"I have a better idea, how about we take you to a gym, see how many guys we can get to fuck you eh big guy" said Runt, placing his hands on my meaty sholders.
"Pffttt- I can't drive, don't know how" I said , shrugging. "but the fucking sounds good".
"Not a problem" said the imp. With a flash, we both teleported to the local gym.
Appearing on a workout bench, the gym was mostly quiet as it was late, just a few guys. I looked down at myself, the imp had changed my shorts into a tight little shiny black speedo.
"S'cuse me buddy, you got many sets left." said a young voice.
I looked to see a handsome young man, about 20 with a cute boyish, clean shaven face, tanned smooth skin, short light brown hair and sparkly wide blue eyes. He was quite slim yet muscular wearing a tight fitting under-armour spiderman compression t shirt, which showed off his bulky but firm pecs, black UA compression pants, trainers and weight gloves.
"What your name kid?" I grunted.
"Uhhh....Thomas" he replied, a look of confusion on his face. Just then Runt appeared behind him, silently waving a hand over his head. Thomas' face want a little pale, as he realised smoothing was wrong.
"Woah.... I don't feel so...." he mutterd.
You rubbed your tiny bulge as you thought about what to do next.