He didn’t know how much time had passed when Belris stopped him, rubbing his eyes with two fingers. Slade looked down and gasped - his body was noticeably muscular, slabs of strength bulging around a generously proportioned frame. He could make out the curves of his body under his clothes, something that had never been possible before, and as he gave a couple of experimental flexes he had to admit he loved it. He loved the tightness, the feeling of more.

“God you’re slow. It’s like training a fucking pidgeon. Look, I’m gonna skip the bells and whistles. There’s a chance you might just explode but I can’t be bothered anymore. Come.”

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