penetrating your windpipe, conquering the first hole of your body for my use and my pleasure alone. I hear a muffled something, I feel your delicate hands grab to my traps, each way thicker than you can hope to grasp. I want you even more. You shall be mine, or you will be crushed flat and made into a trophy.
I lean back, allowing you to breath. Your gasps for air are pathetic. I smile wildly, you are red and pale at the same time, I felt the wild impulse to use my thick hands to mash you into one single color, but I stop. Instead, With a clean movw from my other hand I remove your briefs. Man flesh. Even a skinny man has a hole to conquer.
Still in one hand, I carry you to the bed, and drop you on it. You bounce. Ha. Let's hope the entire floor doesn't break down when I body slam you into a fucking comma, you flattened bitch.
