It’s already late afternoon and happy with your new kit you decide to head back home.
You remove your borrowed outfit but decide to keep your cap on. You notice that you’re still wearing Paul’s boxers. You yank them off your brawny legs and open the pack of large boxer briefs you had just bought. You slip on one of the black boxers and walk to the mirror to assess how you look.
You look like a proper beefy hunk, even though the turned cap makes you look like a bit of a douche. Your session of self-admiration is however cut short as another huge hunger pang overwhelms you.
This is turning out to be a regular thing, you surmise begrudgingly.
You lumber towards the kitchen and binge on whatever you could get your meaty hands on.
Finally full, you head back to the living room and you plop yourself onto the sofa. You settle comfortably on the sofa still in your new boxers, sitting down with your brawny legs wide open. You channel zapped but you soon start feeling sleepy thanks to your heavy meal.
You decide to call it a night before you fall completely asleep in front of the television. You switch off the television and shuffle sleepily towards your bedroom. You throw yourself onto the bed, which creaked under your considerable weight. In your stupor you even forgot to take off the ring from your pudgy finger. You turn in bed trying to find a comfortable position, which is more of a problem than you thought it would be as your bulky arms are hanging in the way.
Despite failing to find a comfortable position, your awkwardly strewn frame soon drifts to sleep.