Brandon stood in the warm sunroom clad in only a skimpy posing thong, a bottle of oil in one hand and video camera in the other. The hog was already covered in a light sweat from all the time he'd spent getting sunkissed that day, but he preferred the slicker sheen of mineral oil whenever he went on camera for his fans. 

He set the camera on the nearby tripod. The sunroom was one of his favorite places to make status update videos, especially in the bright heat of summer. The lighting was great, especially when the sun bounced off all the mirrors and trophies and medals that decorated nearly every room in Brandon's house. 

The pig was a huge name in the bodybuilding circuit, winning every competetion he took part in. He'd managed to turn the slobbish hog stereotype on it's head, becoming one of the biggest competetiors to ever be seen. Over 6 feet tall, and soon to push over the 350 lb barrier, Brandon was the target of envy and lust for a huge following of people. People who ensured that he could live in a huge house and buy anything he could ever want, and all Brandon had to do was put out regular videos of his massive body. He was more than vain enough to see it as a fair trade. 

Brandon turned the camcorder on and launched into a long talk about how his body had changed since the last video. His big hands rubbed oil over every inch of pink, fuzzy skin, working his way methodically over every muscle group as he talked about his gains. One of the big reasons he had such a dedicated following was that he only ever made gains. His muscles only got bigger, and thousands of men delighted in sharing in his vascular glory, amazed that someone could so consistently gain muscle mass without ever losing a centimeter. 

He paid special attention to his pectorals. Every one of his muscles was huge and worthy of adoration, but he took particular pride his his pecs. They were massively wide, and stuck out so far that he could almost use them as an umbrella for a shorter man, capped with huge brown nipples. The tight crevice between them was inches deep, and they were staring to get so big that they were soon going to be pushing up against his chin. They were amazingly sensitive, as well, and he always got a little stirring in his stretched out posing strap whenever he greased them up. 

That's why he always left his pecs for last. He tried to keep his status videos as tame as possible, keeping the other kind of video behind a bigger paywall. The teasing glimpse of his growing bulge always got him a few new subscribers with every video, so it worked out well. 

When he was done taping himself, Brandon was glad to find that he had a bit of a break before his next task. He spent his time waiting working out, giving himself a nice little pump before his appointment. Videos of him posing, flexing, jerking off, even using a dildo on himself brought in a lot of cash, but they paled in comparison to the dough he raked in making personal appointments. 

He would never call himself an escort, although someone usually did end up getting fucked. The sex was never the main point, usually just an afterthought when everyone got super horny. Sometimes it was just a personal flexing session, sometimes it as a massage. With increasing frequency, it was a special kind of appointment that detailed Brandon's big secret behind his mass bulking. 

It was all thanks to an old coach of his, a grumpy horse who noticed Brandon's drive for success, and his excellent gaining genes. He had known about eating people alive and whole since he was a teen, but he never thought he'd get the chance to actually do it. He'd taken to it like a fish to water, having an amazingly easy time of shoving other men up his beefy ass or, more rarely, swallowing them down whole through an unhinged jaw. 

He'd done so well that he'd even pioneered a new form of vore. He wasn't sure if he was really the first to do it, or if it's just so rare a thing for someone to even want to do, let alone go through with it. He had been so frustrated that regular methods of consumption never bulked up his chest as much as he wanted. The all-over muscle gain was nice for keeping himself proportionate, but he wanted to be able to get the big pecs of his dreams without spending hours and hours on a single machine. 

Playing with his nipples had been part of his sex life for years, and he was easily able to get them nice and stiff and then fiddle with the puffy tips, slowly working them open until he was able to finger the hard nubs. The pleasure was mind-blowing, but it gave him some ideas. The only problem was that it was painful trying to shove a whole man up into his pec. There just wasn't enough space in whatever small place they were forced into, and doing two at a time was out of the question and that seriously bothered Brandon's need for proportionate pecs. Luckily, a desperately horny fan had given Brandon the solution to his problems during a particurly interesting cam session, and his pec gains started to go off the charts. 

The loud chime of his doorbell shook  Brandon of his workout zone. Time always flew by whenever he excercised, but he was glad for the interruption. He gave himself a once over in a mirror, glad to see the oily sheen hadn't dulled at all. His pecs and bulge bounced as he walked to the backdoor, a special hidden entrance he used for his more perverse appointments. 

He opened the door and smirked. The waiting rabbit already had a tent in his shorts, his hands shaking a bit from nerves and excitement. He was all-around average, but looked like a short teenager next to Brandon. He was only 23, a full ten years younger than the hog, and slim. 

