As I got closer to the green scaled dinosaur, I could hear some kind of music. It was heavy metal, blaring out of a pair of headphones he had wrapped around his head. He was rocking out to the beat of the music as he squatted without any weights.
His eyes were closed as he jammed, his tail dragged along the gym mat with each high and low point he reached. It almost seemed like those shorts of his would burst from the sheer buttock mass that they contained, but they never did. Instead, those maximized glutes spread far apart, almost touching the ground before clenching together once more as he rose.
This huge hunk of Rex meat wouldn't see or hear me, thanks to that banging music, but I might be able to climb his tail. Or maybe those purple shorts of his, one of the strings is unknotted and touches the mat as he lowers his rump, I could climb up that way. Either way, I could get his attention if I got up to his face, probably. That'd be the best outcome.
"Hmm..."
It was a tough choice. Climb using the scales of his tail or the string and fabric of his shorts. The front of his shorts wiggles almost hypnotically as I weigh my options, the outline of the bulbous flesh it contained bounced quite visibly through the purple fabric. Finally, I had made my decision.
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