Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. He'd never seen another boy naked in person before, much less in the whopping dimensions Sam now occupied. He gazed at the two giant feet. His neck arched as his eyes climbed two long legs, a light brown crown of pubes, and a mountainous set of abs, to the blond giant's wide grin.
"Hey." Sam nodded courtly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Saw ya nearly fall under one of Finn's big clodhoppers before. Thought I'd come and make sure you had everything under control." The joke was almost subtle enough to miss, but it made Kurt fume.
"No, things are not under CONTROL, Sam." The doll-sized teen cupped his miniature package with one hand and splayed the other over his bare little butt cheeks. "Something's wrong, and it isn't the disgraceful lack of manscaping on these ogres -- I swear, you could knit a sweater out of Karofsky's chest hair! I'm currently eye level with your ankles, if you haven't noticed, and I'd sure appreciate a little help."
Sam swung a leg slowly towards Kurt, causing something to swing like an old church bell between his thighs. "Well that's not true. You're atleast boot height." Kurt's eyes darted nervously around, trying to avoid the dangling spectacle literally overshadowing him. "Look, little guy, of course something's gone wrong and of course I'm gonna get you some help. But what's the hurry? You're unharmed -- Thanks to me -- and in perfectly reliable hands." Sam presented his giant hands, then continued. "I'll get you out of here, but first things first."
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