"Holy shit." The rabbit said when he caught sight of Brandon, his jaw dropping. He had never seen a fur as big as Brandon, especially not so close and in such skimpy clothing. His tent jumped up, a little dot of fluid already marking the shorts. "I mean, hello, I'm Ryan. I'm so honored to meet you, Mr. Branch." He said after a moment, blushing at his exclamation. 

"Hah, don't worry about it, a lot of guys react like that. And please, call me Brandon." The big hog said, trying to put his new friend at ease. A lot of guys wanted there to be some kind of domination aspect to things, but Brandon knew this wasn't one of those situations. "So you're 'YoungDadMuscleFan', huh?" 

"Yes, I am." Ryan said, fidgeting awkwardly. "I've never...done something like this. Do you still want to...go through with it?" He asked, obviously feeling unsure about how to go about things. 

"Fuck yeah I do, buddy. I'm lookin forward to it. Are you? Can't help but notice that for a young dad, you don't have any kids with ya." 

"YES! I want to," Ryan yelled, flustered and excited. "They're in the car. The seat is a little heavy and I thought that it would, ya know, be hot, if you carried them in here." 

Brandon agreed, more for Ryan's benefit than his own. Cubs didn't neccessarily do much for Brandon's lusts, preferring the sensations of eating them with his nipples to any kind of pleasure the cub itself could bring. A lot of the guys who came forward with this kind of thing were into some kinky shit, though, and Brandon thought it was the least he could do to aid that in exchange for a good meal. 

Ryan lead him over to his nearby car, a nondescript minivan that screamed suburbs. Ryan's hands still shook as he opened the side door, revealing the waiting bounty. Ryan made to check in on his kids, but stopped himself, gesturing for Brandon to get them instead. That was the sort of thing that made Brandon's cock twitch, a guy with strong paternal instincts who still wanted to feed his sons to some huge bodybuilder's muscles. 

Brandon leaned into the minivan, his frame barely fitting through the side door. Two little bunny boys sat in twin carseat, still sleeping from the long car drive. Ryan had only given sparse details in their emails, saying he had a set of twin boys about 20 months old, both healthy and happy. The rabbit didn't offer any details about a Mom or other family, and Brandon wasn't gonna ask. 

"They're adorable." Brandon said quietly, gently starting to unstrap the seat from the car.

Ryan tried to help explain how to get them out, something most people had trouble with, but realized that this wasn't the first time that the big hog had unstrapped some kids from a car. 

"Thank you," He said instead, eyes riveted to the way Brandon's back muscles shifted underneath his sweaty skin. "The one with the tan ears is Angus, and the one with the dark brown ears is Chuck."

"Those some fake names? Or are you just one kinky, scheming Dad?" Brandon cracked. It wasn't uncommon for people to use false names for this kind of thing, especially ones related to food. 

"Real names, actually. This is a very, very big fantasy for me." Ryan said, surprising Brandon. "I've been a fan of yours for a long time. I've dreamed about this for years." 

"That's real nice of you to say, bud." Brandon said as he carefully removed his frame from the car, easily holding the baby carrier in one hand. "Why don't we go make that dream a reality, yeah?" 

His free hand grabbed hold of Ryan's shoulders, his palm spaning almost the entire width. He guided the young Dad to his playroom, making sure to carry the seat down low near his wobbling bulge. Sure enough, Ryan's were practically glued to the sight of his two sons being so close to the fat, sweaty cock bulge pushing out of Brandon's posers. The boys started to wake up at this point, thankfully silent as their curious eyes looked up at Brandon's bouncing bulge.

"So, how is this gonna happen?" Ryan asked as he was pushed onto the playroom couch. 

"That depends. We could play around a little first, either just us, or us and the boys, just me and the boys...you're the one paying for this, Dad, so it can go down however you want. How does your fantasy usually play out?" Brandon asked as he heaved himself down onto the couch, leaving the boys sitting on the floor between his spread thighs, his bulge hanging down low towards them.  

"It's always eat first, play later. I, uh, usually hold one while you hold the other, feeding them to you at the same time, ya know? Making sure each perfect pec grows at the same rate." Ryan says in a husky voice, playing with his own bulge. 

"Nice, nice. I like the sound of that, keeps me even. How about the play after?" Brandon asks, his heavy cock growing inside his thong. 

"You fuck me with your pecs right in my face." Ryan said bluntly, his cheeks going red again. 

"Nothing wrong with that!" Brandon laughed. 

