alphainsights: Brainless. Shirtless. Shameless.Be the boy He defines. The courts were recently spray
alphainsights: Brainless. Shirtless. Shameless.Be the boy He defines. The courts were recently sprayed with something. At first the putrid muddy smell bothered him. He could barely make a serve and his tennis partner was starting to play just as poorly. But as he increasingly struggled to return the ball the smell started to grow on him- just like the rest of him. His partner quickly gave up in frustration, complaining about being sore and leaving the courts not noticing how he was a few inches taller and his white polo was a lot tighter. But he decided to stay. The smell was intoxicating. He pealed off his now skin tight shirt, oblivious to the muscle now growing on his body, and laid down on the courts. Closing his eyes he breathed in the scent of jock musk and seed the gym had sprayed on the courts earlier that day. His body thickened and expanded with each inhale, leaving his lithe runners body behind. His head went pleasurably numb, forgotting everything about tennis and most things for that matter. All he could about was how hot he was, how he wanted to get more of this scent, to flex, fuck, get big and making more of it. Most of all he thought about his friend, how large his ass and bulge seemed to be getting as he left the court and how he needed to find him, bring him to the gym, show him how much bigger he could really big. -- source link