You lost a bet with your friends, and the dare was simple—yet terrifying: cross over to the other side of the dam. It was a well-known fishing spot, usually calm and quiet, but lately, rumors swirled that a giant had claimed it for himself on certain days. Of course, it had to be that day. Still, you were committed. You and your friends made your way to the dam the next morning, their teasing behind you as you climbed the rocky edge of the mountain path alone. As you reached a higher ledge, you froze in awe. Carved deep into the slope was a massive butt print, shaped perfectly into the rock. Before you could even process it, you heard heavy thumps approaching, rhythmic and deep. The ground trembled beneath your feet.

Then he appeared. A towering figure with a semi-thick beard, a relaxed expression, and a warm aura. He wore a white cap and a stretched one-piece singlet that clung to his broad chest and humongous, round glutes. Without noticing you, he turned, letting himself drop into the very butt-shaped dip in the mountain—his weight deepening it with a soft quake that nearly knocked you over.

Settling in, the giant pulled out a sleek fishing rod, casually casting it into the waters far below. From his bag, he pulled out a small Celsius can, touched it, and watched it grow to giant size. He popped it open and took a long sip, sighing in contentment.

Curiosity overtook fear as you grabbed onto the thick thigh hairs of the giant and began climbing his massive, muscular leg. His skin was warm under the sun, the ascent hard due to his size. When you finally reached the top and stood on his thigh, he noticed. His brow arched as he turned, gently plucking you up between two fingers and raising you to his face. He pulled off his glasses, smiling warmly with a playful glint in his eye.

"And who do we got here?" he rumbled in a deep, amused voice. "A little human, huh? What’s your name?"