"Wanna get started, then?" Ryan asked, a relieved smile on his face. 

Brandon nodded, and Ryan stood up and started stripping off his clothes. Neither man paid much attention to his slim frame. When he was totally naked, Ryan crouched down and did the same to his sons, getting rid of diapers and blankets so Brandon could have a pure dose of meat and protein.

"Should I get naked, too?" Brandon asked, watching at how Ryan handled his sons so sweetly and delicately, getting them ready to be consumed. 

"No, keep the thong on. It looks so hot." Ryan said as he stood up, his cock jutting out from his fuzzy crotch, a toddler in each arm.  "Here, you take Chuck, he's a little better with strangers." 

Brandon accepted the small child, cradling him in the crook of his massive arm. His free hand wrapped around Ryan's waist, pulling him closer so the man could stradle his thick thigh. The Dad whimpered as he looked at his son so close to the huge pec, already getting covered in sweat and oil. 

"Why don't you help me get ready, Ryan." Brandon suggested, taking one of his nipples between his thick fingers, tweaking and pulling at it. 

Ryan complied, reaching a shaking hand up to Brandon's other nipple. He tentively gripped the big nub, exploring it gently with his fingers. The wide areola felt velvet soft, and the long nipple was just the slightest bit rough to the touch. He was embolded as he watched Brandon get a little tough on his other nip. Ryan pulled and pinched as best he could, feeling the flesh firm up under his treatment. 

As the nipple got harder, the puffy tip started to part a little. He had noticed a similar sight with his wife's breasts, a tiny little dot on her nipple for milk, but Brandon's was already much bigger than hers. The opening yawned open then puckered shut, over and over, driving Ryan's libido up the wall. 

He teased a finger against the hole,  rewarded with a deep groan from the hog. He tried to push a finger inside, happy to find that the nipple easily accepted the digit. Brandon did the same to the other nipple, the two men taking a few minutes to finger the nipples deep. A whimpering groan tore out of Ryan's chest as his finger squished into a tight heat, barely able to feel the strange pocket of humid space inside the dense muscle. 

"Hnng, bud, you're gettin my pecs so fuckin hungry." Brandon rumbled, smirking at the full-body flush his words brought out of the rabbit. 

Ryan's dick throbbed and stood straight up, and for a moment Brandon was worried the man would blow his load and then wanna leave. Instead, the rabbit hissed a little and closed his eyes shut, breathing deeply until he had more control of his cock. 

"Hungry enough to eat my boys?" Ryan asked as he opened his eyes, the haze of lust starting to cloud them over. 

"You fuckin know it, man. You gonna feed me your baby sons, huh?" Brandon asked in response.

"Let's do it, Brandon. I want you to eat them with your pecs." Ryan groaned, nodding furiously.

They removed their fingers from Brandon's nipples with a soft pop, then brought the boys up close to the thick stems of flesh. Both Angus and Chuck's noses twitched, their sensitive olfactory senses teased with the musky scent of Brandon's sweaty body. Sweat dripped down across the man's round pecs, forming little droplets on his pointed nipples. 

Brandon and Ryan poked the babies mouths against his fat nipples. They were still young enough to latch on naturally, each boy opening their mouths wide to try and fit the wide nub into their mouths. Brandon rumbled loudly in his chest, his eyes rolling back as both sensitive nipples were licked and suckled by underage mouths. 

"That's it, boys, get them nice and wet." Brandon mumbled. 

He could feel their tongues start to poke down into his nipples as the tips widened. When their tongues started to get sucked deeper into the nipple, both boys stopped suckling and opening their mouths in surprise, unused to having their tongues tugged at. Brandon capitlized at this and pressed Chuck against the opening, pushing the boys lips inside. Ryan quickly copied the action, shushing and patting Angus with his free hand to keep him calm. 

The tips of Brandon's nipples started to open up under the steady pressure, the sweaty flesh yawning open and sliding around noses and chins. Brandon cradled his boy close, hugging him tight with his huge muscles as he pressed the toddler deeper and deeper into his nipple. Ryan hugged his son as well, both men keeping the boys held tight against the hungry nips. 

"See that? That's what it looks like when a fuckin adult man's nipple starts to eat a cute little boy." Brandon grinned, cock throbbing in his thong as his nipples stretched wider and wider. "Keep on pressing, dude, we gotta get them all the way in there." 

The rubbery skin of Brandon's nipples stretched around the boys' faces. Within a few minutes, he'd gotten around the crest of their heads, and they quickly sunk deeper into his chest as the backs of their heads disappeared from view. 

