You look out the hole in your wall and see the largest man you have ever seen in your life. You do some quick math as you stand in awe - you live on the seventh floor, but the building is 11 stories... roughly 13 feet a story... this guy was just under 150 feet tall. He was also massive. His belly was the size of a mountain, covered in thick, dark hair. He had a huge black beard that lay upon his chest, and a shaved head. He was wearing a pair of mesh shorts, and nothing else. Realizing you immanent fate, you decided to try to figure out what was going on.
"Hey, big guy!" you yelled, "how'd you get so huge?"
The giant lumbered over towards you, his massive belly eye-level, and looked down.
"I was sitting at home, wishing I was this big... and then, all of a sudden, I was. Sorry about punching the hole in your building, but I got pissed."
"You got pissed you grew? I thought you wanted to be this big?"
"No, I got pissed because I have two packs of marlboros in my pocket, and not a lighter. I'd love to have a smoke."
You were perplexed. While the giants had simply been ravaging the city, this guy was not attempting to eat you or destroy you - of course he had punched a hole in your building. While smoking was something you hated, you thought you might be able to help the giant, and keep yourself safe.
"Well, I have a lighter I keep here for emergencies," you offered.
The giant chuckled. "That's a nice offer, kid, but my marlboro is bigger than you."
"Well, I thought about that," you said, grabbing the lighter. "You willed yourself to be this big, so maybe you can make the lighter big as well."
"Huh," the giant replied. "it is worth a try."
Without warning, the giant wrapped his giant hand around and pulled you out of the building. He opened his hand, and you sat the lighter in his palm. The giant looked down at the lighter, and like that the lighter grew to giant size. The giant laughed out loud, and you could see his enormous belly jiggle. The lighter was just bigger than you, so you realized to him you were probably about three inches tall.
The giant used his other hand to fish a marlboro out of his pocket, and placed it between his lips. His enormous hand then picked up the lighter, just mere inches from your body. The giant lit the cigarette, and placed his newly acquired lighter into his pocket. A smile crossed his face as the cigarette dangled from his lips. He took a massive drag, and then brought you close to his face. Removing the cigarette, he blew a torrent of warm, acrid smoke across your body.
"Thanks, tiny," the giant said. "When I first saw you, I wanted nothing more than to do that. I have both a giant and smoking fetish. So now you can understand why I was so mad I punched a hole in your building, hahaha."
You were mortified. You realized you were now a giant's smoke slave... and, being as this was his ultimate fetish, your stomach shrank when you thought about the only place this could lead...
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