Bruce

Hmm…it seems that you have been always seeing this one guy on the train. Actually, for a while now. As in three years. And yet, you have not interacted with this guy ever. Only actually doing that when you or him have to move. But somehow and some way, you ended up getting this guys’ name. His name was Bruce—an old geezer with…shall we say a well-endowed figure with rather “interesting” assets so to speak. his guy had everything—very wide hips and waist, very ample and broad thighs and ass, and most importantly his very thick and ample breasts he has; His big nipples were straining in his white collared office shirt and holy shit the buttons are stressing the fuck out as they tried to keep his shirt together without the shirt breaking because of his big, ample heaving breasts. Overall, he has an old guy with a pretty weird body shape. You did not mind and just mind your business. But suddenly, that all changed when it was night and you were returning after working all-day-long and you were next to Bruce when the junk in your pants grew harder, thicker, and longer than usual. Your dick was normal size, at least 5 inches in length, but it had surprisingly grown to a scarily 10 inches. What the fuck…And not only that, but your heart was beating rapidly, and there was a pang of passionate lust go through your heart. Who was that lust for? Bruce. Bruce obviously. Just look at his build—your body almost could not resist his fairly voluptuous and curvy body. When you looked down however, you saw that Bruce had produced a dampness in between his barely covered ass cheeks and his big chubby nipples hardened. Hell, even before that, you could see the outline of his chubby nipples straining in his shirt. So, what was that sudden lustful attraction to him? Pheromones. Most specifically, Bruce’s pheromones. The fuck…You thought that it only happened to acutal animals in the wild, not humans. Okay, maybe demi-human since Bruce is one. Bruce was not the type of person to mess around with because of his gruff personality that kind of turned others off; But surprisingly, not you since you find it kind of hot and arousing when they are angry and mean. You were behind Bruce, and the voluptuous cowman said to himself, in a rough and gruff voice…

“(He sighs)…I hate this fucking work day…”