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Mikeytron

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About Mikeytron

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    http://deadlifts-and-derrida.tumblr.com/
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  • Location
    Toronto
  • This profile is a...
    real profile.
  • Gender
    Male
  • Orientation
    Gay
  • What are your interests?
    lifting weights, reading books, laughing, music, cyborgs, cultural studies.
  • What are your stats?
    Deadlift: 405 lbs x 1
    Squat: 330 lbs x 4
    Bench: 225 lbs x 5
    OHP: 135 x 4

    Six feet nuthin'. As of March 21 2015, according to DEXA scan: 194.7 lbs, 14.9% bodyfat.

    Arms: 16.25"
    Chest: 45"
    Waist: 33"
    Thigh: 26.5"

    I gotta instagram if you care to look: https://www.instagram.com/michaelmcmikey/
  • What are you seeking?
    Mutual muscle appreciation? A momentary diversion on the road to the grave? How long is a piece of string? I want to get huge and I like guys who want to get huge or have gotten huge. Semantic dissociation surrounding the word "huge."


    I really enjoy roleplaying. Tell me, in great detail, how huge you're going to make me, and I'll basically melt.

    If anyone is physically proximate and wants to trade flexes, I'm always into that.

    Through my very scholarly approach to most things I seem to have become more knowledgeable than many regarding PEDs. So I'm always happy to trade knowledge, anecdotes, experiences, etc.
  • What are your dream stats?
    300+ lbs, just generally freaky big. I have a tiny frame (wrists just over 6") so in all honesty and speaking realistically I think a lean 240 would look amazing on me - BUT WHY STOP THERE, the fetish-monster roars from the corner.

    In all honesty, my desire far outstrips what is even remotely possible, so let's just say: I wanna get as big as I can get. And in my most extreme fantasies that's like, quadruple digits, very easily.
  • Favorite Stories
    Most of bbmikenj's ouevre, The G, Myophile's old stories (Pincushion, Immobilization of Jake). I like stuff that's written with imagination and heart, but that also shows some familiarity with the actual mechanisms of real world muscle growth (just expanded and accelerated a little beyond what is actually possible). Magic potions that make a guy swell up in minutes with no effort - meh, not so much.

    Excessive violence is a big turn off for me. I want muscles that are mostly for peace and love and only occasionally for tossing someone around (onto a mattress, of course, always!) ;)
  • Favorite Bodybuilders
    far too many to list.
  • Got Any Fetishes?
    I have side interests in gaining (not on myself, but on others), ridiculously huge cocks, and ASFR (basically: sexy male robots/androids/cyborgs). I have a complicated, fraught relationship with the leather scene.

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  1. What the hell? Of course you drew inspiration from your life and the people you know. That's what all authors do? This was a hot and enjoyable story.
  2. This tumblr had three or four hot as fuck scenes like the one above, but it seems like it has been deleted
  3. Wow, this is a blast from the past. I remember sneakily reading this as a teenager (I’m 36 now!). The story behind how it was written is touching. Always amazing when we learn we aren’t the only weirdos who get off on this kinda thing. Can’t wait to revisit the conclusion!
  4. I'm so glad you like it! I often think we don't realize the big deep impact these stories can make. A story gets posted online, it gets a dozen comments, it fades into the background and sinks down the forum - but it was read thousands of times and lives in thousands and thousands of brains. Anyway, I'll continue, now that I've got your blessing. Thank you!
  5. So, I wanted to experiment with recording myself reading muscle growth stories. This is a favourite story that I keep coming back to, so... I hope this is OK (Garrix, if it isn't, tell me and I will take the file down ASAP). Think of it as a tribute. I just did the first two parts because 40+ minutes is a lot for an untested concept.
  6. Mikeytron

    Gene Hack

    There’s definitely more coming, and I will hopefully find some way to offer at least partial resolution to the tension (but boy do I love the tension...). But the tumblr fiasco means I have a few more pressing tasks to take care of during my “administration of erotica” time. Thank you all for the encouragement! Knowing I’ve made some dicks harden is a great reward.
  7. Mikeytron

