The big bull-2

I kind of giggled at that. “Oh, okay”, I said awkwardly. “Um, well, yeah, um, you definitely are big.”

He nodded with a grin, “I’ve always been and always will be”, he said with confidence. “And will try to get even bigger in the future.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe it was possible.

“Yeah, most guys want to tone up. Not me, I want to get huger and bulkier, with lots of padding,” He grabbed his overfed stomach and shook it. “Underneath is all natural powerful muscle baby! No roids. Can you believe it?”

I didn’t know what to say in response, only, “Wow”, came out. I immediately felt so much smaller and weaker, at my being 5’9″ and 155 pounds and his being several inches taller and a whopping 323. I was intimidated but yet really excited. His frame completely filled the room and eyes never left me as we stood there for a brief moment in awkward silence. I finally broke the pause, “Well again, thanks”, as he handed me my watch, which I dropped into my pocket, “and good luck with your, um, getting bigger.”