Muscle Growth (Parts 1-14) free porn video

Growth
by Newmassaddict,
August 17, 2016

1

It’s been happening more and more lately. I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror or window reflection and my heart skips a beat. This used to happen only on occasion; during a particularly gruelling workout. I would see my reflection in the gym mirror and have to do a double take. These days, its happening outside the gym, when I’m not even pumped.

It all started two months ago when I finally broke the 300lb barrier. I remember just staring at the scale for well over a minute. 301.5lbs it read. I finally tore myself away from the display and lumbered towards the bathroom. Instantly, my cock was rock hard. I could feel its 9” girth pressing against my gym shorts. I stopped in front of the bathroom mirror and literally ripped my tank top off. I knew anyone else in the locker room could've heard the tearing sound but I didn’t care.

I contorted myself into a most muscular crab pose. My traps rose to touch my earlobes. Thick veins erupted on the surface of my tanned skin. Sweat immediately started to glisten on my hulking shoulders. Deep striations and more veins coverd their surface. My inhumanly huge biceps harden like granite as they reached their 25” maximum size. I grunted and flexed even harder. My bloated triceps exploded in perfect ripped horseshoes as my forearms tripled in size. At 20” of thick, vein covered monstrosities, they were larger than most men’s biceps. I could feel my chest filling with blood as it rose to meet my chin. Striations three inches deep appeared. Each overdeveloped fibre twitched and moved with raw power. I was growling now and my arms started to shake as I held the pose. Through the small gaps between my arms and chest I could see my ripped abs expanding in a solid powerful column. Even though I could not see it; I flared my impossibly wide back to the point where the skin felt as if it might split open. I managed to take a step back as the seams of my gym shorts started to tear. A network of veins so thick and engorged covered every visible inch. At 37” each quad fought with the other for room. Sweat ran down my quads to my calves. Even though my massive quads prevented my legs from touching at the knees there was barely an inch separating my calves. At last measure they we over 22” of pure beef. Even unflexed they were the most overdeveloped calves I had even witnessed.

I had now been holding this body torturing pose for close to a minute. Sweat was pooling at my feet, my whole body was trembling and I was growling like a rabid a****l. My eyes darted around my reflection as 301.5lbs ran though my head. Summoning an incomprehensible inner power I somehow flexed even harder. As I watched my already hulking frame expand even bigger I could feel huge amounts of hot cum running down my legs. I released to pose as I hit orgasm and stumbled back and slammed into the wall behind me bracing myself on the counter to stop from collapsing on the floor. I had never cum without touching myself before.


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2

I waddled towards a bathroom stall to clean myself up before hitting the weight room. As I turned the corner I saw one of the stall doors close quickly. I could hear heavy breathing from the other side.

“Hey. Open the door” I said in a commanding voice.

Slowly the stall door opened and I could see the terrified eyes of the person inside.

“Come here” I said.

The guy slowly stepped out of the stall. He was about my height; 5’9” and was wearing shorts and a tight tank top that showed off his impressive physique. I would estimate that he weighed about 240lbs. He was definitely a bodybuilder.

He stood in front of me looking at the floor and shuffling his feet.

“Did you see what just happened out there?” I asked.

“Um-no-no” he muttered.

I smiled. “I think you did.”

“Sorry man, I didn't mean to stare…I just…I’m sorry man” he stammered.

“Woah dude; don't worry about it. I like the fact that there was a witness” I said; trying to reassure him.

“Yeah?” he said and finally looked up. He had a great face. Young, full lips with a square jaw.

“Fuck yeah. I’ve never had that happen to me before. I just reached 300 plus pounds and it feels fucking unbelievable.”

“300 pounds?!” He exclaimed.

I flared my lats and tensed my bare chest as he said it. His eyes widened at the site.

“Looks like you like these massive muscles.”

“Fuck yeah man, you are HUGE.”

“I’m WAY past huge dude. Check this out.” I said and raised my arms into a double biceps pose. My bloated 25” arms hardened into to two twisted columns of muscle and veins. I straightened and re-flexed.

The k**’s face when white. He stared, opened mouthed and my pumped arms. His eyes darting back and forth between them. No matter how many times this has happened to me I never got tired of the effect this growing body had on otherwise big guys.

I lowered my arms and moved into a brutal side chest pose. My 68” pecs erupted with deep striations as my arms inflated again. I could almost feel the veins snaking across my skin. I let out a low growl as I completed the pose.

“Like that?”

“Fuck” was all he could muster.

I smiled and took a step closer to the guy. He looks petrified but also entranced.

I placed my hands on my waist and slowly started to spread my lats. I swear I could hear the massive slabs of muscle moving and growing. In the mirror behind my new admirer I could see my body expanding. The k** looked like he was about to pass out as he tried to comprehend the freaky sight in front of him.

“Have you ever seen this much mass?”

He could only shake his head.

“I bet you’ve never felt like the smallest guy in the room.” I said and relaxed the pose. I stepped even closer; I could feel his breath on my skin. I slowly bounced my blood engorged pecs.

“You want to feel this massive muscle don't you? I can tell. I can see from that tent in your shorts that you might want to do a little more than just touch.”

The k**s jaw dropped open and he quickly cover his bulging hard-on.

“Don’t worry boy. I know we’ll have a lot of fun. But first we need to toss some huge weights around.”

“You-You want to lift with me?” the k**’s eyes light up.

“Fuck yeah. You think I look huge now; just wait until I’m pumped. Looks like you can handle yourself too.”

I turned and walked to my locker to change into new shorts and replace my tank top. Then we walked out to the gym floor.

It was arm day for me. I didn't even ask the k** what he was planning on training. He didn’t seem to care either. The opportunity to lift with a b**st like me doesn’t come along that often and this k** wasn’t going to say shit.

“I’m Dave by the way.” I said to the k** before we got started.

“Tyler.” he replied.

“You ready to feel some serious pain?” I asked with a smile.

Tyler looked like a deer caught in headlights but I could tell he didn’t want to disappoint me.

I did one of the most intense and brutal arm workouts of my life. I kept thinking about reaching 300lbs and having cum without even touching myself. I was more motivated and focused then ever. Watching the k**’s reaction as I pumped up also had me raging for more punishment.

At one point while I was curling 225lbs it looked like the k** was going to have to run to the locker room to shoot a load. I teased him by slowing my pace so he could get a better look at my massive biceps. Seeing his reaction had me raging to punish my arms even more.

I had him add another 45lb plate to each side. He looked at me like I was completely insane.

“Don’t worry man, I can handle this weight but you better stay close though; in case I need a hand.”

