Popular Post Newmassaddict Posted June 17, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted June 17, 2020 Who Am I? Chapter One I slam the heavy bar on to the rack, causing the metal weights to make a loud clanging sound that fills the gym. I slowly sit up and flex and relax my pumped pecs. It’s at that moment I see the guy across the gym. He’s about thirty feet away but I can clearly see he’s staring at me. I slowly move my hands together, causing my pecs to erupt. I’m wearing an over-sized stinger tank top that leaves very little to the imagination. Even from this distance, I know he can see my immense size. He has his phone out, like he’s pretending to look at the screen but in realty, looking at me. As I hit the flex, his arm slowly lowers, no longer able to keep up the charade. I relax the flex, stand up, grab two more 45 pound plates and slam them onto one side of the bar. I do the same to the other side. With an incomprehensible amount of weight on the bar, I lay back down and with barely a grunt, hoist it off the rack. As the bar grazes my blood-engorged pecs, I effortlessly lift it back up to the top of the rep. I complete eight perfect reps before slamming the bar down and sitting up. I’m breathing heavy and my pecs are on fire. I return my gaze across the gym only to find my admirer hasn’t moved an inch. His eyes are visibly wide as he marvels at my size and strength. Without trying to disguise what I’m doing, I slowly transition into a most muscular pose while making eye contact with my admirer. I feel every muscle on my upper body swell to insane proportions. I feel the once loose fabric of my tank stretch tight over my sweat-soaked skin. My incredibly pumped pecs inflate and as they come in contact with my chin, I can’t help but let out a low moan. My arms shake as I flex even harder, willing myself to pump up even bigger, every muscle tingles from the effort. I reach the pinnacle of the flex and moan again as each muscle group comes in contact with the other as they compete for space. I can’t see my reflection but know just how freaky I look. It at this moment the poor guy can no longer control himself. His body starts to jerk uncontrollably and his knees visibly go weak. A second later, a wet spot is clearly visible on the front of his shorts and he grabs hold of a nearby bench to stop himself from falling over. I release the pose and flash the guy a smile as he sprints towards the locker room. I start to chuckle as I slam another 45 pound plate on each side of the bar and continue my gruelling chest workout. --- I wasn’t always like this. In fact, only a few years ago, I would have been the guy staring at the roided out muscle freak from across the gym, unable to look away. If you had told me I would become the massive freak I am today back then, I would have laughed in your face or recoiled in disgust. I joined my first gym when I was 22. At the time, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I stuck with it mainly because of the buff guys that frequented the gym, the bigger they became, the more I wanted to look like them. It took me six months to start seeing improvements. My once flat chest was now two hard, albeit small, mounds of pec meat. I had a thin vein running up my 13” bicep and if I flexed really hard, I could just make out a hint of tricep. I still remember how incredible it felt the day I reached 170lbs. It was around this time I met James. We met at the gym when he asked me to spot him. I remember thinking it was odd that he would ask me when there were countless other guys far more capable of helping him. He was about my size and build and we hit it off immediately. Soon we were regular workout partners and about a month later, James asked me out and I thought I had hit the jackpot, a cute guy that worked out. For the next six months we were inseparable, inside and outside the gym. Having a steady workout partner was amazing. Right away, I started to push myself harder during each workout and slowly my strength and weight started to increase. Two months after meeting James, I weighed 185lbs while remaining incredibly lean. I would find myself feeling my growing arms and running my hand over my hard, etched abs. James would joke that I was getting off on my own body. I would laugh it off but subconsciously, I was. With each pound I gained, I would secretly obsess about how much I desired more. In the beginning, I would only think these thoughts. I knew I was still tiny and skinny and it felt pathetic to admit my desires out loud. But that didn’t stop me from fantasying about it constantly. I started to follow physique models on social media, marvelling at their size and outrageous conditioning. That progressed to following classic competitors and eventually bodybuilders. I still remember the day I discovered some truly massive freaks. I stumbled upon the profile of a relatively well known bodybuilder, who’s name I cannot remember. My first instinct was to recoil in disgust but something made me scroll deeper down his feed. I felt my throat go dry as pictures