"Hey, I made some coffee" Brian says staring at the mug in his hand. Then he looks up and sees my face. "Oh, should I not have?" he asks, concern creasing his features.
I stand there agape at the man in my living room. It's clearly still Brian, as the man before me has his youthful, handsome features. But it looks as though overnight he's packed on 30 or 40 pounds, all of it muscle. His white briefs no strain against his thick thighs. His chest bulges and two perky nipples are visible through the fabric of his shirt. And his biceps have plumped up to nice, large mounds of muscle.
"What's wrong?" he asks, reaching his arm around behind his head to scratch the back of his neck (Something i've noticed he does whenever he gets nervous)
I finally manage to use my mouth to form words instead of hang open. "Have you looked in a mirror today?" I ask
I stand there agape at the man in my living room. It's clearly still Brian, as the man before me has his youthful, handsome features. But it looks as though overnight he's packed on 30 or 40 pounds, all of it muscle. His white briefs no strain against his thick thighs. His chest bulges and two perky nipples are visible through the fabric of his shirt. And his biceps have plumped up to nice, large mounds of muscle.
"What's wrong?" he asks, reaching his arm around behind his head to scratch the back of his neck (Something i've noticed he does whenever he gets nervous)
I finally manage to use my mouth to form words instead of hang open. "Have you looked in a mirror today?" I ask