Popular Post Newmassaddict Posted November 29, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted November 29, 2019 Here's another new story. This one had been inspired by a new friend on this forum who's encouraged me to write about those men who want to grow well beyond what is thought to be possible. They desire to not only grow but to become truly grotesque muscular creatures. I hope you enjoy. Become One Chapter 1 I shouldn’t be here. I look up at the large banner hanging from the ceiling of the convention room that reads “MuscleFest Fitness Expo”. I have barely taken two steps into the room and I’m already overwhelmed. So much jacked muscle and that’s just the people walking around the expo. I worry I’m going to loose my mind when I see an actual professional bodybuilder. I contemplate just turning and walking away but I take a minute to calm myself down. I start to walk around the room, passing the first few booths and realize that I’m practically invisible in this crowd. The only people getting any attention are the legitimate bodybuilders and fitness fanatics. That both settles my nerves and makes me feel pathetic all at the same time. The place is packed with people and on more than one occasion, I’m bumped in the shoulder by a far larger individual who probably didn’t even notice me. At 5’9” and 175lb, I’m hardly a formidable presence in this setting. I see a seating area off to the side and decide to sit down for a bit and try to relax. It took three years to work up the courage to finally buy a ticket to this expo and here I was, too scared to even enjoy it. This was a dream come true for me. I was in the presence of all the bodybuilding stars I’ve admired my whole life and I was messing it all up. I know I’m being hard on myself but I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t belong here. I sure all the people only see a skinny, gay, muscle obsessed loaner. I sink deeper into the chair and pull out my phone. I bring up Instagram and instantly I’m confronted by a constant stream of muscle. But it’s not your run-of-the-mill bodybuilder muscle, it’s the most extreme muscle. I scroll through images of the biggest, most incomprehensibly massive men on the planet. These men have biceps bigger than people’s waists, chests as thick as they are tall and quads so gargantuan, they can barely even waddle, let alone walk. It’s been this way for me for as long as I can remember. While I appreciate big muscle in all its forms, I’ve always been drawn to the more extreme level of muscle mass. I’m both fascinated and aroused by the men that have taken their muscle obsession to the absolute limit. I scroll past numerous high quality morphs that have artistically enhanced already massive beasts well past what is considered possible. I pause when I see a new post from the person who is the real reason I’m finally here appear on my screen. Alan “The Destroyer” Wilson. I feel my mouth go dry as I stare intensely at the image. At only 5’8”, Alan is the epitome of extreme muscular development. He recently posted that he weighed 325lbs with 7% body fat. To say he was big would be a complete understatement. I can only describe Alan as a grotesque abomination of what is considered normal, even by bodybuilding standards. In the image, he’s standing by a fan while they have their picture taken. The poor soul standing by him almost looks scared to be so close to such a massive creature. In most circles, the fan would be considered a jacked up bodybuilder, but next to Alan he looks weak and pathetic. While a number of inches taller, he pales in comparison. But it’s Alan that I’m focused on. I almost have to stifle a moan. I stare at his quads and calves first. He’s wearing sweat pants but rather than being baggy, they are stretched so tight I can see thick veins running in every direction. His feet are spread very far apart to accommodate his barrel-thick thighs but Alan’s calves appear to almost be touching. Each muscle is so enormous they expand numerous inches from both sides of his shines. I can’t see Alan’s knees because the meat hanging from his quads totally eclipses them. My eyes travel up the quads and marvel at the level of definition I can see through the thick fabric of his pants. It’s obvious that one of Alan’s quads is twice as thick as the fans legs combined. I snicker as I look at what Alan is attempting to wear on this upper body. I say attempt because it’s virtually impossible to hide the terrifying mass he processes. He’s wearing a shirt so huge it looks like it was once a blanket that he’s cut a hole for head to fit through. The billowing fabric cannot hide the sheer volume of his pecs, shoulders and arms. The hole is cut wide enough to allow his traps to be completely visible. I bit my lip as I stare at the cable-thick trap muscles erupting from the sweater. They encompass his head to such an extreme degree, Alan does not appear to have a neck. I wonder how he can even move his head with so much muscle surrounding it. I finally settle on Alan’s face. There is nothing most people would consider attractive about it. The extreme quantities of chemicals Alan has poured into his body for years has caused his facial features to become as distorted as the rest of his body. His jaw is square and so thick, it looks like he’s chewing on a cinder block. His forehead protrudes far beyond normal and he is completely bald. The most shocking feature of Alan’s face and head are the veins. Thick veins criss-cross most of the surface, only enhancing his grotesque appearance. While most would consider him downright hideous, I only see the side effects of his dedication to become a monster and I cannot look away. To me, he’s the most beautiful specimen on the planet. I take a screenshot of the image and file it into an album titled “Freaks”. I slowly scroll through the collection of images I’ve accumulated over the years. While most