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Heya. How's it going? My name's Leo. I'm a 5'11'' 160lb bodybuilder lab dog. I'm kinda popular, might I say. People say I'm hot.

But I'm not as popular as my... let's say "friend". That's Charley. Guy is nearly 8ft tall, weighs over 400lbs... yeah. Needless to say, he's a monster. Size more in the ballpark of the great danes and mastiffs, but even near THEM the dude looks huge.

I'm not gonna hide...  I'm fucking jealous of the guy. Can't help but grit my teeth when the fucker presses twice my 1-rep max like it was nothing. When I hear he's putting yet another inch, yet another dozen pounds... grrrrr!!

He knows I'm jealous of him, and he can't help but be a dick about it, too. Telling me about his gains and hanging out with me while showing off his monster strength... Ok, I'll admit. He's a cool dude. He's been my pal for eight years, and we ARE friends. ...But holy fucking shit this fucker's ego.

...Yeah, go fawn over him over there. His arm is thicker than my waist after all. I'm sure you'll love him.

Whatever.


Some time ago, Braxton gave me an idea too good to refuse, so I promised him I'd do something about it. Then the idea of a normal-sized gym buddy with a chip on his shoulder came just like that, and d'awww I love it so much!!!

Poor goldie. How could he even compete with his beast of a pal? To be fair, though, if you were a behemoth like that, could you even RESIST being an insufferable douche most of the times? I know I wouldn't.

Cuz I'm terrible.

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