There I was, standing on a kitchen table, no more than three inches tall, waiting for the hairy giant, Bob, to return and the biggest man I’d ever seen when I was normal-sized was now lumbering toward me, completely naked. Steve was gigantic at 410 and six feet tall, his smooth round belly protruding, holding up his massive pectorals, his thick 23” arms swaying from side to side, his thick legs pounding their way across kitchen linoleum heading toward naked, little ME.

I couldn’t help but notice the thick uncut piece of meat that bobbed from under his ponderous belly with each step he’d take. He approached the table I was on standing over me and all I could think to do was run. I heard him laugh over the pounding in my own eardrums as my heart beat. I’m sure it was comical to see this diminutive little man scurrying to nowhere in particular.

A large, meaty palm descended in front of me so quickly that I slammed into it. Before I could fall back, thick, telephone pole-sized fingers wrapped themselves around my tiny body and I was lifted into the air. I was enclosed in Steve’s meaty gigantic left fist with nothing but my tiny legs dangling under me.

“I’ve caught a little man!” Steve chuckled. His fingers were so strong. He wasn’t hurting me, but I wasn’t going anywhere either. My arms were trapped above my head so there wasn’t even a hint of leverage, even if I had been strong enough.

“Heh heh, look at his tiny legs dangling. Tiny little feet.” He paused for a moment and then I felt a huge finger on his other hand start to rub the soles of my feet with a warm slickness that must have been his own spit.

“Oh, and he’s ticklish, too,” he said in his bass-low voice. I squirmed and squealed, struggled and giggled against the tough fleshy palm.

“Stop, STOP, STOP!” I shouted a muffled cry.

“Heh heh heh,” Steve was a jovial guy and was just having fun. But he knew when to quit. “Okay, little man.” He slid his finger between my legs, shocking me and exciting me at the same time. He opened his fist and gently pushed me fully into his open palm. Then, he flipped me over to face him.

“How are you tonight, Mr. Mike?” Steve smiled a giant smile, his full face and round cheeks seemed almost rosy.

“I … well, I guess I’m alright. Aside from the obvious.” Apparently, he wasn’t totally surprised to see me in such a state.

“Yes, it looks like you got a hardon there,” Steve really seemed to like touching me and wasn’t shy about gently rubbing my hard cock with a giant thick index finger. “Yeah, that’s nice.” He slightly closed his hand again and began to lower me back to the table. “Take a look at this…”

He stood me on the table and looked down at me. I looked up to see him rubbing his gigantic smooth belly, lifting it up and moving so that his fat uncut cock and balls rested on the table. He let go of his belly and it mashed his cock against the surface of the table.

“Oops. You don’t want to get underneath that! Heh heh!” Steve reached over to the wall, where a little key holder hung. There was a couple of shoestring necklaces that held name badges. “Hmm,” he said as he unfastened the shoestring, tied it to another one and then, strung it around his neck. “There we go.” I could only wonder what he was doing.

He stretched out the shoestring length and slid it down over his belly dropping it onto the table in front of me. I looked up at him curiously. “You didn’t get to work out tonight, did you? I went to the gym to work out with you and you were already gone. So, we’re gonna improvise your workout tonight, heh heh heh!”

“All you gotta do is climb up this mountain of belly,” Steve rubbed and patted his gigantic stomach, looking down at me, almost desirously. “You get up here to the top of Mount Steve and you’ve done your first exercise!”

I gulped, but took hold of the shoestring. I hadn’t ever climbed a real mountain, let alone a huge, round wall of flesh. I walked closer, his fat uncut dick and balls were still squashed to the table under his huge belly. I tugged on the shoestring and started to climb it, like I remembered doing in gym class years ago. I raised myself up enough to get a foothold on Steve’s lower belly. It felt so strange to press my feet against so much human flesh. It was warm and I could feel Steve’s breathing as I inched my way up the shoestring and up his belly.

I looked up and Steve continued to smile down at me. “You do keep climbing that big ol’ belly and one day you’ll grow up to be big and strong, heh heh heh!” and he patted the side of his stomach, making me lose my footing, knocking me, smack, into the beach ball of a belly.

“Oops! I guess I shouldn’t have done that,” Steve patted his big belly again and giggled. I tried to regain my footing against him and when I began to climb, Steve patted his belly again, making it jiggle and me lose my footing. I dangled there, hanging against the huge smooth gut. I looked up at Steve. He had a mischievous smile that became more compassionate. Steve’s thick fingers slid over his gut, around over me and held me against his belly. “Catch your breath, Mikey.”

Strange as it may seem, climbing this huge, gigantic behemoth of a man, being held against his stomach in thick callused fingers, I felt safe. And extremely turned on. I started climbing again and Steve released his hand, watching me intently. As I rounded the top of his belly, the climb got easier until I was on the shelf between his huge thick pectorals. I fell to my knees and Steve put a hand behind me to make sure I didn’t fall back.

“Good job, Mike! I’m proud of you!” Steve’s praise was so exuberant and it sounded genuine, but almost as if this were a normal accomplishment. “You need a rest,” he cupped his hand close to me, pressing me against one thick pec and sat down in a chair at the table. “There we go.”

He removed his hand and I settled back on his stomach. I leaned against his chest and felt him breathing. Up and down, I could feel myself being moved as he just sat there smiling.

Steve reached for me again and grasp me between his thumb and forefinger, lifting me from his belly. My legs dangled in front of his face and I started to get hard again. “Yeah, I like seeing that,” he almost whispered. The huge forefinger of his other hand touched my feet as they dangled and then moved to touch my hard little cock as well.

“Oh, check this out,” Steve brought me over across his pectoral to his giant nipple. “Look at that. It’s almost as big as your cock.” He sat a little sideways so that he could drop me on the side of his belly against his nipple. “Go ahead, it’s really sensitive.”

I looked up over the giant’s chest and he was still smiling warmly at me as if this was just a normal thing to be doing. I was about to grab hold of his giant nipple when I heard lumbering footsteps.

“Mike, I’m sorry… STEVE!” Big Bob returned from making his phone call.

“Hey, Robert. Look what I found to play with.” Steve smiled and nudged me with a giant finger against his chest. “And here I thought we’d just end up playing cards again.”