The power of being jacked and jigantic

I am clinically a beast. I can bench over 40% of the average city and my muscles are in all of the places. I went to a metal concert this weekend looking absolutely incredible, considering I stand at 18’2” with 1375lbs of pure rippling muscles.

I’ve never been so powerful. Nobody gets in my path, cars don’t run me over, I run cars over. Peale stop in their tracks when they meet my eyes of a Greek god from a distance, endless compliments from women and slackjaw stares from men who wish they could be 1/1000th as mighty as me. even security let me exit and return in a no-reentry venue, because I picked him up, and his car, and threw both into the next state. And when too many women begged me for The Sex I got annoyed, so I ripped three of their spinal cords out and beat the 4th to death with my 50lb 4 foot long harder than diamonds cock – scared them shitless and shut them right up. Some nerd thinking he was safe in a car called me toxic and arrogant, so I picked up his car and threw so hard it broke the light barrier and vaporized the entire state of Ohio.

If I listened to common opinion, I’d still be the 4’8” loser virgin with baggy jeans and a hoodie, and NOT the strongest person in a world of 8 billion people. I may seem vain, but I spent my whole life being bullied for my always absent muscles. The day I hit the limb stretching rack I started gaining 5 inches of height every few hours. Now I rep my high school bullies Ford F650 for warmups.

Yes, my health is a priority and I am actively gaining height, but if I had listened to my stupid normie doctor who said pissing 3 gallons of blood a day, having 2 gallons of bovine growth hormone in my body, and injecting myself with 259 different experimental steroids wasn’t healthy then I would never have experienced this. So fuck all the haters and live your life.


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