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  1. The third chapter to this story. Sorry it's been so long since the last chapter, I've been very busy. This might be the last chapter I can post for a while as I've got a lot going on. But hopefully this latest chapter is of interest to those of you who are into the m/f muscle worship stuff. I have future chapters of this story partially written and I certainly intend for the main character(s) to grow a lot more in those future sections. -muscleclimber12
  2. Chapter 3: The competition It was a packed auditorium for the Leeward Islands classic bodybuilding competition. Fans were eagerly awaiting the Men’s heavyweight class to take the stage. Among the close to 500 spectators sat my girlfriend Katie. She giddily looked from side to side taking in the faces of all the people seated around her, sure that their minds were about to be all blown. I was the most muscular human any of them had ever seen, and I would soon step onto the stage. Katie had dropped me off backstage only 40 minutes prior, mere minutes before the judges were due to finish the weigh-ins. We had wanted to make my presence a secret until the last minute, and so we timed our arrival to be as late as possible. I was ushered to the scale and told to strip down to only my posing suit. I could already feel a dozen sets of eyes looking at me, other heavyweight guys in my class, some of the figure women who’d just come off stage, and some judges. They saw me walk in wearing my loose fitting sweat suit and likely thought I was some strong man competitor, wanting to make a go of bodybuilding. Some fat, overfed and out of shape guy who didn’t belong here. After all, it looked like I must have weighed 400 pounds! Keen to prove them all wrong, I pulled off my sweatshirt. I think one of the figure girls and at least 2 of my fellow heavyweight competitors gasped. I stepped onto the scale, and my weight was recorded: 408 pounds. I’d put on a few more pounds of muscle just since I’d gotten to the Island. When my class was announced, I was at the back of the line walking on stage. Finally after the other 8 competitors had strode under the lights, I made my appearance from behind the curtain. The buzz in the auditorium rose to a bit of a roar and people began to stand up and jockey around to get a better view of me. At least a couple hundred people ignored the ban on cell phone photography and started to snap furious pictures and videos of me. I honestly felt like my muscles could sense all the attention and they literally seemed like they were swelling right then and there as I was walking. That made me strut just a little bit prouder until I took my place at Stage right. At 6’4” tall I already stood above the rest of the guys in my field, and I must have outweighed the next heaviest competitor by 150 pounds. This was an amateur competition after all. All the other guys stepped back a few steps to give me a spot at the centre of the stage right under all the bright lights. The judges started to call the mandatory poses: “Front double biceps.” I bring my colossal arms up to the side, then flex them intensely. Mounds of muscle form a perfect bicep peak. My arms are bigger than the next biggest guys quads. “Side Chest.” From the side, my Pecs jut out from my body by 6 inches, and I simultaneously flex my glutes so the side of my ass in also on display. “Back lat spread.” Turning my back to the crowd, my flexed back is so developed that the different muscle groups look like they were chiselled out of granite. My tiny posing suit can barely contain my enormous tight glutes, and even my hamstrings and calf muscles are bulging at this point. The judges narrowed the field down to 3 of us, and we performed some more off the cuff poses for the crowd. The audience really roared when I gave a “most muscular” for them. And after what must have been the shortest deliberation in the history of bodybuilding, I was announced the winner. Second place wasn’t even close. After the post competition fervor died down, and I’d finished giving interviews and getting my photo taken by the various media outlets who were there, it was time for Katie and I to head back to the resort. We met up backstage where she literally ran and jumped onto me, putting her legs around my waist. She jammed her tongue into my mouth and kissed me like never before. We kissed like this for a while, then Katie whispered into my ear. “You are unlike any other man on this planet. You’ve left mankind in the dust. Humanity is all in awe of you and your muscles. I AM IN AWE OF YOU AND YOUR MUSCLES. You’re a conqueror, so take me, like I’m your prize. I want you to go medieval with me tonight, you’re the king and I’m your subject. I am here to serve you and your muscles.” I wasn’t going to turn down an offer like that! I didn’t even bother going to look for my sweat suit that I’d changed out of when I arrived at the auditorium. Fuck that, I looked so good, I didn’t care about modesty. So still oiled up from the show, and still only wearing my Red spandex posing suit, I took Katie, threw her over my shoulder and out we went from the auditorium. When we got outside, a black Masserati was waiting there. A driver and the manager from our resort were standing there and waived us down. “Excusez-moi monsieur. In honour of your victory, we would like to chauffeur you back to the resort, where your room has been upgraded to the presidential suite. Perhaps tomorrow you can perform a posing session for the rest of our guests on the beach?” “Yes, tomorrow. Certainly” I answered. “But right now, please take us back to the resort.” I gently placed Katie into the car’s back seat. On the short drive we made out furiously. Katie was normally quite an active sexual partner, but I could tell she had a different attitude tonight. She was being submissive, and almost begging for me to touch her, kiss her, run her hand over my abs. I had thought the whole “conqueror/master” thing she had whispered was just a ruse to get me turned on, but maybe she was actually as hypnotized by my muscles as everyone else had seemed to be at the show. When we got to the front of the resort, I got out of the car and threw Katie back over my shoulder. My posing suit was now bulging a little obscenely in the front from my dick which was now at half mast from making out with Katie on the drive. But I didn’t care. And neither did the couple hundred people all watching us arrive from the lobby. The Hotel manager led us to our new suite, and I swiftly closed the door. Our new room was 2200 square feet, with a loft, and huge sitting area. Along one wall, there was a 8’x8’ mirror. “What do you want from me? Ask anything and it’s yours.” Katie pleaded to me as soon as the door was shut. “Show these muscles some love. Starting with my biceps” I stated. Katie jumped up on the bed so she was standing level with my arms and immediately started devouring my bicep with her tongue. She was making out with the indent between the two heads of my bicep, flicking her tongue in and out. Simultaneously her right hand was groping my rock hard glute, and her left was going over and over my abs. I was getting pretty turned on, but there was something else I wanted to try that I figured would drive Katie nuts. I lowered