Fifty-third Encounter
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Fifty-third Encounter

*creak*

“Holy shit, he’s huge!” (Sam)

“Are you drooling, Sam?” (me)

“Look at his muscles!” (Sam)

“Eh… I guess? It’s kinda too much for me. I prefer smaller guys.” (me) 

There was just one giant of a man this time. He wasn’t wearing much. His upper body’s incredible musculature on full display.

“Heh, real men know muscles are everything!” (man)

“Well, I’m not a man.” (me)

“Obviously. So, how do I win here?” (man)

“Well, to win, I just need to pass out. I’m fond of getting fucked to sleep.” (me)

“Neither of you have enough muscle to be of interest to me.” (man)

“Um… want to try an arm wrestling contest?” (me)

“Now that’s a plan I like!” (man)

A bit later...

“What? How can your puny arm withstand my might?” (man)

I think using Aura (I think that’s what it’s called) for arm wrestling might be cheating. Even if I was using all six tendrils of one arm as one big limb, his arm was still at least twice as thick.

“Damn, I’m not giving up yet!” (man)

I really don’t think this is fair. He’s clearly struggling, and I’m not. Something simple like this, that lets me focus easily, is easy.

“Gah! I’ll put my all into it!” (man)

Uh… don’t hurt yourself! I know I can’t say that outloud or it’d just upset him.

“RAAAAAA!” (man)

Ah… he passed out. I didn’t know it was possible to exhaust oneself that badly just by armwrestling.

“Is he okay?” (me)

“He should be. His arm’s gonna be really sore when he wakes up though.” (Sam)

“This means he loses right?” (me)

“Yeah, I think so.” (Sam)

I willed the man gone and he vanished.

That night I dreamt of him using that massive arm to fist me. It was so huge! So thick! Too bad it can only be a dream, since he isn’t the sort to like someone like me. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find someone else who is interested in something like that of comparable size someday. Or maybe Sam would get that big? … imagining Sam with that much muscle immediately convinced me: I much prefer Sam as he is. 

***Author Note***

I was actually trying to get Lily to have sex with a man since it’s been a while since she was with a man other than Sam. It didn’t work out though. He ended up a muscle fanatic, and Lily really doesn’t look like she has much muscle. Best I could do was a dream. Which still went in a weird direction once Lily started thinking about it.

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