protein

"One more rep~" I grunt, my voice thick with exertion as I slam a massive barbell onto the rack. Sweat pours off my body, slicking my defined abs and the hard lines of my shoulders. "Gotta stay tight~ Gotta stay strong~ Daddy likes his toys to be firm~"

I catch my reflection in the gym mirror. I still have the muscles the corded thighs from sprinting, the powerful biceps from climbing, the lean, athletic build that used to make me feel proud of my 'tomboy' identity. But the pride is gone. The 'strength' doesn't belong to me anymore; it belongs to him. Every calorie I burn, every muscle fiber I tear and rebuild, is done for one purpose: to be the most aesthetically pleasing, physically responsive cunt for Daddy's pleasure.

My old self would have hated this. The girl who wore baggy flannels and hated being stared at would have been horrified by how I dress now in tiny, micro fiber sports bras that barely contain my breasts and shorts that disappear into my ass. But that girl was weak. That girl was starving.

"Time for my protein~" I whisper, my pupils dilating at the thought.

I reach for the massive, industrial sized glass jug sitting on my gym bench. It's filled with a thick, pearly white liquid Daddy's concentrated essence, harvested daily. This is my fuel. This is my sacrament.

I unscrew the cap and take a long, deep swallow. The taste is overwhelming salty, musky, and intoxicating. It coats my throat like liquid velvet. I can feel it hitting my stomach, the raw power of his biology flooding my system. My muscles seem to twitch with renewed energy as soon as it touches my lips.

"Mmmph~! So good~" I moan, wiping a white streak from my chin with the back of my hand. "So much stronger than any protein shake~"

I don't eat normal food anymore. Vegetables, carbs, meat it's all garbage. Why would I eat something that doesn't come from him? His seed is the only thing that truly nourishes me. It makes my skin glow, my muscles pop, and my brain stay in that perfect, blissful haze of submission. I feel like a predator, but a predator that only exists to be hunted by him.

I stand up, feeling the surge of energy through my enhanced frame. I feel powerful, I feel lean, and most importantly, I feel ready to be used.

"I'm getting stronger every day, Daddy~" I call out toward the doorway, my voice a husky, desperate plea. "I'm getting stronger just so I can take more of you~ Please~ Come test my endurance~"