    Gene Hack

    Gene Hack Hey, it's been a long time, but here's a muscle growth story. It's kinda unfinished, I guess, so if you have any suggestions about where to take it, let me know. It's sort of dark. I hope you like it - Mikey Alex sat in his buddy's office at the University, fidgeting. He was lucky that his old undergraduate room-mate, Adi, had gone on to a career in genetic research, and that he had a few favours to turn in. To be honest, Alex didn't know where else to turn. Adi told him it'd take at least five or six hours to analyze the sample and bring back any useful information. Plenty of time for Alex to go home and come back. But he didn't want to go home. Images flashed through his head of what was waiting for him back there. It was pretty disturbing when he left this morning. He shivered to think what was waiting for him by this point. He knew the longer he put it off, the worse it would be. He knew Tom was alone, probably scared, probably suffering. But he just couldn't face what his room-mate was transforming into. The office door opened and a tired-looking Adi stepped in. "Well?!" Alex said, knowing he was being rude, not caring. The last week had his nerves rubbed raw. Adi looked at his old room-mate. "I give you these results, and you delete those pictures of me, right?" Alex nodded hastily. "Yes, yes, god yes. Have mercy, man, tell me what you found." Adi shut the door firmly, strode to his desk, and let his body collapse into his office chair. He exhaled long and slow. "Alex, to be blunt: your friend is totally fucked." * Bodybuilders began showing up heavier and larger at competitions. Not the incremental size increases that the last few decades had shown - we're talking Olympia contenders slabbing on 40, 50, even 60 lbs of mass between last year's competition and this one. 300 lbs on the contest stage wasn't an anomaly anymore - it was the new normal. Then, a few months later, 350. It was a secret, for a little while, how this was happening. But where there's desire, there's a market, and where there's a market.... Soon, boutique genetic modification for bodybuilders was de rigeur for elites - and for hobbyists who could afford the steep price-tag. "We don't delete the genes that prompt the body to produce myostatin," one youtube advertisement claimed. "We moderate those genes, gradually reduce their activity, so muscle growth can continue far beyond natural limits, but in a way that doesn't threaten your health or long-term longevity." It cost a lot of money. Several years of growth hormone levels of "a lot." A new car, and a nice one at that. But when Big Ramy showed up at the 2021 Olympia weighing 435 lbs... it was hard to argue with results. When there's a service in high demand, with a high price, scammers and charlatans will gather in the shadows to feast. * Tom heard good things about the clinic in Mexico. They'd do the myostatin modification for a cut rate - about 1/10th of what it cost to have it done in California. Dudes who had it done posted before and afters on the forums he frequented. He knew they could be faked, an orchestrated army of pretend satisfied customers. But he wanted to believe. He had been trying to muscle up for several years now. Any sensible person would believe he had succeeded. He had been a cute 155 lbs twink. Two years later, he was 195 lbs of beef, leaner, broader, wider, arms pushing toward 17". It wasn't enough. It wasn't fast enough. He had already done two steroid cycles, was committed to the blast and cruise lifestyle, had tried human growth hormone, had dabbled in insulin.... Everyone told him he was big. He didn't think so. To him, big was... well, it was Big Ramy. It was the other Olympians. It was the fever dreams he had that turned his cock to a steel rod, men even bigger than that, almost too over-muscled to move, frames overwhelmed, drowning in their own meat. Room-filling roided up beef heap. Tom wanted to get HUGE. So he contacted the clinic, made an appointment, got his passport, and headed for the border. It wasn't even an overnight stay. * Adi pinched the bridge of his nose. The poor guy's DNA was a mess. A real hatchet job. Whoever had done this was more butcher than scientist. "What do you mean, he's fucked?!" "I mean, the genes meant to modulate his growth, keep it from just... being permanently stuck in overdrive.... They're gone. They're not modified, they've just been clumsily hacked out. His poor DNA is ripped apart. And that's why he's... in the condition he's in." "Is it going to stop?" Adi looked at his old room-mate. "You're smarter than that, Alex. You know the answer to that. I don't know how to help this poor man. He's likely to just.... Continue growing until his skin rips apart, or his organs fail, his bones are crushed, or something else. I'm very sorry. All I can think to do is to make him comfortable. Take him to the hospital. Dope him up until the inevitable end." Alex swallowed hard. He had trouble accepting what his friend was telling him. But it all made sense. "... OK. Thank you, Adi." He got up, collected his things, fumbled with his jacket, realizing his vision was blurring. "And those photos." "What?" "Those photos. You know the ones. They're deleted, right? I have a family, Alex." "Christ, Adi. Yes. They're deleted." "Good." * The weeks after Tom received the treatment were unreal. He loved it. He was blowing up like a meat balloon, adding several pounds a day. Each trip to the gym he was substantially stronger. Every few days he outgrew another article of clothing. He was always hungry. It was like it was impossible for his body to get too much fuel. He would gorge himself in the evenings, eating until it hurt, until his hard, ab-cobbled stomach, stuck out like he was pregnant. He always woke up with it flat again, a tight 31". He knew all that food was turning to muscle. It made him want