nerdmuscle

As much as I appreciate being an intelligent and kind person with a professional and social life, the part of me that yearns to be a freak wants to shed itself of it.

To overcome my genetic, mental and physical limits, I lust to devote all my energies into growth.

Mentally eviscerated so that all my efforts go towards lifting, eating and rest. Nothing else would matter.

10 meals a day? Done. No mater the quantity or the pain in my guts in from being stretched.

2 workouts a day? Done. No matter the time it takes or soreness I feel.

8 hours of sleep a day? Done! The most mundane one of them too, but no social or professional obligations to get in the way.

Just an animal left to instinct. Eat. Grow. Eat. Grow.

And like any cattle in the US, we can’t be satisfied with some measily animal of skin and bones. We need it to feed a village. We need to pump it full of hormones from the get go.

Im getting hard at the thought even. Castrating the better part of myself to let this visceral beast take root, spread itself high and wide as only an unbridled desire can.

“My life is for yours to take, bull. Soak it up into yourself in the form of a rep, of a syringe, or a shake.”