We could barely hear the the choppers as they flew overhead in their dozens. Normally it would have been thunderous, all those rotor blades thwomping overhead, but today they were drowned out by him. Just his presence sucked all input from your senses. Nothing else could be seen, heard, or felt. Just his breathing would have drowned out the noise of all the military jets and helicopters, all the explosions. At every slight movement as his body settled down the mountainsides collapsed, thousands of tonnes of rock compressing to nothing, the landscape reshaping beneath his weight.
Those of us in the communities close to his resting spot crawled from the rubble of our homes to see the world around us decimated. Somehow we had survived his arrival as countless other had been erased. He was a new mountain and he blotted out the sun. He scratched his crotch, his cock flopping to the side and coming back to rest against his titanic hairy sack sounded like the collapse of a skyscraper.
His hand stayed near his crotch, and lazily started to stroke his shaft. The soldiers in the helicopters watched in awe and terror as his member began to engorge, swelling in length and girth. They were already nothing more than fleas to him and would be smeared from existence by the slightest of touches. As his cock began to rise it contacted several of the troop transports, blowing them from the sky. others were forced into evasive manoeuvres and emergency landings in the forest of his pubes, where a tangle of hairs rose hundreds of feet into the air. There was thunder as he began to sigh, and chuckle as he grew firmer and firmer. Then his voice, which seemed to call out a name. The earthquakes of footsteps began again. Another figure was approaching: his mate.