I processed to curl the massive weight slowly. I could feel every fibre of my bloated arms exploding. Thick veins ran across every service. Drops of sweat were falling to the floor. Tyler couldn’t look away. He licked his lips as I continued to move the bar up and down.

After six reps I look at Tyler and said “Push down on the bar”.

His mouth fell open.

“DO IT!” I said forcefully.

Tyler grabbed hold of the bar and started to apply pressure. I started to growl as blinding pain filled my arms. I lowered the bar, closed my eyes and started to curl the weight back up.

“Press harder” I managed to say through my gritted teeth.

The pain increased and I let out a loud scream but refused to let the weight stop moving. I stomped my feet and completed the rep. I send the bar crashing to the ground.

I was barely able to move my arms but I managed to flex them for Tyler. “Look at this mass! I bet you want to feel these biceps.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Not until we’re done” I said.

Tyler was able to do four reps with the 225lb which I was very impressed with. His arms looked ripped and massive by the end.

I have to say I was impressed by Tyler’s abilities. He was a strong k** with perfect technique. He was definitely not ready for the likes of me however. He puked three times during our hour and a half workout. I reassured him by telling him there aren’t many guys that could keep up with me but I could tell he was embarrassed.

By the end I was so pumped I couldn’t raise my arms past my waist. My tank was dripping with sweat and was breathing very heavily. Tyler looked a little pale but he was looking pretty jacked.

“How’s that pump feel?” I asked him.

“Fucking incredible! I’ve never been this pumped.”

“Good. You start training like this all the time and you’ll be a freak like me in no time.”

“Fuck man, I’d love that but you are the biggest monster I’ve even seen. Those veins on your arms look disgusting.”

“You think I look disgusting do you!?”

“No! That’s not what I meant!” Tyler said and took a step back as if he was afraid I’d try to hit him. “I don’t think a man can be too big. The bigger and more ripped the better. I want to be as grotesquely huge as you someday.”

“Calm down man. I knew what you meant. Not many guys think like that. To be honest; nothing gets me going more then when people think I’ve got too big. Gets me going up just thinking about the scared looks on their faces.”

Tyler smiled. I could tell he knew exactly what I meant.

Seeing this young k** getting off on my size and dreaming of growing absolutely monstrous got me going. Combined with my incredible pump, I could hardly contain myself.

“Grab your shit from your locker and follow me.” I commanded.

Tyler didn’t even hesitate. He nearly ran to the locker room.



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3

We drove back to my place. I could tell Tyler was nervous because he barely talked. I did notice him feeling his swollen biceps. I couldn’t help but smile.

Once inside I mixed two massive protein drinks. I handed one to Tyler and ordered him to guzzle it fast. He did just that. A few drops of the drink ran down his chin. I finished my drink and stepped towards the young bodybuilder. I grabbed him hard around his thick neck and pulled his face to mind. I licked the stray drops of protein drink off his chin then kissed him deep and hard. He let out a low moan and grabbed hold of my bloated biceps. I grabbed him around his waist, flexed my arms and hoisted the 240lb stud off the floor. He moaned again.

I walked across the kitchen with Tyler in my arms, lifted him even higher and tossed him onto the kitchen island. He let out a groan and there was a flash of fear in his eyes.

“Rip my fucking clothes off” I said.

He reached for the collar of my soaking wet tank and tore it away very easily. He grabbed each leg of my now skin tight gym shorts and pulled them apart without any effort. This k** had skills.

I grabbed hold of his tank top with one hand and his shorts with the other. I gripped hard and with one violent tug he was left in just his underwear. We both had raging hard-ons.

“Time to feel some real power.” I grunted.

I grabbed each of Tyler's ankles and pulled him close. He sat up and instantly started groping my swollen traps. I flexed them hard and thick veins criss-crossed their surface.

“So fucking huge” Tyler moaned and kneed the dense muscle.

I grabbed his head and slammed it into my freakishly pumped pecs. Tyler immediately started licking the beads of sweat that ran down my smooth skin. I bounced each blood filled pec muscle in the k**s face as he devoured every drop of moisture.

I ran my meaty hands down Tyler’s thick back; caressing every bump and mound. When I reached his ass I tore his underwear away. I cupped his firm, ripped glutes and hoisted him off the counter top. He wrapped his thick quads around my waist and squeezed his ass hard. He let out a whimper of pain but started to kiss me passionately.

I carried him to the living room and stood in front of a huge full length mirror. The site was nothing less then incredible. My 300+ body looked down right scary. Fully pumped, ripped and wet from sweat I didn’t even look human. Tyler’s back was flared as he hung onto my hulking frame. His huge quads flexed and tightened around my solid midsection. Although I completely dwarfed him, we looked like one massive ball of steroid infused muscle.

“Fucking freaky” I yelled as I let go of Tyler. He turned to face the mirror.

“Take my underwear off.” I told him.

With a smirk Tyler knelt down and grabbed the elastic waist band with his teeth. Looking up at me he wrapped he hands around my massive quads and slowly started to lower my underwear.

“Stand up.”

Both naked we started to pose. Tyler mimicked my poses. Our cocks were rock hard and the more we flexed the sweatier we got. Tyler would moan every time I hit a different pose. He never broke his stare from my gruesomely pumped body.

I finished with the same astounding most muscular crab pose he had witnessed in the bathroom. Tyler stopped posing a turned to face the massive b**st beside him.

Looking him in the eyes I leaned in closer and flexed even harder. He couldn’t look away.

“Flex harder!” He screamed. “Grow bigger. You look fucking sick!”

His reaction triggered something primal in me; something I’ve never felt before. I was always the one that thought you can never be too big but to hear someone else say the same things to me was an incredible feeling.

I let out a savage scream and tensed my entire body. Through the sweat in my eyes I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Gone was the roided up freak I saw before. In its place was something no longer human, no longer normal. Slabs of grotesquely overdeveloped muscle erupted from my body. I could see myself growing and mutating. Tyler expression was a mix of lust and pure terror.

There was no logically way I should have been able to hold this pose this intensely for so long but I felt like I never had to stop. My cock was pressing on my stone hard abs and cum was dripping down it’s shaft.

Another 30 seconds passed and my entire body was shaking violently. I turned to face Tyler let out another wall shaking scream. Suddenly warm cum was covering my chest and his. We both came an incredible amount, coating each other. Neither one of us had touched our cocks. I finally released the pose and we both collapsed on the living room floor.

