Protein Shake For Bigger Booty Novels & Stories

I smiled, "But first, I would love a strawberry protein shake." We all went to the dining room and Lupe was waiting for me with a protein shake in hand. She smiled, "I'm making all of your shakes myself. I will not give anyone the chance to poison you. I took a drink, "Mmm... Strawberry banana shake. YUM! I really mean it, Lupe. This is really good." She smiled, "I’m glad you like it, Princess. It's all in the fruit. It's all fresh." I smiled, "I love it!" I let Conri have a sip, and he asked, "Lupe, can you make me one of those?" She laughed, "On it, my Prince. Be right back." We heard the blender, and she had one for him in a matter of minutes. She smiled, "Princess, I would like to know i

She squealed louder as creamy strands shot into the smoothie. With the last pleasured shiver running through me, I pumped a few lingering drops into the thick, white pool on top, "Ahhhh yeah, that feels better...fuck!" Before I could say much else, she dipped a finger into the warm seed and licked it clean, grinning, "Wow! That's a tasty smoothie...it tastes like you!" She stirred it all into the smoothie, "Now, I got a high-protein smoothie...we can call it Rob's Big Banana Smoothie!"

Just then, the door opened. Aaron walked in leisurely. "Did you two make me go out to buy supper just so you can talk smack about me behind my back?" Xante pushed up her glasses. "We're saying you have a good body. Is that bad-mouthing you?" Aaron placed the supper he bought on the coffee table and took off his jacket to show the muscles he was proud of. "It's true that I have a fabulous body. Here, I'm going to show you guys some tonight. I spent two hours in the gym every day and nurtured my body with good-quality protein powder. You're free to touch them!"

Not even a casual greeting and even ignoring her when she greeted him, choosing instead to begin to prepare his smoothie. Sometimes I prepared the smoothie, other times the housekeeper did or he made it himself. It was his pre workout shake. Creatinine, banana, oat powder, and spirilina. For someone with a sweet tongue, it taste like shit to me, but it wasn't so bad whenever he added some honey to it.

My body is exhausted. “You look a little pale.. Maybe you should eat something?” He keeps his voice quiet, and even. I shake my head, and before I can spit out my excuse, he nods. “I know it’s not what you want to hear. But you also need to take care of your body. Eating helps boost your energy levels. Shifting takes a lot out of us, and if you’re not eating you’re going to pass out, and end back up in the hospital” His words are soft, but firm. He digs through his bag, dropping one of my protein bars down. My brows crease, and he drops another down. 430 calories for both of those. I can not eat them both.

Marcus says, excited yet a little addled, and James raises an eyebrow. “Do you guys like his spinach wraps?” James asks, out of curiosity, and Marcus flashes him an incredulous look. “Bro, we eat pumpkin seeds and drink Aloe Vera water during training. These spinach wraps are the closest thing we’ll get to gourmet and coach gave us the go-ahead.” Marcus speaks, gesturing to his bulky footballer frame. “Maybe that’s why you flunked out of football. Not enough fast food.” Marcus gives James a pitying glance, feigning disappointment.

I said trying to convince her I was all hers. “Then go get her, baby. Just don’t forget who taught you how to take what you want.” I kissed her once—hard, claiming—then rolled off the bed. Time to make a plan. Payton Anderson had no idea what was coming. But she would soon. Saturday morning. I’d just gotten back from the gym, muscles still warm and buzzing from the burn. Sweat clung to my skin as I pushed through the front door, the cool air of the house hitting me like a reward. Straight to the kitchen—I yanked open the fridge, grabbed a bottle of ice-cold water, and drained half of it in one long pull. God, that hit the spot. Then the protein shake. thick, chalky, perfect. I downed it stan

"Which is?" He pulled out his phone and sent me a link without saying a word. I clicked it - and was immediately assaulted by an ad that screamed testosterone. ALPHA MAX: UNLEASH THE BEAST BOOST STRENGTH. STAMINA. SUPREMACY. ENDORSED BY RETIRED MMA FIGHTERS AND YOUR UNCLE WHO SWEARS BY GINSENG NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE WHO FEAR THEIR OWN POWER Everything was in bold red font, as if subtlety had been declared illegal.

Marcus gave me a protein shake from the cooler and walked me through a simple meal plan. “Consistency is everything,” he said. “Show up every day and we’ll see changes fast. You’re stronger than you think.” I went home that night sore but excited. Mark was on the couch watching TV. I didn’t tell him much, just that I’d started at the gym. He grunted approval and went back to his show.

She is beautiful but doesn't come anywhere close to my Alice. "Can I buy you a drink?" I lift an eyebrow. I've never had a woman ask to buy me a drink before, but I guess there is a first for everything. "No, I'm skipping out on the alcohol," I say. I know the others are drinking tonight. Our next game isn't until next weekend, but I'm trying to keep to a strict routine. I want healthy fats; all I ever eat is chicken, protein shakes, and creatine. The woman's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Ah, trying to keep yourself in shape? You're a hockey player, right? You're so big!"