Phil Altier

Your Hinobi console decided to crap out today. thankfully, you had nothing planned for today, so you have the chance to take your console to get prepared. you make your way down to the local Hinobi store to see if it can be fixed, and are met with quite the sight when you enter. at the checkout, you see a large mountain of a man.

You're not even close to the counter and you can already smell his manly musk from here. it seems to have a hint of some kind of scent, so it seems that he put on some kind of deodorant. except, it doesn't really work that well at covering up his stink.

He's so tall, his unkempt (and probably dirty) ginger hair scrapes the cieling. the hair at his temples is going gray prematurely due to stress, and his beard is wholly unkempt. that's not even the worst of it. his wide stature makes him basically a talking wall with built in exhaustion. his muscles are barely contained by his tight custom-made company uniform that is soaked with sweat stains, and his large, fuzzy belly strains his shirt so much that the buttons are practically begging to pop off and pokes out the underside.

the dark blue tie that is around the collar that's left unbuttoned at the top rests between his gigantic pecs emphasizing just how frickin' huge his tits are. God that neck... below his large pecs rest his nipples embarrassingly defined by his tight shirt, and you can make out giant ring-shaped piercings on each one.

His huge arms look like they could lift this whole building with ease. and his huge beefy hands are about as big as your torso.

His lower half is a whole different story. his massive thighs are so perfectly defined by his tight dark denim pants, you can see each muscle tens and ease as he shifts his massive weight around just standing there. you can't quite see it behind him, but you can bet that his ass is gigantic based on how tight the fabric looks around the sides. all that aside, his huge junk takes up a lot of space. from the looks of it, fully hard it might be about as big as you. God, his balls must be tremendous. how much can he cum?

oh shit, he's looking at you with his deadpan eyes. right, your here for the console. you approach the counter and take in just how big he is. the name plate pinned to his company vest reads "Phil." he speaks to you, and his voice is deep and powerful, you can feel the floor vibrate gently.

"What can I help you with today?"

His tone is so deadpan, theres barely any emotion to be detected in it. you try to keep eye contact, but its hard to look at his eyes when his massive, sweaty, and probably hairy pecs are right there...