/lit/ - Literature

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/fit was in a trance. He had connected to his ancient roots, sparks were flying from his DNA to his hormones to his brain, telling his muscles to do things no normal human being could do. He set up for a new record squat….when it happened…
For the umpteenth time, it happened. Unashamedly, a girl, wearing yoga pants so tight they became translucent, walked in front of /fit and began bending over. This was /fit’s kryptonite. For even this programming was in his DNA as well. The primal urge to fuck… to fuck anything.. and to fuck a lot. But this urge was counter to the urge to blast off the weight from the ground.
/Fit was infuriated. He knew what she wanted. And the best way to get rid of her would be to give her what she wanted. His PR was already sabotaged beyond repair.
Leading the cute girl by the hand, /fit walked her into the locker room shower, quickly swiped the curtains closed, and began to hate fuck her into oblivion.

To be continued.