of the images are of Alan, there are many other massive bodybuilders and ever more morphed images. I finally tear myself away from my phone and glance across the expo floor. The different supplement and clothing brand booths stretch as far as I can see. I feel my heart skip a beat when, not more than 50 feet away, I see the same logo that is displayed behind the image of Alan I was just looking at. The absolute epitome of all my muscle fantasies is somewhere over there. My palms start to sweat as the reality of the situation sinks in. I consider just bolting for the front door. Suddenly my mind is racing with a thousand thoughts. Why haven’t you gotten serous about the gym? Why are you such a creep, looking at pictures of huge men but not doing anything to build your own body? You know everyone here thinks you’re a joke. Before I know it, I’m walking in the opposite direction of the booth I know Alan is located at. I feel sweat on my forehead and the crowd suddenly seems to grow exponentially. I’m being shoved by people twice my size. My heart is pounding in my chest. I see an exist sign and partially run towards it. I find myself in a dim hallway where I lean against the wall, pull my legs to my chest and rest my head on my knees. I feel like crying but I try to ficus on my breathing instead. After a few minutes, I’m feeling a little calmer but I decide that this was huge mistake. I stand up and start walking further down the hallway, looking for an exit door. I turned a corner and grab the first door knob I see. I open the door a walk through hoping I’ll step onto the street and get a lung-full of fresh air. Instead, I stop dead in my tracks because two feet in front of me is Alan “The Destroyer” Wilson. 33 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post Newmassaddict Posted November 30, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 30, 2019 Chapter 2 All of my motor functions stop working. Alan turned around to see the terror on my face. “Hey. You lost?” He asks. I just stare, unable to form words or move my body. “You ok kid?” He asks, starting to look concerned. I manage to move my head up and down once. “If you’re looking for the expo, it’s down the hall to your left.” Alan says, still looking at me with worry. “B-b-big.” I mumble. “F-f-fan.” Alan steps forward, the giant sweater I saw in the online pic sways around his massive frame. “Thanks.” He says and extends his hand to shake mine. I raise my trembling hand and as his massive paw engulfs mine, I feel a jolt pass trough my body and I black out. “Hey. Kid! You ok?” I slowly open my eyes and see Alan’s face inches from mine. I’m sprawled on the floor and he’s standing over me. Realizing that I had fainted, I feel a massive wave of humiliation wash over me. I scramble away from Alan and end up pressed against the wall of the room. “Woah, calm down, it’s ok man.” Alan says and stands back up. He sees that I dropped my phone when I collapsed and bends over to pick it up. I cannot help but stare as his massive quads and glutes try to rip through his pants as he does. He picks up the phone and as he approaches, I see his eyes glance on the screen. “Freaks?” He says as I realize I must have had my phone unlocked when I fell and Alan “The Destroyer” Wilson was now looking at the album full of all my muscle freak fantasies, including many images of himself. I feel my face go flush and my heart is pounding like a drum in my ears. “I-I-I…” I start to sputter but Alan raises one finger in my direction while scrolling through the gallery of images. “Lots of pics of me, that’s good. I guess a few of these other guys could be considered freaks” He says with a smile as he recognized the other professional bodybuilder images I’ve saved. His eyes go wide and he turns the phone towards me. He’s stopped on a graphic illustration of what would barely be considered a human being. Trapped between piles of shredded muscle and veins is a tiny head with only the eyes showing. Every body part is a grotesque display of mind-boggling mass expanded to the absolute extreme. Alan reaches into his pocket and pulls out his own phone. He turned it towards me and there as his home screen, is the same image. “You got good taste.” He says with a smile. I don’t know how to respond but I do manage a smile. “So you aren’t just a bodybuilding fan are you?” He asks. Suddenly all my nervousness and insecurities washed away. Watching Alan discover my most coveted secret gallery of muscle freaks was like an awakening. I no longer felt the need to hide. “Fuck no. I’m only into the biggest, strongest, most vascular muscle freaks on the planet; like you.” Alan smiled and reached out his hand. I take hold and he pulls me up so we were standing face-to-face. “Like me?” “Oh Yeah! You’re the most extreme freak there is. I mean, you barely look human!” I say and suddenly feel panic that Alan would be offended. Alan chuckles “Fuck being human. You’re right. I’m a fucking monster.” He responded, still smiling. He slowly raises his left arm and starts to flex. The loose fitting sleeve of his sweater falls down and exposes the lower half of his forearm. It would have fallen farther but the sheer size of his forearm prevents it from doing so. The individual muscle fibres of the exposed flesh twitch and expand as veins visibly swell. Alan pulls the fabric down further, exposing his entire forearm. He adjusts his pose and points his palm towards the ground and flexes again. I swear I could hear the muscles swell even bigger. The insane level of mass on just his forearm was easily bigger than most people’s thighs. “Feel it.” Alan says while still flexing. I reach out and make contact with the smooth skin. I could not help but moan. Never could I have imagined that human flesh could feel so soft and so hard at the same time. “Oh my god!” Was all I could say. “22 inches” “Fuck!” I say. Alan dropped his arm and with one