Story: I just got home from the gym and i. am. hungry! i need to feed my muscles, but, food just doesn't sound like what i want right now. but you...you look like you can give me what i need! i know how much you love my muscles, and how the sight of them make you weak. i strip off my sweatshirt and start flexing for you. you've eaten dinner already, so you're full and have energy. i have something you want, and, well, you have something i want. a fair trade off! my muscles make your one muscle throb, pulsate, twitch and grow. i am going to flex and drain all of your power, strength and any fuel that you have on reserve right into me, making me stronger, bigger and harder. with every flex and every contraction, i pull energy from you right into me. my plan is to leave you pale and lifeless. i can tell the process is already starting. the sight of my muscles alone turn you into a weak "man". you can feel the energy transfer. this is the best appetizer i could ever ask for. i place my hands on your body and the real transfer starts. i pull in one arm at a time, then both, draining you until i get the very last drop of your strength and manhood. while i grow and become stronger, you get colorless and weaker. you can't even speak anymore. it's like you're paralyzed. the process tingles and vibrates throughout my body. i continue flexing and contracting my muscles, taking your breath away at first, and then your strength, is a feeling of superiority. you have been milked dry...
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