vitamin aşırı doz:kandys sonrası tüketimi kas gücü

I cradle three miniature cucks in my palm, wondering if swallowing the lot will supercharge my pump. I toss them back like vitamins, belch loud and proud, and feel the surge—every fiber engorging, weights suddenly feeling like toys. My biceps balloon until they blot out your vision; I mash them against you so you can breathe in veiny steel. Denim detonates—seams rip, as my quads burst out. I am taller than my squat rack, shredded muscle tank tearing down the middle, leaving me in rags that barely cling to my pecs. Grunting, I pose and feel so powerful. Next: you. I lift you, lift you overhead, show you I can stroke and suck you above me, then set you at my feet—where one final cuck awaits. My colossal sole descends; he pops like a grape. I'm taller than the doorway now. Reversal time: I chug seltzer, burp you back to safety—but safety is short-lived. I tuck you into my warm mouth, tongue curling around your tiny body while I plan tomorrow's workout. Think you'll survive the next