Sheills was a godlike entity in the college even before your accident, but now he transcended even that lofty status. He was around 40, you guessed, and amazing to look at with a nice beard and hairy arms. Dark chest hairs peaked out over his rugby top. You stood on his powerful thigh and stared up at him, transfixed, not sure what to do next but sure you didn't want to look away.
Then he stared down at you. He looked directly at you. There was no mistaking it. He had spotted you! You had no idea how, at this size, he'd been able to detect you, but he had. His eyes were wide, searching, and you felt his body tense up beneath you as if scared of ruining this opportunity. You were terrified - yes, you'd wanted attention, but to see this huge, buff, beyond-godlike PE teacher staring down at you made your blood run cold. Never before in your 18 years had you felt such complete, petrifying terror.
"Ugh," he growled in his deep, masculine voice. That wasn't good. He thought you were a bug! You moved quickly, sprinting off to your left, diving off the thigh as Sheills' huge, meaty hand smacked the piece of thigh you were just on. Somehow you were still alive... but where did you land?
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