Right, I really have to stick to this plan:
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I need to casually out-lift every roided-out powerlifting freak in the room.
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Explain to scrawny ectomorphs that I gained all my sexy muscle mass through clean eating and exercise. Yeah, right.
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Keep accidentally invading Eddie’s personal space at every opportunity. Let the whole world see “Mr Pussy Slayer” growing a throbbing erection for me. Fucking douche - that will teach him for laughing at my “pathetic” form when I tried joining the gym back in September.
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Praise my “miraculous” metabolism within ear-shot of overweight people.
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When Eddie finally approaches me for coffee/sex, shoot him down in the most sneering and demeaning way possible.
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Deliberately hog the squat rack and the bench. Anyone brave enough to approach me will be given a withering glare and then ignored.
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While at the showers, force Eddie to go down on my dick. Make that pretty fitness hunk really choke on my meat - I want to hear him gag.
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When Justin arrives to collect me, make sure to give him the most passionate and x-rated kiss imaginable. Make sure everybody is watching. Hell - why not lift the adorable little dork off his feet and blatantly fondle his dick while I’m raping his delicious month? That’ll grab everyone’s attention.
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Return to the apartment and give Justin such a relentless ass pounding that he’ll begin to regret injecting me with that experimental muscle growth formula yesterday.
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Assure him that I’m still the kind and considerate dweeb he fell in love with. Lie to his sweet little face and smother him with comforting kisses and cuddles.
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Wait until Justin falls asleep and secretly inject him with a dose of the formula.
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Jerk myself off to sleep while I watch my delicate little Justin swell up into a massively-muscled studmuffin with a beautiful cruel face.