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      NEWS: Discord Server & Clubs (aka Groups) are back!   08/19/17

      Hello everyone I'm back with a couple big updates! Firstly we now have a Discord server, this is a real-time chat messaging client you can run on your phone, desktop, or anywhere. It's a pretty powerful desktop application that enables people to chat together, and with multiple channels you can find people interested in what you're interested in. If you don't already have a Discord account it's pretty easy to get one, just click the following invite link to get started: https://discord.gg/Ahzu9jC Secondly I'm proud to announce the return of Groups, it's been renamed to Clubs and is now available here: https://muscle-growth.org/clubs/. This system is entirely user generated and allows users to create groups of their own based on any subject they want. Go ahead and try it now, visit the link above to get started if you want to create or join a group!   As always thank you to all of our donators and Patreon contributors who keep the forums going! 


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About VRGoh

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    Last weighed at 135lbs. at 5'8" tall.
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    At least 50 pounds of lean muscle and ripped to shreds.

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  1. Write Caption Stories With Me!

    I can always spot the muscle-pigs. Most barely look at me, but the ones I want are the ones whose eyes stay locked on to me for longer than the time it takes to notice how to walk around me. They're the ones who will have an intense conversation with my pecs rather than looking me in the eye, or the ones who try not to look like they've been staring at me behind my back. Ever since I found that genie and wished to be an irresistible muscle hunk, I've been getting looks from just those kinds of people. And I love every minute of it. If they take a picture of me, then I know I can move in. Like this one for instance. A 20-something girl took this one while chilling at the park. She asked for a photo, so I decide to give them both some future masturbation fuel. That's when I pounced. About an hour later, she was in my apartment, screaming my name as I plowed her pussy with my foot-long man-missile. Another one added to the book.
  2. Write Caption Stories With Me!

    (Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft; no copyright infringement intended) Ever heard that old saying, "never judge a book by its cover?" Well, that basically describes me. When I tell people I'm 35 years old, they're shocked. "You don't look a day over 25," they'd say. "What's your secret to looking so young?" is another thing I'd get. Hitting the gym two hours a day, six days a week, since I was in high school helps a great deal. Not to mention not eating so much crap. Of course, there's another benefit to pumping iron so much: I have a little fuck-toy every night, as I have since college. Men, women, doesn't matter. This 10"-by-7" hole-stretcher of mine has plowed many a mouth, ass, and pussy over the years, and it will continue to please horny men and women for as long as I can get it up. I also surprise people when I log into my World of Warcraft account. Most people assume that, behind the digital image of my level 110 draenei paladin (retribution with holy offspec) is either an obese 40-something in his mother's basement or a skinny kid in a dorm somewhere. They get the shock of a lifetime when I tell them to tune into my stream, only for them to see this huge hunk of man-muscle giving a gratuitous flex of my guns for every new follower and subscriber. Every Tuesday and Wednesday from 7pm-10pm Eastern, I'm raiding with my guild. But I'm plowing someone every single night, making them scream my name, and wanting more of this muscle-beast. Why, just last night, I ran into a guy I knew in high school who used to pick on the gay guys. He told me that he regretted his actions, but only after he begged to have a taste of my Ashbringer.
  3. Basically, I'd do this.
  4. Calling all men powerful and alpha

    This is what I get for not taking French in high school. I can translate very little of what Cardiff said, (something about a "bull on the head of a man" I think) but I'm sure it is a hot idea. I can read it, but I sing it better than I speak it.
  5. NEW Discord Server & Clubs (aka Groups) are back!

    You should be able to download the app to your computer, and use the link from there. I can only assume it's the same for smartphones since I don't have one. On a side note, it's a great app for online games like World of Warcraft, which is why I still find it weird to use it for this website.
  6. The Island

    Outstanding work. Very well-written.
  7. NEW Discord Server & Clubs (aka Groups) are back!

    That leads to my next, and last, question. Does this show up on a profile on Discord? I'm only asking so many questions because I know little and less about it and I want certain aspects of my life to remain separate from others. Edit: Never mind. I think I figured out the answer to this question.
  8. NEW Discord Server & Clubs (aka Groups) are back!

