Thinner Leaner Stronger Novels & Stories

Simply said before I only look like a slight good-looking with a cold expression, now I look more like a Sep^*#$#h from FF7, to put it simply I look like a handsome villain. As for my body, apparently, I got taller, the beer belly was gone completely and replaced by rock hard abs, my shoulder and chest became much wider, there's no useless fat anymore the muscles became more defined and I can feel every cell in my body become stronger, the ' little me' seems to be upgraded looks like I have to use Magnum XXL from now on. Overall, the changes are very satisfying, looks like I need to do more tests on myself later on. "..I guess I need to do some more shopping today....".

“Do whatever you want!” Theon’s brows lifted. Then without hesitation, he pulled the soaked shirt off completely. Lena instantly looked away. But unfortunately… Her eyes kept drifting back against her will. And that was a mistake. Because seeing Theon shirtless was very different from imagining it. He looked lean whenever he wore clothes. But without them… The definition beneath became obvious. His shoulders. His arms. The subtle flex of muscle whenever he moved. Not overly bulky, but strong. And dangerously so. Lena swallowed hard. Her traitorous eyes drifted lower again.

well, except this morning because I was otherwise preoccupied, but any other morning, I didn't go anywhere until I logged five miles on the pavement. "Damn, Giselle." She had a girlfriend, and I didn't need her to elaborate. There was a difference in women who were naturally slender, which Beck was, and women like me who worked out to stay that way. Where all Beck's angles were rounder, softer, my muscles were defined, not like a body builder, but like a runner. I looked lean, not skinny, and I was proud of it.

Honestly, my friends could be so dramatic sometimes. "You’re so lucky, Essence," Hailey said, resting her chin on her palm, her eyes twinkling with admiration. "Is he plus-sized too?" Wiping my mouth, I shook my head and said, "No, he’s lean. And when I say lean, I mean lean in that way that still screams 'power.' Sexy as hell, tall, toned like a Greek god, the kind of man who makes you want to go to church just to say thank you to God for creating him."

Yuwe complained. He always complains because he says that I am not gaining weight. After all, my strength is so strong that he swallows it. What if I don't eat a lot, where will I get the energy for training? I didn't participate in miss universe. So what I eat, instead of turning into fats, just turns into energy so I don't gain weight. haha, My brain. "It makes me strong Yuwe. It makes me strong." I answered here. "Let's go and we might run out of tables." It promised

Though he did remember when he had to take a strict diet to achieve his current lean, well - toned muscles. In his effort to cheer up the distraught Lars, Len said, "I think that's great, Lars. You won't age, you won't get worn out, you won't have to worry about maintaining your physique, you'll be - " "Stagnant." Lars got up and put on Len's zebra - print hoodie in a rush. Something was building up inside him and he wasn't sure what it was or what to do with it. He just knew he had to leave for a while.

No place else either of them would rather be. "Take, take off your shirt," she panted, "I need to see that amazing body of yours!" Eager to comply, enjoying this take-control side of her, Asher slipped his arms to the bottom of his shirt, detaching himself from her chest. As swiftly as he could he pulled it from his torso and tossed it across the room, spreading his arms and flexing slightly for his girlfriend's pleasure; if there was one thing Asher was confident about it was his body. Hours at the gym every week for years combined with the physically-demanding nature of his job gave him a powerful physique, his biceps bigger than his own face, his pecs protruding and firm, his stomach roun

He was much thinner than the year she met him in the army, at that time he was not fat, he was strong, his whole body was full of strength, but at this time, it made Fiona feel thin. The man standing on the training ground attracted all the eyes and applause of the soldiers. He stood there, against the sun, with a look of contempt in his eyes, it filled his face with arrogance, not allowing anyone to see him. … Men’s mettle, that’s right, that’s manly mettle.

As she slid out of her leggings, the long, sculpted lines of her legs and the gentle curve of her hips were revealed, offering a tantalising glimpse of her toned derriere. With each movement, Rachna exuded a captivating blend of power and grace. Her core and leg muscles flexed with an innate confidence due to countless hours honing her physique. Her every gesture hinted at the athlete within, a potent reminder of the discipline and dedication that had sculpted her into a paragon of physical prowess. Rachna was a masterpiece, a harmonious fusion of beauty and strength, a formidable presence both on and off the field.

Eating less, exercising more, I probably look slimmer. I’m no longer in that frame of mind that I’m some feeble no one that isn’t important. I know I’m the center of something, and this is where I need to be for now. I’m not sure about less tortured given my current state of affairs; cheating mate, relearning my past, and finding out my entire pack was murdered. I would say maybe, I’m just handling it better than I would have a few weeks ago. I feel mentally stronger.