fluid motion, pulled the massive sweater completely off his body, exposing his entire upper body only inches away. I let out a horrified gasp at the sight. Even my most extreme fantasies couldn’t have prepared me for this. “Have a seat. I don’t want you passing out again.” Alan says with a smile and motions to a chair against the wall. I stumble over to it and sit. “This is what I real freak looks like….?” “Steve” I mutter. “Steve. This is 328 pounds of the most shredded mass on the planet.” He says. I can only stare open-mouthed. Alan’s pecs are covered with deep striations even without flexing. His monstrous lats protrude multiple feet from either side. His traps cascade from his non-existent neck before crashing into his boulder-size shoulders that look like they are carved from stone. His biceps, triceps and forearms look like hundreds of snakes wrapped in translucent skin. Even with his incredible mass, his waist looks puny compared to the rest of him. I question how it can even support such a massive upper body but the multiple razor-sharp abdominal muscles look they are forged from the strongest steel. The skin-tight sweat pants he’s wearing look almost transparent from the pressure they are under trying to contain the sheer volume of his quads and calves. “When I first started working out I used to look at the same type of pictures you have your phone. I never thought I would ever be as huge as the top pros but the bigger I got the more dedicated I became.” Alan said as he slowly started to flex his entire body into a most muscular pose. His voice started to show the strain as his body started to inflate. “E-eventaully, I surpassed all of them in size and now I’m so fucking massive, they won’t even let me enter bodybuilding shows because I would make everyone look like little kids. But that hasn’t s-s-stopped me. I’m not even close to done growing.” He said through gritted teeth. His already massive body had swelled to a morbid wall of pulsing muscle. Every exposed inch looked so ripped I wonder if the muscles hurt as the pressed against each other. “I-I only have one goal now Steve. I WILL become that image on my phone. I will become a walking, breathing morph.” He said with tears running down his face from the effort his was exerting as he hit what I thought was the peak of the pose. I was wrong. Alan let out a loud roar and summerly more muscles to swell in every direction. New veins erupted over every inch of flesh and his pants tore open at the seams. I let out a horrified scream as he ballooned before my eyes. The hundreds of images I’ve seen of Alan had never displayed the sheer mass that stood in front of me. As if sensing my thoughts, Alan said “I-I h-hold back for social media. No one can handle just how extreme I can be. How grotesque I am.” “I can. Flex Alan. Show me just how disgusting you are.” I heard the words but they sounded like they were coming from someone else’s mouth. Alan smiled and licked his lips. His eyes went wild. He relaxed the pose a little before resetting and crunching down with even more force. If I wasn’t there witnessing the scene, I would not believed it to be real. Alan’s already impossibly large body grew even bigger. His head was surrounded by his traps and neck muscles. His shoulders looked to be three times the size of his head. His arms and forearms looked like they were playing tug of war with each other for space. His waist, while still comically small for his frame, grew dramatically as each ab muscle swelled bigger. He now exposed quads looked like the skin was going to tear open as they not only flexed but also worked hard to support the enormity of his upper body. Even from the front, the slabs of his calve muscles exploded from each leg, displayed deep striations and the thickest veins I’d even seen. Even his glutes pulses as they became visible on either side his body. “Take a picture!” He said and I raised my phone and started to snap pictures, hoping my hands were not shaking too badly. Alan managed to hold the pose for a few more seconds before relaxing. He was breathing heavy and although he wasn’t flexing, his body remained exaggeratedly swollen. Alan reached for my phone and inspected the images. He had a look of pride on his face. “That was pretty crazy Steve. I rarely show others just how extreme I can get. I’m pretty impressed you didn’t pass out again.” “That was incredible. I’ve never seen anything that amazing.” I said also breathing hard. “Still not extreme enough. I want to get so fucking massive, people can’t stand to be in my presence without becoming physically sick.” Alan said. “mmmmm” was all I could muster. “You like that idea do you? Man, you are just as freaky as me. Let me ask you a question.” He said as he absentmindedly caressed the massive slabs of his pec muscles. “Do you just like huge, shredded muscle or do you want to be a massive muscle freak yourself?.” If someone had asked me that question a few minutes ago, I would have immediately said no but with all my fantasies exposed and in the presence of the largest creature on the planet I couldn’t deny it any longer. “More than anything Alan.” I said with as much confidence I could muster. Alan smiled and placed his massive hand on my shoulder. “Then you have no choice. You need to start growing into a freak.” “I don’t know how to even start.” “Doesn’t matter Steve. I can see it in your face, YOU NEED this.” He said. Tears filled my eyes as I looked Alan in the eyes. I was shocked and amazed at what he just said. “It’s cool kid. I know you can do it. You just need to give up on everything else. From now on, the only thing at matters is muscle. Let the desire consume you entirely. Before long, you won’t even recognize yourself.” I couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Alan and gave him a hug. As I felt his muscles against by body I shuttered at their sheer mass and hardness. I