of his bloated body moved past my eyes. I paused at a POW video of his pumped quads as he flexed and relaxed them. I audibly gagged as the thick veins erupted across his thin, paper-like skin. It wasn’t until I came across a picture of him shaking hands with a fan that my cock started to harden. I starred at that picture for a long time, trying to comprehend the comical difference in size. The bodybuilder dwarfed the other man in every way. Until that moment, I would have drooled over the other guy’s size but he suddenly looked puny by comparison. Something shifted in my head that day. I was consumed not just with muscle, but the biggest, freakiest muscular beasts on the planet. I followed their profiles, read articles about them and watched hours of videos. It became my whole world. I stopped watching porn and jerked off only to the most hardcore, roid-filled monsters. At the gym, I increased my intensity ten-fold. I started to push my body well past it’s limits. James was taken aback but supported my efforts. When he asked me what was happening, I would just reply that I wanted to look as good as possible for summer, while in my mind, I wanted only to grow. It wasn’t long until James could no longer keep up with me at the gym. We would start our workout together but he would quit after an hour while I continued for two to three more. It became a common site for James to witness me arriving home and collapsing at the front door, drenched in sweat and barely able to move. I think he tolerated it for as long as he did because my newfound dedication was paying off. I was adding more and more muscle and he was clearly turned on by my new size. I remember the day I reached 200lbs. I ran home from the gym and bust through the door yelling. “James! James!” “What?” “I hit 200lbs!” I screamed. James smiled and gave me a lustful look. “Wow, you are such a big stud.” I quickly lifted my tight t-shirt over my shoulders, pausing just long enough to relish the feeling of resistance my shoulders caused. The shirt had barely touched the floor before James was on me. His tiny hands caressed my rock-hard pecs and abs. I didn’t even have to flex to know he was amazed at how hard they felt. I placed my hands around his tight waist and without any effort, lifted him off the floor. I carried him to the bedroom, tossed him on the bed and whipped off my shorts. As my hands moved down my bulging thighs, I a moan as I flexed each quad, felling the growing muscles pulse under my hands. James licked his lips a the site of my pumped up body causing me to get even harder. I gripped his thin ankles and pulled him easily towards me. I slammed my hard cock into his ass with a level of aggression he wasn’t prepared for. “Ugh, not too rough!” he exclaimed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and tried as a might, I could not look away. I was nowhere as big as I dreamed of being but I could not help but marvel at how muscular I was becoming. With my eyes fixated on my reflection, I started to ram my cock into Jame’s ass. He let out ecstatic moans with each thrust. The more I worked, the more swollen my body became. I looked down to see veins snaking up and down my pumped biceps. I looked back to the mirror and bent forward, placing my arms behind James’s back. With a grunt, I hoisted his 178lb body off the bed. He howled with delight as my cock slid further inside. I let out a primal roar as I watched my body swell to hold his body in mid air. Every muscle erupted and I started to maneuver James up and down my iron-hard cock. The sight in the mirror was the most incredible thing I had even seen. I could not believe I capable of doing what I was doing. I was lost in trance when James’ shouts brought me back to reality. “Fuck, STOP! You’re hurting me!” He screamed. I barely registered the fact that he was also pounding on my shoulders. I dropped him onto the bed and took a step back, breathing heavily. “What the FUCK Chad!” “James, are you ok?” I asked with worry in my voice. “Yeah I’m fine but what the FUCK was that Chad!” “I-I don’t know. I guess I got carried away.” I responded. “I’d say so.” James replied. I felt horrible for the rest of the day and apologized to James about a hundred times. After a day or two, he seemed to forget about the incident but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see my reflection in the mirror. My bloated muscles easily manhandling James. The thick veins all over my body and the way my muscles flexed in unison. I would get hard within seconds and spend days covering my crotch whenever the memories flooded my mind. About a week later, I did my first real research on steroids. I had read about the side effects and dangers but I knew I needed them to continue to grow bigger. The more research I did, the more I wanted to take that plunge. It was at this time that I knew I had to share my desire to get huge with James. It was a few days later as we lay in bed after having harmless and admittedly timid sex that I decided to broach the subject. I was scrolling through Instagram and