You love this new muscles – but you want someone else to appreciate and to massage them. You love massages, and you know just who to call. You pick up the phone and dial James with your heavy fingers.
"Hello," says James
"Hey James," you say, "Wanna come over?"
"Sure," James replies, "Should I bring anything?"
You think and say, "Only some lotion."
"Sounds like you're out," James remarks.
"Maybe," you reply, and smile at the idea of what you and James will really be doing.
"See ya soon," James finishes, hanging up.
You’re excited at the idea of someone you really like massaging your massive new bod. And you really, really like James – thinking about how he’ll react when he sees you truly muscular bod makes you smile.
It seems no time until there’s a knock at the door.
You walked to the door and when you open it James' mouth drops open in shock and amazement. He looks up at you, but has trouble seeing past your new, heavy pecs, especially since you're grown a few inches taller.
"Like it?" you ask, your bigger hands cradling the bottom of your mammoth pecs.
"Ah," James says," Oh yeah. Yeah. They're so big. You’re so big!"
"Come on in and you can touch them," you say, inviting him in.
"You mean, I mean, it’s real? I can touch them?" James jabbers in reply, as his shock turns to excitement.
"Of course, and these muscles need a massage," you reply as you flex your biceps.
"I'm your man!" James says, and follows you into the house.
"Like the size of my rear?" you ask, just as you lead James to your bedroom.
"It's massive," he noted excitedly.
James sits next to you and gently places his lotion covered hand on your pecs. "Wow," he says, his eyes lighting up.
You lie down, putting James on top of you. You say, "Go ahead, use both hands."
"Sure," James says, putting both hands on your pecs and moving them around, enjoying the sensation as his tubby finger rub your massive pecs. He moves from your pecs and massages your 8-pack, gliding his hands up and down them, then moves downwards, to your waistline, and then lower and lower.
You feel him slowly slip off your torn boxer.
"Why are you taking off my boxers?" you ask, looking down at him.
"You know," James says smiling.
"You want to have sex?" you ask.
"Yeah," he says,"I always wanted a big guy and now you’re this size, I love you."
James pauses, then slowly pulls off his shirt and pants.
Then James tries to wrap his flabby arms around your torso as you feel his package brush against yours.
Then you have an idea, but what is it....
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