I am, as they say, 'ripped'. Muscled as hell. My day job is swinging a ten-pound piece of metal around for about a half-hour total, putting said piece of metal through people and creatures that want to kill me or the people I'm standing in front of. I also have been known to walk three hundred miles to get from one place to another, usually takes me about three days.
This might be part of why there's nothing there - it's just muscles.
[ The picture that arrives is Meliantha, with a bikini top on, flexing. Grey skin over muscles like cables, a tight six-pack, shoulders tensed so that you can almost pick out individual muscles. And yes, she'd have to strive with a push-up bra to make a reasonable A cup. ]
[ She sends a photo of her holding a Prius over her head, dressed in a sports bra and gym shorts, with her face and her muscles strained, and perspiration running down her. ]
The last time anyone tested my strength, this is what I did.
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I spent the next two tendays doing laundry for punching her in the jaw, so at least I got some kind of satisfaction.
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If not your boobs then how about your butt? Your abs?
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This might be part of why there's nothing there - it's just muscles.
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[ The picture that arrives is Meliantha, with a bikini top on, flexing. Grey skin over muscles like cables, a tight six-pack, shoulders tensed so that you can almost pick out individual muscles. And yes, she'd have to strive with a push-up bra to make a reasonable A cup. ]
There.
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[ She sends a photo of her holding a Prius over her head, dressed in a sports bra and gym shorts, with her face and her muscles strained, and perspiration running down her. ]
The last time anyone tested my strength, this is what I did.
It's the whole car. All the parts in there.