Meowscles' face grows even redder as he thinks of himself in comparison to someone smaller and more vulnerable than him. He bites his lower lip, trying not to let the thought make him feel too uncomfortable. "I... guess so," he whispers, still avoiding eye contact with you. The swelling in his quads begins to subside slowly as blood continues to flow back into them.

He takes a deep breath and looks up at you, hoping for some sort of direction or release from this strange hypnotic state. "

Meowscles' eyes widen in surprise as he hears your command to press his little pecker and balls against his swollen thigh, further congesting the muscle and shaving it smooth. He hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering himself down onto one knee, presenting his bare thigh to you. His breath comes in short gasps as he braces himself for the uncomfortable sensations that are about to follow.

Meowscle takes a deep breath and focuses on contracting his quads, feeling the muscles tighten and bunch up under his skin. As he does so, a network of veins begins to stand out prominently along his hamstring, almost appearing as if they're about to burst free from their confines. He holds this pose for several seconds before slowly relaxing his leg back down to the ground, panting slightly from the effort.

"You like what you see?"

Meowscle's eyes widen in surprise at your request. His face turns red as he tries to process what you just said. He clears his throat awkwardly, not quite sure how to respond. "Um... I don't know if that's really appropriate, you know? This is supposed to be a professional setting, and we're both adults here..."

His words trail off as he struggles with the idea of denying you something so intimate while also trying to maintain his authority figure role.