down on to my knees. “Katie, get that dress and those panties off and come here.” I extended my right arm and flexed my bicep. “Now come grind your pussy on this.” Katie took the hint and dropped her dripping wet pussy onto my 26” bicep. Her vagina couldn’t even come close to taking something that massive, but she got her clit involved in the motion and within a minute had an orgasm, leaking pussy juice all over my arm. After her gasping and panting died down a few moments later, Katie got an idea. “Steven, your muscles turn me on so much, but I think we need to let you enjoy them as much as I do. Come over here.” Katie led me to the wall with the 8 foot mirror. “Now, flex as hard as you can.” I performed my front double bicep pose and the sight was my fantasy come true. I was the biggest, bulgiest, most obscenely muscled human to have ever lived. My biceps were enormous, my Pecs were gigantic, my abs were so perfectly chiselled they looked fake, my shoulders and traps were so huge and freaky they almost went up to my ears. Not an inch of my body was undeveloped. I was so turned on by the sight of my muscles that I immediately felt my posing suit being stretched by my growing hard on. Katie got down to her knees, and put her mouth up against my crotch. Sensually putting her mouth against the outside of the tightly stretched lycra of my posing trunks, she began to kiss my erect dick through the fabric. In between kisses, she started talking dirty to me and my muscles. “Steven, look at yourself. You’re huge.” And then back to work on my crotch. She removes her mouth to take a breath “That bicep of yours is perfection. If you were any bigger you wouldn’t fit in that 8x8’ foot mirror.” More kisses on my dick which is now so hard that it is sticking up out of my posing suit. “Everyone who sees your massive size must fantasize about getting to feel up your muscles. I know I would if I didn’t have them all to myself.” She takes my posing suit off, then starts sucking my shaft in earnest. But every few strokes she comes off and continues to talk me up: “Come on baby, come for me. Explode with pleasure at the sight of your perfect muscles. They are a wonder of the world.” I’m close to orgasming now, Katie is giving me the best blow job of my life. And Katie’s comments are the exact thing I want to hear. This is all I’ve ever wanted, to be the biggest, most muscular person on the planet. Not just so other people would stare at me, but so I could stare at MYSELF. Because there is nothing hotter than muscle. And I have the most muscle in the world! With those thoughts, and my reflection in the mirror running through my head I come like I’ve never come before. I shoot an enormous load into Katie’s mouth and she swallows the whole thing like a champ. She then stands up, places her arms around me (well actually her arms won’t wrap all the way around me because my back is too big) and we embrace. The two of us are as happy as we’ve ever been. Thankful that I’ve been blessed with this gift of muscle, and thankful that we’ve found each other. The two of us then go to bed, Katie’s head resting on my massive Pecs. Right before we fall asleep, Katie whispers “and to think, you’re only just getting started…” I fall asleep with a hard on.
  3. Here is chapter 2 of Steven's muscle building project. Again, I'm new at this so go easy on me! I really tried to focus on what life would be like for someone who achieves a truly massive size so I hope I paint a good picture of that fantasy coming true for our story's hero! Hope you enjoy. Chapter 2 Bliss. That was the only word I could use to describe my new life as a fulltime bodybuilder. Every day I got closer and closer to reaching my goal of becoming a mass monster, and I had found the most amazing girl in the world to call my girlfriend. Not only my girlfriend, but my number one fan, biggest support, personal trainer, financier and personal chef all in one! Our lives revolved around one thing and one thing only: making me bigger. The weeks ticked by and the two of us spent no time with anyone except each other, and of course Ilya when I went for my weekly injections. Not having to go to work and being able to concentrate only on bodybuilding had made my progress even more rapid. The more mass I put on, the more turned on Katie became by my muscles, and that in turn made her wish for me to become even bigger! Besides our nightly oilings/muscle worship sessions, Katie had requested that I pose for her at least once if not twice per day. I was all to happy to comply, as nothing got me off more than seeing her get turned on by my mass. I’d strip down naked and apply some lotion so my skin would shine, then while she lay on the bed rubbing her clit I’d go through a posing routine as if I was on stage at the Olympia. Not only was this a sexual exploit, but it had the added bonus of helping me to perfect my posing routine. It never took her more than a couple of minutes before the sight of my muscles drove her to orgasm. By the time she came, I’d be rock hard and all it took was a couple quick strokes of my own to bring me to an orgasm of my own. We’d then clean up, and get back to the business of making me bigger. June came, and one sunny evening after I’d eaten and trained and eaten some more, we decided to pretend we were normal people and did what normal people do: got a coffee and went for a walk by the waterfront. I was wearing the biggest jeans and T-shirt that I owned but they were being stretched to the limit by my size. I was bursting out of the T-shirt in every way imaginable, and my jeans looked like they were painted on. In fact, if I had attempted a squat in them, they would surely have ripped to shreds then and there. Lets just say, it wasn’t exactly hard to attract attention walking around like this. Katie and I noticed that virtually everyone, man or woman, who walked by turned their heads and stared. As the evening sun shone down on the glistening lake front, I began to notice dozens of people starting to take pictures of me. So I decided to put on a little show, and brought my arms up into a double biceps pose, then turned around to show off my incredibly wide back. Smart phones could be heard snapping photos all around me. I could tell Katie was incredibly turned on, and so was I. When the sun set, it was time to get back home for another feed, so off we rushed. As I was downing my 5 plates of supper, Katie did some quick social media searches to see if anyone had posted their photos of me. It turned out that I had become somewhat of a local phenomenon. Hundreds of people had posted pictures of me under hashtags like #muscle, #bodybuilder, #Torontomuscle, and #sexy. Katie grinned, knowing that I had made it into a couple hundred people’s so called “spank bank” but knowing that she had me all to herself. For my part, I felt validated knowing I was becoming a muscle sculpture that the world could gaze upon in wonder. “That was fun, I liked seeing everyone react to you. I don’t think most of them had ever seen anything like it. Let’s get you even bigger in secret, then next time do another reveal where you really blow their minds.” “Oh that sounds like fun” I replied. “in that case, why don’t you get me another plate of steak?” Katie smirked, then dutifully dished me up