felt Alan’s huge arms wrap around me and even though it felt like he was going to crush my tiny frame, I relaxed into the embrace. “Ok Steve. I have to get back to the expo and you have to go start your journey to becoming a massive muscle freak.” Alan said and stood up. I felt my heart sink at the thought of him leaving. He reached into a duffel bag on the floor and pulled out a new set of clothes. As he pulled a pair of sweat pants over his blood-pumped quads he looked over at me. “Next year, I want to see you here again but I better not even recognize you.” I stood up, nodded and started walking to the door. I stopped and turned back to Alan. “Thank you Alan. I won’t disappoint you.” I said and walked out the door. 35 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post Newmassaddict Posted December 1, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted December 1, 2019 Chapter 3 I left the MuscleFest Expo an entirely different person. Physically, I was still the same 5’8”, 175lb dweeb but mentally I was transformed. I now had one singular purpose in life, to grow. The physical changes started soon afterwards. I joined a hardcore bodybuilding gym, much to the amusement of the other members. I started buying only bodybuilder appropriate food. Consumed supplements constantly and started using the most powerful steroids I could find. I was making gains daily, both in strength and size. While most people would be ecstatic with the progress I was making, it only spurred me on to accelerate my progress. When I reached 200lbs only a few weeks after the expo, I allowed myself a moment of self congratulations. I was standing in the gym locker room, stripped naked after a gruelling 3 hour quad workout. I stepped off the scale and stood facing a full-length mirror. I couldn’t help but admire the thickening chest muscles that twitched ever so slightly. I could see small veins creepy to the surface of my pale, thin skin. My shoulders and arms were showing clear separation and my abs looked ripped and well defined. I placed my left leg forward and flexed the growing quad muscles. I could see the beginnings of clear definition between the separate muscle groups. I turned my leg and flexed my left calve muscle. It sprang to life as I raised and lowered my foot. I was lost in this brief moment of self-worship and didn’t see the other member exit the shower. I caught his refection over my shoulder as he glanced at my back and glutes. I turned to face him, noting his much larger body. While not very ripped, he was solid muscle from head to toe. “I saw you lifting out there today. You were hitting quads like a maniac.” He said. “Thanks. It’s going good. Slow but good.” I responded. “Slow. I’ve been watching you; you’re piling on mass like crazy. You’ll be 240lbs like me in a few years.” He said and puffed out his thick pecs. I stepped closer to him and shoved him into his locker. “A few years? Try a few weeks. In a few years, I will be bigger than you even imagined a human could be.” I yelled. “Waoh, easy dude. I was giving you a compliment.” “Well it wasn’t one.” I said a started to flex my entire body. I felt every muscle expand to their limits instantly. I looked down and saw thick veins erupting all over my arms and forearms. The guy couldn’t help but take notice of my swelling body. Even though he was bigger than me, my superior conditioning made me appear equal to his size. I glanced down at his hardening cock. “This little muscle freak turn you on?” He just nodded his head. I grabbed him around his neck and slammed his face into my flexed pecs. He started to lick the sweat off my body as I moaned with pleasure. As his hands started to explore my body, my cock sprang to life. When I knew I was close to cumming. I wrapped my arms around his thick ass and lifted him off the floor. As I carried him back to the shower, I couldn’t help but marvel at how light his body felt. Once alone, I dropped his body and turned him towards the shower wall. Without hesitation, I slammed my hard cock into his ass. He let out a yelp at the force I impelled him with. I felt increased power coursing though my body as I started to thrust my cock deeper and harder into him. He was moaning with pleasure while I was staring at the ripped muscles on my arms. As I envisioned them tripling, no, quadrupling in size, I released a huge load of cum in his ass. He turned and started to worship my body again. I placed one hand on his chest and pushed him away. He looked confused. “I don’t have time for anymore of this. I need to eat and rest before my workout tonight.” I said. He had a stunned, hurt look on his face as I left the shower and started getting dressed. As I was about to leave he came stomping out of the shower. “What the fuck makes you think you can just fuck my ass and walk away?” “I DO” I screamed and slammed my chest into his, knocking him to the floor. I knew I was being an asshole but I wasn’t going to let anything slow my progress. It felt good to cum in his ass and I couldn’t help but notice how good 200lbs of muscle felt . --- After that night in the locker room, I doubled my doses of the roids I was taking and starting scouring the internet for more potent compounds. Not soon after, I hit 240lbs. The new gear I was on was incredible. I felt pumped 24 hours a day and my cock was constantly hard. I was also shedding fat like crazy. My vascularity was off the charts while I continued to gain more size. I finished a brutal three hour arm workout and since it was hot outside, I decided to walk home without my shirt on. Immediately people started to stare. My skin was incredibly pale but that couldn’t mask the amount of muscle packed onto my frame. The longer I walked, the more the sun beat down on my skin caused my veins to swell even thicker. I walked by two guys that both lingered on my exposed flesh for an extended peroid of time. Both of their eyes