You're on vacation in Florida for the next few days, wanting to get away from everything and take some time for yourself. So, you decided to head for the beach. Putting on your best swimsuit, you walk over, since your hotel is right next to the beach.

The sun was shining brightly. You, ordering a lemonade from a stand, are handing over a dollar bill when you glance over, seeing a man in the weights area, benching some pretty heavy irons, his sweat running down his chest and matting his fur.

His fur glistened in the sunlight, his back muscles bulging out with every press. His arms were quite large, the veins bulging as sweat trickled down his body. His face was quite stoic, clearly focused on what he was doing. In fact, he seemed quite familiar…that's it. You had seen him in a men's fitness magazine.

He was obviously putting in some serious work. His muscles rippling as he pushed the iron up and down, not even seeming to get tired. In fact, it seemed he was just getting started, and the weight he was using seemed like it could be very heavy.

You couldn't help but stare at him, his strength, his muscles, his build, everything about him seemed almost god-like. He sorta...glowed. Like a real god. Maybe it's just the sun radiating from the metal, but he looked heavenly.

He had noticed you staring at him. Finishing his last rep, he put the iron onto the rack, and stood up, grabbing a towel to clean off the sweat from his face. He then walked right over to you...and the closer he got, the bigger he seemed to be. His shadow almost covering you almost completely as he stopped in front of you.