Angus and Chuck started to fuss at that point, unhappy with having a thick nipple-mouth around their necks. Ryan made an odd noise, somewhere between a shoosh and a grunt as his cock throbbed against his stomach. 

"It's okay, boys, it's okay. You're gonna be okay, just gonna get turned into muscle." He soothed, gripping the boys squirming legs and pushing harder against the nipple. 

"Once the shoulders are in it's easy sailing." Brandon groaned. "Then I can eat these fuckin toddlers nice and easy." 

There were two greasy, oily pops in quick succession, and then the boys were shoulder deep. Brandon bellowed as his thick nipples were suddenly stretched so wide, the burning ache going right to his dick. 

"That's the fuckin stuff," The hog said. "Look, man, my pecs are already gettin bigger. Keep goin, Daddy!" He cheered. 

His pecs had indeed started to swell up, the heads of the two cubs inflating his chest a little bit. He bunched and flexed them, helping by drawing them deeper into his nipples. True to Brandon's word, their squirming forms were devoured quicker now. 

"Eat my boys, Brandon, fuckin eat them with your godly pecs." Ryan panted, humping his dick against the bodybuilder's firm thigh. 

"I am, buddy, I am! Look at that, two cute little baby butts stickin out of my fat hog nips." Brandon said, pushing his chest up and making the plush baby buns wiggle around.

Ryan gave each a quick lick, his slimy tongue tasting his son's assholes for the first and last time. With a needy whine, the rabbit put a hand on each ass and pushed hard and fast, desperate to see them disppear inside the rubbery nipples. 

"Woah, fuck, c'mon Ryan, feed 'em too me!" Brandon cheered, egging the Dad on. "Gotta get those cubs inside my pecs. Feed your sons to these muscles, make my pecs swell out and get super fuckin huge!"

The infant's cries were more and more muffled, barely audible over the men's grunting and groaning. Brandon spread his huge arms wide, subtly showing himself off as he let the lust-addled Dad push Chuck and Angus's asses into his nipples. When the cub's knees were at the tips of his pouting nips, Brandon stopped the Dad by grabbing a hold of his hands, moaning deep in his stuffed chest as he gently pushed the rabbit off his thigh and stood up. The two infants were stuck enough in his chest that they no longer needed support to keep from falling out. 

"I got an idea, you'll fuckin love it." Brandon said when Ryan started to protest the interruption. 

"Just eat my cubs and you can do whatever you want." He panted, uncontrollaby humping the air and drooling all over his chest. 

Brandon pushed the rabbit over to a nearby mirror, sliding him behind him until they were pressed tight together. Ryan was short enough that his head was just level with the bottom half of Brandon's pectorals, and the big hog took advantage of that. He hugged the man tight against him, wedging the bunny ears and top half of his head into the sweaty crevice between his muscles. 

Ryan's eyes were huge as he looked at the reflection. It looked like he was getting teabagged by the two massive mounds of muscle from how they were perched on top of his head. He could see both sets of paws hanging in his periphreal vision, but he focused mainly on the mirror where he could see the entire picture. He could feel a faint wriggling against his ears, the terrified struggles of his children cushioned by the dense layers of muscle. 

"You're perfect." Ryan whispered in amazement. 

"All thanks to you, buddy. See how good Chuck and Angus look as muscle fuel?" Brandon cooed, wrapping his arms around the quaking Dad and rubbing his big hands up and down the rabbit's slim chest. 

His clients always got excited, of course, but Ryan might have been his most emotional client yet. He wasn't very open with them, but he could tell from looking at the man's eyes that he was undergoing some very intense feelings as he lived out his ultimate fantasy. 

"They were born for this. For you. I want you to know that, Brandon, they were fuckin born to be your pecfood." Ryan said, his voice choked with lust. "I know it's wrong but this is the only reason I stopped wearing condoms." He confessed.

Brandon was shocked, and incredibly aroused. His number one kink was the strange insanity his muscles brought out in other men, and Ryan was scratching that particular itch very well. 

"Nothin wrong about letting your sons fulfill their destiny, Ryan," Brandon rumbled, "Like you said, this is why you made them. To feed me, make me bigger and stronger. It'd be cruel to rob them of that fate." He said.

He grunted and flexed his pecs, the dangling legs jumping up as they were slurped down another inch, drawn in entirely by the force of the hog's muscles. 

"Yes, cruel to let them live. God, do that again." Ryan moaned.