    Possibly stupid question: I have a Discord account, but I use it for gaming. I'm considering using it, but I wanna keep that name reserved for games and use another as a nickname for this site's server. Is that possible, or would I need to make a whole new account on Discord?
  9. This was inspired by news of the passing of bodybuilder Dallas McCarver, though it wasn't the first time I considered this. Besides being a fan of massive muscle men, I also like George R. R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series, as well as the HBO series "Game of Thrones" which grew from the books. From them, I think I found a view on life that works for me, based on two phrases in the fictional language of the series called High Valyrian. Valar morghulis: translation, "All men must die" I see this as meaning, "No matter who you are, you are going to die some day. What you do with your life, while you have it, is up to you." In the world of Ice and Fire, this is a common greeting in the Free City of Braavos, as well as a memento mori of sorts. The response to this is: Valar dohaeris: translation, "All men must serve." I see this as meaning, "We are all charged to serve the greater good in our own way." How will you serve. Valar morghulis.
  10. Not sure if this should go here or in the regular general forum, but here goes. I've been looking at pictures of Adam Gerber's pecs, specifically at the tattoo that adorns it. I can only tell that it's in either Russian or a language that uses the Cyrillic alphabet. Any idea what it says? Just curious. I've attached a photo for reference. Thanks.
  11. Headphones/music recommendations

    As far as music goes, it's a matter of personal taste. I'd recommend listening to various songs in various genres to see 1) what you like, and 2) what can get you motivated in the gym. More often than not, it's gonna be something with a fast and/or driving tempo. A good example is "Gott Mit Uns" by Sabaton. Make a playlist of songs you like that fit these criteria and you have your workout playlist. As far as headphones/earbuds, make sure they're not cheap (which is different from inexpensive) and can do the job. Anything further would require an are of expertise I don't have.
  12. Favorite muscle areas?

    Arms so huge and defined that they resemble something you'd find in the Alps? Shoulders so broad and thick that they're fully functioning shoulder pads for playing professional football? Pecs so thick and massive they could swallow a quarter? Adamantine abs with all the hardness of fine marble? A back so wide you have to turn sideways to fit through a door? Granite glutes shaped like ripe melons? Quads and hamstrings as thick as oak trees and just as strong and unyielding? Calves that look more like bulls and are just as powerful? How can I possibly choose?
  13. The Muscle-God's Gift

