As he leaned in, Brent’s chest tingled with a swell of utter giddiness. His eyes bounced across the glass panes, between the concrete edifices so delicately carved and the interiors of towers many stories high, all perfectly furnished, their inhabitants filling hallways and offices and apartments, each face turned outwards unique and magical to his bright eyes. This was better than he’d ever imagined, and it was all he could do to not burst out into boyish giggles.

“So, am I good, or am I good?” A deep bass of a chuckle rolled down from on high. In the streets cars shook before their occupants ran from them screaming, the pavement giving way to a flowing menagerie of bipedal beings, each resembling a breadth of animals of nearly every shape and size. Just behind the scrambling, shrieking masses, an enormous, hairy foot slammed into the earth, crumpling vehicles into flat discs and molding the asphalt into several-foot deep craters.

The enormous man grinned down on the animal city at his toes, his smile looming above his smooth-skinned, tubby bulk that wobbled naked between the buildings, soft sides threatening to spill against the shining structures, wide hips swaying in his wake as he watched his feet thunder against the road from over the curvature of his gut. In his hand he gripped a trailer, its truck lost somewhere in the cratered ruins behind him, fingers denting the boxy shape to their grasp.

Brent laughed as his flabby belly bumped into a building. Concrete and glass crackled and crumbled as muffled cries burst forth, the structure groaning and bending slightly from the strain,

“Oops, I should be careful! I’ll knock it over!”

He lifted the trailer to his lips, opening his jaws wide to pour crates of food onto his fat, wet tongue, bouncing them back before crunching them to shreds against boulder-sized teeth, sending them into that gut with a wet swallow that echoed through the streets all on its own.

His thick fingers scratched his padded, titanic chest, “Aww, c’mon, I can’t break it! Not yet, anyways…these little guys are too cute! Besides, it looks like I planning on eating the place out of house and home, anyways!”

Brent whooped as he took a step, the emptied semi trailer tumbling from his fingers to crash against the sidewalk below. Thick, wide arms swaying ponderously as his heavy, wide feet sent a dozen more cars crunched into oblivion, and dozens more alarming as they bounced upon their suspensions. He rumbled a growl, toes flexing in the roadway he crushed to dust. He grinned back at a row of canines gawking in a fifteenth-floor office to send them scattering for cover adorably while his own manhood rested in his meaty and hairy hand. “You like it, hun?”

He nudged one of the few unsmashed cars below with his big toe, “I’m HUGE here…I feel like I could plow through this city without thinking. Every move I make shakes this place to the core…” His laughter grew as he bounced upon his toes, the thunderclap of his shaft slapping his thighs harmonizing with the rumbling sway of the surrounding skyscrapers and the dampened wails of the furred folk within. “And these little guys…” He reached out to that office window, giddily tapping at it with a fingertip, “They’re so cute! I can’t wait to get my hands on some of them…”
“And it’s all mine. I’m gonna fucking RULE this world like a king…”

Brent smiled warmly, “Like a gods. Like the god I know I am.”
The cityscape had a precious few seconds of peace before Brent’s eager, devious rumbling voice thundered into the silence.

“So, wanna break this place in? I figure I have a bit before we have a military to tangle with.”

Brent grinned as a low, rumbling gurgle erupted from the larger man’s belly, reaching down to gently rub across its girth, “I was thinking I’d grab a little dinner…this is a world of animal people, right? I bet I can find a crowd full of the ones that taste good.”
Brent chuckled, his belly quivering with each laugh. “There’s bound to be plenty of different flavors walking around, just waiting for me to sample.”

With a devious grin, the colossal titan began to stroll down the street, his thundering footsteps shaking the entire city as he searched for the perfect spot to indulge himselves. He casually swatted at vehicles and buildings, reducing some to rubble with just the flick of a wrist, all the while delighting in the screams and panic from the tiny animal people that were desperately fleeing from the giants’ rampage.

He spotted a large gathering near a city center, where the locals had been attending what appeared to be a celebratory festival. He gestured towards the gathering excitedly, “Oh, look! It’s like they prepared a buffet just for me! How kind of them.”

Brent licked his lips in anticipation, his eyes scanning the crowd for the tastiest looking animal people. “Mm, right. Well, I should definitely thank them for their hospitality.” He smirked as they approached the city center, his massive shadow casting a terrifying darkness over the festivities below.

As buildings toppled under the sheer force of his approach, the giant gingerly reached down with his enormous hands, scooping up clusters of squealing, panicked animal people. He brought his prizes close to his faces, examining his terrified captives before plucking several of them from his hand and popping them into his mouths, crunching down with satisfied grins.

The taste was even better than they had imagined, each animal person being a blend of flavors true to their species. Brent relished in the succulent taste of a cow person, or the tender, juicy flavor of a pig person.