Brandon obliged, bunching and bouncing his dripping pecs on top of the Dad's head. Ryan groaned and drooled and whimpered as he watched the little pairs of legs disappear. Brandon's muscles were truly massive now that most of the cubs were inside, finally able to touch the bottom of his chin with the top of their distended curve. 

Brandon once again stopped when all that was left of the boys were little wriggling toes sticking out of his nipples. They were finally starting to slow down, the boy getting sluggish as the wet, sticky muscles on the inside of Brandon's chest pressed down tight around them. 

"The honor is all yours, Dad." 

Ryan pulled his head out of the damp crevice with a wet shlick, hastily turning around and standing up on his tip toes. He gave a soft, gentle, paternal kiss to each nipple, pressing forward and pushing the tiny toes fully into the heaving chest. Soothing words of love, comfort, and pride followed them. 

He pulled back once the deed was done, pinprick eyes looking at the ends of the nipples. Still hard and puffy, the tips were closed now, greasy brown puckers at the end of a stiff shaft. A ragged moan tore out of his throat, and the gates were unleashed. He went wild with esctatic pec worship, dragging his tongue every over inch of the massive mounds of muscle, licking deep into the crevice and slurping over the huge nipples. 

Brandon moaned and laughed at the rabbit's enthusiasm, feeling a thick load of fatherly cum splatter against his posing strap as Ryan had a hands free orgasm. 

"That's it, bud, fuckin shoot that load! Hot watching your cubs get eaten by some fuckin pecs, huh?" He cheered, holding the man close and guiding his fevered face around his chest to help him lick any spots he might have missed. 

Ryan mumbled incoherantly against the sweaty skin, every thought about pecs, muscle, cubs, vore, and perfect Gods spilling across his tongue unhibited. 

"Oh my god, Brandon, you fuckin ate them," Ryan gasped when he paused his sloppy worship, face dripping with sweat, spit, and oil. "Fuck me. Please, god, you need to fuck me, NOW! I'm clean and ready, just fuckin do it." He said before going back to licking and slurping over the wriggling muscles. 

Brandon roared his approval, easily tearing off his skimpy pair of posers and spreading sweat and oil around his hefty cock. He left the rabbit to his own worshipful devices, smirking as Ryan rubbed his face directly against the squirming bulge Chuck made in his pec. He could hear the man whispering to his cubs, telling them to let it happen and make Brandon's pecs bigger. 

"Enjoy that squirming while you can, it's airtight in those puppies and if smothering doesn't get them, the digestion sure will." The hog smirked. 

As if on cue, both of his pecs gave a loud gurgling sound, his body finally recognizing that the dual gullets were sealed and progress could begin. Brandon moved a hand down to grobe at Ryan's slim ass, finger immediatly sinking into the warm hole. True to his word, the hole felt clean and stretched, leftover lube making the entry of a second finger smooth as butter. 

"Tell me how it happens," Ryan pleaded, "So hard to find information about it, you gotta tell me what's happening in there." 

"I'm not too sure myself," Brandon confessed, drilling a third finger into Ryan's clutching hole to get him stretched enough for the hog's fat snake. "I know they get digested, better than if they were just in my stomach. No bones or nothin. I can tell ya that flexing these fuckers makes it go faster, like I'm gumming those boys into nutrients." Ryan moaned at that as Brandon bounced his pecs, a soft goopy squish resonating from inside the muscles. 

"Whoever is in there gets melted down, for sure. Taken all over my body for power and muscle, but of course most of it stays in my chest. There's some leftover material, but that's gonna be your last surprise." Brandon teased. 

"Digestin my cubs with your pecs, holy fuckin shit." Ryan sighed happily. Even though he came minutes earlier, his cock was still hard and leaking a meager stream of precum. 

His body jolted as he was lifted up for a second, Brandon's huge cock slamming into him in one long stroke. Both men howled, letting themselves get used to the feeling before Brandon started to fuck the Dad with long, even strokes, rubbing him up and down against his pecs.

"Fuckin nice hole, Ryan, nice and tight." The hog complimented. 

"Thanks, Brandon, you feel fuckin great in my hole. Fuck me while you digest my sons, fucker. Bounce your pecs right in my fuckin face and melt them down." He whined and gasped, tongue still slathering over the sweaty pecs even though it had gone numb from an overload of sensation. 