We lay there for close to fifteen minutes panting and groaning. When I was finally able to stand up I made us two more large protein shakes. Once drank we made our way to the bathroom. Naked and still semi-erect we showered and explored each other’s massive bodies. We barely spoke, just flexed and touched each other. Once clean I guided Tyler to the large king bed. He looked ready to pass out from exhaustion but I was just getting started.

I laid my densely muscle-packed body on top of his. He struggled to accommodate my size. We wrestled around the bed for a few minutes before we were both rock hard again.

“Fuck k**, you are really loving all the muscle aren’t you?” I asked.

“Oh hell yeah! I’ve never been this turned on Dave.” He said between sucking on my hard nipples.

“Then I guess it’s time to turn it up a notch”

I wrapped my bulging arms around the smaller muscle stud and hoisted him off the bed. I powered his bulky frame higher until his hard cock was in my mouth. He let out a loud moan as I begin to suck.

I curled his body up and down as I took his entire cock in my mouth. His 240lb body felt light in my arms but I could feel my muscles getting pumped.

Placing one hand on his chest and the other on his upper thighs I grunted and pressed him over my head.

“Feel that power” I said in a low rumble.

I performed 6 reps with him and tossed him onto the bed.

“Your turn.” I said “stand up and give me a bearhug. Use ALL your strength. I want you make me hurt.”

“What!? I can’t lift you.” Tyler responded.

“I wasn’t asking. Show me what that muscle can do. Show me how freaky you can get.” I commanded.

Tyler wrapped his arms around my upper body and locked his hand together. His naked body pressed against my mammoth back and glutes.

He groaned and tried to lift me but I barely moved.

“Again!” I yelled.

He adjusted his grip and tried again. To his surprise my feet left the ground; but only by a little. Sensing what was happening, he let out a growl and lifted again. I was surprised as he was when I rose higher. Next he started to apply more pressure around my body. His already tense forearms exploded in size and new veins started to creep across the surface. His legs started to shake but he was able to hold my in the air.

“Aaarrrrgggghhhh!” he yelled and let go of his grip.

I turned and smiled, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the bed.

“Good job stud. That was some serious power.”

I grabbed hold of his ankles and pulled him towards me. I spread his smooth, hard quads and shoved my throbbing dick inside him.

Tyler let out a loud scream then said in a laboured voice “FUCK ME”.

I smiled and started to pound his ass harder. Thrusting so hard I had to keep a hold of his thighs to stop him from falling off the bed.

I have fucked many big men but Tyler was able to withstand my powerful body. Just when I thought he would resist he would look at me and mouth “more”.

We fucked for three hours that night. In every conceivable position. When all was said a done, I had cum three more times and Tyler had five times.



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4

I started Tyler on a new steroid cycle the next day. I told him it was pretty potent but he didn’t care. He said he’d do anything to grow massive. I adjusted my own dosage to ensure I was growing even faster. I wanted to leave my 300lb weight in the dust.

We started to workout quite often and I could definitely see impressive gains in Tyler. I responded well on the new gear and was closing in on 315lbs in just three weeks.

On one particular day we had meet at the gym to train chest.

My tank top was nearly tearing off my body as I walked onto the gym floor. I could feel all eyes on me. In awe of my size, power and raw sex appeal.

I spotted Tyler near the benches. When he noticed me coming his eyes lit up, he licked his lips and placed his hands near his crotch. He was already 250lbs and looked fucking hot even at a distance.

We warmed up with bench press and both had a good pump starting when we started increasing the weight.

I completed 12 perfect reps with four 45 pound plates on each side. My chest was swelling up and I was starting to sweat a lot. Standing over me Tyler watched with lust in his eyes.

“Dave, you look fucking massive. Pump those pecs harder; make them grow” he encouraged.

I racked the weights and at up. I flexed my enormous pecs and watched them swell in the mirror.

Tyler performed 10 perfect reps before I had to help him with the last two. He grunted loudly but finished the set with good form.

“One more on each side” I ordered and sat down and got ready to hoist the 495lb bar.

“You’re a monster” Tyler said I lifted the bar without his help. I lowered the bar and paused for a few seconds before raising it back up.

“Feel them” I grunted.

Tyler quickly placed his hands on my rock hard pecs as I continued to press the heavy weight. I could feel him running his fingers along the deep striations and thick veins. He moaned as I completed 10 reps before racking the bar and stood up.

I hit a few poses in the mirror as people started to gather around us. I could see fear in the eyes of a few men. A couple were visible hard watching me flex.

“Two more!” I yelled.

Tyler looked doubtful but one look at my face told him I was serious.

With 585lbs loaded on the bar, I sat down and started to get ready to lift the massive weight. I stared at my swollen body in the mirror, bounced my blood filled pecs and let out a few screams. I balled up my big meaty hands and started to punch each pec hard. Sweat sprayed and my pecs started to throb. I looked like a wild a****l as I laid on the bench. I wrapped my hands around the bar and squeezed so hard I felt like to could bend the heavy metal bar.

I let out one guttural scream and powered to bar off the rack. I heard gasps from the large crowd that had gathered. The bar felt incredibly heavy and sagged from the number of plates on each end. My pecs screamed with pain as I lowered the bar. I let it touch my skin for a second before I pushed the weight back up. My arms trembled but the weight kept moving. When I reached the top I could see Tyler ready to grab the bar.

“NO!!!” I screamed and started to lower the bar again. The pain coursing through my pecs tripled but I refused to give up. I felt the bar touch my chest again and with every ounce of strength I started to press it back up. When it reached the top I let a low grunt that signalled to Tyler I was finished. He grabbed the bar and slammed it onto the rack.

I couldn’t move. I let my arms fall to my sides as I gasped for breath. A full two minutes passed before I could sit up.

What I saw in the reflection of the mirror was nothing short of amazing. My 315 pound body had morphed into a total muscle abomination. I was bigger and more vascular then any Mr Olympia competitor. My chest was so pumped my chin rested on it’s thick upper shelf. I looked around at the crowd and most of them had a look of horror on there faces.

I moved into a most muscular pose and immediately heard tearing from my tank top fabric. The material around my pecs tore away. I peeled the rest of it off and hit the pose again.

I moved closer to the mirror and hit a side chest pose. My chest flexed to it full 70” and jutted four inches beyond my ripped abs. My 25” biceps pressed against my inflated chest and my traps looked down right freakish. My thick back and shoulders made me look three feet thick from the side. It was a truly incredible sight.

I walked up to Tyler and I could see fear in his eyes.

“Lick the sweat off the world’s biggest pecs.” I commanded.

Tyler’s jaw dropped and he looked around nervously. “What?”

“You heard me. Lick the fucking sweat off these freaky pecs.”

“Right here? In front of everyone? No!” He said.

