Whereas the beefy partner above would seemingly effortlessly set the bar on its rightful place, soon taking a step back.
“ Oi, as long as you keep being a kind lil' shit and sharing those wins of yours, I'll pitch in the effort in your crazy crusade. Least I could do. ” — A >
> breathing was focused on that damned iron staff. Slow, seemingly methodical, heaves and ho's as he'd lift the hefty weights. Both those spunky legs were spread neatly apart for the sake of comfort and, even though it felt so smooth, Shi's arms were immediately acting up. >
@OKIIDOGII > would often be rummaged by a sneaky hand, mostly to avoid being kicked out of the premise for the rest of the day. The sheer weight it packed could be seen from a naked eye and with those wide thighs of the Charizard, it wasn't too bold to assume why the older man tried >
. . . Why not.
Catching a glimpse of that curious lad daydreaming in place, the stud would end up flexing; right there and then. His back took shape upon shape with its muscular splendor. Shi'd pose; both in front of the mirror and in a perspective the young fox could see.
Right? Biceps which veins are notably bulged, almost as if one could see them pulse from a naked eye on top of being bigger than one's very head.
There was serious work in those arms and legs: like a living, breathing herculean figure.