Anonymous
8/18/2025, 4:07:30 PM No.213789945
LazyTown was quite the weird show back when it was airing. Sportacus helped her stretch and do various physical activities with his throbbing, healthy cardiovascular system, pumping blood through his girthy veins. Not to mention high stamina, reminiscent of a workhorse.
Sportacus always made sure to provide a lot of precious protein for her, as postworkout, and afterwards they were drenched in sweat so they would hit the showers. Though Sportacus often ran into a problem. Despite being so flexible, he couldn't wash certain spots, his muscles got in the way. Of course, Stephanie wasn't a lazy girl, and she always offered to help him wash those difficult to reach places.
She was always so surprised to feel just how hard his rippling muscles were. How much girth his throbbing extremities could gain when he was 'pumped'. She often looked at his statue-esque physique with a look that was rare to see at that age. Admiration? Yes. Subservience? Absolutely, he had taught her everything she knew about 'fitness'. Submission? No doubt. Worship? Overflowing.
She worshiped Sportacus' rippling muscles. His hard angles, his moustache. His perfect pearly teeth. His confident smile. His active nature and his detest for laziness and, underperforming dysfunctions, the likes of which Robbie flaccidly flapped around when lazing about. She could feel the fire in Sportacus' eyes, placed like gems beneath his strong, masculine brow. She could feel his strong healthy heartbeat, all over his now unclothed body. And every beat felt like an electric pulse, she nearly shivered from the feeling. And if you thought Sportacus looked athletic in his clothes, you could not believe his 'size' without them. It was like night and day, he was truly 'sporting' some incredible fitness, so much so that he had trouble 'fitting'. But she had trained for this. To take in everything Sportacus had to give.
Sportacus always made sure to provide a lot of precious protein for her, as postworkout, and afterwards they were drenched in sweat so they would hit the showers. Though Sportacus often ran into a problem. Despite being so flexible, he couldn't wash certain spots, his muscles got in the way. Of course, Stephanie wasn't a lazy girl, and she always offered to help him wash those difficult to reach places.
She was always so surprised to feel just how hard his rippling muscles were. How much girth his throbbing extremities could gain when he was 'pumped'. She often looked at his statue-esque physique with a look that was rare to see at that age. Admiration? Yes. Subservience? Absolutely, he had taught her everything she knew about 'fitness'. Submission? No doubt. Worship? Overflowing.
She worshiped Sportacus' rippling muscles. His hard angles, his moustache. His perfect pearly teeth. His confident smile. His active nature and his detest for laziness and, underperforming dysfunctions, the likes of which Robbie flaccidly flapped around when lazing about. She could feel the fire in Sportacus' eyes, placed like gems beneath his strong, masculine brow. She could feel his strong healthy heartbeat, all over his now unclothed body. And every beat felt like an electric pulse, she nearly shivered from the feeling. And if you thought Sportacus looked athletic in his clothes, you could not believe his 'size' without them. It was like night and day, he was truly 'sporting' some incredible fitness, so much so that he had trouble 'fitting'. But she had trained for this. To take in everything Sportacus had to give.
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