stopped on a picture of a famous physique model. He was considerable bigger than me but no where near big enough in my opinion. I turned my phone to James and saw his eyes go wide at the image. “He’s hot isn’t he?” I asked. “Yeah! Totally.” James said. “What would you think if I was that big?” “Uh. I don’t know. Would you really want to be that big? I mean, he’s hot but look at his chest, it looks like he has tits. And what’s with the veins? His arms are covered in them. Gross.” It was that one word, gross, that made my heart sink. Here James was, grossed out by a man I would barely consider buff. I was too distressed to talk any more. I mumbled something about being tired and rolled over and tried to fall asleep. I woke up in a bad mood the next day. I tried to hide it from James but he could sense something was bothering me and kept asking me to tell him what was wrong. I finally confided in him that I was upset at his reaction the night before. I told him how much I loved getting bigger. I told him how I wanted to be buff my whole life and now that I was finally on my way, he didn’t want me to keep going. “Chad, I don’t want to stop you from following your dreams. If you want to keep getting bigger, I won’t stop you. I’m sorry I reacted like that last night. The more I think about it, maybe it would be hot to be with a big stud like that. Just don’t get too big and veiny.” I tired really hard to not show my disappointment at his compromise and instead told James I was going to head to the gym. James came close and gave me a hug and kiss. “I love your big muscles Chad.” he said sweetly. I kissed him back and left for the gym feeling disappointed and confused. I realized that morning that James may never truly accept me for the person I wanted to become. By the time I finished a particularly gruelling workout, I felt better and decided not to over think it too much. Maybe James would come around I thought to myself. In my mind, I couldn’t imagine someone not liking their partner being a huge muscle bound stud. I was in good spirts on the way home thinking there was little doubt James wouldn’t get aroused if I got a lot bigger. A few days later I placed my first order of steroids. I remember my hand was shaking when I typed in my credit card number into the website. I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about what would happen to my body on roids. After tossing and tuning for hours, I got out of bed. My cock had been semi-hard for hours so I decided to watch some “porn” and jerk off. I loaded a favourite video. As the over 300lb freak of nature curled weights most men could not squat, I could feel myself about to orgasm. Just as the freak on screen dropped the weights and lifted his gargantuan arms into a brutal double bicep pose, I sprayed a huge load of cum all over my abs and chest. I must have been louder than I thought because I jumped foot in the air when James appeared behind me. “Chad! What the FUCK are you doing?” He yelled. “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep and thought jerking off would help.” “I get that, I mean, what the fuck were you watching!” I quickly slammed my laptop closed and stood to face James. His eyes wide and a look of disgust on his face. “I-I-I” “So that’s what gets you hard? Watching disgusting meat heads? Who the fuck was that? He looks so fucking gross!” I didn’t know how to respond. “Well? Is that what gets you off, roided, grotesque freaks?!” Something snapped. “Yes!!!” James just stood in shock. “I’m sorry James but it’s true. Nothing gets be harder than muscle. HUGE, FREAKY muscle. It’s all I think about! There is no such thing as too big. Nothing hotter than thick, garden hose sized veins covering every inch of the most outrageously pumped up and freakishly huge bodies. And it’s not only that James. I want, no, I NEED, to be just as big. I want to be be so fucking jacked, I can barely move! I want to be so ripped, it looks like I don’t even have skin. I want to be a MONSTER!.” I was screaming at the top of my lungs. My heart was beating out of my chest and my cock was already hard again. James recoiled in disgust, placing his hand over this mouth. I knew I had gone too far but I couldn’t stop. “I ordered steroids today James. Yeah that’s right, I’m going to become a roided, grotesque freak! And you know what? I can’t fucking wait. You think that video was gross? Fuck, I’m going to make that guy look puny! I’m going to fill myself with every chemical I can find and pump so much weight, I will literally explode with muscle. I know you think it’s gross and honestly, I love that you do. I want to be a freak. I want to be disgusting. I want to be so fucking massive, the ground rumbles when I walk and people can’t stand to look at me without puking.” James couldn’t take anymore. He practically tripped over his feet as he hurried down down the hall towards the bedroom. Minutes later, he pushed me aside as he darted towards the front door with a bag of his clothes. He stopped just long enough to look at me through his tears. “Chad, I hope you realize how lucky you were to have me because when you turn into a freak, NO ONE will want you!” he yelled as he slammed the door. 43 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ToolShedCub Posted June 17, 2020 Share Posted June 17, 2020 Great start!!! