"Hey Donnie! You missed me!"
Dan was surprised by how deep his voice felt. It had a real manly, alpha sound to it. Donnie stopped running
and turned around. I took him a few seconds to realise who this man was but despite the changes to his body Dan
still had his boyish face. Instead of a 5'7" weakling was a 6'4" man who must have spent his life in a gymor
had some awesome genetics. That was Dans shirt but now there were two massive pecs tearing their way out. The
arms had blown open due to the meaty arms. Thick hairy thighs were ripping open his jeans. Donnie had never
wanted to admit it but Dan had turned from someone whom he wanted to punch into an object of lust.
The newly minted muscle man strode over, his long legs quickly closing the gap. Dan could feel his cock rubbing
against his legs in his now-tight jeans. The new feeling of power, after a life of being bullied, was
stimulating. His man meat was swelling larger, causing more tears in the weakened jeans. Dan could see Donnies
response. From the look of the bullies own growing cock the guy was stuck in the closet. Probably didn't want
to admit it for fear of looking weak or unmanly or some nonsense.
Dan clenched his fist and made his forearm and bicep pop.
"So Donnie, was there something you wanted to say to me?"