Mark let the cold water run down his rippling muscles, trying to cool his burning desire. He couldn't get Adrian's image out of his head. His regressed little body. Those lushes curves. His innocent eyes. His childlike voice. His adorable size. Adrian had always been cute. Growing up together, Mark had for a long time imagined ravaging his best friend's body, but he'd never looked this fuckable before. Mark had to get control of himself before he did something to Adrian that couldn't be taken back.
It was no use. He just had to masturbate and hope he'd have more self control afterwards. He gripped his thick cock and began working it furiously. He knew his cock was huge. It was the kind you'd describe as "angry". 9 inches long. (23 cm) And thick enough to fit the proportions. It cuved upwards and demanded a tight grip. It was actually a problem from him, as so few people could actually take it. And Mark had a tendency to go hard when he first got going. He just couldn't stop. He'd had to reinforce the legs of his bed for fear of breaking them again.
Me pistoned hard and furious, needing his bulky muscles just to keep up with how hard he jerked off. He was getting close!
"Smash!" A loud noise and a cry interrupted Mark's approaching climax, and he ran naked out of the bathroom fearing something had happened to the delicate little boy toy Adrian had become.
Jumping five minutes back in time... Adrian ran into the apartment. Away from all the eyes. Away from the scarry hight. Away from the breeze that was constantly caressing his overly sensitive skin. But now he was alone with his towering best friend. And in the enclosed space, Adrian's pharamones would soon overwhelm the air. Maybe he should open a window or leave the door open. A chill went down his spine as he heard Mark click the door locked and bolt the chain. Adrian had always been kind of intimidated by how much bigger and stronger and confident Mark was, but now the man looked like a giant. Adrian's butt ached with a need to be stuffed. And his peepee quivered with desire.
"I'm taking a quick shower. Make yourself at home in the meantime," Mark said, rushing into the bathroom in a hurry. Adrian let out a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid his best friend was about to rape him. Though he also felt a little dissapointed that he hadn't.
Hearing the water running, Adrian sneaks up to spy in through the key hole. He's regressed so much now that he barely has to bend over to look through the key hole.
He sees Mark's silhouette in the shower curtain. Mark's muskukar body arched over working a terrifyingly huge cock. That can't be real, right!? That'd destroy little Adrian!
Suddenly a bit more fearful, Adrian hurried to the door. He unlocked it, but the chain latching it shut is too high to reach. Adrian can't escape! Okay. He just needs to at least air out the room so Mark won't be overcome by the pharamones.
The window is by Mark's desk, near his collection of collector item figurines. Adrian climbed up onto the desk with difficulty and tried to open the window. It was very stubborn and Adrian's thin arms had no strength. He put his back into it and pulled!
His grip slipped and Adrian stagged back tumbling right off and grabbing the shelf full of delicate collectables. The figurines crashed to the floor next to Adrian, who's oversizes tshirt had caught on the window frame as he fell, slipping right off.
Mark came storming into the room, dripping wet and completely naked and erect. Same as Aidrian. His look of worry transformed into a look of anger. Oh god!