'Twas the Night Before Giant Muscle Mass

'Twas the Night of Giant Muscle Mass 


Twas the night before Christmas, and throughout the grand hall,
Not a creature was stirring, save one towering and tall.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But their size seemed to shrink as magic danced in the air.

The men lay asleep, snug in their beds,
Unaware of the fantasies brewing in their heads.
With visions of giants, muscles flexed tight,
And leather-clad figures in the dim moonlight.

When out on the lawn there arose such a sound,
I shrank to my knees as the earth seemed to pound.
Away to the window, I scurried so small,
To gaze at the giants who now stood so tall.

The moon on the pecs of their bulging great chests,
Showed a dominance few would dare to contest.
When what to my awestruck eyes should appear,
But a leather-clad colossus, his smirk full of cheer.

With a booming deep voice and a twinkle of might,
He flexed his great biceps, a mesmerizing sight.
“Now tiny, now puny, now minuscule men!”
He chuckled and grinned as he towered again.

“To the soles of my boots, you’ll crawl and adore,
Let me show you the power that you’ve begged me for!”
So down to the ground, the tiny ones crept,
While the giants above them casually stepped.

The air filled with the scent of polished black leather,
And the weight of their presence bound all together.
Their feet, so immense, cast shadows profound,
While tiny men worshipped, their hearts tightly bound.

And then, in a flash, I heard on the roof,
A rumble, a growl, a thunderous hoof.
As I shrank even smaller, my pulse quick and fast,
Down swooped a giant, his power so vast.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet,
With muscles so carved, they seemed forged in heat.
His eyes, they glimmered with a hunger unspoken,
And his grin revealed promises yet to be broken.

He scooped me up with fingers so wide,
His voice a command I could not override.
“You’re mine now, little one, so small and so sweet,”
He laughed, as I squirmed in his grasp, incomplete.

His chest was a mountain, his arms, endless chains,
And I felt every pulse of his massive, thick veins.
As he loomed ever closer, his maw opened wide,
And I knew I’d be swallowed, consumed with pride.

But just as his lips were about to close tight,
He paused, letting me tremble in the moonlight.
"Not yet, my small treasure, I’ll savor your fear,
For now, worship the might of the giants you revere."

And so, the night passed in power and play,
As tiny and giant danced ‘til the day.
The leather-clad colossus, the muscle-bound king,
Left dreams of submission, a new Christmas fling.

So remember this tale, as strange as it seems,
That Christmas holds more than just sugarplum dreams.
For some, it’s a night of giants and thrills,
Where size shifts like magic, bending all wills.