To your utter dismay, the location that Mr. Smith was meeting you at was a 24 hour gym. You pondered his choice of location as you waited for him to arrive when you suddenly remembered that he had once mentioned that he got up extra early every morning to work out for a few hours before work. You suddenly realized that you, a living spaghetti noodle, would be joining one of your most ripped teachers in a work out. Suddenly, you spotted Mr. Smith arriving, wearing only a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. This allowed you to see more of his giant, bulging muscles, each of which was powerful enough to snap you in half.
"Good to see you made it, runt" he said while bouncing his pecs, making you recoil in fear. "Ha, let's get this thing started!" and with that he opened the door and made his way inside the menacing building.
You followed directly behind him, not wanting to get lost in your new, foreign environment. You became so enticed in looking around that you didn't notice Mr. Smith had stopped, causing you to run into his muscular gluts as soon as he blasted a massive fart. You coughed and gaged as an absolutely vile scent filled your lungs.
"bhahaha, should really watch where your going, runt. This thing is fully loaded with my daily protein shake and I don't know when it'll go off," he said while patting his toned cheeks. You, on the other hand, were to busy gasping for fresh air to realize that you had reached your first exercise, the...
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