Oh Peter, he's one of my fans. Thou

Oh Peter, he's one of my fans. Thought I'd show him around. Peter, this is Jordan, a friend and my personal trainer."

Jordan held out his hand, and Peter shook it. Over Jordan's shoulder he could see Mario emptying a bag into his hand. Peter shook his head, but it was too late Mario was already reaching out towards Jordan.

Jordan gasped, almost coughing before collapsing backwards into Mario's arms. "Don't you see it? If you get inside Jordan we can be together, and nobody will suspect a thing."

"No, no I can't," Peter muttered.

"Why not? It's easy, especially someone as big as him."

"I don't want to," Peter pleaded.

Mario put an arm around Peter and led him over to the unconscious Jordan. "Look, it's easy," Marion pulled Peter to his knees behind Jordan.

"No, no, I don't want to."

Mario sighed and shook his head, he grasped Peter's shoulders and pushed him down onto Jordan's back. "It's easy you'll thank me afterwards."

Mario leaned on Peter as he started to melt into Jordan's back, but as he did Peter started to convulse. Mario stepped back confused by what might be going wrong.