another 600grams of steak which she insisted on cutting up and sensually feeding to me one muscle building forkful at a time. The next day, I had my appointment with Ilya. He’d been on vacation for all of May so although I still received my injections (he’d given Katie instructions on how to inject me at home), we hadn’t performed any body size measurements in a month. So at my first appointment in early June, I was eager to see how I’d progressed. The moment I walked in the door, his mouth dropped open wide. “Steven, you’re massive!” he proclaimed. “It’s only been a month, how could you have put on so much size?” Grinning, I told him “when I dream of something, I really put my mind to it. Besides, I’m bodybuilding fulltime now and Katie has been a great support, not to mention motivator. But come on, you’re making me blush, I can’t be THAT much bigger, like you said it’s only been a month.” Ilya rushed me to his physicians weigh scale. When the scale was finally balanced, I glanced down to see where I was at. 285 it read. I weighed Two Hundred and Eighty-five Pounds! I had put on 105 pounds of muscle since I’d moved to Toronto, and 72 pounds in the 4 months since February! No wonder I’d gotten so many stares from everyone out in public the night before, I was now well and truly a world class bodybuilder. My other stats were just as impressive: 21” biceps, 4.5% bodyfat, 29”quads, 30” waist. “Steven, there’s really no denying it. If this progress continues, within a few more months you will have left the rest of humanity in the dust. Are you sure you want to continue?” “More than ever. I am becoming the man I was born to be. I want to become a freak, the likes of which have never been seen before!” I answered confidently. Smiling, Ilya replied “Okay, okay, yes, yes, yes. Of course. I simply wanted to give you some insight into how much progress you’ve made so far. But if you wish to continue, I too am eager to see how much bigger you can become. So let’s get you your injection so you can get out of here and get back to training, yes?” I was on cloud nine for the rest of that day. At this rate, by the end of June, I would have reached my original goal of 300 pounds. Which meant it was time to set my sights higher. Much higher. I trained for my customary 3 and a half hours, then got home to the sight of my lover cooking me dinner in her lace bra and thong. “Hey baby, get those muscles over to the table and get this food in you” she playfully told me. “Listen, Katie, I’ve got some news. You know how everyone was staring at me yesterday, do you know why?” “Well because you’re a muscle stud, that’s why. Is that what you were getting at?” Katie replied. “Yeah, but I don’t think we realized just HOW BIG I’ve become. We’ve been in our own little world for the last two months, and without realizing it I’ve hit 285 pounds!” Katie’s eyes went wide for a second. “Really? Wow… Soooo” she trailed off and then looked away. “What is it baby? What’s wrong?” I asked. “Well it’s just, your original goal was to hit 300 pounds, and you’re now only 15 pounds away. So at this rate, you’ll be all done in a couple weeks. And it’s just that, I’ve really enjoyed our journey so far. Me helping you train, and eat, and pose has been the most rewarding, most sexually gratifying experience of my life. And not only that, but I just LOVE spending time with you, you’re a great companion and having this goal to work towards has been the centrepiece of our relationship since we started dating. Without it, I don’t know what life would be like… Plus if I’m honest, as much as I love to worship and feel up your muscles, what REALLY turns me on isn’t what you look like today, but imagining what you’ll look like 6 months from now: even more impossibly huge, more ripped, leaner, more freaky! Without that, I’ll still love you, but my life will feel somewhat… diminished. But I know I have no right no force my desires on you, it’s your body, you should do with it what you feel is right.” By now, I was smiling warmly. I touched Katie’s cheek, and she turned to face me once again. “Katie. I don’t think you have to worry about a thing. 300 pounds was only my goal when I was just starting out. That was when I thought I’d have to fight tooth and nail to reach it, but now that I have you and Ilya helping me out, I think it’s time I dream bigger. I think it’s time WE dream bigger. I have some ideas of my own, but just how big do YOU want me to get? Because I have some deep, dark desires, and if you want me to, I can unleash them. But in order to go down that road, I want to know I’ll have you by my side the whole time. Because if I decide to truly explore my desires, I will have achieved a look and size that no one else has even come close to.” I was still holding Katie’s cheek in my hand, and as I said this I felt her shudder. She smiled mischievously. “Steven, I have an active imagination, and my deep dark desires have been unleashed ever since the first time I saw you. There is no limit to how big I want you to get. The day that moving becomes virtually impossible for you, and you can no longer fuck me, then we can start to consider stopping your growth, but until then I say the bigger the better.” “Well okay then. All this talk has made me crave getting even bigger. How about you come with me to the gym and I’ll go do another workout. I can feel my muscles craving to be pushed to the limit. I guess 3 and a half hours of weight training per day isn’t enough.” I led Katie by the hand and off we went, back to the gym. There was one thing weighing me down, however. I hadn’t seen my family back home since Christmas, and I’d put on about 85 pounds of muscle since then. My physique would be unrecognizable to them. Not only that, but Katie and I truly intended to push my growth to the limit in the months to come. I figured it was now or never to introduce Katie to my family, and show them the new me. Hopefully their freak out would be short lived, and I could tell them to expect more growth in the future. So at the end of June, with me weighing just under 300 pounds we booked 3 plane tickets back to my hometown. 1 ticket for Katie, and 2 for me. I didn’t really fit in a single seat anymore. On the flight, we came up with a rousing speech to give to my parents. It was half truth, half fiction. All intended to reduce their freak-out. I was going to tell them that my Window Washing job was incredibly physical and I had started to put on size just from the hard labour. Realizing that I had loved the idea of getting stronger I’d joined a gym and found I was a natural at weight training. At which point a scientist who saw me at the gym approached me and asked me to join a research study aimed at determining the maximum human potential with the goal of using my results to provide the medical field with potential medical breakthroughs in the future. And his treatments were why I had put on so much size. I would say that I wasn’t sure at first about getting bigger, but me and Katie had come to terms with it knowing that I was helping to find new medical breakthroughs that could help others in the future. We would neglect to tell them that in fact Katie and I were muscle crazed addicts, and that this whole venture had been my only reason for moving away. That I’d dreamed of