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Story by the_red_hobgoblin

Been a minute since I wrote anything, but have had a few stories noodling around and finally convinced myself to actually try to get something out since it is better than nothing. This story isn’t a complete work, but maybe I will try to wrap it up at a later date if people seem to like it. I want to at least get something out there since I just seem to be sitting on most of the stuff I start and end up never finishing.

If you are familiar with my other stories, you’ll know what to expect. If not, I take inspiration and write about futa typically depicted by artists such as Reddyheart, Buffcakes, What A Mass, and dozens of other amazingly talented artists.

Basically, big muscle dommy mommy futas. The bigger the better.

Anyways, if that is your thing as well, read on. If not, don’t.

All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18.

“Yo, Brad! I got us a half case of beer and a fifth of vodka! Been too long since we last partied, bro!” Teddy’s foot falls echoed off the wooden stairs as he descended down the side entrance stairwell into the basement as he had hundreds of times years past.

It had been almost two years since he was last home. After college, he’d moved out, found a job in a city hundreds of miles away from friends and family, and had been so busy and wrapped up in his own life that he had almost lost contact with one of his best friends since high school: Brad. Then, almost out of the blue, he’d gotten a text from him. That was months ago, and since then they had been texting back and forth constantly until finally Teddy made a planned return visit just so they could hang out, reminisce, and try to relive some of the good old days.

“Brad? You down here?”

The basement was dark and quiet. Teddy pulled out his phone and checked the time. Brad had told him he should be home from work around now, and no other messages had come in. He reached over to flip the light switch and illuminated the massive underground dwelling.

In high school, Brad’s basement was the place to hang out. It was massive and spacious. It had a lofty ten foot floor to ceiling height with no walls or dividers at all. Brad’s parents had never fully renovated it, but Brad and Teddy had scrounged up some old carpet and furniture and turned it into their own pad. Posters of their favorite bands, video games, and risque models had adorned the walls and old sheets and blankets had been draped to create a small side room to allow them some privacy: mostly when they had smuggled beer to the basement and needed an extra barrier to keep Brad’s snooping mom from catching them drinking. Brad eventually made it his bedroom as well, since he and his friends spent so much time down there.

Now, though, his one time prime hang out location was completely different.

Most of the posters were gone, just a few of the bikini clad vixens still graced the walls. A single, massive, and worn out sofa that appeared to dip low in the middle sat near the back just across from a big screen TV sitting atop a large wooden crate. On the floor between the two appears to be an old ratty rug as well as a sleek new game console and a couple of controllers.

Those changes weren’t as much of a shock to Teddy as what he noticed next. The corner adjacent to the sofa set up was a bed. It looked to be larger than a King size and instead of a box spring the mattress was resting upon a dozen rubber tires roughly bound together in a metal frame. Strewn across the floor by the bed were dozens of piles of clothes, seemingly discarded or what appeared to be partially in tatters.

Teddy was only momentarily taken aback by the strange bed. The rest of the basement was filled with what he could only summarize as a personal gym.

Brad and Teddy had never been much into sports or physical fitness. What he saw now appeared to indicate that not only that Brad likely was now big into exercise but that he was also a dedicated powerlifter. Giant metal frames housed what had to be huge giant solid steel rods with stacks of racks of enormous round plates. Most didn’t seem to have any weight values printed on them and appeared rough in appearance, almost as if they were custom made. He guessed that none were less than a hundred pounds each and couldn’t imagine how much weight actually rested there now.

Several different benches were adjacent. All appeared to be made with reinforced steel and larger in scale than what Teddy assumed most standard equipment would be. And in another far corner appeared to be a shower. There was no stall or containment to it. Instead, the floor and walls were tiled with a single massive grated drain in the middle, right underneath an oversized shower head that was built into the ceiling.

He skirted around the weights and equipment until he reached the sofa area. Settling the beer and liquor down, he slumped into the couch. Immediately, he felt himself sink deep into the cushions which seemed to have become smashed o

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