grew wide the closer I got. One made a disapproving face, while the other just stared transfixed. As I passed by, I heard one guy say “OMG, that’s so gross!” I stopped and tuned. “What did you say?” I asked. The two guys stopped and turned while giving each other a fearful glance. “I didn’t say anything” one of them replied. “Yeah, you called me gross.” I said while placing my hands on my hips. In doing so, I flared my lats slightly and bounced my pecs a few times. One guy placed his hand over his mouth while the other’s jaw just hung open. I could see them looking for an excuse but before they started to talk, I raised one had, immediately silencing them. “Thanks. Why don’t you tell me more about how disgusting I look.” I said. As they both started to stammer and apologize, I interrupted them again. “I’m serious. I took it as a compliment. My goal is to become so fucking massive and piled with muscle and veins that no one will be able to control themselves around me.” I said and lifted my arms into a double bicep pose. I glanced to either side and inspected my 19” arms that looked like they were carved out of marble while covered in a truly insane amount of veins. My pale skin made the blue veins look even more ridiculous. I looked back at the two guys and the look of horror and lust on their faces instantly brought my cock to life. “I live right up the street. You guys want to see just how sick this body can look when it’s fully pumped?” They both just stood and stared but I couldn’t help notice the growing bulges in their pants. I turned and started walking away. I could feel their eyes locked on my swelling lat muscles that twitched with each step. When I reached the door to my place, I didn’t even have to look behind me to know they were still there. Once inside, I made them strip me naked and when I started posing, they each couldn’t resist vigorously stroking their cocks. Within minutes, I was so pumped, I could barely move. “You think this is gross now?” I asked while flexing my entire body. They both just moaned and continued to stroke. “This is nothing. I’ve barely gotten started. I going to be so fucking massive and ripped you won’t even think I’m human anymore. Now, cum to all this growing mass!” I screamed. They both moaned in unison as I flexed even harder. I could see the fear and disgust in their eyes but I knew they were totally under my trance. Seconds later, they came simultaneously. I stopped posing and told them both to get out. They hesitated at first but realized, I wasn’t someone they wanted to disobey. As they were leaving, one guy passed me his business card. “Call me when you’ve reached your goal.” he whispered. I just just laughed. Little did they know, I didn’t have a limit. --- The day I hit 250lbs was a particularly good day. I arrived at the gym at 6 a.m. and headed to the locker room. I stripped down and stepped on the scale. When the dial settled on 250, I felt my cock instantly get hard. I resisted the urge to touch myself and instead, got dressed and made my way to the weight room. My mind went blank and suddenly all I wanted to do was lift more weight than I had ever before. There was a big dude in the squat rack. He had just completed his set and racked the bar loaded with three 45lb plates per side. He saw me approached and started to unload the bar. I told him not to bother. “Leg day for you too?” He asked. I stepped under the bar loaded with 315lbs and hoisted it off the rack. “Nope. Shoulders.” I said and started to lift the bar. I saw the guys’s eyes go wide as my arms straightened at the top of the rep. “Holy shit.” Was all he could say. I gritted my teeth and started to pound out rep after rep. My shoulders were burning from the pump almost immediately. The more intense the pain became, the more power I felt swelling inside of me. I lost count of the reps at 14 but figured I was close to 20 before slamming the bar back on the rack. I took a step back and admired the growing cap of my shoulder muscles. I could see the deepening striations between each muscle and more veins than ever before. I added 25lbs to each side and managed another three sets of 12 reps. During the last three reps, I was grunting and screaming from the effort but managed to maintain perfect form. As I walked away from the squat rack, I saw the guy that was doing legs just staring at me like I was a wild animal. I couldn’t help but agree with his assessment. I grabbed two 50lb dumbbells and started doing lateral raises. I only did four reps before dropping them and grabbing the 75lb weights. I needed to really punish my shoulders today. I cranked out eight reps and paused at the top of the ninth. “Hey. Come here.” I said to the guy who was on the calve machine nearby. He walked over and placed his hands under my elbows like he was going to spot me. I just shook my head. “Press down.” He paused and gave me a look of total shock before moving his hands to my forearms. I could see awe in his eyes as he touched the undeniable hardness of my forearms. He started to push down on my arms and the added resistance shot shearing pain throughout my shoulders. Sensing my agony he let go. “No! Press harder.” I said with a grunt. He obeyed and pressed down harder. My whole body was trembling. I lowered the weights and started to left again. I could see his arms tense from the pressure he was using. I closed my eyes and forced the weights higher. When I hit the top of the rep I heard a muffled moan from behind me. I lowered the weights again and started to lift. When I hit the top of the rep I just stopped. “Feel them.” I said. The guy didn’t need to be asked twice. He ran his shaking hands up my forearms and over my biceps and triceps. He bite his lip as he felt the incredible density of my arms. When his hands reached my incredibly pumped shoulders, he let out a whimper. He explored each deep crevasse and striation. I dropped the