this for years prior, and that Ilya’s treatments were accomplishing only one thing: growth. True though, I WAS a natural at weight training, and I WAS well on my way to determining the maximum human potential. And of course, I HAD been a Window Washer, but we’d leave out the fact that I had left my job a couple months before. When we met my parents, the meeting went as expected. Their jaws dropped, and they asked me a million questions. It was clear they disapproved. They didn’t even acknowledge Katie at first, they were so focused on my look. Katie smiled, and stepped away to go get our bags. I gave my fictitious explanation speech to my parents, and they warmed up a little bit. When Katie came back with our luggage, they greeted her warmly and apologized for not introducing themselves. Katie was warm, and bubbly and they took to her immediately. In fact, she melted their hearts with kindness and after a couple of days I think they were so happy to see me with a nice girl like Katie, they didn’t really care what else was going on in my life. After a 4 day visit (any longer and I feared that I’d start losing muscle. I couldn’t eat more than 7000 calories a day or go to the gym for more than 2 hours without arousing my family’s suspicion) we were back at the airport to fly home. I’d gotten a monkey off my back, introducing my family to the “new” me, and I had vaguely suggested that I “might” look a “little bigger” the next time they see me, but it wouldn’t be anything drastic. That was an out and out lie, but hey, memories can be blurry and perhaps the next time they saw me they’d find some way to justify it by saying “well I guess he was just bigger than we remembered him being.” When we got home, we decided to come up with a new “temporary goal” for us to work towards. I say “us” because lets face it, Katie was as invested in my growth as I was at this point. She asked me who was my IFBB idol. I mentioned that back when I was dreaming about becoming a bodybuilder, I really wanted to look like Gunter Schlierkamp. We pulled up his stats and at his peak he was 6’1”, 300 pounds when competition lean. This gave him an FFMI of 38. Using an FFMI calculator we plugged in my height to see what I’d need to weigh to look like him. The answer was 325 pounds! I was only 25 pounds away from being just as big as one of the biggest pro bodybuilders of all time! It only took until August 1 to reach my goal. I had now accomplished my lifelong dream: I was an ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE human, who could walk on stage and compete with the top bodybuilders in the world. And so, we revised our goal upwards: 400 pounds sounded like a nice round number. And when we reached that we would reward ourselves with two things: a trip, and entering me into a bodybuilding show. In order to keep the growth coming, Katie had to increase my calorie intake from 15,000 to 20,000 per day. 15,000 was simply what was required to MAINTAIN my current size. My muscles craved protein, and with every meal I could almost sense the food going straight to my muscles. We had to make some changes in our lifestyle to accommodate my size too. I no longer fit in the shower in our condo. Well, I fit, but there was no way for me to turn around, and since I took up so much room Katie couldn’t fit in there anymore to help wash or shave me. So she worked out an agreement where we would get access to my gym after hours and so after I was done working out, she would accompany me to the large 4 person shower where we’d get clean. I also no longer fit into my VW golf. The trusty steed had served me while so far, but now when we I got in, the suspension immediately bottomed out and the little car tilted to one side. Plus I was so wide I couldn’t really move my arms to shift gears or turn the steering wheel. So Katie got us a minivan. Seriously! She was now the designated driver, while I would take up the whole middle bench seat. This had the added bonus that now that I was no longer driving I could spend the time commuting to and from the gym eating to feed my muscles. None of the clothes I owned fit me anymore. To be honest, I’d actually gone and gotten a whole new set of clothes back when I was in the 260 pound range but now all of THOSE clothes were too small too. It didn’t really make sense to go and constantly buy new clothes that I’d soon grow out of, so I didn’t. I simply wore XXXL sweat pants and sweat shirts when I was out and about (which was basically only going to Ilya’s and to the gym anyways). And since I now worked out at the gym after hours, I took to wearing only a pair of lycra 4” inseam workout shorts. We had to go get a custom bed made because I was so heavy and wide for our King bed, that Katie just always rolled into me at night. Not that she didn’t want to spend the night cuddled in tight to my rippling mass, but there was starting to be a serious risk of our bed collapsing. So we had a custom mattress made that was 3 feet wider, with a bed frame made of 4x4 Douglas fir. By the 1 year anniversary of me starting my muscle building journey, I weighed 350 pounds. An increase of 170 pounds. It took until mid October to hit 400 pounds, and so Katie and I rewarded ourselves by booking our vacation. First we searched for somewhere warm that was hosting a bodybuilding contest. Having found one being hosted on the Luxurious Island of St Barts in the Caribbean the next weekend we then booked flights and hotels on the Island. “I’m going to have to do some shopping, I have nothing to wear for this vacation!” I complained to Katie a few days before we were ready to leave. “Well how about you let me take care of that? You need to focus on training and getting your posing routine ready for the competition. I’ll go out and find you a new wardrobe.” She was right, I had lots to do, so I agreed to let her do my packing for me. Travelling to the airport it was chilly, so I wore my customary XXXL sweat suit. Boarding the plane was quite a debacle as I had to stand sideways in order to fit through the narrow door to board the plane. I then had to shuffle sideways down the centre aisle leading to our seats in the back since when I tried to walk straight my arms, and my quads would get stuck between the seats on either side. We got settled in our seats, but shortly afterwards a flight attendant came to speak to me and said that the pilots had seen me boarding the plane and were worried that all my weight situated so far back would throw the planes centre of balance off, so they needed me to move further up to seats over the wings. I don’t know if I’ve even blushed so much: I was so big that I was causing a 737 to be thrown off balance! We arrived and I was anxious to get changed, since I was still wearing a sweat suit and we were now in the 30 degree heat. “Just wait until we get to the hotel, baby” she told me. Of course, Katie was wearing a sexy sun dress that clung tightly to her incredible figure. But I relented, and looking like a sweaty mess, we finally arrived in our room. “I didn’t want anyone to see how big you were. The competition is tomorrow and I want to take the place by storm! Imagine the gasps we’ll hear when you walk out on stage. No one will have seen anything like you! That’s why you need to keep wearing sweats until after