brawnybound:Leftovers Cory checked the label on the Parmesan cheese. Leftovers don’t usually make
brawnybound: Leftovers Cory checked the label on the Parmesan cheese. Leftovers don’t usually make people hulk out of their shirt, but this pasta seemed to be an exception. “Weird,” he thought. He scratched his chin, noting the rough stubble that didn’t cover his face minutes ago. His whole body felt hot like a furnace and he wanted to strip the rest of his clothes right there. His shorts hugged his thighs and ass, and his groin wasn’t feeling comfortable either. Rather than tenting from the sensual tingling all over his body, his cock began to stiffen and snake down his left leg. “Oh, oops.” Cory read the label printed in bold letters: “MUSCLE POWDER MIX” His big bro told him not to touch this stuff because there were unknown side effects for people under 18. But Cory was going to be that age in a few months anyway, He looked at himself, admiring the flat, toned stomach and the firm muscles that were beginning to show on his body. If this was just from a single bite- Cory didn’t finish the thought and began to eat his food ravenously, not forgetting to dump more of the mix on top. It was his new favorite condiment, after all. -- source link