“Did it sound like I was asking little man!” I said loudly. I placed one huge hand around Tyler’s thick neck and pulled his head towards me. I could feel him resisting but I outmuscled him. I slammed his head into my left pec. The whole crowd could hear the impact.

Tyler timidly started to lick the beads of sweat from my hot skin.

“Faster!” I yelled and pressed his face harder.

He started to lick faster as I flexed and bounced my swollen muscles.

I looked at the crowd and laughed. “You see this! Even a big man like this can’t resist all this massive muscle.”

I moved Tyler’s face to my right pec and he started to slurp the sweat.

After a few minutes I let go of Tyler’s neck and he took a step back. He looked mortified.

The crowd couldn’t believe I had humiliated him like that. I was so amped up I didn’t care. I walked towards the cable crossover machine and noticed Tyler hadn’t moved.

I stopped and turned towards him. His eyes were staring at the floor.

“TYLER!” I yelled. He hesitated but walked towards me.

“Did I say we were done?”

“N-No.”

We started doing cable crossovers. We were both looking insanely huge. After a few sets we were both posing in the mirror and tyler finally started to smile again. By the time we finished we were both using the full stack of weights and sweat was puddling on the floor under us.

As we walked to our last exercise; incline dumbbells I leaned into Tyler and whispered “A few more sets and it’ll be time for me to fuck your brains out.”

Tyler swallowed hard and looked nervous.

We performed four gruelling sets of dumbbell presses. I maxed out using 250lb dumbbells and Tyler maxed out with 175lbs. We waddled towards the locker room. As we passed the trash can Tyler fell to his knees and puked. I wasn’t sure if it was the workout or the humiliation that had gotten to him.

He stood up and followed me out. I fucked him three times that night. When I wasn’t pounding his hard ass I was posing my mammoth body for him. I tossing his growing body around like a rag-doll, used him as a human weight and dominated every moment we spent together. We both came countless times and Tyler had a few bruises the next day.

Tyler didn’t call me for a week. When he finally did it was to ask whether his steroid shipment had arrived. I could tell there was something different about him. He made an excuse as to why we couldn’t workout that week. I figured he needed to take a break but I knew he’d be back. No one could resist my freakish mass and power.


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5



The next two months passed in a blur of steroid injections, heavy weights and ridiculous amounts of food.

I’m now a monstrous 335lbs of ripped muscle. I’m a walking mutant. Not a day goes by where at least one person isn’t totally petrified at the site of my outrageously pumped up body.

I hadn’t seen Tyler since the day I humiliated him at the gym. I was a little disappointed but I tried not to dwell on it. If he couldn’t handle my raging muscle dominance maybe he wasn’t the right partner for me.

I had fucked a few other bodybuilders since my last session with Tyler. They were pretty big guys but not able to withstand my freakish size and muscle lust. One guy actually pissed himself when I stripped off my shirt. He literally ran out of my house to get away from me. It made me so horny I came to my reflection three times that night.



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I waddled into the gym wearing my typical skin tight tank top but there was a different vibe in the air today. Usually the guy working the front desk couldn’t help but stare in complete awe at my massive body. Today, however, he was staring towards the squat racks. I saw at least two of my usual muscle admirers but neither of them looked in my direction. I glanced towards the squat racks and saw a rather large crowd in the far corner. I walked over to see what the commotion was.

As I approached the crowd I could see a couple of guys holding their crotches. A few pretty massive bodybuilders were just staring slack jawed and a few other had looks of complete shock on their faces.

I pushed my way through the crowd and stopped short when I saw what was happening.

Standing in squat rack was Tyler. He had the bar loaded with a mind boggling seven plates per side. He grunted loudly and lowered the bar so deep his ass was three inches from the ground. He paused and slowly powered his way back up. I stood transfixed as he preformed nine textbook perfect reps. He racked the weight with a load crash, stood in front of the mirror. He was drenched in sweat. His quads were swollen masses of twisted muscle. Starring at his refection in the mirror Tyler didn’t seem to notice the people around him. He started to shake one leg back and forth. Thick slabs of his quad meat swung back and forth. Watching all that relaxed muscle move was hypnotic. After a few seconds Tyler flexed the quad and it solidified into a column of pure steel hard muscle. He relaxed the muscle, punched his leg hard and reflexed again. He shifted his weight and started to flex the other leg. He was grunting like an a****l and had a demented look in his eyes. Tyler finally looked up at the crowd and made eye contact with me. I felt a shiver run up my spine.

“Add two more plates to each side!” Tyler bellowed.

With an astounding 765lbs loaded on the bar, Tyler repositioned himself under the bar. With his eyes locked on me in the reflection of the mirror he hoisted the bar off the rack and started to preform prefect reps once again.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This k** had the entire gym under a trance. He was powering through lifts I would have had trouble with. He didn’t even look like the guy I had seen two months ago. He looked like a stage ready super heavyweight bodybuilder. Thick veins covered his bronzed, sweat covered skin.

After three perfect reps, Tyler paused at the top and in a strained voice yelled “Dave! SPOT ME”.

I moved behind him and felt my heart skip a beat as the thickness of his back. His hulking traps rose and encompassed the weight bar. I positioned myself and placed my arms under Tyler’s arms. I placed the rest of my body close to him. I could feel his pumped glutes on my hard crotch.

With a smirk on his face he started to lower the weight again. I could feel the power coursing though his entire body. He clearly didn’t need my help as he easily raised the weight again. I stayed in the spot position and followed him back down for another slow rep. His legs were shaking but he didn’t stop. Tyler’s face was contorted with pain but he was able to whisper “feel this power”.

He let out a loud guttural scream and lowered the weight again. He paused at the bottom and slowly raised the massive weight. He stood up straight and pressed his ass harder into my crotch before slamming it on the rack.

The crowd was in a state of complete awe. Some guys cheered, others just stared with their mouths open. Three guys ran to the locker room to jerk off and a few looked like they were ready to pass out.

Tyler hit a few poses for the crowd. I would have guessed his weight was over 275lbs now. His quads had to be close to 33” if not bigger.

Eventually he waddled to the leg press machine that was loaded with so many 45lb plates that there was no more room.

He stopped and turned to me. “Get on” he said.

I hesitated and he stepped closer to me.

“I need more weight to really work these fucking legs. Climb on the sled and make me work for this pump.”

He lowered himself to the seat and I climbed on. I stared down at Tyler and all the plates loaded onto the machine.

“Over 1300lbs” Tyler said.