the show. And then, I’ve got a whole new wardrobe for you. See look:” Katie opened up my suitcase. I laughed and then realized I should have expected something like this when I agreed to let Katie pack for me. There weren’t any normal clothes at all. Certainly no pants, and no shirts either. Zero. What WAS in there was dozens of pairs posing trunks, speedos, and short square cut swimsuits, in every colour and fabric imaginable. “Katie, don’t get me wrong I would love to wear all this, but don’t you think I’ll need to wear some fancy clothes when we go out? I can’t wear this skimpy stuff ALL DAY!” Katie was expecting that comment, so she knew exactly what to say to get me on her side “Steven, baby, after tomorrow, your body is going to be the only thing people on this Island are talking about. You will be performing a public service by putting it on display for them. I guarantee, you will look so natural in your posing trunks that you won’t want to wear anything else! And besides, it’s the French Caribbean: everybody wears skimpy swimsuits down here. Look, I brought thong bikins to wear myself!” She did have a point. And besides, there was something I hadn’t told Katie quite yet: I actually had quite a fetish for wearing posing suits. Half of the reason why I wanted to get into bodybuilding was so I could put myself up on stage wearing only the skimpiest, tightest, shiniest most glute hugging swimsuits imaginable. And now that I had the body of my dreams, it certainly made sense to indulge myself in this respect as well. “You sure got me a good selection. Are they all custom made?” Katie nodded. “Here let’s hang them all up.” The entire closet was filled with a colourful array of tiny swimsuits, and our hotel room was permeated with that new lycra smell. “Since you can’t go out in public just yet, we better order you room service.” Katie dialled the front desk “yes, in room 1222 we need 9 orders of your 3 egg breakfast omelette please.” I couldn’t help but laugh, they probably thought we were an entire family! No, just one massive bodybuilder! We picked out my posing suit for the next day. It was shiny red lycra. It was what you would call a “Brazil cut” covering only about half of my glutes, with minimal coverage in the front and ½” sides. It was definitely the smallest suit I could wear while still remaining decent. The next morning I pulled on my posing trunks. Katie applied bikini bite glue to keep my package in the ludicrously small front, then there was a knock on the door. She had hired someone to come to our room to apply my pro tan. Our plan was to arrive at the competition minutes before I was set to go on stage so that I could really surprise the competitors and the crowd. I was transformed into a bronzed god with the pro tan, and then Katie performed one final oiling so that I shone brilliantly. I then put my sweat suit back on and we headed to the auditorium.
  4. Thanks for the positive reaction everyone. I knew there were more people out there like me who dream of growing huge for a female admirer! To answer your question Ozymandias (because I realized I didn't finish off this chapter with his current weight), I picture Steven weighing about 245 pounds at the end of this chapter. Don't worry, I won't be giving anything away by saying that he will MORE than exceed his goal weight of 300 pounds when all is said and done. I've started working on the next chapter but don't want to rush it so stay tuned.
  5. Hey guys, I've been checking out stories on this board for a long time and although there's some great stuff, nothing really quite checked all the boxes for me. So I took it upon myself to write a story of my own. This is my first ever submission so go easy on me! Katie and Steven's muscle building project My name is Steven and I graduated from high school at the age of 18. Having finished highschool I was Finally free to go about accomplishing the dream I’d had for what felt like forever. In order to escape the judgement and scrutiny of my friends and family I decided to leave my small hometown and move across the country to Toronto. There I’d be able to hopefully start the process I’d always dreamed of. What was this dream? I had an insatiable appetite to become a bodybuilder. Nothing excited me more than the thought of standing up on a stage, posing for a crowd, large rippling muscles covering my whole body. But I had a long ways to go. I’d been working out every day for the last 4 years and had put on a bit of muscle, bringing my 6’ 4” body up from 160lbs to 180lbs, but it wasn’t near enough. At my height, in order to look like the IFBB pros I idolized I’d need to get up to 300lbs at least. The truth was, there was really only one way to accomplish my goal and that was to dedicate my entire life to bodybuilding. It meant taking all the chemical means available to me, spending all my free time training, and all my money on food and supplements. How could I possibly explain to my family that instead of going to university, I was going to dedicate all my time and money to becoming a bodybuilder? To them it probably would seem like an incredibly vain pursuit, but to me it was so much deeper. Even though I didn’t look very much like one at the time, I felt like I already had the soul of a bodybuilder. It was like I couldn’t be at peace or feel whole until I looked and felt like a bodybuilder; it was my purpose on this earth and I felt like it was a pursuit to make the best version of myself. So with all this in mind, I packed my stuff into my VW Golf, and drove across the country to start my muscle building journey in the Country’s biggest city. I knew I’d need some serious funds to support the “gear” I needed for my training, as well as for my food and gym membership. So I sought out the highest paying job I could get and one that most people couldn’t stomach, washing windows on the highrise towers of the city. I got paid 5 grand a month and had flexible hours which left me plenty of time to train. Next up I found an apartment in a nice condo tower. With the money and apartment situation handled, I sought out a gym. I didn’t want anything fancy, just somewhere with free weights, lots of plates and other like minded people. I found a gym just on the outskirts of the city and signed up. For the first few months my schedule consisted of going to my window washing job from 6:00am to 2:00pm, then hitting the gym for at least 2-3 hours after work. I’d then head home, prepare all my food for the next day, and go to sleep. I had very little time for socializing and making friends. Besides, I needed to dedicate my time to growing my muscles and as long as I was making progress on that front, I was happy. There’s a simple trick to muscle building that they don’t tell you in those bodybuilding magazines: more food on the plate, and more weight on the bar. That’s really all it takes to build muscle. Even without gear, someone can put on an impressive amount of mass this way. And that is the method I followed. I trained in the 8-12 rep range, doing heavy compound lifts. And I ate 7000 calories per day, with 450grams of protein. If you can’t picture this, let me just say that this is no easy feat. It felt like all I did all day was eat. I’d even set my alarm for the middle of the night and have a midnight