Coxmic Shirt Rip


Written by Septia.


-Bbrrzt- The camera flicked on to the view of a massive pair of lips, a tongue peeking out between them to sweep past the smooth skin. 
	“Wassup, whores,” the lips spoke as they moved back, Gwan showing himself off against the backdrop of the porcelain bathroom. 
	“SimHanDae here to shoot out a special hunk of mmfmpfh,” he smacked his palm onto his abs, curling his thumb and ring finger around one and straining his gut so it filled out the sparing of his fingers, “Coxmic content to splurge right into your eyeballs. So, today I'm running solo, for now… Sis's been hogging my screen time.” he said with his lips puckering to a smooch. He let the camera drone angle around him, getting a close up of his side, raising arms in a strongman to show off the stacks of taut obliques, each about a half bar of soap wide. Dressed in not but a crotch strap and sneakers, showing off his smooth, slenderly bulked physique. When the camera had realigned to a front shot Gwan was holding a shirt four sizes too big, showing the name Seum scribbled inside. 
	“Blink and you're a slut,” he teased and donned the shirt, letting it sag down his side so you could easily fit an energy drink in each gap. A series of calm breaths, chest raising the fabric with each breath. He held his arms forwards……. 
	“Mff…gnnnrrng……” He grunted, with a crackle of his knuckles pulling back his arms, bent and strained. A faint howl came from the gusts of air forced out through the sleeves as they congested with a woven explosion of mass. -Chhrrn- His biceps protruded with such force that it sent ripples up the sleeves, though the space it had to shift was undiminished as the vacuum was consumed by his engorging biceps.What had been buff arms transformed into bulk closer associated to thighs, as Gwan groaned his muscles followed suit, the tension gathered in his forearms vibrating with the air around them to an inflating hum. The oversized shirt sleeves crawled back up his arm as the hills of his biceps dragged it along, the ends getting caught up in the crevice between his bicep and brachioradials. As the two hills of brawn surged forth the sleeve ends remained clamped between, pinned in the bulldozing clutches of beef. -Chnnnngg- the shirt sleeves stretched taut as a drumskin. 
	…“Gnnghhrn…” Gwan grunted, and slowly tilted back straight, crossing his fists by the wrists as they raised up over his face, the bulging musculature meeting in the middle to completely block out the view of him, were it not for that tuft of shaking pink hair above. Then, the fists parted, revealing the smirk coupled with those warm eyes. 
	“Thanks for lending out your shirt, bro. Gnngghagaaa.” He growled and snapped his arms out wide in a proper strongman, the camera picking up the outline of veins cropping up under the fabric, until the arms locked into position and the eruption of energy -Chhrrrstch- tore through the flexed fabric. With the sound of a lawnmower crossing a bundle of fabric Gwan's biceps erupted out in a burst of tatters, -Bwwnng- brachials clapping together flat at the angle of his bolstered arms. The ruptured sleeves left the front of the shirt slacking, though it swung outwards as fast as it had inwards, Gwan huffing and sweating as he pulled his arms further and further back to jut out his chest. The slack shirt clenched around this torso, defining the outlines of his bulbous chest and passing the length of his face, and the rack of abs below tucked up taut in the shirt, threatening to shred it into a net around the hump’s rigid contours. The camera panning down to show the tensed brim of the shirt flapping like an umbrella down a wind tunnel, and underneath the emergence of quads and calves, his brawn rattling with latent tension, creaking in as each solid leg morphed to an hourglass shape with his inflating thighs and calves bulbing around the knee at its center. 
	“Mgmngn, gngn, seriously bro,” Gwan huffed, snickering, the features of raw brawn ineffective on his snarky demeanor, “thought it'd be less of a snug fit than this.” 
	-Ckkrrkskfkt- -Rthhhccth- -Bbwwnngh- with a bound of tumultous energy his entire body rippled with energy, muscular pecs the size of toilet seats unleashed under the clutches of the ripped cloth, bursting up to the neck and down to the bottom rim with ruptures aligning with the contours of his abs and obliques, shredding the shirt in an explosion of muscles. The petals of white cloth lobbing off around him, the bud blooming into a bulwark of bolstered brawn. His pecs rippling in from the aftershock, bobbing as they ballooned, stuffed with solidifying cement; supple under enough force, hard as steel to the touch.