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted June 18, 2020 Share Posted June 18, 2020 Man, this is INTENSE writing! Good build up from stage to stage in the narrator's mind - like it, want it, need it - gotta have it! Can't wait to see what happens next! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grtsqbd Posted June 18, 2020 Share Posted June 18, 2020 Wow. Amazing! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted June 18, 2020 Share Posted June 18, 2020 Yes! Awesome. Love the realistic approach of the story. I'm sure many of us lifters can relate. I know I can. It always seems like such a big step admitting that we want to become MUSCLE FREAKS. Now that Chad has fully embraced that fact, he's going to GROW. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted June 18, 2020 Share Posted June 18, 2020 And so it begins... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DennisFLL Posted June 18, 2020 Share Posted June 18, 2020 Well written with realist characters, and that's from a non-lifters perspective. Personally, I can definitely relate to the muscle-heaven trance of the admirer in the very hot written first paragraph. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post Newmassaddict Posted June 18, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 18, 2020 Chapter Two I left the gym feeling extra mischievous after making that poor guy loose his load but more than that, I was starving. I drove to a nearby restaurant and grabbed a seat near the back. I downed the remains of the protein shake I had with me when the waiter showed up. I looked up from the menu to see his eyes bulging out of his head. I was wearing an outrageously huge hoodie that while the excess fabric billowed around me, could not disguise the sheer size of my body. The poor guy looked like he was trying to talk but words were not coming out. “I’ll take three of the biggest steaks you have, two orders of mashed potatoes and an order of large scrambled eggs to start.” I said. The waiter only shook his head and scurried towards the kitchen. I couldn’t help but smile. As I waited for the food to arrive, I surveyed the restaurant. It was quite deserted but I did spot a guy sitting at the front counter who kept looking in my direction. He was probably in his mid-forties and looked like your typical truck driver, flannel shirt, jeans and a baseball cap. From where I was sitting I could tell he was a solid individual. He had big, round shoulders, a thick neck and his jeans stretched tightly around some very sizeable quads. The waiter rushed by and placed a glass of water on my table without allowing me the chance to ask for a coffee. I let out a sigh as he disappeared back to the kitchen. I looked around the room to see if I could grab another waiter’s attention when I say the trucker approaching me, carrying two cups of coffee. “The service here can be shit sometimes. Did you want a coffee?” He asked. “Yeah, I do. Thanks.” I said as he placed one of the cups on the table. I waved my hand to the seat across from me and the guy sat down. In most situations, he would have been considered a huge beast of a man. Sitting only a foot away from me, I could now see he wasn’t just big, he was all muscle. Unfortunately for him, I was present, making him appear downright puny. “Bret.” He said and extended a large beefy paw. “Chad” I replied, extended my own, far larger hand. Before we had a chance to talk more, my numerous plates of food arrived. The two waiters needed to carry it all timidly placed them on the table. I wasted no time cutting into one of the thick, juicy steaks. “Damn, that’s a shit ton of food! You better watch out or you’ll get even fatter.” Bret said causing me to drop my fork and knife. “Oh man! I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I can tell you are one huge SOB but I’m a bodybuilder so I know a lot about nutrition and I just meant, too much unhealthy food will add too much fat to your body. If you dieted a little, you could be ripped like me.” He said and pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal his forearm and part of his bicep. He flexed his arm, causing some veins to pop out. “How big?” I asked. “21 inches” Bret said beaming with pride. I couldn’t help but smirk as I slowly took a sip of coffee. I placed the mug on the table and slowly started to pull the loose fabric of my hoodie up my arm. “That’s great Bret. You should be proud of yourself. You clearly know your shit.” I said sarcastically as my wrist and lower forearm came into view. I didn’t have to look at Bret to know where the whimpering sound was coming from. Thick slabs of muscle appeared to fall out of the sweater as veins thicker than plumbing pipes were exposed. With barely a twitch of my wrist, deep striations and muscle bellies leapt to