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At that point, I decided to get really close to Amy and make her worship my striated muscular physique. I forced my bicep into Amy’s face and made her kiss them while I flexed and crushed her puny head. She began crying and squirming. She tried to scream for help, but I muffled her screams with my bicep, then I grabbed one of her arms and twisted it behind her back. The tubing I had tied her with snapped and Amy lunged at me like a wild animal, grabbing me by my hair and practically ripped out a hand full.  Suddenly, I felt a slashing across my cheek. I reached up to feel the blood pouring from the wound. I quickly looked at Amy and she was laughing out loud at what she had done. Her long sharp nails began tearing at me again and I had no choice but to subdue her for good. I grabbed both of her arms by the wrists, and with a quick move, I snapped both her wrists before she even knew it! To my surprise, she didn’t stop her attack. She head-butted me with all her strength and then kicked me in my rock hard abs. She was pretty feisty and powerful when she got angry, but nowhere close to a challenge. I wasn’t amused anymore and I didn’t really have that much time. The potion was bound to wear off, and soon! I had to take her out but quick so I could go meet Giovanni. Amy was clawing at me like a vicious skinny cat. I didn’t really want to cause so much damage to Amy, after all she was my only girlfriend, but she had it coming! If anyone was going to teach her a lesson, it might as well be me! Maybe we could be friends again someday, but for now, I was going to make her beg for forgiveness. I grabbed Amy’s head and pulled it between my 30" crushing Cobra quads, making sure I could see the look on her face as I took a deep breath and exploded into one huge head scissor. Amy’s eyes bulged out of her head; her mouth swung open like a dying fish but was unable to emit a sound. That’s when I reached down and punched her in the face so hard I could have sworn I heard twittering tweety-birds flying around her head. Her big blue eyes were rolling cock-eyed and her tongue hung from the side of her open red lips. She looked like a broken doll that I had once destroyed. I wished that I had a camera to freeze the look on her face for everyone to see including herself. I let her go and pulled her to her feet. She wobbled, unable to stand and kept dropping back to her knees. She looked so pathetic. I slammed her in the face again, this time with my elbow and Amy’s head rocked like her neck was a loose spring and she fell over onto her back unconscious at last. I felt the potion rapidly wearing off, my body shrinking back to its naturally weak and timid form. Since what I had worn had torn completely from my massive body, I had no choice but to slip Amy’s T-shirt and shorts from her scrawny limbs and slide into them myself, leaving Amy stark naked and humiliated. As I hurried out of the gym as my regular wimpy self, I passed the guy sitting at the front desk and flipped my thumb over my shoulder pointing to the lockers. "You’ve got a sick girl in the bathroom! I’d check it out if I were you. She’s looks pretty bad!" Then I ran to the corner and hailed a cab. Poor, poor Amy. | |
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