to eat even more the next night. It made him want to stuff his face every waking moment he wasn't in the gym. Every workout was an event. He felt people staring. Everyone knew it wasn't natural, what was happening to him. He hit 225 lbs so fast he barely even noticed it. But his room-mate, Alex, noticed it. "Fuck, Tom, you're... really blowing up." Tom hadn't told anyone about the procedure. To be honest, he was a little private about it. A little embarrassed. But he figured people would realize something was up soon enough.... "I had that procedure done," he said. "What?" "The muscle growth gene hack that all the pros are getting. It's gonna be the key to really freak size." "Wow. Like.... How big....?" Tom smirked, feeling his dick stir in his pants. This was turning him on. He grabbed his phone and flipped through his photo stash of extreme bodybuilders. He found a video of Nic Vullioud so grossly overgrown his head seemed to be trapped between his pecs, traps, and delts, on the verge of being swallowed up. The poor guy could barely waddle - no, totter - around, turning himself sideways to get through a door, pecs and lats scraping the frame regardless. "That big, if I'm lucky." "Holy fuck, Tom!" "Yeah, I know. Intense, right?" "You want that?" "Hell yeah, man. I want it more than anything. That's why I went and had it done, after all." "Jesus. That's... that's a lot." "Heh. Well. Get used to it. You're gonna be living with a beast, man." * Alex heard the shout from the bathroom. "What happened?! Are you OK?!" "I'm better than OK, dude, I'm 350 fucking pounds!" Alex couldn't believe his eyes. Even though he'd been living with Tom as he'd rapidly inflated with mass, he hadn't seen him like this. Ass about to explode out of a tortured pair of briefs that might have fit 80 lbs ago. Veins the size of copper pipes, looking like they might rip out of his skin if he flexed too hard. Each movement slow, awkward. Tom looked like he was about to pop. He had the biggest grin on his face, like a kid on Christmas. He raised his arms, grotesque globs of bicep and tricep hanging under their own weight, skin criss-crossed with stretch marks, and he flexed. His biceps balled up towards his fists. His triceps battled uneasily with his lats for space. "Fuck! Don't do that!" Alex yelped, flinching. Tom laughed and flexed harder. "Hahaha, too much for you, little guy?" His dick was clearly hardening rapidly, the briefs straining tighter around his watermelon glutes. Tom laughed again and flexed, flexed, flexed. "I'm not even pumped," he grunted. "Dude..." "I can't wait to get even bigger man, this is so addictive." Flex. Flex. "Dude...." "I bet I can hit 400 by Christmas, fuck yeah, grrrr." Flex. Flex. "DUDE!" "Fuck, chill out. What?" "You're.... You're bleeding, buddy." "What?" Alex pointed. The thickest, darkest, angriest stretch mark, the one at Tom's pec-delt tie in, a stretch mark thicker than a thumb, was oozing dark blood. Just a little bit. "Growing too fast for my skin...." Tom said breathlessly, eyes full of wonder. His cock visibly throbbed in his about-to-explode underwear. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. There was the sound of ripping fabric, and his thick seven incher burst free, the underwear disintegrating. Alex was stunned. Tom.... Tom was getting off on this. Tom shook his head, grabbed a few squares of toilet paper, and tried to dab the blood away from his tearing-apart stretch mark. He couldn't reach. "Fuck, dude.... Little help?" Alex reluctantly took the toilet paper and started dabbing away the dark blood. He felt a strange combination of nausea, fear, and... fuck, dare he admit it? Was it desire? He could practically see Tom growing in front of him. Alex stopped dabbing the blood away and laid his hand on Tom's trap. His fucking trap... it was bigger than a fucking quad. It was too thick for him to span it with his fingers outstretched. It reached up to Tom's fucking ear. It was hot to the touch. "Fuck dude.... I'm unstoppable. I'm just going to keep growing and growing and growing...." Tom groaned, then, leaned forward, grabbed the sink with his bloated, muscular hand, veins pulsing like they were fit to burst. He groaned again and then, without warning, him came, without touching himself, cock spasming helplessly, fountaining.
  8. This is so fucking hot. I hope you finish the next part.
  9. Have you never heard of an open relationship?!
  10. fuck! can't wait for the next part!
  11. I've been enjoying this series! I especially like the parts where they ingest just... ridiculous quantities of semen, and the growth that follows. I hope there's more of that to come.
  12. Hey, thanks. Yup, priority #1 is making the fantasy into reality. But I've got this little story all plotted out in my head, I promise I'll come back to it.
  13. Weight stuck around 187 for a couple of weeks. Up calories from 4k to 4.5k /day. This morning: 185.4 lbs. MY BODY IS TROLLING ME.

    1. TheOnceandFutureFreak

      TheOnceandFutureFreak

      Give it a few days you know that. 

    2. viennabeef

      viennabeef

      I know that feeling quite well. Just keep at it and eventually your body will admit defeat and start growing again. Force it to submit to your will!

  14. Can I just said amazing story so far I love the self reflection in the story and something every lifter should ask himself when things are plateaued does the fire burn the same?

    1. Mikeytron

      Mikeytron

      Very much appreciated! I do tend to write from personal experience, the heart, etc - obviously fictionalized and then exaggerated into fantasy. I hope you like where things go.

    2. TheOnceandFutureFreak

      TheOnceandFutureFreak

      I love where it is going. These factors aren't really considered when lifting but can make a huge difference 

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