Steam-Powered Pout
Added 2025-08-03 08:15:31 +0000 UTCMina was not having a good day.
First, the protein delivery got delayed. Then, some jerk in the gym tried to tell her that “maybe she was training a little too much leg.” And now? Now she was stuck in the locker room, trying to calm down—but her body had other ideas.
She stood trembling in front of the mirror, teeth clenched, fists pressed together so tightly her knuckles looked ready to pop. Her enormous, rippling arms swelled like writhing boulders, each fiber flexing in a perfect rhythm with the tick of her temper. Thick, vein-laced quads bulged outward, splitting with layer upon layer of furious muscle, as if her anger was channeled through every tendon.
THUMP.
The floor vibrated as she took a sharp breath. Her back twitched. Her abs clenched.
POP-POP.
Veins surged to the surface of her chest as her pecs swelled, throbbing with stress-fueled energy, her tiny top struggling just to stay in place. She wasn’t doing this for show—it was a full-body tantrum, compressed into one furious pose. Her brow furrowed, cheeks puffed, and despite the raw power on display, she looked adorably annoyed. The kind of angry that made her all the more irresistible.
"You don't just say that to a girl," she grumbled through gritted teeth, her voice low and shaky. "Too much leg… I'll show you too much leg…"
She dropped into a most muscular pose so hard the walls rattled.
Somewhere in the gym beyond the locker room, the power briefly flickered.
And Mina, cheeks still pink and steam practically pouring from her ears, stood there flexing like a volcano on the verge of eruption—tiny, furious, and utterly jacked beyond reason.
