And, while I couldn't swear to it, Mychest appeared to be growing, as was my butt. I decided it couldn'tbe anything to do with my diet, because I was ...ctually losingweight around my waist. When I mentioned it to Amanda, shesuggested a visit to her doctor who declared it to be a slighthormonal imbalance and nothing to worry about. He didn't mentionthat it was his prescriptions, which were upsetting the balance,but then, I'm certain Amanda had had a word with him prior to myvisit. When I arrived. He turned to glance back, seeing a cloud of dust and smoke rising from the trees beyond the far wall of the base. A mortar round had gotten past the C-RAM, the first shot had gone wide, but they had probably been range finding. They would no doubt try to soften the defenses before starting their main assault.The automatic turret was going wild, twisting this way and that as it frantically tried to defend the base, loosing a short burst of gunfire and then switching targets again. The sky was a. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. After severalseconds I got control of myself and looked away from Romey's display ofhis huge equipment, embarrassed to have him see me staring at him - but Ididn't have to worry. Romey was doing his own staring as I pulled off theworkout top - exposing the two large, breast-like Pecs that hung down onmy chest and the belly I'd developed that rolled out over the top of myshorts in a soft roll of fat. Anyway, we soon gained control of ourselvesand after. Bob's current dwelling reflected his emotional state. It was a small apartment, with little charm to boast even at the best of times. Dirty dishes filled the sink, and dirty clothes filled the hamper, with an occasional shirt tossed carelessly on the floor and forgotten. Everything was covered in a layer of dust. The mirror had been turned to face the wall. It wasn't that Bob was unattractive. He was fairly tall, reasonably well muscled, and his hair was thick and brown, complementing his blue.