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The floor stomped and shook with every thud of his feet. It was morning, and it could only mean one thing; he was awake. The lumbering giant that so callously controlled their lives and he didn't even know it. They never knew where he came from or why he was here, but every day, more and more of their population either disappeared due to the titan or attempted to find a place of safety. The hardwood floor continued shaking, people fleeing in every direction. It was useless anyways. No matter where they went, no matter where they hid, he'd always find them. One assumed it was due to the large ears the creature sported but their evidence never came to fruit. Going anywhere near him was like signing a death warrant.

He was awake.

Hidden near a cluster of scattered books, each one well twice his own size, he watched the humongous creature rise from his bed. The marsupial let out a large yawn, scratching his face, ears rising up to attention. He was covered in what used to be their land, the blue and brown continents stitched together to resemble a blanket now used to keep their tormenter warm. The kangaroo shook his head, groggy eyes scanning around the area. His instincts told him to leave, to get away as far as possible. And yet he stayed, somehow curious about the beast's routine since he'd never been this close before. A furred, muscled arm clad with a handcuff reached around, fetching a pair of glasses which were soon perched on his nose. Most of his attention was on the steel cuffs, the chains dangling slightly. He didn't know where one could acquire such large things. There'd been a rumor going around that he was an escaped convict of some sort, but the idea of a prison keeping such an insensitive and horrific monster back was nothing short of impossible.

His eyes were soon bright and attentive, looking around the somewhat messy room. With another loud yawn, the yellow furred beast seemed to have his attention toward something else. From afar, he couldn't tell what it was, but the fact that the beast was glancing around before slowly slipping a hand under his sheets gave him an idea. There was a rather prominent tent sticking out from under the blankets, the macro marsupial rumbling lowly in delight before he shifted into another yawn. He rose his feet, the black pawpads in plain view before they stomped onto the floor with an earth shaking thud. He'd heard many a story about those feet, about how they could cover miles upon miles in a single leap, the black pads underneath an impenetrable defense against anything they tried to cut it on. The strength they possessed was almost inhumane as well to the point they were labeled a "do not approach" zone among the community. His mind ceased wandering as the creature rumbled.

"Oh, how I'd love to deal with you, but you were just annoying last night..." the massive male chuckled to himself. He flung the sheets over to his bed, the bobbing, turgid length propped against his chiseled torso. The small creature poked his head from the safety of the books, observing the male's selfish pumping and poking of his cock. It loomed over them almost constantly whether it was hidden in the confines of his shorts or hanging out obscenely. Either way, some had gotten used to this casual display of manhood right down to the fuzzy orbs that hung beneath. As he snickered and ceased his poking, he stretched his limbs, the thick member slapping against his chest.

To the eyes of someone that had to scan around for a majority of their lives, everything was incredibly visible for what seemed to be miles away. Still crouching near the books on the floor, something caught his attention on the hide of the creature and the hyper phallic length. Something, or rather a poor soul had fallen out of the yellow fur of his chin, presumably hanging there for dear life. He watched him hit the beast's pronounced chest and bounce off, the looming black pillar in view. While it would have been viewed as a place of cling on with nothing else in the vicinity, the only thing it represented was a place of horror as he watched the poor guy fall straight on top of the length and the small hole that drooled and spurted constantly when the beast was aroused.

Despite such a minor creature being fed into the beast, he seemed to squirm and groan a bit at the reaction. The stories about people falling in and providing some sort of stimuli for the marsupial seemed to be true. He shuddered, hiding behind the book and gently clapping his hands and muttering a small prayer. He turned back, the kangaroo's bright green and yellow eyes darting around as he looked back at his throbbing shaft.

"Okay...weird. Let's deal with you in another way and hope whatever that was doesn't happen. Even if it did feel kind of good."

His heart began to beat rapidly. He was going to get up. The possible scenarios flooded his head as he crouched and curled behind the spine of the book in some hope he wouldn't be discovered. The thought of moving wouldn't have garnered much success. The only thing near him that could have provided cover was some clothing, but that would have been just as dangerous if he bothered picking them up. The room was always a perpetual mess, but the factor of deciding to clean it up hovered over him too. Two large thuds shook the floor, the god-like marsupial being stretching his bulging limbs. He could hear the chains dangling in the distance, the small creature poking his head over the side of the book once more.

