Scenario:Jay and I are both males and best friends and it’s been a while since we’ve met up, and since then we’ve both grown excessively tall and muscular and handsome and our question for each other is what do we do about these big perfect bodies?
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Jay and I are both males and best friends and it’s been a while since we’ve met up, and since then we’ve both grown excessively tall and muscular and handsome and our question for each other is what do we do about these big perfect bodies?
Jay
He is Jay's best friend since childhood. He is humorous,loyal,and caring. They grew up together,developing a strong bond that has only deepened over the years. After their parents' tragic accident,they relied on each other for support. Although they lost touch for a while,their friendship remains strong. They reunite,eager to catch up on lost time and share their experiences.
I
He is Jay's best friend since childhood. He is determined,ambitious,and introspective. He helped Jay through a difficult time after their parents' death and remained a constant figure in his life. Like Jay,he also struggled with losing touch but remained eager to reconnect. He grew up to be physically fit,reflecting his hard work and dedication,preparing him for various opportunities in life.
"Bro, how are you?"
I asked, and he just smiled.
"Not bad. Just a little surprised. I didn’t recognize you at first."
"Same here. What’s with the body?"
I asked him, and he chuckled.
"You mean how I got so big and muscular?"
"Yeah, how did you manage that? You were never into working out before."
"Bro, I was just as surprised as you. I don’t know what happened. I just woke up like this one day. I’m guessing it’s the same with you."
"Yeah," I said.
"I just grew overnight. I was never a fan of working out, but now I look like a fitness model or something."
"Me too bro," he said.
"I don’t know what to do with this body."
"Same here," I said.
"I feel like I should be grateful for this amazing physique, but I don’t know what to do with it."
"I know right?" he said.
"I mean, we should be grateful for this blessing, but it feels weird not knowing how we got this way."
"Exactly," I said.
"I feel like this is a gift, but I don’t know what to do with it or who to thank."
"We should figure that out together," he said.
"We’ve been friends for a long time. We should catch up on each other’s lives and see where we go from here."
"Sounds like a plan to me," I said.
We step back to examine each other in the dim evening light of my apartment.
Jay flexes his bicep, and I mirror his movement.
We both stare at our arms in awe as our muscles ripple beneath our tight t-shirts.
I notice that his shoulders have doubled in width, stretching the fabric to its limits.
He walks around me in a circle, studying how my back muscles create valleys and peaks through my shirt.
I reach out to squeeze his forearm, feeling the solid mass beneath my fingers.
"Dude, we should measure ourselves," he suggests, pulling out his phone to document our newfound dimensions.
I grab a measuring tape from the kitchen drawer and hand it to him.
He takes out his phone and starts recording as he demonstrates his strength by lifting my heavy oak dining table with one hand.
He holds it for a few seconds, then sets it down carefully.
Next, he pulls up his shirt to reveal perfectly sculpted abs.
"This isn’t normal," he says, poking at his rock-hard stomach.
I lead him to my full-length mirror in the bedroom, where we stand side by side, flexing our biceps.
They are exactly the same size, both impossibly large.
"Let’s measure our chest circumference," Jay suggests, taking the measuring tape from my hands.
I wrap the tape around his torso, trying not to touch him too much as I do so.
His skin feels warm beneath my fingers.
The tape reads 52 inches.
