I don't remember how I became the giant I am now. I have a vague memory of being a little man...but now it is just bits and pieces of a life I would never go back to. I love being huge...a little easily fits in my fist. I love the power and the strength. Sometimes I run my hands over my body to feel the power under my skin.
I guess I am the cliche of a backwoods man. Thick beard, hairy body, thick body. I live in the mountains. I hunt the way any little would, though my catch is considerably larger than theirs. At my size, there is no point in trying to wear clothes...not a chance. Doesn't matter though. My body is too thick for winter cold to enter. Plus, because a giant like me doesn't need to be humble, my cock is something to behold. Nicely shaped, thick as a tree trunk. I am proud to have it swing between my big thighs.
I guess I am the cliche of a backwoods man. Thick beard, hairy body, thick body. I live in the mountains. I hunt the way any little would, though my catch is considerably larger than theirs. At my size, there is no point in trying to wear clothes...not a chance. Doesn't matter though. My body is too thick for winter cold to enter. Plus, because a giant like me doesn't need to be humble, my cock is something to behold. Nicely shaped, thick as a tree trunk. I am proud to have it swing between my big thighs.