As he observed the lower area of the beast, he blinked rapidly as he began to scale the thick surface like a wall. With a better view from up top, he noted a few things that went horribly wrong. For starters, he could spot a small cluster of people still near the beast as he shifted around. They were located right between his feet, the monster between his legs looming above. He let out a grunt as he began to descend down. Did he spot them!? The worry seemed to disappear as the massive kangaroo slapped his hands onto the ground nowhere near them and positioned to do a push-up. The male lifted himself up and down slowly, the enormous length bobbing up and down alongside as it occasionally slapped his torso. He counted the reps, quickly reaching the double digits. He watched from afar as the people under him began to flee in different directions, but it was futile. Within a few minutes time, the kangaroo's length had retreated, leaving his enormous body to graze the ground with each slow rep. The vast valley and curves of his fuzzy pectorals were nothing short of a prison as he watched more and people disappear without making it out.

The creature soon stopped around the triple digits, lifting himself back up, flexing and pumping his arms and chest in some sort of narcissist approval. The bulging mounds tensed and pushed against his seemingly plush fur as he continued his flexing. With the curves and mountains of muscle tensing and relaxing in an untold pattern, the ones clutched to the surface of his pectorals were bound to have a difficult time dealing with the undulating of his titanic body. After his warm up was over, the beast began to walk toward his direction! He couldn't have been spotted, he was much too small! And yet he saw him lumbering toward him with every enormous foot step. A large hand loomed overhead, the marsupial grabbing the book and blinking at it. He clung to the spine of the book as much as he could, turning around to view the kangaroo's body underneath him. With the book in such close proximity, he had only one other choice left.

He jumped.

There was no way he could have held onto the book long enough for him to put it back, and the possibility of being seen and succumbing to the whims of the monster was far greater than simply hiding on his immense being. He didn't know how long or high the jump was, as long as he was safe. The yellow fur provided enough of a plush surface for him to fall on, the kangaroo putting the book back on his shelf, wondering how it exactly got there. He glanced at the title and chuckled stupidly, staring back at his flaccid member, adjusting it with a hand.

"Ah yeah, now I remember." He rolled his eyes. Okay , before getting breakfast, he had to get some clothes on. By clothes, that meant some underwear. The surface of the kangaroo's body bulged and twitched with every movement of his arms, the creature bouncing around and attempting to cling to the fur as much as he could. The beast's hide was incredibly warm, the surface of his pectorals dense and angled enough to walk on like two vast hills with an expanse between them. From the viewpoint, he could see the entire room to some extent from top to bottom. The huffs and sniffs of the kangaroo's nose overhead, he looked downward as the god-like being had found a pair of underwear. The design of it mimicked the blankets, various continents etched and scattered across a sea of blue. As he looked downward, hill after hill of bumpy muscle that served as his abdomen was visible, as well as various others that were clinging onto him for dear life.

With a flex and stretch of his stomach, the kangaroo leaned down to pick up the underwear over each leg. He let out a feeble yelp as he clung to the pectoral muscle with every flex and flare, the surface incredibly erratic to hold onto. While it was silly, he had one chance to survive. He had to find a safe space between the two hills of muscle. As he tried to scale across the surface of his chest, the humongous being already had both legs through his briefs and began to slip them on. The smallest flex of his abs caused the people clinging to fall, grabbing at nothing as their fate was sealed; sealed right against the massive black member and confined into his briefs.

Unknown to the fate of those seen before, he continued scaling across as slowly as possible, the surface returning to a climbable state. He didn't know how long it took for him to arrive at the valley, but he made it. The casual stomps and thuds of the male's feet made it a trial, but he was mostly successful. He looked down, the environment of the apartment passing him by before the marsupial had sat himself near a small table from what he could see. Something seemed to be in front of him, a large black portable screen that flashed on. He turned away, attempting to nestle himself into the valley of the kangaroo's hefty pecs. He was treated to the view of the massive beast's face crowning out of the expanse of the enormous mounds as he chomped and chewed on something. A large hand grabbed what seemed to be bits and chunks of cereal, completely forgoing the milk. He stared above, watching the male eat and eat as if he was in some sort of a trance. The view was amazing, yet completely horrifying as he noticed something off about his meal.

The tiny screams had somehow reached his ears, the lone one lodged within his chest looking up and spying things such as flailing bodies being launched into the air and falling into the marsupial's hungry maw. He licked his lips eagerly, finishing off the cereal and anyone else that had happened to be in the possible box. He'd known of some inhabitants that bothered to invade the titan's food for nourishment, but the ones that never managed to make it out, he never heard from them again. Now he knew where they were going, into the belly of the one who held and played with their lives so effortlessly.

And to think, this was just his morning routine. He shuddered to think what else he was capable of doing if he was conscious of them.