Hooked on…somthing

As his breasts grew and filled the cups of his bra and his hair fell into his face, Glen looked up as his buddy Ron.
“What?” Glen asked.
“Nothing…” Ron said shaking his head, “It’s just, how many times a week do you take these pills?”
Glen shrugged as he buttoned up his top, “I don’t know, maybe three times. Four times tops.” He said, blushing a bit.
“And you still don’t think they are bad news?” Ron asked.
Glen walked over to Ron and climbed onto his lap, “Do these feel like bad news to you?” He asked as he placed Ron’s hands on his chest, “Lets not worry about it tonight, besides I can quit anytime I want.”


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