snack just to keep my growth going. While all this eating might seem like a chore, to me every time I looked at yet another heaping plate full of food to eat, I got incredibly turned on thinking about the muscle growth that could result from it. I moved to Toronto in September. By the end of November I had put on 15 pounds of muscle. Growth was happening quickly since for the first time in my life I could actually give my body both the training stimulus and nutrition that it needed to get bigger. All my shirts and jeans started to fit just a little tighter, and more form fitting, but not enough to be over the top just yet. I went home for Christmas that year. I figured, I should show my face to my family now when I still looked relatively the same as before, and that way it would buy me a whole another year where I could really pack on some weight. In the new year I had plans to take my muscle growth to the next level with some extra “assistance.” By next Christmas I hoped to be approaching “freaky” mass status and so fielding questions from my family at that point would be inevitable. But by then my new life would be well underway so they’d just have to accept me for who I was. When I got back to Toronto, I set about the somewhat awkward project of buying “gear.” I debated long and hard whether to go down this road, but in the end I realized that you only live once, and if this was truly my dream then I needed to do whatever it took to accomplish it. There were some people at my gym who clearly used ‘roids, but I just couldn’t bring myself to ask them where they sourced them. Instead, I found a wellness clinic that would actually give you a potent cocktail of all the best gear as long as you had a Doctor’s prescription. It just so happened that the Doctor worked in that very same office so he would just write you the prescription anyways. Not really understanding how this was allowed and suspecting that it maybe wasn’t quite legal, I figured it was my best shot anyways. The Doctors name was Ilya, and I discovered that he had actually been involved with the East German Olympic team back in the 80s when many of their athletes had been suspected of taking steroids. He had come to Canada about 20 years ago. He opened this clinic because for him, it wasn’t about money, or fame or glory or any of that. He was simply a scientist who loved exercise science and marvelled at the potential of the human body. His patients were his test subjects and he liked helping them accomplish their goals while simultaneously discovering new effects of the different drugs that he concocted. His clinic was able to fly under the radar of authorities because he was very selective of which patients he chose to give his drugs to. The average “gym bro” who would go bragging to all his friends about his “gainz” was not a valid candidate for him. On our first meeting I could tell he really just wanted to get to know me, and find out what my goals were. When I told him that my primary focus was putting on as much mass as possible he nodded like someone who had probably heard that from a hundred other patients before me. In the Doctor, however, I felt like I found someone who might finally understand the drive that I had for muscle and so without realizing it, I poured my heart and soul out for him to hear. I told him how I’d had this burning desire for as long as I could remember, how I’d left my family to come out here and work towards this dream, how I longed to be a top competitor, and how the fame or money to be had in a bodybuilding career didn’t interest me at all. After half an hour I finally stopped talking and sheepishly realized I’d taken up too much of his time. Ilya simply smiled warmly. He told me that I reminded him of his own son, who himself was a top bodybuilder in Germany. Yes, he would gladly take me on as a patient, and there was even better news. He seemed to see in me a potential he had yet to see in anyone else since coming to Canada. Would I be willing to be his central patient? I’d be the one who would get his keenest attention and all the newest drug formulas he was working on. I was flattered and incredibly excited and so I agreed instantly. My treatments with Ilya began that day. He took my measurements that day: 197 pounds, 8% body fat, 15” biceps, 24” quads, 32” waist. Before I left his office that day he started me off on his standard “gear” protocol. The personalized treatments would begin next time. The second that I felt the needle enter my skin and saw the ‘roids being injected I got incredibly turned on. I literally ran from his office to the gym to start a workout so I could take advantage of this new potential. To maximize my growth I now started eating 11,000 calories per day which is 5 times what most adults consume. After every protein packed meal, or gruelling workout I swore I could feel my muscles expanding. And I hadn’t even begun Ilya’s experimental treatments yet. By the beginning of February I weighed in at 213lbs. I’d put on 16 pounds in a month! I could barely get my jeans to fit over my quads and glutes, and my arms stretched all my T-shirts to their limit. Every once in while when I was walking down the street I’d begun to see women turning their heads to oogle at me. My physique was beginning to take shape and it was having the desired effect. Ilya was impressed by the progress I’d made in the last month. I don’t think he’d ever seen someone literally dedicate every single ounce of energy to the goal of building muscle like I had. What’s more, he’d now perfected his experimental drug cocktail for me. It was tailor made to my genetics, goals and training style. He explained that this type of roid mix instead of simply containing testosterone, was designed to reengineer my body to start producing much more testosterone of it’s own as well as simultaneously blocking the myostatin that limits muscle cell growth in humans. Ilya was so confident that this mixture would cause rapid muscle growth that he gave me a bottle of oil to apply all over my body nightly so I wouldn’t get stretch marks. After getting injected with my new personalized cocktail I raced to the gym as usual. I had a shit eating grin on my face the entire time as I worked out. It felt like I had been given an unfair advantage compared to the rest of the muscle heads who trained at my gym. But had any of them given up as much as I had or dedicated themselves to their goals in the same way as me? After a 3 and a half our training session I got changed and headed back to my car. While I was inside it had started snowing and already there was half a foot of snow everywhere. It was dark outside as I drove through the snow back to my apartment. About half way home I saw a car that had gotten stuck in the large snowdrifts on the shoulder of the busy freeway. This was not a good place to be stuck because you were a sitting duck to get rear ended by other cars. Hastily I pulled up in front and got out of my car to see if I could help. As I walked up to the car, the driver rolled down the passenger window. The driver was a cute brunette, about the same age as me. She was so distraught that she was crying and she explained how she didn’t know what to do, since a tow truck wouldn’t be able to come for over an hour. Giving her a genuine