He let out a grunt and I felt the sled move. Tyler closed his eyes and lowered the weight. I could see the pain in his face but he didn’t stop. Rep after rep sent me up and down like a piston. To my surprise he increased his speed with each rep. After twelve reps Tyler finally slowed but didn’t stop. Instead he opened his eyes and looked up at me.

“CALVES!” he yelled and started to move the weight again.

I had to hold back a gag as I looked down at his legs. They looked twice as thick as they did after the squats and his calves had transformed into something truly inhuman as they moved such incredible weight.

Tyler completed 12 reps and rolled off the machine and collapsed on the floor. He could barely move but flexed his calves and quads continually.

I climbed down and stood over the his panting body.

Tyler opened his eyes and they had a wild look to them. I felt another shiver run up my spine. He slowly rose and stood inches from my face. He placed his hands on my traps and started to apply pressure. He then started to push me down. I resisted but he was overpowering me.

“Kneel” he ordered.

I was too shocked to respond. He squeezed my traps harder. Sharp pain ran through my body and he forced me down until I was kneeling in front of him.

“Feel my quads” he ordered.

My face was level with his gruesomely massive quads. I could almost see the blood pumped though the thick veins criss-crossing every inch. Tyler started to flex each quad and deep striations appeared. His muscle separation was Mr Olympia quality. I couldn’t resist placing my hands on his bloated legs. I ran them up and down his smooth, wet skin as his muscles flexed and moved underneath.

The crowd watched in amazement as this pumped up freak had my 335lbs of alpha beef under his complete control.

“What the fuck is going on? I asked.

He stepped away from me so I could take in his entire body. He barely resembled the k** I had power fucked a couple of months ago.

“I think you know what’s happening here. I’m becoming a fucking freak that’s what happening. Did you see those weights I was moving? You see the reactions I’m getting from everyone here? Have you ever seen so much power and muscle?” He was flaring his lats and bouncing his pecs right in front of my face. Testosterone appeared to be seeping from his pours.

“You’re not as big or strong as me Tyler.” I said, hoping he couldn’t hear the doubt in my voice.

“That’s true but how long do you think it will be before you are a tiny speck of a man compared to me. That gear you got for me is unreal. I can feel the power coursing though my veins.” He said and raised his arms into a double bicep pose. Massive balls of muscle erupted from his body. His arms had to be 22” and vascular as hell.

“I should mention that I tweaked your dosage. I’m on a cocktail of the most powerful roids known to man. You have no idea how fucking strong this shit is. I’m up to 280lbs now. I can practically feel my muscles growing. Do you think those weights were heavy? Next week I’ll destroy all of my personal bests. These people think they saw a show today? HA!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Two months ago I had this k** wrapped around my finger. He would have done anything to be with me and worship my massive body. Now he was a demented muscle freak. While I was turned on my his growth and strength, I was caught off guard by his dominating attitude.

He was standing in the mirror, flexing his outrageously swollen quads when he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

“You remember that day you made me lick your pecs?”

“Hey man, you loved that, don’t say you didn’t” I replied.

“I admit that feeling your huge chest was hot yeah, but I was so pissed you made me do that in front of all those people. I’ve thought a lot about that during the past two months and you know what?”

“What?”

“I should thank you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because of that day I starting training harder then ever. I think about it every time I inject myself with roids, eat a meal or guzzle a protein shake. When I cum now I think about a day like today when you get to experience how it feels to be dominated by me.”

I opened my mouth to speak but I was too shocked to say anything.

Tyler stepped closer to me so we were face to face. “Time for walking lunges and you’re going to me my weight big man.” He said a leaned down, placed one solid shoulder into my crotch and one hand around my neck. With a small grunt he hoisted me onto his shoulders and stood up. I tried to break free but he tightened his grip on my cock and balls causing sharp paint to shoot through my body.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growled and started to perform perfect lunges with 335lb body d****d across his shoulders. With each step he grunted. I caught his refection in the mirror and he had a look of shear determination in his eyes.

People couldn’t help but notice what was happening. No one had even seen such a site like this before.

Tyler walked around the gym doing lunge after lunge for close to five minutes before letting me go. He collapsed on the floor, his legs twitching uncontrollably.

I stood speechless again. Part of me was pissed he had just done that to me but part of me was impressed at the b**st he had become. I looked down at his hulking body and felt my cock getting hard. He looked up and noticed my growing bulge and smiled.

“You like what you see?” He asked.

“I can’t help it. I’ve never meet a someone as freaky as me. You are becoming an a****l!” I said. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth after what just happened but I couldn’t help myself.

I reached out my hand and hoisted Tyler off the floor.

“Get your workout in. I’m fucking spent. Give me your house keys; I’ll meet you there when you’re done.” Tyler said.



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6

I opened the front door and could hear grunting coming from the kitchen. I walked in and saw Tyler sitting on the floor in front of the fridge. Empty food containers littered the floor around him. He was holding an uncooked steak and was ripping huge pieces off with his teeth. blood ran down his chin.

“I ate all the cooked food and was still hungry. No time to cook it.” He said with a mouth full of raw meat.

I looked inside the fridge. There was nothing left! He’d consumed weeks worth of food and was still eating.

Tyler stood up and let out a massive burp. He looked more enormous then he had just two hours ago. He was stripped to his underwear, sweat glistened on his chest and blood ran down his neck.

“Fuck man. All that food is making me feel SO HUGE.” He said and hit a front lat spread. Massive slabs of back muscle exploded from his sides. He tripled in width as his chest and arms hardened and swelled. He looked like he could step onto any bodybuilding stage and take the trophy. I should have been pissed he’d eaten all my food but I was too tuned on to care.

I didn’t know what upset me more; what he’d done to me at the gym or the fact that he’d eaten all of my food. I had to admit, he looked absolutely massive hitting that pose but I needed to teach this punk k** a lesson.

I dropped my gym bag and ran towards Tyler's flexed body. I moved too fast for him to react. I tackled the young b**st and we both slammed onto the floor. I knocked the air out of him and before he could react I stood and wrapped my arm around his neck. I tightened the headlock and pulled Tyler to his feet.

“You little bitch!” I yelled “ You think because you’ve gained a few pounds that gives you the right to play games with me in the gym and eat all my food?”

I caught a glimpse of Tyler’s face in the mirror. A smile crept across his face as he started to flex. I could feel his thick traps swell with power. Pressure started to build against my biceps. Tyler growled and flexed harder. His traps erupted and I could swear his neck expanded. I loosen my grip longer enough to allow his to break free of the hold.

The pumped up freak spun around to face me. “You need to calm down” he commanded. “Isn’t this want you wanted? Didn’t you want to make me into a grotesque freak of nature like you?”

