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How To Deal With Bullies

How to Deal with Bullies “You Dean” the massive man asked, his chest glistening beneath his unzipped hoodie Dean gulped, the little fag had said he’d set his big brother on him, but Dean had just laughed and dunked the nerd’s spotty face into the...

“You Dean” the massive man asked, his chest glistening beneath his unzipped hoodie

Dean gulped, the little fag had said he’d set his big brother on him, but Dean had just laughed and dunked the nerd’s spotty face into the toilet again. He never considered the little guy would actually do it, let along that his brother was actually a beast. But the man before him did share some similarities, they had similar coloring, similar eyes and even hints of a similar facial structure.

“Yes…….sir” he quickly added

“Cool” he rose up from his perch, the underside of his pecs level with Dean’s eyes “I’m Hugh, you’ve been harassing my little brother”

Dean started to back off, but Hugh gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. The hand massively  meaty and denting into Dean’s pretty thick shoulder.

“Nah, you’re not going anywhere” Hugh’s free hand clenched into a fist

“Please, I’ll leave him alone…….” Dean begged, but Hugh hushed him

“I’m not here to hurt you” He paused, flexing his biceps “I’m here to thank you”

“Thank me” Dean questioned

“Yea” Hugh let his shoulder go and started to feel up his own solid abs “If it wasn’t for your constant abuse, my little bro wouldn’t have come to me and asked to get big”

Dean paled “Get big”

Hugh laughed “You think this is natural” he bounced his pecs “hell no, I’m a chemistry whizz, or was in a past body, I mixed a little potion and got this body out of it”

Hugh rubbed his crotch, his memories turning him on. His jeans showing the teeth of the zipper straining and nearly popping open from the mass behind them.

“My bro’s been stubborn about getting huge, but you have helped chang his mind”

Hugh patted Dean’s head “I’ll leave you two alone”

He turned and jogged away towards some passing blond joggers, his muscled ass flexing.

“Two?” Dean shouted after him “It’s just me here”

A deep thundering chuckled erupted behind him.

Dean jumped, falling to the floor. Behind him rose a mountain of muscle, gym shorts strained against huge thighs and a monstrous dick mound.

Eight furry cinder blocks rose upwards towards two hairy muscle slabs. A thick neck and even thicker traps held aloft a solid jaw coated in stubble. Arms thicker then Dean’s thighs strained against tanned skin, thick veins coursed with testosterone. Two dark eye glared downwards, the muscle man’s mouth stretched into a sneer.

“Hey Dean” the little fag boomed from 7ft above him

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