Wake Up Drained! April 2021 Text Story (Patreon)

Have you ever woke up feeling drained. And I don’t mean tired, but just completely and utterly and thoroughly drained.

That’s how I feel right now.

I woke up this morning feeling completely drained from the night before. I’ve had hangovers before, but nothing like this, and strangely I didn’t even drink that much last night. I didn’t have the time to. I met this real cutie at the club and she was all over me and feeling my big, strong muscles.

She told me that she “Loved big strong muscles” and “wanted my body...”

Well, who am I to say no to pretty woman. So, we hurried back to my place and well... I could say we made love. But, there was no love last night, only lust. And we fucked all night long... I’ve never been with a woman who had such strength and stamina, and such a strong sexual drive.

I won’t lie, near the end of the night, she was even wearing me out. She kept begging me for more and more. To go “HARDER” and to go “FASTER”. She was insatiable, and I gave her everything that I had, and yet she still wanted more and more.  It got to where I was so exhausted that I could barely hold myself upright over her.

She just rolled me over and started riding and grinding on me. Riding me like she was a rodeo cowgirl and I was her horse... Which I must say... In some respects I am like a horse, if you know what I mean. She kept pumping and humping and grinding and fucking me senseless. I came again and again, and I must say I was amazed at how quickly I recovered, and at how “STRONG” I still was down there.

I’d never gone this long or had a night quite like that one. And while my cock felt just as strong and hard as ever, the same couldn’t be said about my body. It wasn’t that I was feeling tired or exhausted from all the screwing, something felt different. I just was feeling weak. And the more and more she kept pumping me, the weaker and weaker I became. I know that sounds strange, but that’s what it felt like.

As good as the sex was, there was just something strange going on, I couldn’t quite place it, nor could I shake that strange, strange feeling. I did try to push that cutie off, and just end things… For the night, come morning, I’d figure I’d be ready to continue where we left off and proceed to fuck her senseless.

Only, I couldn’t push her off. I tried, and tried and I tried. But, my arms just seemed to lack the strength, and she was rooted down hard on me, right on my love root, if you know what I mean. Well, I think she got annoyed by my arms and she grabbed them, and she had quite a surprisingly powerful grip, and she then forced my hands down upon the mattress.

And she held them there, and strange as it sounds I couldn’t free myself from them. But, as strange as that was, I didn’t dwell on it, because I found it really fucking hot, and I didn’t think nothing about my momentary weakness, as I never felt stronger where it counts. And so she just kept fucking me, and fucking me, slamming herself hard up and down my big, strong dick. And that is all I can remember, because no horseshit, she actually was the one who fucked me senseless.

That’s right. I thought I was the big, strong man, and I’d have my way with this random cutie from the club, but it was her that fucked me so long and so hard, that I passed out and feel asleep from exhaustion. What a strange night, but what great sex.

And I thought perhaps in the morning I’d feel refreshed and invigorated, like how a good fuck session always seems to make you feel.

But, no... I feel even weaker than before and completely drained...

Last night was so strange, and right now I was feeling even stranger…

Such a strange, strange feeling...

But, you want to know what is even more strange. Waking up and seeing that cute girl from the night before. I know you might be saying “What’s so strange about that?” Well, you see that cute little girl that I bedded last night. Isn’t so little anymore. She’s taller and she’s got muscles. She’s got muscles on top of muscles. I mean to tell you that huge is too small of a word to describe just how massively humongous her muscles are.

You see I’m a big and muscular man myself and I think she might be bigger than me...

And it was right then and there that it hit me.

Not only is she bigger than me, but those are my muscles! I don’t know how it happened, and I can’t believe that such a thing is even possible, but there it was right in front of me, staring me right in the face. Well, okay she wasn’t so much as staring me right in the face as trying to squeeze back into her clothes, which was way too small for her and ripping as she put it on.

That’s why I was feeling so drained and weak, it’s because she stole all my size and strength. All the gains that I ever made in all the years that I worked out and lifted weights. I told you all, that I am a big man... Well, I was a big man... But, not anymore!

I tried to speak, but the words just wouldn’t come.

I tried to get up, but I just didn’t have the strength to stand. Heck I didn’t even have the strength to lift the blanket off of me. I was just too drained. I crawled and wormed my way over to the edge of the bed and begged and pleaded with her to give me my muscles back, even though my words came out mostly as hysterical stammering.

Want to hear another thing strange, and this was something so strange, that I heard it myself. My deep, powerful voice, was no longer deep nor powerful sounding. It was high pitched, whiney, and squeaky. I guess in a way it was fitting as felt like a lowly and pathetic mouse as I whined and squeaked at her, begging her that “we had to find out what happened last night and reverse it.”

“Ohhh you don’t know what happened last night?” She asked me.

I told her, “No” and that I didn’t know what was going on.

She then flexed in front of me and smiled approvingly at the meaty mound of muscle that rose up on her beefy biceps. “Isn’t it obvious,” she said “I wanted your body, all those big strong muscles, and so I stole them. And now they’re all mine.”

“But, those are my muscles.” I squeaked out.

“Not anymore.” She said and you should have seen the smug look of satisfaction on her face.

She just smiled at me and asked me “Why I was so surprised”

She said she told me that “She wanted my body” and “Now she has it” and with that she flexed her big bulky muscles again and laughed.

I tried to tell her that, “She can’t do this!”

But, she already had.

I tried to plead with her that she couldn’t leave me here like this.

But, that is just what she did. She put her on the rest of her clothes, or at least attempted to, and after having shredded and burst out of her shirt, she helped herself to one of mine. She also took a pair of my shoes and remarked on how they were “A bit too small for her”, but “they’ll have to do, until she could go shopping.”

And with that she walked out of my room, and out of my life, taking with her all my muscles and all my strength. Leaving me alone in my room completely drained.

And let me tell you, I don’t know what was more draining, her actually siphoning and stealing all my size and strength, or the realization, that I am no longer the big, strong man that I use to be. I am literally half the man I use to be, maybe even less! I’m not an alpha or even a beta, but a zeta male now, and the realization of the sweeping and permanent changes in my life, drained what little strength I had left.

But, just in case you’re wondering, it was the physical draining, that actually was more draining. Oh, who ever thought a one-night stand could be such a drain!