“You’re right I did” I said.

Tyler reached into his gym bag and pulled out three pre-filled syringes.

“Feed me!” He said handing the syringes to me. He turned and lowered his underwear. His striated glutes twitched with pure muscle.

My hand was shaking as I emptied the first dose. I hesitated. Tyler turned his head, flexed his ass harder and said “more”.

As I emptied the last syringe into Tyler he took and deep breathe, closed his eyes and turned towards me.

“That feels so fucking incredible!” With his eyes still closed he raised his arms above his head and slowly lowered them and started to flex. His bloated biceps erupted with power and new levels of muscle. His lats flared and his food stuffed stomach solidified into a column of cobblestone abs. He straightened and reflexed his arms. Each time he appeared to grow in size.

He started to grunt and moan. His eyes were still closed and his cock was getting hard. “So much power” he moaned.

I watched in disbelief. I grabbed hold of my own hard cock and stepped closer to Tyler. “You look incredible man. Let that dose wash over you. Feel it working.”

Tyler smiled and grunted louder. His cock slapped against his flexed abs. He placed his hands behind his head and twisted his body. Deep striations erupted as he flexed and reflexed his intercostal muscles. Thick veins ran up and down his lats and sweat dripped and puddled on the floor. I stood behind him; my cock pressed against the small of his back. I whispered “look”.

Tyler opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes widened. I had to support his body because he momentarily lost control of his legs. He didn’t even recognize himself. He was consumed by the potent roids coursing through his body. He steadied himself and with one more gut wrenching flex he came. Hot cum sprayed all over his abs and chest. I shot cum all over his mammoth back at the same time.

“I need that cock in my ass” I said.

“Not yet” Tyler said and reached into his bag and took out four syringes. “Your turn” he said.

I looked at him with obvious shock on my face.

“I’m done competing with you Dave. I’m never going to find a b**st as muscle obsessed as you and I’m not going to do anything to ruin that. I want us to be the biggest, most obscenely jacked up freaks on the planet.”

“I…I want that too.” I replied.

With that, Tyler stuck all four needles in my ass and as he emptied them he kissed my long and hard.

As the chemicals flowing into my bloodstream I felt a wave of intense heat radiating throughout me. My skin tingled and I felt light headed. After a minute I squatted down and hoisted Tyler’s 280lbs over my shoulder and carried him into the master bathroom. He felt as light as a sack of potatoes. Every muscle felt like it was on fire. I had never felt this strong and powerful.

We showered and worshiped our inhumanly massive bodies. The whole time we flexed, licked, kissed and told each other how huge we each were. Both of our cocks remained rock hard. We dried off and headed into the bedroom.

Tyler fell to his knees and began sucking my hard cock. His hands roamed all over my thick quads. He squeezed my muscles hard causing me to moan. I could feel the power in his hands. I gripped his thick traps and pressed his head further down my dick. His hands reached around and grasped my razor hard glutes. Tyler adjusted his hands and with one powerful thrust he lifted my 335lbs bulk off the floor while keeping my dick in his mouth. He stood straight up and continued to suck me off. His arms trembled and I could see new veins creeping across his tanned skin. He finally let me go and I dropped onto the bed.

Standing over me Tyler hit a gruesome most muscular pose. I moaned and he ran his thick hands up my massive quads and tightened his grip around my waist. He pulled me towards him.

“Fuck me” I whimpered.

Tyler smiled and slide his dick in my ass and started to pound me hard. His whole body flexed with each powerful trust. Sweat started to form on him forehead and shoulders.

“H-H-Harder” I yelled.

Tyler increased his rhythm and force. The pain he was inflicting was counteracted by the site of our enormous bodies and the powerful chemicals running thorough my veins. It didn’t take long for Tyler to be close to cumming. I started to stroke my dick and we both came at the same time. It was incredible. Tyler collapsed on the bed beside me.

“That was hot. I love having your cock inside me.” I said as I licked cum off Tyler’s swollen pecs.

“Me too” Tyler replied. We fell asleep naked and sweaty.

I woke Tyler up a few hours later to fuck him senseless. As we both cum again he injected another two syringes in each of us. It was 3am but we both needed to hit the gym and we were raging to lift serious iron and grow our bodies.


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7

I had a set of keys to the gym. I had gotten them from the hot muscle head that worked the front counter. He knew he could have gotten fired for giving them to me but he would have done anything to have my attention, even for a few minutes. I had him meet me there one night and he gave me a pretty great blow job.

Tyler and I practical ran through the front doors. We were both riding high from the massive doses of roids coursing through our veins coupled with our intense muscle sex a few hours before. We headed straight to the weights.

I stepped behind Tyler, grabbed hold of his hoodie and with one savage tug, pulled it clean off his body. He smiled and hit a most muscular pose in the mirror.

“FUCK YEAH” he bellowed “I want to make this 280lb look pathetic and small!”

I stepped in front of him and started to pound my fists on his flexed pecs. The sound of the impacts echoed throughout the empty gym. “You won't even recognize yourself in a few weeks” I said.

I was wearing a t-shirt that was already stretched to its limits. I started to lift it up but Tyler stopped me.

“Get so pumped you tear that shirt off.”

“OH YEAH” I screamed and walked towards the dumbbells. I hoisted the 75lb dumbbells off the rack and started doing curls. Instantly my massive 25” biceps swelled. Tyler counted each perfect rep.

“…f******n, fifteen, KEEP GOING, sixteen, s*******n…” he counted.

At twenty reps I let the weights drop to the ground with a loud crash. I stepped over them and grabbed the 100lbs and started to curl. When the gym is busy I always get some terrified stares when I use these. I can see the looks on the other peoples faces. Their wide eyes drive me to power though a few extra reps. Nothing gets me going when the “biggest” guys look totally defeated by the insane power I possess. Tonight it was just Tyler.

At ten reps my arms are on fire. Veins as thick as garden hoses cover the surface. My smooth skin is glistening with sweat. My rhythm starts to slow and Tyler stepped in front of me.

“COME ON!” he screams, spraying spit on my face.

I curl the weight for the eleventh time and I’m about to drop it when Tyler leans in and starts to kiss me. He grabs hold of my waist and squeezes with all his strength.

“Show me your POWER” he commands and steps aside.

Something snapped in my head. I wanted Tyler to see there was no limit to my strength. I let out a primal scream and started to curl again. The pain was gone. All I was feeling were my biceps growing. I watched in the mirror as my arms exploded in size. My shirt was like a second skin. I managed to reach twenty reps before dropping the weights.