weights and raised my arms into a double bicep pose. I could only imagine the sight he saw from behind as they swelled to their maximum size. I felt him squeeze each shoulder as if to test whether it was possible to dent the muscle. I pivoted each shoulder to give him a better view. I heard him let out a slow moan before he abruptly stopped touching me. As I turned to face him, he was already halfway across the gym heading for the locker room while covering his wet crouch. The realization that I just made a man cum without touching himself washed over me like flood. My cock swelled in my shorts as the building sensation of power filled my whole body. I looked around the gym like a lion looking for prey. I no longer just wanted to work my shoulders, I needed my whole body to become so pumped, I could no longer move. I started working my biceps, triceps, lats, quads and calves. When I finally couldn’t move a single muscle, I realized I had been working out for over four hours. I literally crawled to the locker room while the other guy goers gave me a wide birth. This was not an uncommon scene for them lately. Their looks of fear and confusion as to why I was torturing myself like this was now a further source of motivation for me. To them, I was already a freak. When I climbed onto the scale and saw the dial read 254lb I chuckled at the thought of reaching 250lbs was already a distant memory. --- I’m at the grocery store stocking up on my food supply when a sudden wave of hunger sweeps over me. This has been happening more and more as I continue to pack on more mass. Usually I can wait until I’m home to eat but today, the feeling of hunger is overwhelming. I walked to the deli counter and order a huge sirloin steak. The butcher, who is a large, burly guy with a bushy beard, begins to wrap it when I stop him and ask him to hand me the large piece of meat. He gives me a strange look but complies. I snatch the steak from his hand and shove it into my mouth. I rip off a huge piece and feel streaks of blood run down my chin. The butcher recoils in disgust as I tear off another huge bite. “Dude! That’s fucking gross!” He yells. I stare at him and take one more bite. As I’m chewing, I start to flex my pecs and lats. I’m wearing a rather baggy shirt but as my body swells, I see him realize that the large shirt wasn’t covering up fat but rather a growing massive wall of muscle. I feel the fabric stretch across my chest as it swells so large, I loose sight of my quads and feet. As I take the last bite of raw steak, I grab the bottom of the shirt and lift it over my head. When the butcher sees my mammoth body completely exposed, he stumbled backwards and slams into the counter. “Oh my god. You are a fucking freak!” He screamed and covered his mouth. I simple stare at him and flare my enormous lats even wider. I feel my huge arms lift higher as they rest on my growing back muscles. I slowly tense my abs, knowing that my countless, garden-hose thick veins are creeping to the surface of my paper-thin skin. Having seen this image in the reflection of my mirror at home hundreds of times, I know exactly what this poor guy it witnessing. “H-how? So much muscle. The veins! So many!” He cries as he try’s to hold back a gag. It’s clear, he’s never seen a body as developed as mine before and can barely comprehend what it is he’s seeing. Sensing he’s about to totally loose control of his bodily functions, I slowly place my hands on my hips and start to hit a front lat spread. If my lats looks wide before, I was going to completely dwarf that previous image. As I feel my lats swell to their full width, I can’t help but let out a low moan. From behind me, I hear a shopping cart smash into a display case as a couple of people let out stifled screams. The butcher is shaking like a leaf and he has lost all colour from his face. When I’m fully flexed, he can no longer hold it in. He bends forward and vomits onto the file of fresh meat on the counter. “Too bad. I could have eaten all that meat.” I say and relax the pose and start walking away. The entire grocery store is at a complete stand still, no one can believe their eyes. I push my cart up to a young cashier who can’t move, he just stares at my naked upper body. “Sorry but can you ring all this in? I need to get to the gym.” I ask. The young skinny kid shakes is head as if he trying to wake himself up before starting to scan the items. As he does so, he cannot stop looking at me. “H-how big are you?” He finally asks with a trembling voice. “272lbs this morning.” “Fuck” he says. I glance down and see his pants can’t hide his bulge and I can’t hide my smile. “Yup. 272lbs at 5’8”. 22” arms, 18” forearms, 57” pecs, 31” waist, 34” quads and 20” calves.” The kid can’t even comprehend those numbers. “Wow! You must be the biggest person in the world!” He says. I let out a loud laugh. “Not even close little guy. When I’ve added another 100lbs maybe I will be.” I say. The kid stops scanning items and just stares at me in shock. I see a small wet spot on the front of his pants. I look down at it and I can see he’s noticed what I’m looking at. He blushes and hurries to finish ringing in my order. “Maybe I’ll come back wearing just a posing suit when I reach that weight.” I say and hand him my credit card. As I load the bags back onto the cart, I see the kid watching my biceps and forearms swell as I left the dozen bags. As I turn to leave, I flex my right bicep slightly and watch as the wet spot on his pants starts to grow. --- There is a buzz in the gym when I return for my second workout. Instantly I can see there are way more people here than usual. I ask the guy at the front desk and he tells me Noah Grant is here. I can see he’s brusting with excitement. Noah Grant place 3rd in last year’s Mr Olympia. I asked why he was here and the guy looked at me like I had two heads. “He’s been touring this area for the last few