New clothes and making out with John

The following days were no better for Robin, his condition making daily life much more difficult than it needed to be. The dizziness and nausea lasting for a little over a week would have been bad enough under the best of circumstances but with John thinking that Robin was his girlfriend, the situation was way worse. While Robin rested, John was busy being as helpful as he possibly could for the girlfriend he thought he had. Despite his objections, Robin found himself powerlessly watching as John took care of the apartment as well as Robin himself.

Robin did his best to direct John into causing as little damage as he could but time and again, he found himself thwarted. The first thing he tried to make clear to John was that he never wanted to wear his ex's stuff again, which Robin thought went well. John even went as far as boxing up everything of hers and either trashing or donating them. It did Robin's heart good to see John over her enough to finally end that chapter of his life, though the circumstances were obviously far from acceptable.

What Robin didn't expect was to wake up on the couch to the sound of John coming home with his arms filled with numerous bags. Tired and very slightly dizzy, Robin sat up and did his best to clear his head.

“Hi, honey. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, fine... what's all this?”

“Glad to hear you are feeling good again. While I was out I picked you up a few things,” John gestured to all of the bags.

“This looks like more than 'a few things',” Robin said with growing concern.

“Well, I know things are really rough for you at the moment so I figured I'd help you out until you can get back up on your feet. Here,” John sat next to Robin, placing a bag in his lap.

“You really shouldn't have,” Robin's face fell as he lifted up a black chemise by two tiny straps.

“I thought you'd like it,” John said leaning in for a kiss.

“Woooah,” Robin pushed John back, keeping him at arm's length.

“What is it?” he smirked, thinking that Robin was playing.

“This is too much. I can't accept this. You need to take this...all of this back!” Robin nearly shouted.

“It's not too much, babe. I love you and I want you to be happy.”

With a firm but gentle hand, John took hold of Robin's wrists and began pulling them behind his neck. His lips met the inside of Robin's wrist and slowly he began kissing down along his arm. Robin's heart raced, not ready for this deliberate display of affection. He began to panic, trying to find a way out of this without hurting John. Despite how much Robin hated this, John was still his best friend and it wasn't his fault he was acting like this.

As John's face got closer and closer to his own, Robin's mind was coming up empty on an extraction plan as he did his best to lean away. Unfortunately for Robin, time ran out. John's lips met his own and they began to kiss. His efforts to pull away only resulted in having John's large form on top of his smaller frame. As John kissed his mouth with a slow-building passion, his hand caressed Robin's thin neck down to his collarbone. Robin was stunned and suddenly all too aware of just how much larger John was than him. With the increase of passion came more movement from his body as John started to slowly grind himself into Robin, John's arousal pressing into him. Robin's groans of disgust were muffled and all too similar to moans of feminine pleasure, which only turned John on more.

John moved from Robin's lips to his ear, giving the lobe a small nibble while a hand found it's way to Robin's chest. Robin gasped for breath as John's fingers tweaked a nipple through his shirt. What he could only describe as a bolt of electricity shot through Robin from his nipple down his spine and back again. This time, the sound that came from Robin's mouth was truly a moan of pleasure, one that both surprised and terrified Robin. It was then that Robin was finally able to figure out a way out of the entanglement.

“I'm gonna throw up!” Robin nearly screamed.

John bolted up, worry on his face, as Robin scrambled out from under him. Robin sprinted to the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind him. He was still breathing heavily, his own arousal begging for attention.

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself.

Quickly ripping off his shirt to look down at his nipples, Robin's eye grew wide. The areolas were noticeably larger than he remembered them being and the nipples themselves were standing at attention. Robin reached up to touch them and as he grazed his fingers along the underside of one of them, he felt a duller but similar bolt. Down and up again came the electric felling and with it, his cock grew a little harder.

“What the fuck?!” Robin cried out.

“What is it? What happened? Are you okay?”

“Sorry...uh...yeah...I'm just dizzy again...I just thought it was over. Don't worry...totally fine,” Robin lied.

“Oh...so you are okay?”

“Just sick and dizzy again,”

“Can I do something? Get you something? Would you like me to come in?”

“No!...No. Thanks but I just want to stay in here by myself for a little while.”

“Okay...I'll just...I'll put your new things away.”

“Great...great...”

Robin looked in the mirror to get a better view of his chest and just stared. He had no idea why his nipples responded like that to being played with since they had never been that sensitive before. It was already weird enough without the extra complication that he discovered the sensations during a makeout session with John. He grimaced at the thought of it and began to think he might throw up for real. Another thing that began to worry him was a noticeable swelling in his chest appeared to be forming under the nipples.

“I should probably start working out more,” he told himself as he cupped the tiny mounds.