Henry was a pretty average guy. He had a sort of physique that most guys that kept in shape had, yet not at all muscular. He had noticed that since puberty, he had grown an unusable fat ass. It would jiggle, not matter how much he tried to hide or constrain it.
One day, after coming home from the most boring day of his life, he found when he went to relax on his couch, he saw two remotes. He picked up both, examined it, however they both looked the same. He decided to press one, immediately turning the TV on. That left the question: "What does the other one do?" Henry pressed a button and felt tingling. After a few seconds of tingling, he knocked out onto the sofa...seemed to die.
When Henry woke up, he found himself in 18th century France. It was a summer's day here in the village. He actually woke up in a small alleyway that seemed to be the disposal of drunk men's piss. He hazily got up, still affected by the knock out before. He came out the alleyway and looked around in awe as he saw a vibrant village full of life. He had never seen this at all in his mundane life: so much colour and life. He roamed the bustling streets and slowly felt the heat rise within him. This added to the frequent looks by the locals at his clothes, which made him feel the need to go into something more appropriate.
Henry roamed and finally saw a store to get clothes. He went inside and looked at the clothes within. The store was quiet, still affected by the noise outside but still an escape. It was owned by an older gentleman.
"Bonjour boy. May I help you?" the older gentleman said in a thick French accent. He picked out some clothes and urged me to just try some on. Henry started to get weird vibes off him, but he thought it was just the shock from earlier. The gentleman wrapped the clothes and fitted it will around Henry, making sure to feel every part of his twinkish body. Henry, without realising, leaned into his touch. "Perfect fit boy... Now payment please." Henry was stunned. He hadn't had any French money, let alone from this time period.
"Umm monsieur. I don't have any." With those words from Henry, the gentleman's face turned from slight horniness, from Henry's body, to anger. He kept on pestering Henry, even swearing in French. Suddenly, the door flung open. A large figure with a built frame came in.
It was Gaston. It was a spitting image, such that Henry recognised him. This slowly led Henry to the answer to where he is. Gaston saw your trouble from the window, and decided to step in. He paid the gentleman and whispered into Henry's ears, "Now that I have given you something, my prince, you must return the favour." The implication was strong and it was only heightened by the way Gaston's muscles bulged and rippled under the thin fabric of his clothes.
As the store was quiet and the man had gone to the back, Gaston whisked Henry off his feet and carried me as if he was his damsel in distress. "Don't worry, my prince. Gaston will make you feel much better." Henry was confused why Gaston suddenly took a liking to him. "I have never seen a guy, come to this village, this stunning since..." Gaston broke off and couldn't finish the sentence, but having read the movie, you knew what princess he was talking about.
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