Too Much for You Now? (Patreon)

Funny, isn’t it?

You used to complain that I was too small. That no matter what I did, I wasn’t strong enough. You used to joke, calling me skinny fat, pointing out how I had no muscle, no definition. And you were right.

Back then, I didn’t even work out. The gym intimidated me. I was scared to lift weights, scared I’d embarrass myself. You loved to remind me of that, didn’t you? How you could bench more, lift more, how I’d never catch up to you.

But now? Now, you can barely breathe in my presence.

What’s the matter? Can’t find the words? You always had so much to say before. But now, standing in front of me, looking up at me, all you can do is stare.

Do you even recognize me?

I don’t just lift now—I own the gym. I built myself from the ground up, every muscle, every fiber, every inch of me growing past anything you could ever dream of. You used to say I wasn’t strong enough to carry the groceries—now I could lift you like a dumbbell, and it wouldn’t even be a challenge.

And it’s not just the size, is it? It’s the power. The way my presence alone makes your knees feel weak. The way the ground feels heavier when I take a step. The way my biceps flex effortlessly, stretching the fabric tighter as I move, my body a masterpiece of strength you never thought I’d have.

Tell me… do you still think I’m intimidated by the gym?

No? Then why do you look terrified?

Or maybe… that’s not fear. Maybe it’s something else. Maybe it’s something you can’t even admit to yourself.

Because I can see it—the way you’re completely entranced. The way your breath hitches every time I move. The way you’re looking at me now, not with doubt, not with judgment, but with complete and utter submission.

You used to mock me. Now, you worship me.

And the best part?

I’ll allow it.

Go ahead. Kneel. Worship. Show me that you finally understand what real power is. Because I’ve earned this body. And now? Now, I own you.