His place!

"So," he finally asks. "Shall we try to have another intimate moment?"

"You mean fuck?" you say plainly. He blushes but nods. "Where shall we go?"

"Well... I've been given residence in an infected-only apartment block. Everything is sized to men like ourselves since we can't quite fit in most other places as you know. It is just me in my unit after all," he smiles.

You nod, your chins wobbling, and he motions a lardy arm out toward the ride share he called. The two of you waddle in and get situated, letting the drivers bring you out to what used to be huge shipping warehouses that have now been converted to some rather choice waterfront property. Everything looks normal with trees, sidewalks, benches, bus stops, and buildings but it's all huge. Everything in the area is big enough for men like yourselves to fit and live completely normal lives! You smile as the ride share vehicle pulls up to the curb and the driver slides the door open. You stomp your big, fat foot out as you squeeze your way out of the car and take in the sight of a veritable city for giants right here in your own town.

"This is nice!" you say, looking up and down the street.

Harry already has his keys out and is unlocking a gigantic garage door painted to look like a simple front door. He rolls it upward to reveal his house, a huge living room greeting you with a mammoth leather couch, huge bookcases filled to the tall ceilings, and a La-Z-Boy chair that looks like it'd fit an elephant with a gigantic butt print right on the cushion from where Harry has sat.

You stomp in and he shuts the door, closing you both in the warm glow of his tastefully appointed apartment fit for a history professor. It's hard not to notice the beautiful scent of leather, books, and Harry's own musk as you waddle toward the couch. You sit down while Harry locks the door and waddles in as well, going to his recliner and bending forward to ease his giant ass on it. As he does, he suddenly rips quite the rumbling fart and blushes deep red.

"My goodness. I'm so sorry! When I get full I can't quite control myself," he says apologetically as his potent musk fills the room like cigar smoke.

You just laugh, "Beastie, we're hugely obese men. You think one fart is too much for me? I can handle anything!"

"Anything?" he chuckles. "Well that sounds like a challenge. And, ah, I know you wish to be intimate but... being so big... It can be difficult to... well..."

You realize what he means and nod. Then...