The next morning I woke snugly tucked in between the bulk of his arm and his over-sized lateral muscles. As he
slept, I could see his massive chest above me rising and falling with his breath. I snuggled into his warmth.
Stroking my hand across his hard-packed stomach I heard his stomach give a gurgle. Must be time for breakfast!
Given the size of both of us it would have to be a feast.
I was up to cooking the second batch of bacon when I heard heavy padding behind me. I also had a bunch of meat
patties sizzling away.
"Hey Francis, that smells awesome." He walks up and hugs me from behind, his pecs brushing the back of my head.
"I can only hope it is enough..come on I will serve up."
He kisses my hair and goes to sit down on the couch. I bring over plates of meat and fried eggs to the coffee
table and we begin to tuck in.
We were snuggled in close with one of his arms around me. I soon became mesmerised by the amount of food Phil
was putting away.