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This beastly jock’s huge pecs bounced as he turned to face you, motioning for you to reach out and touch. You blush, feeling slightly embarrassed at flagrantly objectifying him, but when building a body like that, it comes with the territory. Your hand stretches over and takes a cautious squeeze.
JIGGLE
Your finger digs into his chest, pushing deep into the tissue - being swallowed by his enormous mass. You let go and his chest shudders back into shape like a slippery water balloon. Resting your hand below, you bounce his nipple up and down. The way they shook was hypnotic.
Your eyes were fixated, following the erratic movements of his taut nipples. He laughs and it was infectious. You laugh. You can’t help but join in, the tone of your voice getting deeper and slower, like playing at 0.5 speed. You find yourself saying ‘Jiggle’ out loud to him. It was akin to pointing out the grass was green.
With the ‘distraction’ you didn’t even notice your own pecs expanding, the pressure pushing out against your shirt. It was like there was a pump attached to your chest, filling it with air. It’s not the only thing that felt like it was filling with air. Your head was feeling incredibly spacious.
There was the abrasive sound of fabric ripping, your shirt bursting open at the chest. Looking down at yourself you see two huge jugs jutting out. They obscure the rest of your thickening body. You barely notice as your legs effortlessly push you higher from the ground while your shoulders bulk up, mirroring the jocks hulking physique. And then his hand reaches out to touch your pecs. He taps them lightly and-
JIGGLE
‘Jiggle’ You grunt loudly from your now thick, square shaped head. Your bushy brow hangs over your vacant eyes. ‘Jiggle’ he repeats back confidently. It felt good to be so blatantly objectified. An object. A big meaty object. You couldn’t deny that it was turning you on like crazy. Your junk was leaking like a fire hose as he continues to play with your breasts. You desperately wanted to be touched and squeezed. Viewed as eye candy with nothing of interest going on in that microscopic brain. Dumb. That was the word, the word for you. Your bro smiles at your glazed expression and pushes a baseball cap over your dense skull, spinning it around backwards.
Before long there was two vacuous jocks standing there like sculpted meat statues, chuckling dimly to themselves. When they both turned to face another onlooker their pecs-
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