Hey there I was wondering if you could help me out. I always been too lazy and shy, I was wondering if you could help me be the confidant, driven, hardworking been in and outside of work, cocky man I’ve always wanted to be.
Shy and lazy? I feel that on such a personal level...
Luckily for you, I have just the trick. Go ahead and close your eyes, and we'll transport you somewhere...
You open up your eyes and are shocked at first to find yourself in the middle of a gym locker room, with a handful of naked musclemen standing around you. Their muscles glisten underneath the bright fluorescents of the locker room, making their musculature pop even more noticeably.
Before you can ask what's happening, you finally feel the immense weight on your entire body. You look down at yourself and hold back a loud gasp at the sheer expanse of muscle that you now possess.
Your body is now massive, looking like it should belong to a competitive bodybuilder. Everything about you was huge. Your arms were so large that they hung akimbo at your side, your biceps resting atop flaring lats. Your pecs were so heavy and cumbersome, feeling enormous and swole as they protruded far out in front of you. To act as a counterbalance, your glutes had expanded to a large degree, looking more like you were smuggling two soccer balls in your pants.
Your inspection was interrupted when you began to realize that the rest of the musclemen in the room were still staring at you, a hungry gaze int heir eyes.
On instinct, you felt yourself start to flex.
Without a thought on your side, you flexed your massive biceps, making the large muscle curl up with power, ellicitng cheers from the other men. You bounced your huge muscletits, letting the large mounds bounce up and down, jiggling with every movement.
You stayed there in the locker room, showing off your muscles for every guy who would look, a cocky smirk on your face the entire time. And you loved every second of it!
"Uh, how many of your fights did he just say you won by knockout...?"
"All fifty-six of them."
"Ohh... fuuck... me..."
"With pleasure... but first I'm gonna knock your lights out. Wouldn't want to disappoint this fine crowd who came all the way here to watch me beat the shit out of you. But after I demolish you, I'd be happy to beat the cum out of you to rouse you too."
"Come on, freshman. You lost the bet. Shoes and socks off. Now."
"But-"
"No fucking 'buts', fresh meat. You joined the game, that means you're in on the bet. Kappa brother with the dick closest to 6 inches hard get's the piss tickled out of him by the rest. Yours was exactly 6, brother."
"Okay, okay, but I'm really fucking ticklish! Like my feet are crazy sensitive. A-and I'm not sure I was fully hard when you measured!"
"You were plenty hard, fresh meat. Fellas it sounds to me like Mr Limp Dick here is tryna weasel his way outta the bet. We're gonna have to do this the hard way. Get him!"
"Please guys, have mercy! I mean it, I'm really fucking ticklish! You don't understand!"
"Oh I understand plenty, brother, I'd fucking hate to be in your shoes right now. Or...lack of shoes, I guess. But all this whining is just making us wanna tickle you more, man. Now fellas. You know the rules. Nobody leaves this room until fresh meat pisses himself. No holding back. No mercy. Capeesh?"
"Yep."
"Understood."
"Got it."
"Comprendo."
"Excellent. Me and Ryan have his little tootsies here. You three get the torso. Let us begin. Three. Two."
"Hmm. I'm impressed, fresh meat. 47 minutes 38 seconds till piss-down. Not too shabby. And you were right about your feet. Jesus. Sorry about that. Let him up, lads."
"You did good, man."
"Yeah, you were great, bro. I couldn't have lasted that long I don't think."
"...Thanks. I guess."
"For this I say fresh meat needs a new nickname. How about....Ironfoot."
"Ironfoot. Kinda cool."
"Fuck yeah. Feet that ticklish and still didn't break for that long? Ironfoot it is."
"Come on, Ironfoot. Let's get you a beer. And a water. And a towel."
The man has to exalt his masculinity. Flex your muscles with all your arrogance and pride in having them built to be strong, rigid, manly. Smell the testosterone that burns in every drop of sweat. Roar like a completely ferocious beast completely possessed by virile energy. Masculinity is a mentality, the body is the physical expression of everything that is within you. Smells, sweats, muscles. The man has to be proud for having shaped his muscles to be masculine and express all virility with arrogance and ferocity.
O homem tem de exaltar a sua masculinidade. Flexione seus músculos com toda sua arrogância e orgulho por tê-los construídos para serem fortes, rígidos, másculos. Sinta o cheiro da testosterona que queima em cada gota de suor. Ruja como uma fera completamente feroz completamente possuído pela energia viril. A masculinidade é uma mentalidade, o corpo é a expressão física de tudo que há dentro de si. Cheiros, suores, músculos. O homem tem que ser orgulhoso por ter moldado seus músculos para ser másculo e expressar toda virilidade com arrogância e ferocidade.