I raised my arms into a double biceps pose. I flexed so hard my arms trembled from the effort. spit covered the mirror as I grunted and yelled. The fabric of the shirt could not hang on any longer. Each arm tore open. I straightened and re-flexed arms. I flared my monstrous lats and heard another rip. My vein covered lats erupted from the holes. I hit a most muscular pose and the remaining fabric on the back of shirt gave away. I peeled the sweat drenched remains from my body, wiped my face and tossed it aside.

I turned to face Tyler. He was smiling widely. I grabbed him and kissed him with such force he stubbled back. I turned and walked towards the 120lbs. I could hear Tyler gasp behind me.

I have used these dumbbells for curls before but I’ve never been able to do more then four reps. All I wanted right now was to torture my body more then I have ever experienced. I wanted pain, I needed pain.

I grabbed the huge weighs. Instantly I felt pain radiating throughout my entire body. I looked down at my blood engorged arms. Thick, pulsing veins covered every inch. My forearms along looked bigger then most people’s quads. My dick started to get hard at the gruesome sight.

Through gritted teeth I mumbled “I need to grow…”

Tyler stepped behind and start to scream encouragement in my ear. I closed my eyes and started to curl the weights. I managed three perfect reps before the pain became unbearable. I opened my eyes and looked at my hulking 335lb body. I looked demented. A deformed creature not from this planet.

“F-F-Fuck me” I bellowed.

Tyler looked shocked but didn’t hesitate to pull down my shorts. His strong hands kneed my striated glutes. He pulled down his own shorts and exposed his raging hard-on. Without wasting any time, he drove his cock into my ass and started to pound me hard.

Staring at our massive bodies in the mirror I started to curl the weights again. Keeping rhythm with Tyler's powerful trusted I felt unstoppable. Adrenaline coursed though my veins. Every inch of my body screamed for me to stop but I couldn’t. I needed my arms to explode with more dense muscle then anyone had ever seen.

I don’t know how many reps I managed to complete with the 120lb dumbbells before I let them fall to the ground. Tyler pushed me into the weight rack and started to pound my ass with renewed intensity. He kept muttering “sssoo fucking massive”. Thirty seconds later he pulled his cock out and spayed a humungous load all over the mirrors while I collapsed on the floor.

“That was the most incredible sight I have ever seen.” Tyler said, standing over my exhausted body. “You look bigger than ever. LOOK at your arms!”

I smiled and tried to flex my biceps but they barely moved.

Still naked; Tyler walked to the squat bar and loaded a 45lb plate on either side. I rolled to my side and managed to get back on my feet. I hobbled to him as he curled the weight very rapidly.

I stood behind Tyler and marvelled at the massiveness of his back and shoulders. He barely resembled the young stud I first met only months before. I stepped closer to the b**st and ran my hands over his huge biceps as he continued to curl. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “Out power me. Show me what you can do.”

Tyler bite his lip and dropped the bar. Without a moment of rest he added another 45lb plate to either side of the squat bar and with 225lb now loaded he positioned himself between me and the rack. He let out a little grunt and hoisted the bar off the supports.

He managed f******n perfect reps before the pain was too intense. He could not curl the weight past his waist. His whole body was shaking and waves of heat was radiating off him. He stopped trying to lift the weight; letting it hang with his arms extended. Tyler lowered his head and closed his eyes. I took a step back and watched his reflection in the mirror. He stood motionless for a long time before raising his head.

The look in his eyes caused a chill to run up my spine. Suddenly the heavy weight started to move. Tyler was able to curl it again but to my amazement, he didn’t stop at the top of the rep. Instead; he pressed the weight over his head. Sweat and spit flew out of his mouth as he powered to weight higher. He looked up at the ceiling and let out a savage bellow and slowly lowered the bar behind his head!

I stumbled backwards and sat on a nearby bench as Tyler started to preform perfect overhead tricep extensions with 225lb. Gruesome veins erupted over the surface of his triceps and forearms as he moved the weight up and down. I watched open-mouthed as he reached eight reps before the bar came crashing down behind him.

Tyler turned towards me. His bloated upper body looked torn from a bodybuilding magazine. He was breathing heavily and sweat was pouring off his body. His massive pecs twitched and flexed with each breath. He raised his enormous arms and hit a devastating double bicep pose. His cock was rock hard and dripped with cum. He couldn’t form complete words but grunted and mumbled as he flexed harder. His whole body trembled with effort. I started to stroke my own hard cock at the sight. Seeing my reaction to his muscle engorged display made Tyler smile.

“You like what you see big man? You made me into this freak. I feel so fucking huge right now. Like I could pull this whole building down with my bare hands.”

Tyler released his mammoth flex and walked back to the squat rack. He hoisted the huge weight and turned to face me again. He started to curl the weight again. The pain of his face was obvious but he was determined to keep lifting. His cock slapped against his wet smooth abs. I stood to face the b**st as I started to cum. I sprayed a huge load all over Tyler’s massive frame. He screamed and curled the weight for the seventh rep but didn’t let the bar drop. His arms looked like they were boulders of granite. He locked eyes with my and suddenly I feel his hot cum splashing off my chest. Tyler dropped the weight, grabbed me around my waist and kissed me hard as his arms pressed into my thick muscled torso.

He held me in his arms for a long time while we kissed. Finally his arms gave out and we both collapsed to the floor. I slide my cock into his striated ass and started to pound him hard. We both grunted from the force. Tyler flexed his back causing me to cum in minutes at the site. We both rolled onto the ground, breathing heavy and causing a puddle of sweat around our naked bodies.

We both decided it was time to shower and go find somewhere to eat when we heard a metallic crash from the other side of the gym. We both stood up and saw a shadow move in the dark corner of the weight room. There was someone watching us.


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8

Tyler and I ran towards the sound. We heard another crash near the front desk. As we got closer I moved behind the desk and there, crouched in the corner was a terrified looked man.

“Get the FUCK up!” I screamed.

The guy slowly stood up as Tyler and I; still naked, stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking any escape.

The guy was shaking like a leaf. He looked young; maybe early 20s. He was tiny compared to us. Some would say he was beefy but he couldn't have weighed more then 200lbs.

“Were you watching us? Getting off on our massive bodies?” Tyler shouted.

“No-no…” The k** stuttered.

“Yeah I think you were. I think you were jerking off as we tossed those huge weights around and fucked each other raw.”

“I swear I wasn’t. Please don’t hurt me”. He said; sounding close to tears.

“How the hell did you get in here?” I asked.

“My-my dad…”

“Your dad WHAT?”

“He owns this place. I’m Grant’s son Matt. I just wanted to workout. I swear I didn’t know anyone was here.”

