"Soul! You gotta check out my muscle measurements! Of course, being the god I am, of course I have some of the best!" Black Star shouted, while Soul covered his ears, hoping at least he'll keep some of his hearing. Before he could even respond, Black Star was already flexing, measuring tape in hand, showing Soul his arm's measurements. "Look at that, 14 inches around!" He cheerily replied, eyes shut in clear pride.
"What the hell are you talking about, you moron. You're underreporting your own measurements. That's 16 inches!" Soul muttered, a little confused.
"Wait, what?!" Black Star shouted, looking at his measurements. Soul was right, but it wasn't 16, it was 16 and half! "What the hell? I know it was 14..." He muttered. He crossed his arms, a little confused now, even as he realized how much tighter his clothing was. His shirt was pressing against his chest, even as his pecs strained against them. His pants weren't spared anything either, as his hot ass and legs strained against his pants.
Soul muttered something again, still not noticing how much his bulge strained against his own pants, having gotten even bigger, nor how tight his own jacket was getting...
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