smile, I told her I could help. With her behind the wheel, I got behind the car and started pushing. Together we got a rhythm going until she got enough momentum to get back onto the road. With her car now freed from the snow, I started walking back to my own car. She opened her drivers window as I walked by “Thanks so much, you are such a kind person for helping me. My name’s Katie. Why don’t you send me your phone number so I can text you a proper thanks.” I was caught off guard, I hadn’t given my phone number to a single person since I moved her. Socializing wasn’t something I did anymore. But I figured, what the heck, she just wants to be able to send me a nice note when she gets home. So I gave her my number and off she drove. The next weeks were a frenzy of muscle growth. Even eating 11,000 calories per day I wasn’t gaining an ounce of fat, in fact my waist was getting smaller by the day. So I upped my calories to 15,000. When I showed up for work in the morning, I had to bring an entire camping cooler just to store my lunch in. My coworkers began to joke that I’d need to ask for a raise soon just to pay for all the food I was eating. While I decided not to ask for a raise, I did have to go see my supervisor for one thing: my company issued coveralls were now too small and I couldn’t move my arms. I’d need the next size up. Ilya and I figured I was gaining a pound per week, which suited me just fine. I felt like I was accomplishing what I was put on this earth to do. Every night before bed I’d have to apply the lotion to my muscles to stop the stretch marks from forming. This often turned into a self lust session where I’d literally get lost in feeling up my own muscles. My rock hard biceps, huge round glutes, protruding pecs and chiselled abdominals were all just begging to be worshipped and I’d indulge myself for close to an hour every night, standing naked in front of the mirror until I climaxed and went to bed dreaming about getting even bigger. About a month after the snowstorm, I got a text. It was from Katie. She apologized for taking so long to get back to me but asked if I was interested in meeting up. She seemed like a really nice person, but I had moved here for one thing and one thing only: bodybuilding. So I sent some dismissive texts about having to work, and being too busy. But she was persistent. After a couple days of her messaging me I relented and agreed to meet up for coffee one night after I was done my workout. Of course, I ate a 3000 calorie post workout meal first before I met up with her. I got to the coffee shop first and sat down. I didn’t want to freak her out with my muscles so I wore a loose sweatshirt and jeans which didn’t quite hide my size but also didn’t go out of the way to show it off. Katie walked in a few minutes later. At first I didn’t recognize that it was her, I was simply staring at this beautiful woman who had walked into the coffee shop. But when she walked right up to me and said hi I realized it was Katie. I guess I hadn’t gotten a good look at her that dark night on the side of the freeway. Katie was beautiful. She was tall, just under 6’, she had great style and was wearing a stylish black dress, with her long brown hair done just perfectly. It was obvious that she had taken a lot of time to get ready for this meet-up because she looked perfectly done up. I couldn’t help but notice that her body was rocking too, she was slim but not too skinny. We sat and had coffees while we talked and got to know one another. She was from a small town too, not too far from where I grew up. She had also moved away from home to get away from overly restrictive friends and family. She had dreamed of becoming an architect in Toronto but now that she was here she was no longer sure what exactly she wanted. I told her that I’d moved here just to get away from home but I didn’t tell her about my bodybuilding obsession. After only a short time we felt like we’d known each other our whole lives. We discussed politics, travel, music and before we knew it we’d been talking for 4 hours and the café was closing. I think that was the longest I’d gone without eating a muscle building meal in over 5 months! As we walked out onto the street I felt a strange sensation welling up in me: I should have been desperate to get home to make my next meal and get to sleep so my muscles could keep growing. But I all of the sudden realized I couldn’t stand the thought of not continuing to hang out with Katie. So I asked her if she was interested in coming back to my place. Almost giddily she agreed. When we got back to my place I offered her a drink and gave her a tour. I think she was just pleasantly surprised that I hadn’t tried to get her into the bedroom right away. After showing her my place, I then went to the window so I could show her the view from my 22nd floor condo. She followed behind me and as I started to point out landmarks from the window she started to unbuckle my pants from behind me. Startled, I turned to face her and she smiled. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Taking the hint, I kissed her back and immediately started taking off her black dress. I got her naked then without breaking off our kiss, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Gently placing her on the bed I climbed up beside her. She now ripped off my sweatshirt, pants and T-shirt. We made out for a bit and then I threw on a condom and climbed on top, entering her from above. We passionately thrust in perfect harmony and I felt like I was in heaven. After a couple minutes of this bliss I felt Katie’s hands on my body and noticed she was wide eyed and feeling up my arms which I was using to support my self in our sex position. With one hand she was rubbing my left arm up and down feeling the different heads of the triceps, and with the other she was rubbing the cleavage formed between my two huge pec muscles. This kind of attention being paid to my muscles immediately turned me on so much that after 15 seconds I blew my load in a huge way. But it was fortunate timing because on my final thrust, Katie also threw her head back in orgasmic pleasure as she came hard. I climbed off of Katie and went to flush the condom down the toilet. As I walked back into the bedroom Katie was staring at me the whole time with her mouth half open. “I was NOT expecting to see that kind of body hiding under your clothes.” All of the sudden I started to feel self conscious and my face turned red. “I hope it doesn’t turn you off, I think you’re really beautiful” I stammered. Katie immediately smiled. In a reassuring tone she answered “It does Not turn me off. If anything, I’ve never been more turned on in my life! I guess you awoke a desire in me that I never knew I even had, because I can’t say I’ve ever seen someone with muscles like you. How come you’re so big?” I explained to Katie that bodybuilding was my biggest interest, and that I dreamed of entering a bodybuilding competition one day soon. I stopped short of pouring my heart out to her like I had to Ilya. Katie asked some of the obvious questions: how often do I train, how much do I eat etc. I gave her the Coles notes of my current lifestyle and the whole time, she listened attentively showing great interest in my training regimen. When I glanced