Very hot muscle worship.
We are not worthy - oh baby.
Muscle worship from afar. 
I’ve told the homies about my new muscle worship objective (must get those big muscles ASAP!) and now they’re all into fitness.
The Rio trip is a few months away so we’d better work hard if we want to lose the ugly bulges (except the one that really matters), and get some stomach muscles, by then. The theory is, if we are able to get the muscle body that we’ve all been dreaming of and if we can look like the guys on the cover of a muscle fitness magazine, we’re not going to have to exert too much effort to attract every girl muscle in town. Muscle worship is a way of life, and it should be every guy’s lifestyle, not just a concept, and with it are the rewards. At least that’s what we keep telling ourselves as we each go our separate ways in the gym to grab us some big muscle (and hopefully get a glimpse of female muscle too). We were determined, alright.
Getting fit for toned temptresses. 
To prove our determination, we replaced several stacks of men’s magazines with muscles of dee kay girls for now to spur us on.
I’m a bit partial to black muscle babes, and I think max muscle chicks are hot so the walls of our room comprised mostly of those. I think I’m getting lulled to this kind of mindset because my hot trainer (one helluva female muscle) has a lot of black muscle, which inspires me to go deeper into muscle worship. We were talking about muscle bodybuilding in the college cafeteria one day and a group of girls overheard us. “Hey, are you geeky guys working out?” one of the babes asked. We nodded and collectively resisted the urge to show them our ripped abs (which we don’t have yet, but we’re getting there!). Sue price doin' her stuff
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