Knockout Slut Begs For More!

He just can’t stay away.

My favorite knockout addict came crawling back, desperate to see how much stronger I’ve gotten — and the look on his face when he sees my new muscle says everything. I’ve packed on serious size, thicker arms, denser legs, fuller power… and he knows instantly he’s in trouble.

He tries to act confident.

Cute.

But the intimidation is obvious. My flex alone makes him swallow hard. He needs to worship. Needs to feel how much stronger I am now. Needs to test himself against a woman who has completely leveled up.

I make him get on his knees and admire every inch of my upgraded physique. Biceps tighter. Quads heavier. Core harder. He can barely believe the transformation — and he knows what’s coming next.

One strike.

Lights out.

And when he wakes up?

He’s even more obsessed.

Again.

And again.

Each knockout hits harder than the last, and he can’t believe how effortless it is for me now. The power difference is humiliating. Addictive. Overwhelming. He thought he could handle it… but he’s completely owned by my strength.

By the end, he’s not just intimidated — he’s devoted. A full-blown knockout slut, addicted to being dominated by a muscle goddess who only gets stronger.

And the scariest part?

I’m still growing. 💪🔥