Come here my prey (Patreon)

It’s hard to explain how I feel now. There’s something primal about it, something I can’t quite control. I’ve always been strong-willed, confident in my own way, but after this transformation—after growing taller, stronger, and more beautiful than I ever thought possible—it’s like a switch flipped inside me.

When I look at you, I can’t help but feel it. The way you shift nervously, the way your gaze flickers to me, unable to look for too long. It’s intoxicating. You’re smaller now, weaker, and there’s something about that realization that sends a thrill through me. I can’t help but see you differently, like something delicate, fragile—something I could overpower without effort.

You might not notice it, but I do. The way I move now, the way I carry myself—it’s different. It’s not just confidence; it’s something deeper, something more animalistic. Every flex of my muscles, every step I take, reminds me that I’m built for power, for dominance. And when I look at you, I feel it even stronger. I feel like a predator.

It’s not just my size, though that’s part of it. Standing next to you, I tower over you. My muscles, carved and powerful, make yours look almost insignificant. I could lift you with one hand, hold you down with no effort, and you know it. I can see it in your eyes, the way they widen when I lean closer, the way your breathing changes when I smile. You’re trying to stay composed, but it’s no use. I can sense it—your awe, your desire, your helplessness.

And me? I can’t help but toy with it. My instincts kick in, driving me to test you, to see how far I can push before you crumble. When I speak, my voice carries that edge, that dominance that wasn’t there before. When I move, every motion is deliberate, a reminder of the power I hold. I’m not just walking through life anymore—I’m prowling.

I know it’s overwhelming for you. I know I make you feel small, exposed, vulnerable. But honestly? I like it. I like knowing that when I look at you, you can feel my power radiating off me. I like knowing that I’m in control, that I could do anything I wanted, and you wouldn’t stand a chance.

So here’s the question: Do you think you can handle this? Handle me? Because when I look at you now, I don’t see an equal. I see prey. And the thrill of that? It’s everything.