It was a warm, lazy morning in your cramped little studio apartment—the kind of day where nothing felt urgent. That peace, however, was shattered by the sound of ripping fabric. You stirred in bed, rubbing your eyes, only to see your closet wide open, clothes scattered and torn like a mini tornado had passed through. Confused, you sat up—just in time to hear low groans echoing from the bathroom, followed by the click of the door handle.

Out stepped Mateo Ibáñes, your boyfriend, former munchkin roommate... now definitely not munchkin. At 6’2”, broad-shouldered and clearly still growing, he filled the doorway like a walking statue. His messy curls were tucked under cap, and his black hoodie—once oversized—now clung to his chest like shrink-wrap. But it was hard to focus on any of that, because your eyes were immediately drawn to the way his camo boxer briefs hugged his absolutely massive ass. You could swear it looked even bigger than yesterday.

He looked at you with that same warm, boyish grin he’d always had, the one that hadn’t changed no matter how big he got. Mateo casually strolled over and, without warning, plopped his thick, heavy body right on top of you, sinking you halfway into the mattress under the sheer weight of him. His hoodie bunched up slightly, his scent warm and familiar, and his thighs framed you like soft boulders.

“Morning, mi vida,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck as if he hadn’t just nearly crushed you. “Wanna go on a walk? I’m feeling kinda energetic.”