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Rated: GC · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #2338777

After passing out, you wake up in a giant dorm.

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Chapter #3

Marcus is going to class

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Dylan clung to the rough denim of Marcus’s jeans, his tiny body flailing like a leaf in a storm with each oblivious step. “Oh, crap, oh, crap!” he squeaked, his voice swallowed by the thunder of Marcus’s stride. The dorm hallway blurred—lockers, posters, worn tiles—into a dizzying streak as James’s footsteps faded in the distance. At the size of a grain of rice, Dylan was a prisoner on this new giant’s body, his adventure veering into sheer terror.

“Stay calm, Dylan,” he muttered, heart hammering. “Just… don’t let go.” But the world was chaos. Marcus’s ankle swung like a wrecking ball, and Dylan’s grip burned. He squinted upward, wind stinging his eyes. Marcus was moving fast, his massive sneakers pounding toward a destination.

A sharp ding jolted Dylan’s focus. Marcus had stopped at an elevator, jabbing the downward button. “Elevator? Are you kidding me?” Dylan groaned. “This guy’s gonna flatten me and not even notice!” The doors slid open, and Marcus stepped inside, the elevator’s lurch flipping Dylan’s stomach. “Easy, big guy!” he yelped, clutching a denim thread as the cabin hummed downward.

The doors parted, and Marcus strode through the dorm’s front entrance, morning air hitting Dylan like a slap. The street was a giant’s domain—sidewalks like chasms, students towering like skyscrapers. Marcus hurried toward a bus stop, each step jarring Dylan. “A bus? Oh, come on!” Dylan whined. “This is way too much!”

Marcus boarded a packed bus, its engine’s rumble shaking Dylan’s bones. He dangled precariously as Marcus sat, the jeans shifting and nearly tossing him loose. “Don’t move, don’t move!” Dylan hissed, wrapping himself around a thread. Through a denim gap, he glimpsed the world whipping by—buildings, cars, giants. “I’m on a freakin’ road trip,” he whispered, awestruck.

Minutes later, Marcus stepped off, his sneakers slamming the pavement with a quake that rattled Dylan’s teeth. The giant marched down a busy campus street, lecture halls looming like cliffs. Dylan’s eyes widened. “This place is massive… and I’m basically dust!” Marcus entered a brick building, pushing through heavy doors into a classroom.

The room was a titan’s arena. Students, from tall to colossal, filled the space, their voices a deep rumble. At the front stood the teacher, a towering man with a commanding presence. He was tall—easily over eight feet—with a buff but balanced physique: broad shoulders, defined arms and pecs that strained his button-up shirt, and strong legs filling out his slacks. His frame was athletic, not cartoonishly extreme, but undeniably powerful. As Marcus walked in, his shy gaze flicked toward the teacher, catching the man turning to write on the board. Marcus’s eyes widened slightly, noting the teacher’s unexpectedly plump ass, snugly outlined by his fitted pants. He quickly looked away, cheeks flushing, and shuffled toward the back.

Dylan, still clinging to Marcus’s jeans, gaped at the classroom. “This place is a freakin’ giant city!” he breathed. The teacher’s booming voice filled the room as he scribbled equations on a whiteboard the size of a movie screen. Students shifted, their movements like earthquakes.

Marcus, shoulders hunched and eyes down, slipped into a desk at the back, his shy nature keeping him out of the spotlight. The sudden motion jolted Dylan. “No, no, no!” he squeaked as the denim shifted, his grip slipping. He tumbled, landing with a faint thud on the gritty floor beneath the desk.

Dylan lay there, catching his breath. Marcus’s sneaker, a rubber-and-canvas mountain, loomed inches away. Above, the classroom pulsed with giant life—pencils scratching, bags rustling, voices thundering. Dylan sat up, dusting off his tiny jacket. “Okay, that was awful,” he muttered. “But… I’m off the ride.”

A reckless grin spread across his face. The classroom was a vast frontier—desks like mesas, backpacks like hills, and giants everywhere, clueless to his existence. “Alright,” he said, eyes glinting. “Time to explore this giant class. Let’s see what’s out there.”
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