trash talk shows how much Timmy's changed

“Tell you what, weenie. Admit that you know that I’m going to win in the end, and I promise I’ll only jam ‘that thing’ into you once, maybe twice afterward.”

“I’ll tell you what, you stupid skank. Once I’m impaled you on my cock, you’re gonna scream my name and you won’t be walking straight for a week.” Timmy flexed and kissed his muscle, even though it was still the same size as before the hypnosis.

Chichi’s jaw dropped. “Since when were you tough!? Hell, since when could you trashtalk!?”
“Enough talk,” Timmy grunted. “Just try not to bore the crowd by losing too fast.”

Chichi went red in the face, swinging to slap Timmy before the bell, but he caught her wrist. He smiled coldly at her as the bell finally rang.

Chichi growled and suddenly clawed her nails across his eyes, getting Timmy to grunt and fall back.

“Stupid homo! Fuck with me will you!? I’ll turn that little femmy ass of yours inside out!” She stormed after him, keeping him stunned with a chain of knees to the stomach and elbows to the back.