The bar of soap is hurtled skywards to the ever widening landscape of My best friend Ben's humongous chest. In its entirety it is a dense living forest. Thick wirey hairs, coated in slick unwashed sweat that bind the dark pelt into a living ecosystem. His lungs push the firm muscles of his pectorals in a cool, calm movement. The mountains heaving outward to full capacity, the hair peeling apart like ropes on a ship to reveal the smooth skin beneath it. At the peak of each mountain, beneath the overgrowth, two pert pink nipples protrude amongst the dark skin of his pink areolas,
His gigantic biceps flare wildly as the muscles contract to draw his hand gripping the soap towards the landscape of his chest. The skin of his arms coloured red as blood rushes to heal the strained muscles. The sinew flexing with all the digested food of the slovenly giant that has eaten to fuel his growing body. Way up above, the deep lakes of his eyeballs are gently eclipsed by a set of thin eyelids and curved lashes that look big enough to support my tiny form. As his eyes close, his pursed whale sized lips slowly peel apart in relaxation under the warm beads of water, themselves the size of pools to my minuscule size.
His gigantic biceps flare wildly as the muscles contract to draw his hand gripping the soap towards the landscape of his chest. The skin of his arms coloured red as blood rushes to heal the strained muscles. The sinew flexing with all the digested food of the slovenly giant that has eaten to fuel his growing body. Way up above, the deep lakes of his eyeballs are gently eclipsed by a set of thin eyelids and curved lashes that look big enough to support my tiny form. As his eyes close, his pursed whale sized lips slowly peel apart in relaxation under the warm beads of water, themselves the size of pools to my minuscule size.