"Hard" is definitely the word I'd use under here.

I've had this vacation home on one of your dick veins for years, I don't know what to tell you.

I've always felt you were pretty dessert-coded.

I don't know what you're talking about. You've always been the size of a room.

The size of a building.

The size of a city.

Passing by just closely enough that the tiny can feel the musky heat radiating from those ponderous orbs even through the layer of fabric.

It really showed us all a thing or three.

Just make sure you sprinkle some pixie dust in your wake when you make your next cheese raid to the kitchen. There'll be no mistaking who was there.

Being a cute little kitty curled up in a warm palm, purring as an enormous finger gently scratches your chin and an all-encompassing voice from on high calls you a good girl~

Oh yes this is the GOOD STUFF right here.