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Passage to Giantland -- Chapter 9: The Long-Awaited Bicep Crusher

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I assumed it had to be night time when the giants came down the stairs again, because no sunlight shone in through the doorway. Hank, Carlos, and Rex all came clamoring down the stairs, wearing no clothing as usual. Despite how cruel and murderous they had been with my other littles, I had to take a moment to appreciate all of their physiques. I wasn’t sure if it was a universal thing in this Giantland, but so far all of the giants I’d seen had been in great shape. My eyes followed down Carlos’s washboard abs to his huge dangling cock, which I could see was slowly starting to swell and rise into an erection. Rex had a great chest and biceps, and Hank, the most muscular out of the three, literally had the biggest quads I’d ever seen, probably at least twenty-two feet around.

“It’s time-time-time-time,” said Carlos, cupping his hands around his mouth and imitating the echo of a sporting event, “for-for-for ... THE BICEP CRUSHER CRUSHER CRUSHER.” Rex and Hank let out a loud cheer, clapping their giant hands loudly.

“I hope you little runts are ready,” said Hank, stepping forward and pressing his huge cock against our prison bars.

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