“These are amazing!” He moaned, scooping up another handful of the kicking, terrified creatures. “I should have found this world sooner.”

Brent, his lips smacked with delight as he gulped down a mouthful. “I’ll have a wonderful time here, I love it.” His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “And with each meal, I’ll just grow even more powerful…even more unstoppable.”

With gluttonous eagerness, the giant continued his feast - indulging in the fear and taste of an abundance of animal people. His reign of terror had just begun, and neither could think of any other way he’d rather spend his lives - as the monstrous, uncontested god of this world.
Brent thought about what he said “And these little guys…” “They’re so cute! I can’t wait to get my hands on some of them…” And seeing another tall office building he approached and looked through the windows of the last floor. He saw one different creature in each of the office room. He scrutinized them and his gaze stopped on a muscular male cheetah dressed like a businessman. Alarge smile apeared on the bearded face of the massive giant, he wanted to catch that cheetah between his fingers, feeling his diminutive yet firm and muscular body under the tips of his fingers.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he slowly reached his enormous hand towards the office building. The colossal digits expertly maneuvered through the shattered glass and twisted framework until they finally hovered just above the muscular cheetah businessman.

From his perspective, the sight must have been incredibly surreal and terrifying; the giant fingers descending upon him like the claws of a merciless predator. Yet, there was something strangely fascinating about the contrast between his well-toned, tawny body and the massive, pale and hairy hand that sought to ensnare him.

With a grin, Brent moved with the precision of an experienced hunter, plucking the cheetah from his office with a soft yet firm grip. He lifted the trapped businessman towards his face, taking a moment to admire the intricate patterns of his fur and the defiant scowl that adorned his sharp, feline features.

“Wow !” He exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his voice.“He’s quite cute ! So strong and muscular, even in this tiny form.”

Brent inspected the trapped cheetah. Even as his massive shadow fell across the captives, he was forced to admit that the sight of his small, fierce prey ignited an indescribable thrill within him. “Indeed,” he rumbled with a low chuckle. “Ferocious but powerless - a perfect combination.”

Brent cradled the captive cheetah between his fingers, giving him a gentle squeeze as if to reassure the terrified creature.

“Don’t worry,” he cooed to the trapped eline, “I’ll take good care of you.” Then, without hesitation, he pinned him against his chest, excitedly savoring the mix of his musky scents and terrified squirms.

Brent grinned, proud of his newfound dominance. His rule in this world was off to an exciting start. And while his reign of terror was fueled by fear and destruction, it was the power and pleasure he found in these vulnerable, unique creatures that truly stoked his passion for conquest.
He was delighted by the handsome feature of the diminutive male cheetah. Brent looked down at him to and found the dwarfed big cat was cute.
The small, muscular creature trembled under his gazes, caught between terror and awe at the giant that circled him.

“Aren’t you just adorable?” Brent gushed, his voice resonating through the air. “Those eyes, so fierce and full of defiance! I think I want to keep you around for a while.” The anthro cheetah couldn’t understand the language of the giant and trembled with fear.

A playful smirk spread across Brent’s face as he carefully ran the tip of his massive index finger down the side of the cheetah’s body, feeling the firm muscles and smooth fur beneath. “I can’t argue with that. You have such an appealing presence. I’m sure you’ll be an entertaining addition.”

Brent’s eyes danced with wicked amusement. “If I want to keep him, how about we come up with a set of rules for him and his fellow captives? Even in this tiny form, I’m sure there’s some way to get them to be of service to their new gods.” He thought aloud.

He then stared down at the still-graceful, even in captivity, cheetah businessman. “Yes, some rules will be needed for sure. They can serve as pets, but they must also remember their place beneath me. And if even one of them thinks of trying to escape or causing trouble, there will be consequences.”

His plans for the small, beautiful being now held tightly in his grasp were just beginning to unfold, and the endless possibilities for control, pleasure, and domination sent a thrill coursing through the giant titan.

Little did the cheetah know, he was the spark that would ignite a new era under the rule of this monstrous god, and the backbone of a new, terrifying hierarchy in a world already shaken by the presence of the colossal man.

Brent sat down in the middle of th city and reclined to lie on his vast back, and he put the cheetah on the middle of his humongous hairy torso and watched as the cheetah was struggling between his chest hair.

With his colossal frame sprawled across the city, Brent’s massive torso become a mountainous landscape, forming immense valleys with each rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. The tiny cheetah was dwarfed by the thick, dark curls of Brent’s chest hair as it struggled to navigate the relative vastness.

Pleased by this sight, he brought his fingertip down next to the cheetah. The contrast between the tiny, feline figure and the immense size of Brent’s finger was striking, serving as yet another reminder of the incredible power disparity that existed between them.

