All the padding on his thighs is just that- Padding. A single quick FLEX is all it takes to show off the godly physique underneath...
The reader hardly realizes just how easily he could shear their head from their shoulders. Ignorance is bliss, though...
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Father's Day is already turning out to be hectic. Gwyn's hardly able to make it to and from the club without having to stop to... relieve himself of a few 'gifts,' courtesy of a pack of shortstuds..
You might even catch him between 'gifts!' Just keep an ear out...
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"... Back to 'your' place? Sorry, runt. There's a height-requirement for this ride. Maybe if ya' got a few extra inches, you'd have a chance."
Thirty minutes later...
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Gwyn, having just devoured your entire family and social circle so he can have you all to yourself, decides to show off their contributions to his figure.
"Whaddya think?~"
No paternal figure to celebrate #FathersDay with? Gwyn can definitely help you with that!
You've just gotta do one little thing... And it might be next year 'till ya see any results.
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