weeks filming content for social media. Haven’t you seen it?” I had stopped using social media months ago. The bigger I got, the less interest I had in viewing images of other big guys. I was so focused on my own mission to grow, they no longer excited me. Seeing their toned and even relatively huge bodies paled in comparison to what I was aiming to achieve. I made my way through the crowd of onlookers and caught my first glimpse of Noah. Seeing him in real life was certainly an unexpected sight. When he stood on the My. Olympia stage last year, he weighed a very formidable 277lbs. While he eventually lost points for not being as conditioned as the top two, he was certainly one of the largest men on stage. Seeing him a few feet way from me, I couldn’t help but notice the additional mass he’s added to his body. I estimated he was now weighing in the high 280s if not low 290s. While he was far from contest-ready, he was displaying impressive vascularity. I looked around the room and could see that all the most dedicated lifters were here and everyone watched Noah with a sense of compete awe. I looked back at Noah and watched as he preformed a set of tricep pushdowns while someone filmed. He grunted as he pressed the full stack of weights up and down at an impressive rate of speed. He exaggerated his facial expressions for the camera and was really putting on a great show for the crowd. I watched him do another set before making my way to the locker room. Just before I entered one of the regular gym goers, grabbed my arm. “You working out? Can’t you see that Noah’s filming?” “Yeah. So what?” “Well, it’s kind a dick move to interrupt his workout.” He said. “Fuck that. The gym is big enough for two people to workout. Besides, he’s not even a member.” I responded. The guy looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was so unimpressed that Noah Grant was standing in my presence. I just shook my head and went to get changed. When I retuned to the gym floor, Noah was flexing for the camera; and the audience. He strutted around and was talking up some new supplement his sponsoring company was about to release. I made my way to the squat rack and started to load weights. As I did so, other members shot me dirty looks similar to the ones I received earlier. I ignored them all and continued to add plates to the bar. With 495lbs added, I positioned myself under the bar and started to crank out some warmup reps. After 20 reps, I slammed the weight back on the rack. I heard Noah stop talking but I didn’t look over. Instead, I added two more plates to the bar, bringing my first working set to 585lbs. With the bar sitting on my bulging traps, I stepped back and started to lower the weight as I felt the blood flood into my quads I couldn’t help but let out a low growl as I lifted the weight back up. I managed 14 reps before the bar crashed onto the rack. I heard the room go silent and when I turned to grab more weights, Noah was standing next me. “Hey buddy, do you mind? I’m trying to talk over here.” “Sorry but I’m trying workout here and since this is a gym, I think I’ll keep going.” I said and grabbed two 45lb plate with one hand. I saw Noah glance down at my forearm as it easily held the two plates. His eyes grew wide at the cable-thick muscles spewing from my shirt. The veins, as always, looked downright sickening. I was wearing a 4xl t-shirt that was pretty loose on my upper body and an enormous pair of sweat pants that hid my lower half completely so my forearms and neck were the only body parts showing. I slide the two plates on one side of the bar and grabbed two more. Seeing Noah totalling the weight in his head, I slowly positioned myself under the bar and easily hoisted it off the rack. I took a step back and the 765lb bar visibly sagged in the middle. I let out a loud grunt as I lowered the weight so far my ass was barely three inches off the ground. With another loud grunt, I started to lift the weight back up. I watched Noah’s face as I completed the rep and his eyes looked terrified. Without a moment of rest, I lowered the weight again and let out a louder grunt as I powered the weight back up. “Spot.” I said to Noah. He hesitated for a moment and positioned himself behind me. I didn’t need his help but I wanted him to feel my body swell as I continued to squat the huge weight. I could see his eyes go wide as his arms wrapped around my back. A back far wider than he was expecting. I moved my ass into his crotch and thought I saw a flutter in his eyes as he tried to fathom how glutes could feel so hard and dense. I lowered the weight, bringing Noah’s body down with me. At the bottom of the rep, I raised my head and let out a primal growl as I started to rise. When I reached the top of the rep racked the weight and stepped forward. I could feel every pair of eyes on me. I looked to Noah and told him to add two more plates to each side of the bar. He looked petrified by the request. “855lbs?” “Fuck yeah. How else am I going to grow these little twigs.” I said and untied the drawstring of my pants and let them fall to the floor. The whole gym let out a collective gasp when my quads were uncovered. The workout I’ve already competed had blown them up to cartoon size. I felt the thick muscles pressing against each other and as I flexed them independent of each other I could see looks of horror on the faces of the audience. I placed my hands on the vein-covered skin and caressed their tree truck mass. I looked in the mirror and marvelled at their present 37” girth. With the bar loaded with 855lbs I positioned myself under it. The huge weight dug painfully into my massive traps. With herculean effort, I hoisted the bar off the rack. As the weight tried to crush my whole body I felt a brewing determination boiling up inside me. I looked around the room and saw a number of hard cocks trying to escape their owner’s shorts. I focused on