The cheetah glanced around in panic, realizing that there was no easy escape from the giant. Fear throbbed through his body, a stark contrast to the almost parental amusement in Brent’s eyes as he studied his futile attempts at resistance.

Despite his terror, the cheetah quickly gathered himself and approached Brent’s massive fingertip with trepidation. At first, he reached out to gently touch it, feeling the warm, soft human skin beneath his small digits. And then, after a deep breath, he reluctantly climbed onto the enormous digit, clutching tightly as if it were a mere tree branch.

Brent smirked at the cheetah’s bravery, finding the display quite endearing. “Look at this little guy” he said, drawing attention to his newfound pet. “He’s so determined!”

Brent chuckled deeply, the vibrations in his chest causing the landscape of his body to tremble under the cheetah’s feet. “Indeed he is. This one’s a fighter. It makes him even more interesting !”

“I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next.” The giant eagerly anticipating further interaction with his small captive and the chaos he’d continue to wreak upon this vulnerable, fascinating world.

The cheetah hesitated, but he was the CEO of that office building where he had been unceremoniously snatched by that gigantic furless being. He was thinking himself as a strong person although now he was feeling dwarfed to insignificance by this behemoth. He rubbed one of his cheetah like hand along the thick but smooth skin of the enormous finger of Brent. It was not that easy as the vast chest of the giant man was heaving up and down slowly but with a great amplitude each time the bigger of these giant breathed down the cheetah got moved back. But he managed to give some strokes at the enormous fingertip. Before Brent started to chuckle, his low toned and deep voice rumbling like thunder and rattling the bones of the legs of the cheetah who lost his balance and fell backward among the thick , dark curls of Brent’s chest hair that were almost as long the cheetah was tall. He wriggled among them and got finally tangled among them his arms immobilized by the thick curls and his own chest and firm belly exposed.

Seeing the tiny CEO struggle and eventually become trapped in his chest hair, Brent couldn’t help but break into laughter. Despite himself, he found the cheetah’s persistent attempts to maintain some degree of dignity and control incredibly endearing.

Brent grinned, marveling at the small captive wriggling among his chest curls. “Look at you, little one. It seems you couldn’t even manage to hold onto your balance in the face of a chuckle,” he taunted gently, his voice resonating through their tiny captive’s body. “But I must admit, it’s truly impressive to see you keep fighting despite the odds.”

And his eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched the cheetah’s futile attempts to untangle himself. “He is quite tenacious, isn’t he? I suppose that’s what made him a CEO in the first place. But now, his strength and determination belong solely to me.”

Brent reached down with his gigantic hand and carefully plucked the immobilized cheetah from his chest hair. He lifted the small creature to eye level, examining him with a mix of curiosity and affection. “Indeed, he’s mine now. And I’m going to make sure he knows it.”

As the gigantic titan continued to revel in his newfound power and the thrill of having such a tenacious, yet still utterly helpless captive, the cheetah’s predicament seemed only to solidify his desire to dominate and control not only him but also the entire world the poor, small beings called home.
But for the moment, he were content to revel in his conquests and the taste of his latest acquisition. The cheetah may have been trapped and helpless, but the thought of breaking his proud spirit and molding him into his perfect, obedient pet sent shivers of anticipation through Brent’s immense bodies.

As the sun began to set on the destroyed city, casting long shadows across the rubble and decimated buildings, the giant titan retreated to a nearby skyscraper, curling up with his tiny captive trapped between his hairy chest’s curls.

Brent’s enormous hand cradled the immobilized cheetah, occasionally stroking his fur with a gentle touch.

He had claimed this world as his own, and with each passing moment, he found himself growing more powerful and more assured in his complete dominance.

For the time being, he were content to bask in their victory and allow his captive to squirm helplessly between the hair of his meaty pecs.
But he knew this was only the beginning, and there were countless more adventures and conquests to be had. Brent would rule this world with an iron fist, and nothing could stand in his way.
Brent was sitting in the middle of another devasted city. The humongous giant had eaten almost all its inhabitants to satiate his enormous appetite and crushed any hint of resistance under his massive feet.
The behemoth opened his fist in front of his huge looming face and his enormous eyes focused on the form of the cheetah he was holding in the hollow of this huge hand. The eyes of Brent glowed with the same fascination at the sight of the diminutive yet magnificient cheetah. The giant deep voice demanded the cheetah to make another demonstration of his suppleness for his own enjoyment.
As Brent gazed at the cheetah with an undeniable mixture of awe and gratification, the trapped feline couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment and reluctance. However, he knew that defying the enormous giant would be incredibly dangerous, and he decided to comply with Brent’s command for his own survival.
Slowly and carefully, the cheetah began to bend and stretch his body, using the limited space within Brent’s massive hand to showcase his impressive agility and grace. His muscles rippled and tensed beneath his fur, each movement precise and controlled despite the cramped conditions.