    You sit in the back of the bar, another lonely Friday evening accompanied by none save a bottle of beer that you've been nursing for the past few minutes. This bar is known for its decent drinks and good service, and ends up frequented by many from outside the gay valley in which it's located. The sign outside may name the place as the Ganymede, after Zeus's cup-bearer in Greek mythology, but it has another nickname, one known especially to those who come on Fridays: MGB: the Muscle-God's Bar. All of a sudden, the reason the bar gained its nickname entered the establishment. Bigger than any human male had a right to be and just as shredded, he more than earned his sobriquet. As usual, a white sleeveless muscle-shirt clung to his massive torso like a second skin, while a pair of blue jeans clung to his massive legs and spherical squatter's ass, not due to any custom tailoring, but rather the sheer size of his redwood-like thighs. He comes in every Friday night like clockwork, but never buys a single drink. Despite this, the owner doesn't seem to mind; the mere presence of the Muscle-God (as he is commonly known) is enough to bring paying customers into the bar every Friday evening. He had allegedly considered changing the bar's name to its unofficial nickname, but the name fits in more ways then one. Every time this anonymous stallion enters the Ganymede, another skinny guy swells with muscle, becoming another of what most call his Demigods. Friday nights find the Ganymede packed with skinny twinks of various fitness levels looking to be the one he chooses. Most end up rejected by him and finding solace in a beer or three. Some even hook up with each other, brought together by their mutual desire for muscle. The only thing that brought you to this bar was a recommendation from a coworker. You weren't sure why he wanted you to go today, but the worst you thought would happen was getting a bad beer. You never expected the Muscle-God to approach you, gracing your meager existence with his divine presence. You look up from your drink, eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of this pulchritudinous paragon of perfection towering over you. A warm smile spreads across his beautiful face, and you feel your cock becoming painfully hard. One massive pec bounces absentmindedly, causing you to nearly cream yourself at his magnificent glory. You try desperately to regain your composure, but there is precious little blood flowing to your brain. "Like what you see, little man?" he asks you, his resonant baritone rumbling through your slim body. Dumbstruck, you could only nod. He takes a seat beside you, bringing one heavily-muscled arm around your narrow shoulders. His forearm alone is bigger than both of yours. He effortlessly pulls you toward him, a move you are both powerless and unwilling to resist. Your hand finds its way onto his powerful pecs. Granite only wished to be as hard as his muscles. "Kiss me, and share in my limitless power," he said cryptically. In any other situation, you might have asked him what he meant by sharing in his power, but your mind was too fried by his presence to do anything but obey. He leaned in, aware of your abject submission to his power, and crushed your lips open with his. A tongue as muscular as the rest of him invaded your mouth, wrestling with your own tongue and proving its superiority. This was how it would happen: the Muscle-God would approach a small man and make out with him, transforming him right there in the bar into one of his Demigods. As he made out with you, you noticed your T-shirt and jeans getting tighter and tighter. As your lips danced with his, you saw your forearm swelling with power. That was when you realized that your clothes weren't shrinking; you were growing. You reveled in the change as you made out with the Muscle-God, feeling your biceps and triceps fill your sleeves to capacity before growing further. Your back, once narrow and featureless, suddenly widened with linebacker traps and wing-like lats. Your narrow shoulders inflated like balloons with powerful muscle, widening your silhouette even more, as your burgeoning pecs shove you away from his magnificence. Beneath your ripping shirt, you can feel your once-flat stomach etching itself into a six-pack of rippling muscle. Your glutes lift you higher in the seat, giving you that coveted bubble butt, as your quadriceps, hamstrings, and calves expand beyond the confines of your jeans. A chorus of rips and tears signal the end of your clothes, and the end result of all of the Demigods of the Ganymede. Everyone blessed by the Muscle-God walks out of the bar a stallion, as naked as the day they were born bur gifted with mass, beauty, and virility. That last part was making itself known as your package swelled in your crotch, reducing your boxers to shreds alongside the rest of your clothes. You wanted the kiss to never end as he pleasured you with just a kiss. At last, his lips left yours and he gazed at you for the first time since sitting beside you. "Stand, and behold my gift to you," he intoned. Obedient, you stood, facing the full-length mirror. Where once was a scrawny man whose size caused him to be mistaken for being half of your 30 years, there now stood a heavyweight bodybuilder with the kind of equipment seen only on porn stars. Football-sized traps buttressed a taurine neck, sweeping outwards to a pair of cannonball shoulders. Descending from those shoulders were a pair of arms bigger than your average guy's legs. You flex your biceps, and a pair of massive boulders, chiseled to a peak worthy of the Rockies, erupt from the arms of the beast before you. As you place your hands behind your head and crunch, a cobblestone set of abs becomes more defined on the beast's titanic torso. As both you and the beast in front of you flex a single quad, it dawns on you that what you're seeing is your reflection. The massive monster of mega-masculine muscle, whose own physique is second in awe-inspiring beauty only to the Muscle-God himself, is you. You are now a Demigod of Muscle. The thought of what you are now capable of causes your cock to swell with blood. "There are many who would wish to have you here," he said, his thunderous voice giving life to your lust. "Find one you wish for, and show him the capabilities of my children." "Yes, Master," you respond. You turn to the crowd, their eyes fixated on the newest Demigod, wishing for them to be chosen. This was the other part of the bar's Friday festivities. When the Muscle-God made his Demigod, that special man (though he was more than a man, but not yet a Muscle-God) would take a patron and plow them right in the bar. None could stop you as you fucked a lucky twink, claiming him as your fucktoy, even if they wanted to. You were now part of why they came to the bar that Friday night. One lucky twink was going to be the one thing he wanted to be almost as much as being a Demigod of the Ganymede: a Demigod's fucktoy. Your foot-long fuckpole stood at attention, its slit weeping pre-cum and you strode to a random guy, his eyes drinking in your glorious beauty. He stood, knowing that he was chosen by you, blessed to become your fucktoy and willing to be so whenever you desired him. Bending down slightly to compensate for your increased height, you pulled him to you and claimed his mouth with your own. You felt him moan in your mouth as he quivered in orgasm. "I'm yours, Demigod," he moaned in lust as he stripped. "Take me right here." You smile, glad for the tinted windows as you prepare his hole for your ramrod. Elsewhere in the room, the Muscle-God watches as your partner proclaims your glory and his for all to hear. He makes a mental note to fuck the owner senseless as thanks for his service.
  14. Muscle Worship University - Multi-Media Story Project

    Great idea for a story. This is definitely the kind of college that I would want to visit if it were real. Does the school have Greek life? I'm curious to know if they have fraternities and, if so, how much like Greek gods their Greeks look.
  15. Big, New World

    Very intriguing story, as well as a cheeky reference to "Brave New World." Great job!