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The room was steeped in sweat and tension as Angie stretched her delicate muscles. Her body glistened with perspiration, every inch of her skin coated in a fine sheen. She had just finished an intense workout that had left her panting and exhausted, but the scent of her own musk was intoxicating.
Suddenly, Angie's eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of two tiny figures watching her from the corner of the room. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached out and grabbed them, plunging them into her sweat-soaked armpits. They struggled against her grip, but it was no use; they were completely powerless against her strength.
As Angie squeezed her armpits together, the miniature figures felt their bodies being crushed by her sweat. It was a horrifying sensation, being smothered in someone else's stink. They could barely breathe, choking on the foul odor that surrounded them.
Despite their suffering, Angie couldn't help but revel in her newfound power. She laughed heartily, her powerful muscles rippling beneath her skin as she squeezed tighter and tighter. The miniatures squirmed and wriggled within her grasp, but she showed no mercy.
As the minutes passed, Angie began to lose interest in her captives. She released them from her grasp, sending them flying across the room. They landed with a thud against the wall, gasping for air and trying desperately to escape the stench that clung to them.
With a satisfied smirk on her lips, Angie wiped the sweat from her body, leaving behind a trail of glistening moisture. She turned away from the trembling figures on the ground, already lost in thought about her next conquest.
