The next couple of days required a heavy amount of adjustment for Cole.
His body felt so alien— huge, heavy, clumsy. There was definitely a startled squeak from him his first morning when his swollen quads mashed his nutsack just shifting to get up from Lilah's bed. Getting dressed was worse, his shirt strangled his arms, threatening to cut off circulation to his biceps. He had to wear a towel around his waist that he kept pinched closed with his thick padded fingers.
Getting into the car meant he had to crank back the driver's seat so his chest didn't crunch into the steering. Sitting was definitely the issue, he thought, as he pulled at his junk to keep them from being painfully wedged. Driving, he kept catching on the door with his elbow, his arms now pressed up by his wide back.
After getting home, he felt like a immature kid as he snuck into his bedroom to avoid his parents— if that kid had been inflated with steroids. Of course he couldn't really stay hiding, they caught him eventually, their shock and accusations just drove him out of the house, he didn't want to answer their questions, he wasn't even sure he had answers. He didn't have much to pack, nothing fit him except some gym shorts and a jersey tank.
Lilah was surprised when he showed up at her door but was very happy.
Lilah was a relief after his parent's dogging on his size.
Lilah offered her place for him to chill until he worked things out with parents.
Lilah was excited to cook him some breakfast, he'd never stayed over.
Lilah was a good cook he discovered, the homemade sausage were so good.
Lilah was just wearing a cute apron and panties.
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She brushed aside his empty plate and wiped down the tile counter with a kitchen cloth. She smiled at him with her twin dimples. She slid her forearms over the cleaned countertop, lowering shoulders as she arched her back to look at him; Holding his eyes with hers. She tucked her lower lip under her teeth to bite, gently daring him; Her shaded breasts tucked into the apron. Cole's eyes were... tuned in but not turned on. His eyes didn't flicker to her chest.
She did glance down at Cole's chest though; They were wide, thick like iron plates and his nipples looked swollen, pushed to either side of the tank straps. The rest of him... she wanted all of him. She imagined her hands around his thick neck, she wondered if he'd fuck her while he carried her. She grabbed his hand, standing him as she came around the counter. God his hands were bigger; She wondered about the tight bulge pushing out his shorts. Wondering was never her strong suit.