The hotel suite was still humming with the quiet chaos of your family settling in. Luggage half-unzipped, clothes spilling out in different corners of the room. After a long flight and a barely-functioning A/C bus ride to the resort, all anyone wanted was a nap—or to just melt into the sheets and forget time existed.

Your brother yawned, already curling up on the bed with his face buried in a pillow. “Can’t wait to try the sauna…” he mumbled, before knocking out completely.

You sat at the edge of the bed, still buzzing from the travel. You weren’t tired—not yet. The silence was oddly suffocating. So, with nothing to do and curiosity kicking in, you grabbed the folded white bathrobe from the dresser, slid your phone into your pocket, and slipped out of the room without a sound.

The hallway outside was quiet, lined with soft gold lights and thick carpet that muted every step. The elevator was waiting, its metallic doors sliding open with a light ding. You stepped in, hit the button for the spa level, and leaned against the cool wall, watching the floor numbers blink downward.

Ding. The doors opened.

Without thinking, you stepped out and glanced at your phone—texts, a few updates, nothing important. You turned the corner, eyes still glued to the screen, following the hallway signs toward the sauna area.

Then—

Poomph.

You walked straight into something warm, soft, and unmoving, like a wall made of memory foam and muscle.

Startled, you took a step back, and your phone nearly slipped from your hands.

Standing in front of you was... a kid?

No—a giant.

A boy, but he towered above you at over ten feet tall. He was wrapped in a white bathrobe that looked it was giving up, stretched tightly over his massive chest and thick belly. His stomach was round but solid, like it had muscle underneath the softness, and it pushed outward gently from under the robe. His legs were thick, calves like tree trunks and his moobs were big—so big they covered part of his face as he looked down at you, stunned.

He blinked, his face going red as he realized what happened. His cheeks puffed up slightly in embarrassment. He tugged at his robe quickly, trying to cover himself more tightly.

“Oh my god—I’m sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!!”

His accent was thick, his voice a little high and panicked as he backed up a step, still towering even as he hunched apologetically.

You finally found your voice, blinking up at him, heart still racing from the unexpected impact. What will you say?