It was odd. Every time I looked back I thought he seemed different, like his chest was somehow bigge
It was odd. Every time I looked back I thought he seemed different, like his chest was somehow bigger, or shoulders somehow wider, or thighs somehow thicker. For a few times I swore he was a smart academic that never did any water sports and didn’t always have a grin on his face that seemed to get dumber and wider every time I glanced over. But every time I looked ahead I’d rub my chest or stretch my arms- which oddly kept on feeling tighter and larger- I remembered him as he was: buff like me, dumb like me, thirsty for cock like me, a muscle slut that loves to follow me around. -- source link