Kurt slumped on the couch, running a hand through his thin, handsome frame. 'She dumped me, Logan. Just like that.'
Logan, 19 with his cute thin upper body and that impossibly fat, sexy booty, leaned in with a wicked grin. 'Make her jealous, bro. Hit the club with someone hotter.'
Kurt raised an eyebrow. 'You? Dress like a girl? That's your big idea?'
'Why not?' Logan shot back, voice sharp and teasing. 'I'm cute enough. Wig, makeup, crop top hugging my chest, those tight leggings stretched over this ass. She'll lose it seeing you with "her".'
Kurt laughed, but his eyes lingered. 'You'd really do that? For me?'
Logan stood tall, hips cocked. 'Hell yes. I'm not some submissive doll—I'm owning this. Let's make her sweat.'
They hashed it out over drinks, witty jabs flying. 'Your ex won't know what hit her,' Logan quipped. 'And if things get hot on the dance floor... well, that fat booty might just make you forget her.'
Kurt felt a spark, intrigued and already a bit horny at the thought. They prepped, Logan transforming. The tension built, bodies close, leading them toward the club—and an explosive night neither expected.
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