He Was Ready

He was ready

I could tell from the blank, stupid stare that he was ready. 12 weeks on the formula and 90 intense, nausea-inducing workouts and he was right where he’d always dreamed of being - 300 pounds of hard muscle. And he knew the cost. The night before he lost all desire to speak, he muttered, “Bigger, stronger” over and over, like a mantra. I looked right into his dulling pupils as he asked it like a question, one last time: “Bigger? Stronger?” Then he just didn’t care any more. His skin split as the muscle grew and he just grunted, so satisfied. Bigger, stronger, stupider. My kind of guy.

Yummy I wish I could meet a man twice my size