Brent watched with rapt attention, his eyes glued to the sight before him. The cheetah was truly a magnificent creature, and the pleasure he felt at watching him perform was almost overwhelming.

With one powerful flex of his fingers, Brent closed his hand tightly around the cheetah, admiring the way he struggled fruitlessly against his grasp.

“You’re quite impressive, little one,” Brent rumbled, his voice laced with amusement and admiration. “But remember, you’re still completely at my mercy.”

The cheetah tensed at the reminder, his heart pounding in his chest as he wondered what Brent had in store for him next.

But despite his fear and uncertainty, there was a small part of him that found the giant’s attention and fascination oddly flattering. Perhaps with time, he could use that to his advantage – if he could only find a way to escape his inescapable prison and turn the tide against the monstrous titan.

For now, however, he remained trapped, at the mercy of the colossal creature whose desires and whims now ruled this world.
Brent held the tiny cheetah close, his massive body quivering with excitement as he examined the frightened creature. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of possessiveness over the small feline, as if he were a coveted treasure that only he could possess. His attention was entirely focused on the cheetah and aroused by the thin and muscular form of the cheetah he decided to test his suppleness. Taking one of his ankle between the huge thumb and forefinger of each of his hands he started to make him do the split delicately but steadily. The eyes of the giant glowed with arousal and wonderment at the sight of the perfect predatory body of the way smaller and more diminutive feline he had under his total domination.
As the cheetah’s supple legs were slowly pushed apart by the giant fingers, he couldn’t deny the pain that coursed through his body. The split was forced and not done by choice, making the situation all the more uncomfortable. Despite this pain, however, the cheetah gritted his teeth and endured, knowing that if he resisted or cried out, the consequences would likely be much worse.

Brent continued to watch, captivated by the display of the cheetah’s incredible flexibility and resilience. As he gently forced the cheetah into a full split, he quietly admired his own strength and control - never once snapping a bone or causing permanent injury to the tiny creature he held so dearly.

“A truly amazing display, little one,” Brent praised, his voice low and hypnotic. “It is a privilege to witness such grace and beauty up close, even as you suffer for my entertainment.”

The cheetah knew he had no choice but to accept Brent’s praise and continue enduring the painful stretch. He couldn’t show any sign of weakness or defiance, for he knew that Brent would not hesitate to take advantage of such an opportunity.

In a strange way, the cheetah’s determination and resilience only seemed to endear him more to the giant being. Brent couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at having claimed such a unique and fascinating creature as his captive.

As Brent finally released the cheetah from his forced split, he considered the future they would share together. Would this small, proud creature eventually bend to his will and become his loyal servant? Or would his relentless spirit somehow lead him to escape the grasp of the towering titan?

Only time would tell. But as Brent gazed down at the trembling cheetah, cradled safely within his massive hand, he felt a surge of excitement at the unknown possibilities that lay ahead.
Then, Brent firmly held the cheetah between his fingers the way to have his legs immobilized and the soles of both his feet exposed. He approached his tiny captive from his mouth and carefully blown some air on his tiny feet.
He kept on several seconds before moving the cheetah back. And using the enormous tip of his forefinger, he meticulously began to brush the exposed soles and the underside of the diminutive feline toes, tickling them. The eyes of the giant was glistening with amazement at the sight of his slim and muscular body wiggling under his fingers.
The cheetah, held firmly by his legs and completely exposed to Brent’s relentless teasing, couldn’t help but squirm under the giant’s touch. As Brent’s fingertip grazed the tender soles of his feet and delicately brushed against his tiny toes, the sensation was almost unbearable, causing the cheetah to tremble and shudder involuntarily.

Brent, entranced by the vulnerable creature’s reactions, reveled in his power to evoke such frenzied movement and laughter from his captive. He continued his tickling, delighting in the helpless laughter that escaped the cheetah’s lips as his body twitched and writhed in torment.

“My, you truly are sensitive, aren’t you?” Brent taunted, his voice deep and rumbling as he appreciated the delightful spectacle before him. “That makes it all the more fun for me, of course.”

The cheetah, breathless and tearful from his ticklish ordeal, could only whimper helplessly in response. He was powerless to resist the sensations that the massive being inflicted upon him, at once excruciating and strangely intimate. But deep within him, the cheetah clung to the hope that somehow, he would find a way to overcome Brent’s control and regain his freedom.

For now, however, he remained firmly within Brent’s grasp, his laughter and pain providing amusement and satisfaction for the imposing titan that ruled this world. The cruel tickling continued, and with each passing moment, the cheetah could feel himself slipping further under the spell of his enormous captor, the despair washing over him like waves against the shore.