Sam felt Zeke's gigantic fingers wrapped tightly around his chiseled abs. He struggled against the titan's hand as hard as he could, his powerful arms, chest and back straining against Zeke's grip, but to no avail. He was simply just too small to have any effect, he was completely helpless. Now trapped in the hand of a guy he'd TOWERED over just a few hours before, this had to be some sort of nightmare. Sam was about to cry out, but Zeke brought one humongous finger to his lips.
"Shhh...I'm not gonna hurt you, Sam." Zeke whispered. His giant voice made Sam's little bones vibrate. Zeke, looked both worried and vindicated at the same time. "What happened Sam?" He didn't seem at all intimidated by Sam's presence now, granted that he was now about seven times the former 6'6" brute's size.
A little relieved by Zeke's promise not to harm him, he looked his behemoth of a housemate over. Zeke was naked to the waist, showing huge slabs of powerful muscle. His pecs seemed to be what he worked on most at the gym, Sam remembered; And man did it show, they bulged outward from his chest, with only a little sliver of space between the mountains of his concentrated effort, and testosterone. Sam's vision trailed down to Zeke's six-pack abs, he felt a little inferior now that Zeke could hold him in his hand.
Sam was snapped from his inspection of the now, titanic Zeke when he and the giant heard Greg stirring.
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