Size Check
"done" I text my boyfriend once I've finished up my workout.
Fuck, I lifted so much more today. I'm scared of what it mean for my progress update.
Last time I got this muscular, I nearly lost a full inch...
The thought is as horrifying as it is arousing.
"show me the goods 😉" comes the reply, moments later. "and don't even think about keeping the shorts on like last time, babe. u know the drill."
I feel myself flush.
I get so embarrassed taking these photos now. Fully clothed, I look like a total alpha, big dog at the gym, and even more impressive shirtless. That lasts until I take my pants off.
I peel out of the tank, and face the mirrors. The gym is empty, thank fuck, so I wiggle out of my tank as quickly as possible before doing the usual most muscular he loves to look at.
"damnnnn 😍😍😍" he sends back. "how big are the arms?? 21 inches now???"
"22", I type back clumsily, pawing at my discarded shorts to put them back on. I glance around. No eyewitnesses... at least this time. But who am I kidding? I love how humiliated I feel after. It's why he gets me to put myself on display like this.
"annnnd... what about the little guy? 👀"
I'm blushing so hard. "just under 2."
"let's see how much bigger you get by the time we make it half that 😈"
A few weeks ago I would've needed to cover myself up to hide the unmistakeable evidence of how much that thought turns me on.
Now... it's barely noticeable. Hard or not, there isn't much of a difference.
















