After hours of sweating in his new soft house, Jackob finally gave in.
He turned back to his human form.
"Back to the origin is virtue," he mumbled to himself, stretching his limbs like a cat waking from a nap.
For the first time in his life, Jackob felt like he was on a vacation.
Warmth. Softness. Peace.
No screaming. No chains. No pickaxes. No bugs barking orders.
Just... peace.
But paradise never lasts long.
The goddess stirred.
Liz, the red-haired giant, slowly opened her eyes, then yawned like a lioness. She stretched with the grace of a dancer and began mumbling to herself as she looked around.
"Did he vanish? Or did I step on him without noticing?"
Her voice was soft, curious, confused.
"Impossible... is he a ghost?"
Meanwhile, Jackob was inside her bra — curled in a hole he had dug with his sword — peeking.
The moment he saw her begin to undress, his eyes widened.
No— they nearly popped out of his skull.
The goddess's figure was... divine.
Muscles shaped like a statue carved by some holy hand.
Her body was flawless — elegant and powerful.
A masterpiece.
"I'm seventeen. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!"
He imagined scenes. Perverted ones.
He didn't know if he grew larger or if she grew smaller in his imagination.
Either way, the forbidden thoughts were flowing fast.
But his fantasies were interrupted.
A giant hand reached toward him.
He panicked and curled back into his hiding spot like a cowardly chicken, acting as if he hadn't just been imagining doing... unholy things.
Liz slipped on her robe.
Jackob felt the warmth of her body again.
Her chest... pressed gently against him.
"Soft. Warm. Smells like heaven. I could die like this..."
Her robe was made of some kind of divine silk — smooth as liquid light.
Jackob felt like he was being hugged by clouds and perfume.
And then...
She left the room.
As Jackob laid hidden, still buried, a terrible thought entered his mind:
What if I killed her... and shapeshifted into her?
I'd be a GIANT!
Then, just as fast — terror.
Wait... I'd look like her. That means... if a male giant sees me like that...
OH HELL NO.
He imagined a giant sword — not the metal kind.
If that bald guy tries to "mate" with me—
I'LL F**KING KILL HIM!
Rage.
Possession.
Delusion.
NO ONE TOUCHES MY WIFE!
Yes.
Jackob was a lost cause.
If any psychologist were to examine him, they'd declare him permanently broken.
Maybe he hit his head as a baby. Maybe he never had a mother. Maybe both.
But he was smiling now.
From his hiding place, he overheard a conversation between the giants.
He finally caught their names.
The bald one was Zake. The serious one was Fin. The one with the robe was Robe (creative, he thought).
And her...
Liz.
"Thumbs up to my wife Liz, and bless her parents for birthing this divine creature."
He made a hand sign.
Thumbs up.
Yes.
He was insane.
Days passed.
Liz came and went.
She read books. Ate snacks. Took naps.
On the third day... Jackob broke.
He was starving.
"I'm gonna chew through this damn bra..."
She entered the room that night carrying a massive box of snacks. She giggled while reading, munching as she turned pages. Then, like always, she fell asleep.
Opportunity.
Jackob crawled through his secret hole.
"Freedom!"
He extended his limbs and started running.
Jumping.
Dashing.
The mountain of snacks looked like the alps. Giant. Terrifying. Glorious.
The bugs underground could eat for a decade on what she called a "light meal."
Jackob jumped into a pile of roasted meat and started chewing.
"By the gods this is good..."
Then he had a thought.
He shapeshifted.
Into Kolgar — the fatty, tanky Yellow Bug boss.
With a bigger stomach.
He ate like a beast.
Chewing. Gorging. Stuffing himself until his belly was swollen.
So focused... he didn't notice the snoring had stopped.
Until he heard it.
"Well, well... here's the missing pig."