I looked at Tyler who was looking at the k**s crotch. I looked down and saw he had a huge hard-on under his baggy shorts. I smiled and stepped closer. He stumbled back and crashed into the counter.

“Did you like the show?” I whispered and raised my left arm and flexed. The k**s eyes bugged out of his head at the close up view of my 25” biceps. I raised the other arm and flexed both mammoth biceps in his face. Tyler stepped closer and hit a side chest pose.

The k** started to shake and moan. We watched as a wet spot appeared on the front of his shorts. He looked at us and tears started to pour from his eyes.

“I know you’ve never seen this much muscle before k** but we aren’t giving away free shows. What you saw here tonight was meant to be private.” I said.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” was all Matt could mumble.

“You’ll be more sorry if I see you trying to catch another show!” I yelled. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

Matt climbed over the counter and scrambled to the front door.

Tyler and I laughed as we showered. We found a 24 hour diner and ate close to $200 in food before heading home to crash.

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Matt barely made it to his car before he came again. He was shaking; both from fear and from pure ecstasy. All the muscle porn he’d watched didn’t come close to what he had just witnessed.

“They were so HUGE! So STRONG!” he kept saying.

Matt drove home with one hand on his crotch. He showered and jerked off again before crawling into bed. His terror had subsided. Now he was depressed.

Ever since he tuned 18 Matt had been working out at his dad’s gym. He had gained about 10 pounds a year and was now 22 and 208lbs. Matt wasn’t happy with his progress. He wanted to be bigger, a lot bigger. He hadn’t come out of the closet yet either. That certainly didn’t help. He had spend his whole life around big, alpha, macho men. He was terrified what his dad would do if he ever found out.

The more Matt thought about what had happened at the gym the more embarrassed he became. He couldn't believe he got caught. When he wasn’t hard from thinking about them; he was close to tears.

Matt stayed home for over a week. He survived on delivery pizza and soda. He could feel his dismal mass gains disappearing every day. On the twelfth day of his self-imposed exile Matt decided to take a walk. He roamed the streets for hours until he found an old hole-in-the-wall gym just a few blocks from his apartment. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before.

The place was even more run down on the inside. The paint was faded and peeling, half the mirrors were cracked and the floor was filthy. What it lacked in cleanliness it more then made up for it in gym equipment. The entire place was packed with machines, racks and more metal plates then Matt had ever seen.

There wasn’t anyone at the front desk but Matt could hear metal clanging from the back of the large room. Slowly he made his way towards the sound. There didn't seem to be anyone else there.

Matt moved around a leg press machine that was fully loaded with 45lb plates. He just assumed it was being used as a place to store weights; no one could press that much weight. His thought was interrupted by the source of the metallic bangs. There in the corner of the gym, was a b**st of man doing squats. The bar was loaded with so many plates it bent across the man’s traps. With machine like precision; the man moved the massive weight at an alarming speed. He had already started his set and didn’t look like he was stopping anytime soon. He performed 14 reps before slamming the weight onto the rack. The entire room shook.

The man stopped and turned towards Matt. “Hey there” he grunted.

Matt slowly stood up and stepped towards the man. To describe him as huge was not doing him justice. He didn’t even look human. Matt couldn’t hide his reaction to the man’s size. He placed his had over his mouth to stifle a scream.

The man lumbered closer and Matt noticed he wasn’t young. Grey hairs peppered his buzzed hair along with crows feet and some wrinkles. Seeing Matt’s reaction caused him to stop and smile. He pulled his tight shorts up slowly revealing his pumped up quads.

Matt looked down as the behemoth started to flex. Thick, meaty mounds of muscle started to flare and bulge on the man’s legs. Countless veins erupted across every inch of his smooth skin. His muscles fought amongst each other until they all solidified into an unspeakable abomination.

Matt couldn’t comprehend the site. He tried to stifle a gag but ended up throwing up on the gym floor. He stumbled back as he lost control of his legs.

“FUCK YEAH!” the b**st yelled and flexed his calves. Already the size of a football, they immediately doubled in size. Their shape contorted and solidified into a granite hard collection of inhumanly massive muscle.

Matt stared horrified at what he was witnessing but couldn’t look away. In his wildest fantasies he could never imagine that someone could be this huge.

The b**st seemed to be feeding off of Matt’s reaction to his body. He shifted his weight from one leg to the next and continued to flex his beyond massive quads and calves. He was straining hard, grunting and spitting from the effort.

“Pumped these quads past 38” today. Still not big enough. You think these legs are sick; check this out.”

He grabbed the waist of his sweat soaked sweatshirt and peeled it off. Even though his shear size could not be hidden by the enormous sweater, seeing it uncovered was incomprehensible.

“NO!” Matt screamed “No one is this huge!”

“I AM” was his only reply as the sweater fell to floor and he stood over Matt’s shaking body.

“Stand up. I’m not going to hurt you k**. Actually; your reaction is what I live for. It’s fucking hot to see you trying to comprehend all my size.” he said and stepped closer to Matt and extended his thick hand. Matt reached up and grabbed hold. His legs were shaking as Matt stood face to face with the most muscular freak of nature he had even seen.

“Name’s Clint.”

“M-M-Matt”

“Well Matt, I assume you’ve never seen a man with over 375lbs of muscle packed on a 5’6” frame before.” said Clint.

“375lb!”

“378 this morning bud. Not bad for 52 years old eh?” Clint said with a smile.

“FUCK” was all Matt could muster.

Clint leaned down and grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Matt. After taking a big swig Clint placed a hand on Matt’s shoulder “feel a little better?”

Matt nodded.

“That’s good. Have a seat on that bench. I’m not done showing off just yet.”

Matt’s eyes widened as he sat down slowly. Clint positioned himself a few feet away.

Clint’s bull neck looked to swell as he rolled his shoulders. His huge traps morphed into something straight out a comic book. Each mound of muscle rose to touch his earlobes. Deep striations erupted on his beach ball sized shoulders. Without flexing he looked to be twice as wide as he was tall. As if he was watching Matt’s eyes, Clint slowly started to flare his lats. His impossibly wide body defied all logic and widened even more. Matt looked on slack-jawed. You could project a movie under each of Clint’s arm pits. With his fists balled up, Clint somehow managed to bend his arms and touch either side of his thick waist. He flexed his cobblestone abs, causing his waist to shrink by a number of inches. He let out a low moan as his back expanded even more. Now looking to be wider then a mid-sized car Clint held the pose. Sweat puddled on the floor and Clients arms started to shake.

“FUCK this feels good!” Clint yelled.

Clint finally relaxed the pose