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He muscle-strutted across the stage one more time. A huge golden trophy in one hand. Punching the air with the other, to the rhythm of the audience chanting “Shadow... Shadow... Shadow...” He’d earned his moniker by just appearing on the scene - in a huge freaky condition, and then disappearing again, only resurfacing for the annual Olympia competition.  This was his fourth year winning the title - easily beating off the other competitors. Huge as they were, some of them looking like teen amateurs in his presence.

 

The audience beneath the stage were going wild. Shadow had something of a cult status. As he strutted around, in his wet-look black posers, barely able to cover his huge glutes, they took as many photos and videos of the 370 lb muscle beast as fast as their cameras could flash. These photos would fill tweets and tumblrs, be the stuff of dream jerk-off material for the following year. Theories about where he lived, how he grew, and how big he could get, would populate blogs and discussion forums, fiercely debated by people “in the know”.  Theories about his age ranged from 20, because of his face, to 40, because of his size.

 

Shadow’s size this year was at least 50 lbs bigger than last... and coming in at less than 5% bodyfat, every muscle ripped and swollen glistened brightly under the stage lights. His tightly cropped black hair matched his posers as it glistened, shining. His model-handsome face, square jawed with groomed short black beard gave him a look of supreme confidence, matching the golden tanned shiny body he carried with such swagger and poise. Shadow was a God. Just in case anyone forgot, the fans in the audience regularly shouted it out.

 

As the music died down in the final moments of his victory strut, Shadow returned to the centre of the stage. The audience roars grew in volume, knowing what was coming next. A Shadow-down. He placed the huge golden muscle statue trophy between his legs and stood up straight slowly. Encouraging the roaring and shouts with his palms, he looked out in to the audience and grinned at his fans - devotees to his presence. Slowly, matching the rise in pitch of the audience cries, he raised his huge arms and twisted them so that the biceps started to swell even more. Pulling and locking into a full bicep pose - each ‘cep bigger than his head and vascular beyond belief - he rotated at the hips slightly so that everyone got a full view. The flashes from the camera were so constant that his both was bathed in a bright light, making it glisten even more. Then he moved into a crab position, flexing arms traps and delts, spreading his lats and shaking out his enormous thighs. Every one of his fibres were flexed to the max. The audience noise actually dimmed - Shadow had grown so much for this year’s competition, that he was resembling a living morph. He stood straight again, grinning at the noise reduction. All of a sudden, he grabbed his trophy and strutted off stage, each huge quad walking awkwardly around the other.

 

As Shadow stepped behind the curtain, he stepped onto a small square platform, barely able to take his stance, his legs were spread so wide due to his enormous quads. He was breathing heavily with the effort of moving and flexing his huge frame, and his chest heaved up and down with each breath. As well as the oil, a film of sweat covered him, so even here, out of the glare of the lights, his body glistened. Shadow waited a moment on the platform, as if just focussing on being there. While he did, two men - both hugely muscular themselves, but looked like track athletes next to the mass of Shadow - approached him. As one reached down to the platform, the other stood behind Shadow. He reached around and fixed a mouthpiece with a funnel into Shadow’s mouth, pulling it tightly. The muscular beast didn’t resist, seemingly not noticing, and just stood there breathing. The guy laughed.

"Fuckin huge bull trained so well at this stage, eh?"

 

He then pulled a collar with silver studs “MUSCLE” around and clamped it on Shadow's thick, muscular neck. It was tight enough to press against his arteries, making them bulge visibly with each pump of the heart. Meanwhile his colleague was busy at Shadow's ankles. He pulled up out of the platform a kind of oily black material, pulling it up over his ankles and legs. It was a bodysuit, made of latex, with the interior slick wet. After it passed the ankles, the second man attached ankle collars and chained them to the bottom of the platform. He pulled the suit up, with some difficulty as it was so tight, around Shadow's calves, and then working slowly and methodically, over the huge quads. The material was so tight and shiny it looked like oil poured on the huge muscle. The man was clearly enjoying his work; slapping the muscle and massaging the huge latex bound beast as he worked to encase him.

 

As the bodysuit finally came up towards Shadow's posers, which were the same colour and texture, the first man reached into a bag and lifted out several small silicon balls. He held them in one hand while pulling Shadow's tight black posers out with the other. He cupped the balls and placed them into Shadow's crotch. They were buzzing as he did. Releasing the poser strap with a snap, the balls resonated together to create a gentle, persistent buzzing in Shadow's crotch. He looked at Shadow, expecting a reaction, but nothing more than a gulp was perceptible. A small bit of drool appeared on the edge of his mouth, which the man wiped away.

 

"Need the Bull in perfect fucking condition for your show later", he said, wiping it away.

 

As his colleague worked the body suit up Shadow's torso, the shiny material revealing every cut and shred and vein of the magnificent physique, the first sprayed some oil on the torso just before it was covered.

 

"Want him nice'n'shiny", he laughed. 

 

Finally, after 30 minutes preparation, Shadow was completely covered, including a hood over his hair with the synthetic material. Only his handsome rugged, perfect face was visible, and that was partially hidden by the mouthpiece. Shadow looked like a monstrous shiny plastic muscle beast. The first man assembled a cart trolley to the back of the platform and after strapping Shadows hands and neck to it with more straps and chains, he nodded to his colleague with satisfaction. A clear container with blue liquid was attached to the upright, and the second man took a pipe from this and attached it to the mouthpiece. The liquid level began to drop slowly. A tiny groan from Shadow was just about audible. After walking around their encased beast a few times, checking the bodysuit was perfectly smooth, the returned to the final task. Working together to tilt the platform back slightly, the weight of Shadow requiring serious effort, and slowly wheeled him away. Only the sound of slight buzzing filled the air.

 

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wow great job so far cant wait for next chapter . love to see where this goes .idea for next they take him to master and slave party and he is everyones sex toy

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