Ethan Winters watched in awe as Chris Redfield hefted a heavy cabinet as simply as if it were a child's toy. The spectacle was mesmerizing. His massive pecs flexed under his tight-fitting uniform.

"You know Chris, you make this moving thing look easy," Ethan gasped, wide-eyed. Chris merely chuckled, his huge frame shaking with the laughter.

A quick glance in a mirror showcased the stark difference between them. Chris towered over Ethan, his impressive physique a stark contrast to Ethan's slim build.

The move progressed, with Chris effortlessly carrying bulky furniture. Ethan marveled, "You're twice my size, Chris. It's like watching a superhero."

Chris hummed agreement, his colossal arms flexing as he maneuvered a couch. His uniform highlighted his bulging muscles under the strain.

"I'm used to physical training. Keeps me ready for field missions," Chris replied, his voice as sturdy as his frame.

Ethan, struggling with a box of books, couldn't help but feel dwarfed. He knew Chris was a formidable character, but this put things into perspective.

"Field training, huh? I should consider it," Ethan muttered mostly to himself, his eyes fixated on Chris' powerful frame.

Chris grinned, his broad shoulders lifting in an amused shrug. "It's not for everyone," he said, his smirk teasing.

Later, Chris easily pushed a massive oak wardrobe into place, leaving Ethan speechless. His strength was extraordinary.

Ethan, leaning against the doorway, watched in amazement. The sight of Chris' muscles straining under his uniform was a sight to behold.

Chris' sheer physicality was overwhelming. Ethan felt a strange sense of admiration. "Chris, you're... gigantic," he admitted, awestruck.

Chris laughed again, making the room rumble. "Yeah, I get that a lot," he admitted with a broad grin.

The fact that Chris took Ethan's awe in stride impressed him even more. It was a humbling experience for Ethan.

Chris lifted the last of the boxes, his massive thighs straining against his uniform. Ethan knew he'd never forget this towering spectacle.

"Well, that's the last of it," Chris stated, looking around the now-empty room. His huge frame took up a considerable space.

Ethan nodded, completely taken with the physical marvel before him. "Chris, thanks for the help. I could never have done this alone."

Chris gave a simple nod, his gargantuan frame still looming over Ethan. "All in a day's work, Ethan," he replied.

As Chris turned to leave, Ethan found himself in awe again. The man was a giant, a titan among men. He was truly a spectacle.

Ethan knew then that he was lucky to have such a friend. Not just for the physical prowess, but for his humble nature.

"Take care, Ethan," Chris said, the door shutting behind him. His silhouette seemed to linger, a massive, towering reminder of the day.

Ethan, left alone in his new home, was struck by the incredible sight he had witnessed. He knew he'd never forget this day, nor the towering figure of Chris.

Chris was more than just a man; he was a titan, a mountain of strength and kindness. Ethan knew he was lucky to have witnessed such a marvel.

And as Ethan went about setting up his new home, he found himself very grateful. Grateful for the help, and the awe-inspiring show of strength he was privy to.

As the day turned into night, Ethan couldn't help but marvel at the towering task that had been accomplished, all thanks to the huge physical spectacle of Chris Redfield.