Male Inflation

Pete was a tall, buff, blonde haired guy, with a beard looking much like a blonde version of Lou Ferrigno from back in his Hercules days. Pete was a mechanic, the term being used lightly, as to the annoyance of his coworkers Pete was a real slacker. Pete was always on his phone or chatting up the female customers who came in, entrancing them with his bulging biceps or how his shirt strained against the movement of his rounded pecs or even with his sheer height as he beamed down at them his white teeth and pale blue eyes.

“Hey Billy.” Rob greeted his flatmate with a sigh. “Move up, you’re taking up all the sofa.” Billy huffed and budged over to let his friend sit down.

“Where have you been?”

“My hypnotherapy class.”

“You’re still going to that?” Billy took a swig of beer. “Thought you were going to give up?”

“It beats sitting around here with you, wearing… what is that?”

“A dragon onsie. What does it look like?”

“Yeah. It beats that.”

“What did you try to learn tonight?”

Trent curses as he digs through the box of comics he'd bought from the bookstore and a cloud of dust rushes up out of the box. He pulls out dusty issues of Superman, Batman, and others ranging from Supergirl to Spiderman. He notes the formerly white pages are now brown and knows none of these have any resale value, but he loves comics and only paid five bucks for the whole box. He digs out more comics, stacks them on the floor, and notices a shiny metal something in the bottom of the box.