Dex Save

Your Adventuring Party ducks behind a tree as the unmistakable sound of thunderous footsteps approach. The telltale signs of a giant, native to the Archtree Forests. You peek your head out to see a gargantuan warrior standing tall, his unkempt hair casting a shadow upon you, though your eyes are taken elsewhere.

This giant's tattered garments leave little to the imagination. Because his back currently stands turned toward you, you can see he carries with him a tremendous weight in the form of his large backside, beads of sweat rolling down their girth as--

"Okay, I get it, the Giant has a fat ass, man. Geez...."

Ahem... Okay, as I was going to say. What would you all like to do?

"I'd like to sneak past the Giant."

Roll a Stealth Check.

"That's an 18!"

With an 18, you slowly make your way behind the hulking figure, cautioning against drawing the thick set giant's attention as you attempt to continue forward towards your destination within the forests. Just then, you notice the shadows around you grow darker. Glancing upwards, two meaty cheeks are barreling towards you at a breakneck speed. Roll a Dexterity Saving Throw.

"Bro, are you--alright fine whatever. That's.......... uh, a 3."

With a three, the sight captivates you a moment too long before you find yourself crushed beneath the giant's behind, smothering you on all sides by the sweltering flesh of this behemoth. The collision causes an echo throughout the forest, the ground rumbling around your party as you take...... 18 Bludgeoning Damage and are considered Restrained.

"H-he just sat on me?? Okay?? I try to make crawl out from... under the giant."

Roll an Athletics Check.

"Uhhh... 11."

With an 11, your struggling warrants a sudden tightening of the giant's glutes, locking you in place as you find yourself suddenly lifted into the air. The Giant stands tall once more, looking over the area he had just sat upon, only to find nothing before him. You now find yourself wedged deep between the giant's enormous buttox, clasped tightly by walls of hot flesh that squeeze and compress you as if trying to crush the life out of you. Roll a Constitution Saving Throw.

"Dude, what the actual--fine, uhh..... ahah! Natural 20!!"

Your vigor and might allow you to resist the crushing force of the giant's onslaught.... for now. The Giant takes a large step forward, the tickling of their posterior causing them to deem this grass too tall to sit comfortably, and have begun to walk off into the distance to find a more suitable resting place, battering you on either side with each step as the thickness of their buttocks acts as massive bludgeoning tools, squashing your tiny, insignificant body with each step...

"......Can we get one game without the fetish stuff, bro?"

You DM a game, then, dickhead.