Having trouble with the office dress code

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Having trouble with the office dress code
Turns out 8xl is too small…
Outgrowing this tiny world is so much fun.
Belly always jiggling
Alejo Arrango Aka Steven C
Meal prep day
Omgggg guys I am so embarrassed 😭😭
I just got home from the store, and I realized my belly has been peeling out of the bottom of my shirt the entire time 😭😭
You can see it peaking out while I'm standing omg 😭😭
Also just had brekky, sooo I'm a lil full <3
Guys idk if it's the way these nachos are sitting in my belly but, I stg I'm the fullest I've ever been in my life, my belly hurts so bad 😭
Someone please come rub it, I'm so uncomfy 😭😭
$Sambinoo1 if you wanna help heal this tragic tummy incident 😭
Uhh guys,,,, idk how to say this but... I think I'm starting to get a belly???
Idk, maybe it's not as noticable as I think :3
What do you guys think? Is it obvious?
Steering wheel is getting really burried
You can never bulk too much
I arrive home after a long day, expecting a normal evening. But the second I step through the door, I sense something’s off. My wife is sitting on the couch, calm but with a look in her eyes that makes my stomach turn. And next to her, there’s a man—dressed in baggy clothes, lounging back, almost too relaxed. I remember the conversation from before, when my wife casually suggested bringing another man into our bedroom. I laughed it off, thinking it was a joke. But now, here the guy is, sitting in my living room, and something about his presence feels wrong.
Before I can say a word, the guy stands up. Taller than expected, his eyes lock onto me with a smirk that sends a chill down my spine. The man radiates confidence, the kind that makes it clear he’s used to getting what he wants. "So," the guy says, rolling his shoulders like he’s warming up, "how about we settle this like men? We wrestle. If I win, I go to the bedroom with you and your wife. If you win, i leave."
I scoff, still holding onto my pride. Sure, the guy is big, but so what? I work out, I'm pretty strong. I figure this is his chance to shut this whole thing down. I agree, not thinking twice.
But the moment the guy stands up, everything changes. The guy’s baggy clothes had hidden the truth—he’s not just big, he’s massive. Within seconds, the i am completely overpowered. The other man moves with a brutal, practiced strength, easily twisting me into humiliating holds.The guy doesn’t just overpower me—he dominates me easily, making it clear with every move that I never stood a chance.
And then comes the worst part.
The guy flips me onto my back and locks my head between his massive quads, squeezing just enough to make the me realize how helpless I am. He then folds my body up, slapping my ass as he squeezes me! My neck is trapped, my vision blurring from the pressure as those thick, muscled legs close around me like a vise. I struggle, clawing weakly at the guy’s thighs, but it’s useless. The strength in those legs is too much, and the more I fight, the harder they squeeze. The pain shoots through my skull as the guy leans in with a cruel grin.
“You’re done, man. I won. Now, I take what’s mine,” the man says, flexing his quads just enough to make my head throb, forcing me to tap out in pure humiliation.
Panting, I lay on the floor, my pride shattered, body aching from the violent submission. But as I try to get up, desperate to salvage whatever’s left of my dignity, the guy leans down, grabbing me by the chin, forcing me to look up. "You’re not done yet," the man says in a cold, commanding tone. "You think this is over? Nah. You’re gonna follow me… like the little puppy you are."
I hesitate, but before I can protest, the guy’s massive hand presses me down, forcing me onto my hands and knees. “Stay down,” the man growls, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re inferior. You crawl behind me now.”
Humiliated and broken, I have no choice. My wife watches, silent, as I stays on all fours, reduced to nothing. My face burns with shame as I slowly begins to crawl after the man, feeling the carpet against my palms. The weight of the other man’s dominance crushes me. Each movement is agony—physically and mentally—because I know this is where I belong now. Beneath this man, on the floor, following his every command.
The guy strides toward the bedroom, not even glancing back, fully confident that I will follow. And I do. Every step, every crawl, makes me feel smaller, more pathetic, as the muscled man leads me deeper into submission.
They reach the bedroom door, and the man finally stops, glancing over his shoulder with that same cruel smirk. “Good boy,” he says mockingly. “Now, stay right there on your knees while I show your wife how a real man fucks.”
Trembling I stay in place — on my knees, hands planted on the floor—helpless and humiliated, knowing I've lost everything. I watch, powerless, as the other man enters the bedroom, ready to take what’s his, while I remain on the floor… a defeated, obedient spectator, forced to witness his own submission.
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