Lexa Muscles - Anti-Muscle Girl Guy Friend Loses Arm Wrestling & Has to Worship Me

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Lexa Muscles - Anti-Muscle Girl Guy Friend Loses Arm Wrestling & Has to Worship Me

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The Ultimate Betrayal: Former Anti-Muscle Guy Gets a Crushing Lesson from Me

Losing the Bet

My heart was pounding as I locked eyes with my longtime friend. We'd been through thick and thin, shared countless memories, but today was different. Today, we were about to test our limits physically and emotionally. The stakes were high; if I won against him in arm wrestling, not just once, but three rounds, he would have to worship my muscles – something he had openly despised in the past.

As we positioned ourselves on the mat, I couldn't help but notice the smirk on his face. He thought he had this in the bag. Little did he know that I had been secretly working out for months, honing my strength and endurance.

The referee's voice echoed through the room, signaling the start of the first round. We both gripped each other's hands tightly, muscles bulging as we strained against each other. For a moment, it seemed like he might actually win, but then, with a sudden surge of power, I pushed him down, forcing him to submit.

The roar of the crowd filled the arena as I stood victorious over him. His face turned red with embarrassment, and I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was time to collect my prize.

The Worship Begins

I grabbed his head between my massive biceps, pulling him closer to me. "Now that you've seen the power of a real muscle goddess," I growled, "it's time to worship."

His body trembled as he began to stroke my arms, his fingers tracing the contours of my bulging muscles. I could see the fear in his eyes, but also an odd fascination. I leaned down, pressing my body against his, letting him feel the heat of my muscles.

"Do you really think I'm unsexy now?" I taunted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn't respond, but I could tell he was struggling with the emotions coursing through him.

As the second round began, I knew I had him right where I wanted him. He tried to fight back, but it was too late. I was in control, and he would do anything I said.

The Final Showdown

The final round was the most intense of them all. We both pushed ourselves to the limit, grunting and sweating as we struggled for dominance. But in the end, there could only be one victor.

With a final surge of power, I pushed him down, forcing him to submit once again. The crowd went wild, cheering my name as I stood triumphant over him. I grabbed his head between my biceps, forcing him to look up at me.

"Now that you've lost," I growled, "you're going to worship me like the true muscle goddess I am." His eyes were full of fear and awe, but there was also something else – a twisted kind of respect.

As the crowd cheered our every move, I made him grovel at my feet, touching every inch of my muscular body. And when it was all over, I knew one thing for sure – my former anti-muscle friend would never be the same again. He had been humbled by the power of a real muscle goddess, and there was no going back.

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