roided muscle fist pig

Roelly Winklaar June 22, 1977 (age 41)

Height: 5 ft 7 in (170 cm)

Off Season Weight: 290 pounds (130 kg)

Competition Weight: 260 pounds (120 kg)

Upper Arm Size: 23 in (58 cm)[4](1 ft. 11 in.)

Thigh Size: 28 in (71 cm)[4](2 ft. 4 in. )

Waist Size: 35 in (89 cm)[4](2 ft. 11 in.)

Calf Size: 20 in (51 cm)[4](1 ft. 8 in.)

I want to be a freak. I want to be fucking massive.

And I don’t want to be massive in the sense that you go to the gym for a year or so and put on a couple pounds of muscle and slim down a bit and look for the beach. No. I want so much more

I want to feel the power of muscle surging through my whole body every waking moment. I want my extra large shirts to feel tight and skimpy compared to my size. I want my TRIPLE EXTRA LARGE shirts to feel tight. When I look down at my feet all I want to see is the rippling mass of my massive pecs. When I raise my arms I want my movement to be limited by the sheer size of my arms and shoulders. I want to outgrow all of my jeans because my quads and my ass would just be too fucking huge to fit in them all. I want my back to spread out like the wings of a fucking jet plane.

I want to be too big to fit into doorways. I want each step I take to echo and groan under the weight of my muscle. I want people to stare, in envy and in fear and in lust. I want everyone to know how strong I am. How HUGE I am. I want to keep growing. I want to grow more than anyone has grown before. I want to keep going.