Brandon was more than happy to oblige, bouncing and flexing and heaving his big balls of muscle as his balls slapped loudly against his and Ryan's thighs. The gnawing noises from his chest got gooey and gummier quickly, the strange, transformative sweat easily eating through the tendereized young flesh. The boys had gone still,  they're death unnoticed by Brandon and Ryan. They were too focused on the end result to care about when their final moments were, the bodybuilder working his muscles hard and fast to digest the cubs. 

He couldn't resist letting his tongue loll out onto his chin as he felt a sudden rush of power and energy, his body flushing with digested infant. 

"It happened, didn't it?" Ryan asked with a shudder. "They're gone, aren't they? Melted down into pure muscle food." He humped his lapine cock against Brandon's firm gut, his tight balls on the verge of a second orgasm. 

"Not just muscle food, Daddy." Brandon growled. 

He guided Ryan's head away from it's current location of worship at the bottom of his left pec, settling the man's mouth onto one of his engorged nipples. Lust-crazed eyes looked up at him as they eagerly latched onto the nipple, the rabbit giving the perfect amount of tongue and teeth to stimulate the hog. 

"Remember that surprise, buddy?" Brandon moaned, feeling his pecs quiver, sloshing audibly. His masterful control over his muscles let him keep his nipples closed while he cooed at Ryan. "There's nothing solid left over once my pecs are done with cubs, but there is some liquid. God only knows why, but somethin in those innocent little cubs refuses to get turned into musclefood, and all that's left over is..." Brandon trailed off, relaxing the tight feeling in the nipple getting suckled and moaning loudly as he saw the look of fascination on the Dad's face.

A thick liquid trickled into Ryan's mouth, drawn by his slurping suckles. A sinfully sweet taste flooded over his tongue. It tasted vaguely like formula, but much tastier. It was almost the consistecy of cum, dripping thickly down his throat. His cock shot off again, a much smaller load brought out by the taste and knowledge that he was drinking down the remains of his son. 

"It's so sweet, like the fuckin essence of my pec-snuffed cubs." Ryan said, gargling the words as he popped off the nipple for a second. 

"Right? Tastes so fuckin good, wish I could drink it myself. But it's all for you, buddy, aaaallll for you, so you just drink your fill and let me pound that sweet ass." Brandon rumbled, forcefully guiding the man's mouth back to his nipple. 

Ryan slaked his thirst on the first nipple, drinking down a good five mouthfuls of slurried son. He moaned as Brandon guided him to the other nipple, his second pec still full of liquid. Ryan's belly bloated out a little as he drank down the leftovers of both his sons. 

With their victims gone, Brandon's pecs weren't quite so engorged and distended, but Ryan could definitely tell that they were bigger than when he'd came in. 

"Gonna cum now, buddy, I'm so fuckin close." Brandon grunted, having no more reason to postpone his spunk.

"Fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you." Ryan whispered, laying soft kisses all over the shining mounds as Brandon went to town on his ass.

The rabbit moaned in discomfort when the hog unloaded his huge balls into his hole, bloating him up even more as he was filled from both ends with thick ooze. Brandon let himself rut deep into Ryan, then gently held the man while they both came down from their sexual high. His softening cock slide out of the rabbit's loose hole with a wet pop, cum dripping down his thighs as cubby pec milk dripped down his chin. 

"God, Brandon," Ryan sighed, leaning heavily against the massive pig and nuzzling into the bulging pecs. "Seriously, thank you. That was...that was perfect. Just. Perfect. I don't even know what to say, I just...thank you." He said, a massive, happy smile on his face. 

Brandon smiled back, patting the man on the back before picking him up like a child and taking him to the nearby bathroom. 

"My pleasure, Ryan, really. You know I love taking care of my pecs, and that's the best way to do it. I'm gonna win another trophy for sure because of you." He praised. 

The two fell into a light conversation as they cleaned each other up, Ryan getting in a little more worship time as he listened to Brandon talk about his upcoming circuit schedule. When the hog and rabbit were clean and calm, they made their way back to the garage door entrance. 

"Oh, I almost forgot about payment." Ryan said, "Sorry, I got so caught up in your pecs and my boys, lemme run and get it real quick."

Brandon accepted the huge wad of cash with a grin. It was an easy business, having men pay him to to make their wildest dreams come true while pumping up his muscles and ensuring even more admirers and fans. 

"Thanks a lot, bud, I appreciate it. You have a safe drive back, all right?" 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be fine. Nothing could stop me from booking another appointment a year from now." Ryan said with a wink.

Brandon laughed heartily and waved the rabbit off. He returned to his home, already grabbing another bottle of oil to lube up his showered muscles. A man could never have enough worshipers.