Taylor wouldn't stop growing. "My killer abs need a good rub. When the get too big they start to cramp." Taylor laid down on the floor topless and scratched his crotch which was now as big as you. "Hop on, I'm not going to bite." The giant muscle man gave out a evil laugh and then put his head down on the ground, it made a crashing noise and then stopped.
Taylor was so big, you could lay down on his chest and have room to move. He wanted rubbing down really hard, he wanted the hardest you could do it. Every once in a while he would cry in pain, so you acted fast. Your tiny arms worked at Taylor's rock hard abs, they made them softer and they soon stopped cramping. The boiling heat from the hot guy was enjoyable. But the joy soon left when you heard a hungry growl come from below you. "Don't worry. My stomach wants a bite to eat. Now I would start rubbing my throat, unless you want to be my lunch?" You thought really hard on your answer.
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