The muscular landscape of his back expanded further, muscles popping and swelling everywhere the hole in the shirt widened, crawling up to the yoke, finally splitting the collar. He clutched at his chest, violently ripping open the shirtfront, allowing his massively surging pecs room to grow. His swelling delts neatly tore the sleeves free. After a resounding grunt of relief, he groaned lustily as his hulking lats breathed in the fresh air, overtaking the pathetic clothing imprisoning his hulking body. With a sharp crack, Kevin's immense back split the shirt wide open, exposing a fantastic set of dense, rippling rhomboids. A sixteen year-old muscle giant with an attiitude. He was now far too big for these pesky clothes. Kevin's face was beet-red his eyes clenched in rage he snarled and spat savagely. His tight jeans choked and chafed his outrageous legs the development was so complete, even his hamstring veins were clearly delineated beneath the dense fabric. I made out the fierce horeshoe-shape of bulging triceps pressing into the clinging sleeves his freaky traps peeking out of his collar. In seconds, Kevin's shirt had swelled to bursting with his growing torso, his shoulders, the size of cannonballs, poised to rip it clean off his back. His high-pitched whimpers had become animalistic grunts. I felt muscular knots erupting all over his back, imagining the sensation of the incredible power that was overtaking my baby brother. Deepening shadows betrayed the onset of powerful traps bulking up under Kevin's shirt his back grew outward, widening, taking on that inevitable V-taper. Big, rounded delts filled Kevin's sleeves. Muscles that people like me would kill for. His loose plaid shirt started stretching tightly across his broadening back, pulling the pattern into a taut checkerboard. I felt his body begin to swell beneath my hand. There was a shift in the timbre of his whimpers. Perspiration poured down his flushed cheeks. I tried turning him over in an attempt to get him up, but couldn't budge him. Finally, he fell on the floor, his body stiff and trembling violently. Caught in the middle of motion stiff and immobile. Strangely, his feet remained rooted in place, as if glued to the floor. He staggered a few steps, clutching his stomach, gasping, crying.īlinking back tears of disbelief, I sputtered, "Kev."Īs if someone struck him from behind, his back arched upward, arms flying out to the sides. He was seized by a paroxysm of pain, shreiking, "My God, what was in that stuff?" My brother had no option than to have sex with me.Suddenly, Kevin swooned, "Whoaaa.what's going on? I feel weird." They insisted that he must do it and pointed a gun at his head. My brother told them that it was against our culture. They carried my brother, beat him up thoroughly and ordered him to start having sex with me. “After they finished molesting me, they said my elder brother must have sex with me. “They started molesting me some had sex with me, while others inserted hands into my private parts. They tore my clothes, pants and bra and took us into a thick forest.
As three of us were in the office, the community youths came and started beating us, demanding where our boss was.
I only saw my elder brother and one other guy that was working with us. I went to the office and couldn’t see three of our colleagues. We were just doing that and we were paying our customers. If you invest N1,000 in the business, you will get N1,500. She said, “A company employed me to advertise noodles, diapers, oil and other products.