at the clock and saw that it was midnight, I politely excused myself and told Katie that I was long overdue to have a feed and I just had to go to the kitchen for a few minutes. As I started to put some clothes back on, Katie stopped me “can you just stay naked? I’m enjoying the view.” I smiled and agreed. She followed me into the kitchen. I laid out the meal I was going to have. 4 cups of rice, 6 chicken breasts, 2 litres of milk, and a protein shake. “How are you able to eat so much, doesn’t it get boring?” Katie asked. “Yeah it is quite time consuming, but I know that in order to put on muscle I’ve got to get my nutrition. So in a way it’s kind of exciting. Each meal is basically going straight to my muscles.” After I had finished eating, we started getting ready to go to sleep. But I said that I had one last chore to do, explaining how I needed to oil up my muscles to prevent stretch marks. “Oh really?” Katie replied with a sly grin. “When was the last time you had someone to ‘assist’ you with that chore?” She grabbed the bottle and started to oil me up all over. Her hands felt like heaven and I was keenly aware of the lust emanating from her as she paid attention to my muscles. When she had covered every last inch of my body and I was standing there shining in the lamplight, she then stood right behind my and started to rub my erect cock. With one hand on my cock, and the other rubbing her clit the two of us reached orgasm within a minute. It was so incredibly sexy: we were both getting off on my massive muscles. The two of us immediately collapsed into bed, and with me spooning her went back to sleep. The next morning I awoke at my typical 6:00am, and left Katie sleeping there. I went to the kitchen and made my breakfast containing 4000 calories and 300 grams of protein. I made Katie some eggs and she awoke to the sun shining in and me walking in with breakfast in bed. Katie ate her breakfast and then started tearing up. “Oh, Katie, what’s wrong?” I asked. “Well it’s just, I’ve been feeling really down about my whole move to Toronto. I haven’t met anyone I like, all the guys I dated were such jerks and I started to wonder whether I should just move back home. But now, I meet you: the nicest, sexiest guy in the whole world and I almost feel like I’m in a dream and I don’t deserve you.” “Katie, there is only one girl like you in the whole city. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have met you. I’m the lucky one, any man would kill to be with such a beautiful, kind, funny girl as you.” The two of us embraced and even though I had plans to get to the gym, I couldn’t help but try to drag on my date with Katie for as long as possible. We agreed to meet back up in a couple days. For the first time in years, I had something else in my life to rival bodybuilding when it came my time and attention. My training was going great, and knowing that Katie was turned on by my muscles gave me a 6th gear of motivation that I never would have even thought was possible. She started to spend every night at my place. I apologetically explained that I couldn’t avoid my 3 hour daily workouts, or the almost endless eating and food preparation that my lifestyle required all of which reduced the amount of free time we could spend together. But rather than trying to get me to spend less time bodybuilding, Katie was immediately super supportive. Every night she asked me how my training went, whether I’d hit any new personal bests. She would help me prepare food, keenly asking about how I knew whether I was getting enough macronutrients each day. Every couple days we would shower together and she would do the honours of shaving my body hair off so that my physique was smooth and visible. And of course, every night before bed she would apply my oil and we would usually both come hard from the process of muscle worship. It was now April and Katie and I had spent every night in the last month together. In fact, every single moment that I was not at the gym, Ilya’s, or work, was spent with Katie. As much as I was in love with her, her love for me was even more passionate. She got a key to my place so that she could always be there the second I got home. She started coming grocery shopping with me and even did her own research on muscle building foods so she could help me come up with the best shopping list for growth. After one of our muscle worship sessions one night, we were both lying in bed getting ready to go to sleep. Katie was staring at me with her beautiful blue eyes. “Tell me” she said “what do you want in this life more than anything else? If you tell me first, I’ll tell you next.” “Ok” I agreed. “What I have wanted for as long as I can remember, is to be a bodybuilder. I want huge muscles, and I want to go up on stage and be judged on my incredible physique. I want people to stare at my massive body, and I want to be the strongest person at my gym. It seems like I’ve wanted this for so long, that I can’t imagine what I would do with my life if I wasn’t striving for this goal. Even when I was a skinny 15 year old, I felt like I was a bodybuilder stuck in a skinny kids body. Now that I’m well on my way to accomplishing my goal, I just want it more than ever. And besides that, I now want to get even bigger. If I reach my goal of 300lbs, then I’ll just want to get to 320 or 340. I dream of stopping at nothing to reach my growth goal, and every workout, every meal, every supplement, just makes me that much closer to what I want to achieve. I even take….” I trailed off and looked away from Katie. “Steven, I know” said Katie. “It’s okay, I know you probably take steroids to get as big as you do. But listen, I’m okay with it. You’re such a nice guy, they haven’t made you into a raging Douche bag, you are who you are. I admire the fact that you dedicate yourself so hard towards your goal. And can I now tell you what I want in life more than ever? I too want you to get as big as possible. I fantasize about being by your side as you grow bigger and bigger. I’ve even noticed that you’ve put on muscle in the last few weeks. I dream of helping you get as big as possible. And when you win your first competition I want to be the beautiful babe who gets to hug the champ when he walks off stage.” Katie was lightly rubbing her hands over my rock hard abs as she spoke. “Listen, I know we’ve only been dating for a month now, but would you consider letting me move in with you? I feel like that way I can be more supportive of your bodybuilding. I can prep meals for you when you’re gone, help you inject your gear, and when you’re ready to compete, I can help you with your posing. And what’s more, I had a great aunt who just died and left me a couple hundred grand inheritance. I’d like you to consider quitting your job and letting me support us financially so you can bodybuild fulltime.” This was all quite a lot to take it, but the reality was I was head over heels in love with Katie, and the thought of getting to see her more often as well as being able to concentrate full time on my growth sounded like a dream come true. I agreed, and we decided that Katie would move in the very next day. That morning I gave my boss my two weeks notice. I was becoming a full time bodybuilder.
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