I saw drool trickle down his chin. Just to be sure, I dug out my one roll of pink duct tape. It came with a whole set of pink tools. My brother figure... I’d be more apt to use the hardware if it was in a girly color. I duct taped Kevin’s hands together while he whined about not be able to touch himself. Then I duct taped his mouth shut. ‘mis mif mucking ot,’ he murmured. ‘This is a safety precaution. You tell anyone about this, and I will gut you like a pig.’ I had a good role model in the art. Again, because of the light I could not see there faces. The difference was they had giant cocks where their hands and arms should be. All these men, all these cocks.In my dream my pussy began throbbing, begging for these cocks. The first man placed his fist on my fat pussy lips. The giant cock head on the end of his arm thrust forward with power. A giant cock, a fist cock, was now moving in and out of my cunt with increasing speed. The other cocks began caressing me.In my dream, I felt a huge. Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, I tried to comprehend what was happening to me. Firstly, why did I even come here? How had I let myself get into such a state? Why – and here’s the biggie – did I suggest kissing him, nice as it was? And finally, which item was I going to hand over to him? Practicality ruled the day. My knickers, I could feel, were simply sopping, whilst I could manage without a bra as long as I kept my jacket on. Although it was a very pretty bra, white with dainty. I was surprised as shit that I hadn't gotten fat but I guess the horizontal exercises that Tatiana gave me helped to burn of some of the fat I was trying to gain – yeah, that plus seriously restricting my food intake because exercise alone wouldn't burn enough calories to keep me fit. Hell, even if could run a marathon I would only burn about 3500 calories or one pound of fat if I didn't eat anything. Damn, a Big Mac and large order of fries (not including the ketchup) was over 1000 calories..