life causing the fabric to become tight as I continued to push the sleeve higher. I could only expose my forearm before the bunched up fabric refused to move any farther but that was plenty. Once exposed, the writhing slabs of muscle on my forearm looked like a sack full of giant cobras. The sheer mass of the one appendage looked nothing like a human forearm but rather like a science experiment you’d see in an alien movie. I started to roll my wrist in semi circles so each muscle would become fully flexed and then relaxed. “I see your 21 inch bicep and raise you a 22 inch forearm.” I said. I looked at Bret, his face was as white as a ghost and his jaw hung open. “So, what were you saying about diet and being ripped?” The poor guy looked like he was about to piss himself. “You see Bret, it was pretty naive of you to think that I was fat just because I take up this whole booth and I’m wearing this huge fucking sweater. Do you really want to know why I’m dressed like this? Well, there are two reasons. First, I’m sick of having to buy new clothes every few weeks so I bought this one as big as possible so it would last a little longer. Second, if I walked in here without this sweater on, everyone in this place would loose their minds at the sight of me.” “Yo-you-you’re a freak.” Bret said in barely a whisper. “Oh Bret, now I need to show you just how much a freak I am. I hope you remember after today that it’s never a good idea to judge people too quickly.” I said as I pushed the table towards him until it was jammed into his stomach and slowly stood up. Bret’s eye’s grew wide as he started to fully comprehend just how massive I was. I grabbed the zipper on the front of the sweater and slowly began to pull. Once open, I resisted pulling the fabric apart, I wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath so I knew he could only see a strip of my flesh; which was more than enough. “Oh my god.” He said as he stared at my impossibly thick pecs and abs. They were barely exposed but he could tell they looked more defined than any muscle on his entire body. I looked around the restaurant and saw the other customers looking in my direction so I grabbed both sides of the open sweater and pulled them apart. I heard gasps. One final tug of the sweater allowed it to uncover my gargantuan shoulders. I let it fall to the floor around my feet. That’s when the screaming began. First from a woman a few tables way, then from a waiter and finally from Bret. “NO! There is no way you are that big!” He bellowed and tried to move the table so he could get away from me. I looked down at him but could only see from his eyes up because my inflated pecs obstructed the rest of his body. “Oh Bret, what you’re seeing is real.” I said and slowly maneuvered into a crab most muscular pose. Instantly, every muscle responded by inflating in size. I could feel every fibre spring to life as blood started to fill the outrageous network of veins that covered every inch. My traps pressed against my ears and my pecs swelled to graze my chin. I felt my waist expand as my abs tightened like the cables used to support bridges. My biceps swelled so large, I could feel them come in contact with my bloated forearms. As I reached full flex, I could feel my ridiculously wide lats literally wrapping around my body. For added effect, I leaned down and let out a low, rumbling growl that made the table vibrate. As expected, the restaurant erupted in chaos. I heard plates smashing, people screaming and the sound of movement towards the door but I didn’t look up; I remained focused on Bret. His whole body was convulsing. He had a look of terror in his eyes but I could see he couldn’t look away. “Yeah Bret, try to take in all this massive muscle. Have you ever seen anything so fucking sick? Just look at this wall of mass and power.” “P-p-please s-s-stop.” He pleaded. With one final grunt, I relaxed the pose although even unflexed, I remained the same massive size. I reached down and grabbed two full steaks and starting tearing huge chucks off, letting the juices drip down my chin. I surveyed the room which was practically empty. I spotted a waiter cowering in the corner while feverishly stoking his cock. I walked over to him and flexed my blood-engorged bicep in his face. He let out a loud moan and sprayed a huge load all over his uniform. “Fuck yeah! This kid gets it. He knows there is nothing hotter than HUGE, MASSIVE, FREAKY MUSCLE.” I yelled. I returned to Bret, who was now standing. Drool dripped from his mouth as he continued to shake like a leaf. I noticed that he was a few inches taller than my 5’10” height but that only made my far superior size that much more incredible. “It’s a shame Bret. When I spotted you across the restaurant, I thought you had potential to be a real muscle fan but clearly you can’t handle what REAL muscle should look like.” I said as I picked up my sweater and walked out the front door with a huge smile on my face. 32 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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