Dylan crouched in the towel’s shadow, the locker room’s chaotic pulse thrumming through him. A low rumble from the toilets—a flush followed by a crude laugh and the unmistakable blast of a fart—snagged his attention. His fear spiked, but curiosity burned brighter, a warm thrill coiling in his chest. “What’s going on over there?” he whispered, his voice eager. “Gotta check it out. This place is too wild to skip anything.”
He bolted across the tile, his tiny legs pumping as he dodged massive feet and stray towels. “Don’t get stepped on, Dylan, keep moving,” he muttered, the floor quaking under the giants’ steps. The air grew heavier as he neared the toilet stalls, the mix of musk, soap, and something earthier hitting him hard. He didn’t flinch, his fascination outweighing any discomfort. “Smells like a giant’s domain,” he said, a grin flickering. “Let’s see what’s up.”
Slipping under a stall door, he found himself in a cramped, tiled space, the toilet looming like a porcelain throne. A giant’s boots were visible, shifting slightly, and another low chuckle echoed, followed by a softer fart. Dylan’s heart raced, but he wasn’t repulsed—only intrigued, drawn to the raw, unfiltered intimacy of the moment. “This is nuts,” he whispered, his voice hushed with awe. “I’m in a giant’s toilet stall, and it’s… kinda awesome.”
He lingered, crouching in the shadow of the toilet’s base, his eyes darting between the giant’s boots and the sounds above. “Just for a minute,” he muttered, his cheeks warm with a secret thrill. “Gotta know more about this place. It’s scary, but… man, it’s alive.” He stayed put, soaking in the strange, intoxicating reality of the giants’ world, ready to bolt but too captivated to move just yet.