my refection in the mirror and started to lower the weight. Instantly, my quads exploded with newfound mass. The muscles visually expanded from either side of my body as I lowered the weight. The garden hose thick veins pulsed with fresh blood that rushed to aid in controlling the weight. When I reached the bottom of the rep I stopped, unable to move the weight up. I started to scream and spit as I willed more power to materialize. Just as I feared I could not lift the weight, a calm came over me. My whole body shook with raw animal power and I started to rise. I heard gasps and moans from the crowd. I was able to catch a glimpse of Noah’s face and the look of horror only gave me more strength. When I was half way up, I was drooling and spitting from the effort. When I finally reached the top of the rep I saw several men stroking their cocks. Seeing this blatant display of muscle lust drove me over the edge. I even surpassed myself when I started to lower the weight again. I heard Noah scream for me to stop but I couldn’t. I was determined to show the whole gym the most disgusting display of muscle and power they’d even witnessed. When I reached the bottom of the rep, I could feel the muscles of my quads pressing together from their sheer size. With a surge of frightening power, I started to drive the weight back up. When I reached the top pf the rep I looked down at my legs and audibly gaged. Never had I imagined I would be the source of such an inhuman display of twisted muscle. There was no visible gap from my hips to my knees. In fact, the muscles were so massive, they spewed forward and back as they fought for room. I could hear some gym goers orgasming as other threw up from disgust. To add insult to injury, or to push the rest over the edge, I did something even I didn’t know I could. I started to do calve raises with the 855lb bar. My 24” calves expanded instantly and what was a sickening river of veins suddenly became a flood. The whole room could see each tributary pump and swelling larger with each rep. I looked at Noah again and saw him stroking his cock like a piston. As I glanced at the faces of pure terror and lust from the whole room I could not control my own hard cock. With a wall-shaking scream, I unleashed a massive load of cum that sprayed through my briefs and splattered on the mirror two feet away. I racked the mighty weight and stumbled out of the squat rack. I glanced around the room as I relished the looks of awe from the crowd. My eyes settled on Noah who looked mortified that he had orgasmed to my body. I smiled and approached the massive professional bodybuilder. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and draped him over my shoulder. He barely resisted and soon started to fondle the muscles still hidden under my shirt. “Time for a private show.” I whispered as I carried him into the locker room and slammed the door behind us. --- I wake up with in a panic. The MuscleFest Expo was only a few months away. I crawled out of bed and opened the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I grabbed a fistful of syringes and started to inject them into my system. As the massive amount of chemicals flooded my body I begin to cum instantly. I closed the cabinet door and star at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognize myself. No part of my previously skinny body remains. The mirror was small and all I can see surrounding my head is muscle. It rises higher than it’s supposed to and spills from places muscles shouldn’t. What muscle I do see is covered with veins. They cover my whole body including my face. I knew I’m hideous by most people’s standards but I couldn’t be happier. With only a short time left, I was nowhere near done my transformation. I open the cabinet again and grab three more syringes. I close the cabinet and as the empty syringes fall to the floor, I waddle to the fridge where I pull up a chair and start to randomly grab food and shove it in my mouth. I glance down and extend my left arm. The mammoth muscle and vein combination is truly a species bending sight. As I slowly twist my wrist I go into a trance as I watched the muscles swell and twitch in ways no arm should. I suddenly feel my body shake as a fresh load of cum sprays the fridge door. I wipe a large gob off and lick it off my hand. I’m consuming any source of protein I can these days. I clean myself up and grab my gym bag and head out. When I step into the street I hear the familiar sounds of car breaks screeching before slamming into another car and people screaming at the sight of my grotesquely massive body. As I walk to the gym I can’t help but smile with excitement about seeing Alan “The Destroyer” Wilson soon. 35 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boardman Posted December 1, 2019 Share Posted December 1, 2019 Love this story. Can't wait to see just how strong he is and show the Destroyer what he can do 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lighterstill Posted December 1, 2019 Share Posted December 1, 2019 I am so thankful that we've got another story from you! I can't wait to see how big our protagonist gets; he's addicted to growth. But I suspect Alan has grown even larger since we last saw him... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuscledJunk Posted December 2, 2019 Share Posted December 2, 2019 This story is unbelievably hot 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted December 2, 2019 Share Posted December 2, 2019 my man ,the changes our guy has gane through are unbeliaveble. The next meet up with "The Destrotyer" will be a thing for the ages 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goremeridian Posted December 2, 2019 Share Posted December 2, 2019 What an amazing story! Definitely looking forward to the next part 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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