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Added 2024-01-25 14:50:35 +0000 UTCWeighing 270 kg, she slowly squeezed me, weighing 65 kg, with both arms.Little by little, but steadily, the strength of her hold on me grew stronger.
I soon found it difficult to breathe.
What would be the cause of my death if she continued to make me stronger?
I was not sure if I would die after a few minutes of suffering from asphyxiation, or if there would be a prolonged period of intense pain before death, with every bone in my body cracking and fracturing.
'It's coming.'
'What? Already?'
For me, it was a death-defying embrace, but in reality she hardly seemed to put any effort into it.
She soon relaxes her arms completely.
'How wonderful to be able to breathe freely.'
'Oh, you're overreacting. I really want to embrace you with all my strength, I want to feel you with all my strength. I want to feel you with all my strength.
'You can do that when I have an incurable disease and I'm euthanised.'
'An incurable disease? At the very least, You have the incurable disease of muscle addiction.'
'That's for sure. No, the exact name of the disease is muscle beauty addiction.'
