Everyone has now packed up, Weston was the only person left in the warehouse. He was too busy enjoying his new muscles, he’d lost all track of time until Sergei says, “See ya tomorrow chap!”
Weston then heard the door slam and he was all alone. As he looked around he saw the crate of muscle enhancing drugs. He already had 50 milligrams flowing through his veins, more wouldn’t hurt.
As the behemoth stomped his way over, he thought about adding much MUCH more than he already had in him… how much?
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