Posted Wed Dec 16, 2015 | 124 Words | Tagged story

He’s taken the formula the guys at the gym gave him. They felt sorry for him trying his hardest but seeing very little results. He couldn’t stop flexing in his mirror, feeling his muscles grow in. He just enjoyed moving his stronger muscle filled arms.

He rubbed his hands over his chest, feeling the muscle even lightly. He had to feel them for real. He felt the strength in him, and he heard tearing as the tank he was wearing tore into half. He felt nothing but glee knowing he had the raw power to shred it.

He looked down and saw his, HIS muscles. He had to head to the gym as soon as he could and thank his bros for the help.