-Ckkrr- -ccrkk- A creaking of precariously stacked porcelain echoed beneath him. Gwan’s brow furrowed at the noise., then warped into a curt glee. 
	“Hard to tear your eyes off me, huh, but shift down, thin, I think I am not quite done,” he huffed out as the camera lowered, angled towards the ground where Gwan's lime and purple pattern rimmed sneakers laid partially obscured under the bulk of his engulfed calves. The shoes were pulsating, lace unravelling, yet soon clutched into a tangled knot. -Crrkckth- underneath them one could see the porcelain floor, divoted in fractures vaguely outlining the sneakers, with thin fractures crawling out from the point where a mounting weight gathered. 
	“Hangings. …Just…” he huffed out, shifting his feet, the creaking of the soles grinding to the floor accompanying a series of new cracks, -Chhrt- seams coming undone around the base where the plastine fabric jostled the most. Gaps rupturing through and intenral pressure bending off the rubber adornments along the sporty sole accessories. -Hthwhth- Then all unwrapped, chunks of sneaker flung off with the fanfare of dropping an anvil on a bottle of wine, in the place from under the flaps of sneaker emerged feet suitable for Gwan's physique, yet making the previous footwear look like a child's toy. 
	“Phhaa, haha, drat, gonna have to swing by for a new pair, but mfms, saww is this.” He huffed out and wrapped his arms down in front crab pose, shifting side to side so a choire of squeaking sneaker straps and cloth flaps accompanied the motions of his unleashed bulk, “feels soo freeing.” Further, crunches of innocent ceramics sponsored the display of beefy grandeur, taking a step forth Gwan left a crater — concentrated around his crackling footprints — the size of a cauldron. 


As Gwan let the camera drone circle around him, zooming on rattling trapezoids and undulating abs, there came a decisive banging on the door. 
	“If you're gonna record in secret you could at least keep it down, you nut head.” Yun's voice came from the other side of the door. 
	“I just can't, uunnhmmf heeelp it,” Gwan said and posed in profile so the camera could pick upthe opening door on one side of the screen and him flaunting his muscles on the other. 
	“OOo, you absolute bitch,” Yun said with a smoothness and charm to her cutting words, whilst Gwan merely humped out his chest to a rhythm that bobbed his pecs, and casually massaged the top apexes of his raised biceps with the corresponding palm, the bicep buffed thick enough he could grapple onto it with just a flick of his wrist. 
	“And still, even if he's flaunting, that coward wears the stretching strap,” Yun said and pounced on his back, prying up the rim of the underwear with her finger. 
	“Mfms, you whore.” 
	“Whore's don't give it away for free,” she snapped back, and let the rim snap back with a lockers- crack, “but you do.” 
	the band burst and the garnet dropped onto the floor, unleashing Gwan's cantelope jewels and baseball bat cock, the thick pillar of flesh throbbing as his sisters palms knew just where to massage whilst her billowing cleavage kneaded into his tight ham. 
	“Ooh yeha et a good angle of that muscle,” yun teased as she reached around, barely getting her whole embrace around his buffed out abdomen to stroke and the bobbing mast.” This bitch got bulk bulging like a bunch of boiled broccoli,” she teased and caressed up along this protruding hills of abdominal and obliques, the size of half a forearm, to the taut, bunched up biceps and radials, “and he thinks he can keep all of this to himself.” 
	“Aahwr, heck sis you are not stopping now,” Gwan huffed out and ground her back into the shower, bending the rubber door aside by the hump of his brawn, and then turned to pin her up against the corner with his slab of a cock battering against her breasts. 
	“Mmm,” Yun hummed, “I am feeling sausage and ham for breakfast.” 


~ 1 ~


 “Did she just say that?” a blonde boy said, wiping away a few locks of his whey hued hair as he leaned back in the couch. 
	“Bet your bottom jewels, that bitch did” another boy, relaxed in the same couch said with a smirk. “So, how do you like it so far?” 
	“the blonde rubbed at the back of his head. “To be entirely honest, I still wish I'd started doing this with you years ago.” He admitted, and turned his head away from the video feed, meeting the gaze of the smiling soot haired body builder, having to aim his gaze down a bit to compensate for the difference in height. 
	The black haired stood up, going in eye level, and wrapping an arm around the other's shoulder. “If you like this stuff, then I've got a whole heck of a world of content to share with you.” 
	The blonde laid an arm at his friend's lap. “And I cannot wait.”