⌛ Muscle Corset

As Jim wandered through the bustling streets of Beltimore, his gaze remained fixated on the tiny waists and intricate corsets adorning the wealthy dandies who strolled down the cobbled paths. His brother John worked as a stevedore on the docks, providing Jim with ample opportunities to ogle the rich boys and their hourglass figures boarding expensive yachts.

Jim wouldn't hide he was also there to pay close attention to his brother's impressive physique, which he showcased while working topless. The sweat glistening on his skin only added to his muscular frame, which was also quite frequently admired by the dandies passing by, who would remark on this fella's "muscle corset."

"Muscle...corset?" Inspiration struck when Jim realized he could... Bingo! How could he never have thought of that before!?

The same evening after work, Jim, with eyes sparkling like diamonds, strutted up to his older brother John, who appeared puzzled by Jim's sudden enthusiasm. "Hey, John, buddy," Jim began, "I need your expertise in building me some mighty fine abs – the kind that would put the 'brick' back in brick house! You dig?"

John chuckled, raising an eyebrow playfully, "Why, Jimbo, I thought you were all about rocking a tight belt – wait, what's going on here?"

"Listen up, bro," Jim explained, hopping from foot to foot, "if I can sculpt my abs like a tight wall, then forget about those pesky belts! We're talking washboard abs so ridiculous, they make corset-makers jealous! Can you imagine that, John? Me neither – until now!"

John couldn't help but laugh at the excitement in Jim's voice. "Well, alright kid, if you're dead set on this, I guess I could show you a few things. But be warned, Jim, it takes hard work and dedication."

As weeks turned into months, the daily hard work paid off and Jim's stomach transformed into – no, not an abdominal wall, a whole abdominal tower! Sculpted and powerful enough to rival even the most well-crafted corsets in Beltimore!

Workouts with a tight rope around the waist was a brilliant idea; now, with his incredible waist, the same arrogant dandies couldn't resist stealing glances at him.

As he perched on a wooden crate, he turned to his big brother John and asked, "So, how do you think those abs stack up against the finest corsets in Beltimore, huh?"

John grinned back, "From where I stand, it looks like you have yourself the abs that would give any corset a run for its money!"

And with that, the two brothers laughed heartily – but this was just the beginning of the incredible journey of the one and only Wasp Boy!