You were in the ruins of a once-bustling city became your sanctuary. You weren’t a hero but a survivor, definitely. You had been lying low in this forgotten metropolis for weeks, comfortably hidden in one of the taller buildings that remained standing. It had no functioning civilization, no patrols, no tech grids. Just ruins, wind, and silence. Or so you thought.

The morning started like any other. You checked your supply stash—half-eaten rations and salvaged tech. You heated some food, letting your mind wander. But then… you felt it.

A tremor.

Then another.

The floor rumbled beneath your feet as dust drifted from the ceiling. You froze, holding your breath. Then—THUMP—a colossal sound shook the building. Something massive had landed nearby. You rushed up to the rooftop, instincts kicking in, eyes scanning the horizon—

And what you saw nearly made you fall backward.

Four giants, easily over 1000 feet tall, stood among the ruins like gods among ants. Their bodies were impossibly muscular, buffed out with dense mass and barely-clothed skin. Their butts alone could flatten buildings, and their bulges—massive mounds bigger than trucks—swung heavily as they moved. These weren’t mindless titans. No. They were professionals. Agents. The most elite in the world.

But they were here to rescue you.

Riki, the leader, stood above the rest. With a shock of golden-yellow hair, pale skin, and an intense glare, he exuded command. His arms were crossed, his massive pecs flexing with every breath as he looked down at the area. Calm but stern, he was perched just above your building—his meaty bulge casting a shadow over your rooftop like a low-hanging sun.

Daiki, the calm and calculated one, had rich golden hair and an orange tan. His gaze was cool, analyzing the buildings as he delicately peeled one open to look inside, his fingers as thick as tree trunks. His lips curled into a small smirk as—

CRASH!

Daigo, the loud one with a tight black buzzcut, had turned too fast. His enormous bulge, thick and heavy like a wrecking ball, knocked out an entire row of buildings without effort. "Oops!" he shouted in a booming voice, laughing. "My bad!"

Daiki chuckled. “Guess the street wasn’t structurally sound.”

Off to the side, Haruto, the chill one with spiky black hair and a white-tan complexion, looked bored. “I’m tired,” he muttered before sitting down directly on a plaza, flattening a city block beneath his muscled glutes with a heavy BOOM. You swore the air around you rippled from the impact.

You ducked instinctively—only to realize Riki had shifted, his thick thighs now bracketing your building as his enormous crotch hovered directly above. You were right under him. His voice thundered across the city.

“We’re not here to arrest you. We here to help you. No one has to get hurt. Just show your face!”

He couldn’t see you. So now, heart racing, with the shadow of a giant bulge looming above you, the question burned in your chest:

Will you get help… or run?