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"Jesus, I'm too big for the doors in here now! Just look at me!" Dale exclaimed as he flexed. You could see most of his poses, but a good chunk of his shoulders and arms were obscured by the doorway.
it was hard to believe that just a few years ago your neighbor looked like he was 130 pounds soaking wet, but when the iron bug hit him, it bit him hard. He spent almost every day in the gym, and it paid off immensely. His body just never seemed to hit a plateau, just constantly getting bigger day by day.
As he finished his impromptu posing routine, he turned towards you again to show off his other impressive asset: his cock that was as thick as a beer can with balls to match. You knew it wasn't that big when he started coming here, but it seemed just as determined to grow as the rest of him, somehow.
"Y'know I..." Dale trailed off as he got lost in thought, his cock hardening at whatever fantasy he was thinking off. He only wore the tiniest pair of posers to the gym anymore, small enough that they looked ready to snap off at any second. "I think I could widen this doorway right now."
Dale flared out his lats, puffed out his chest, and tensed his shoulders, making himself as wide as he possibly could. He took a few steps towards the door, miming as if he was some giant stomping through a town until--
"IF YOU BREAK MY GODDAMN WALL YOU'RE PAYING FOR IT!" A voice rang out from inside of the gym. You didn't need to see the face to know that it was the owner, who was tired of Dale's growth causing the machines to break.
"O-of course! Wouldn't dream of it!" Dale said, he dropped the act, and walked through the door sideways, his pecs still hitting the side of the doorframe.
"I think I'm gonna have to find a new gym soon." Dale said with a nervous look on his face.
You agreed, not only to save Dale from getting hit with a giant bill, but also because a gym that was more accommodating to his size would probably help him grow even faster. Hopefully he'd still invite you to watch his posing there, because there was no way in hell you were missing that.
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Victor let out a slight groan as the growth surged through his frame, making him clearly the biggest competitor. God, was he glad he took that deal. Sure, the guy he got that pill from was clearly shady, but there was no way he was winning without it. It didnât matter that he talked like he had heard some inside joke Victor wasnât in on, or that he didnât require any payment. All that mattered was that he was set to lose before he stepped foot on stage, and he needed something to change that.
The competitor right next to him was the frontrunner and had been for weeks leading up to the competition. He could just see the look on Mark's face as they were backstage, a dumb grin as he came over to talk to him. He was perfectly friendly, cracking stupid jokes before they went out on stage, but all it did was make Victor see red. This was obviously some odd display of power,a way to bring Victor off of his game. He was so sure of his win he didnât even try to be competitive. Everyone knew he was getting the win, and that meant Victor would be pushed out of a spot in the Olympia once again.
Not this time, Victor thought to himself as he flexed. He felt the best he ever had on stage.His body was filled with monstrous mass, easily 100 pounds heavier than Martin with pure muscle. He let out a grunt as he felt a burning in his muscles once again, just like when he took that pill before getting on stage. His biceps surged, pecs reaching his chin and lats flaring out. He didnât expect it to last this long, and the guy didnât say a word about multiple growth spurts, but he could Forget about just qualifying, he could win Mr. Olympia with this physique!
He tried to keep his cool as he kept flexing, but most of his concentration went to his stuffed posers. The shady guy didnât say shit about his dick growing, but he knew it had to be twice as long and maybe twice as thick. His balls, too, swelled with as much fervor as his muscles, maybe even more as they got to work flooding his system with testosterone. He was just so fucking HORNY. Every part of his mind was lost in thinking about tearing his posers off and stroking his beastly cock for the world. The only thing stopping him was the looming threat of disqualification.
Lost in thought, Victor moved to the next pose, and his hands moved to unsubtly grab at his bulge. It wasnât even a conscious action for him, he just had to know how big he had gotten. He let out an unintentional moan, and then a warm tingle spread throughout his body again.
Before Victor could even react, he felt his pecs burst out with pure brawn, the already impressive mounds of beef visibly swelling out with new striated mass. He started to panic, it wasnât supposed to have him keep growing this much! He kept going through the required poses as his thighs pushed away from each other, each gaining dozens of pounds. Fuck, forget thigh gap, he could feel his caves brush against each other. He kept his cool just enough to hit his double biceps pose once again, feeling his bicep press against his fist, and fight his arms and shoulder for space, as his frenzied second growth spurt came to its end:
Yeah. he had this one in the bag.
He was incomparable.There never was, and never would be a man with his kind of mass. Mark looked emaciated against all of Victorâs swollen bulk, each muscle stretching his skin to its limit. Victorâs pecs pressed against his chin, to the point where he could see them in the bottom of his vision without looking down. He could feel the enormity of his body, of just how much muscle there was on him now. He was a freak, a grotesque muscle god so over pumped that onlookers could barely comprehend what they were seeing.Â
He let out a moan as he saw the faces of shock in the audience. God, it felt good. He could feel his posers strain with the titanic bulge it contained, but he knew it would hold. And if it didnât? He could just paint the entire fucking crowd with the amount of cum these balls would produce, and that would be a win in his book anyway. All there was to do now was show off a little more and finally get the recognition he deservedâ
Wait.
What was that moan just then? That wasnât him.
Victor couldnât turn his head, but still he could see the beginnings of growing spray-tanned muscle out of the corner of his eye. Muscle that wasnât his. He heard Mark yell out in shock as the same growth that had overtaken Victor earlier now worked on a different man.
That slimy fucking drug dealer! He mustâve had extra pills to give to other guys, and of fucking course he had to give it to his rival! Victor pretended he didnât notice and hoped that his growth was a fluke. Maybe that second growth spurt was special to him, and maybe that extra moaning he was hearing wasnât from Mark still growingâ aw dammit!
That hope vanished. Victor stayed composed as they were dismissed off stage for the judges to deliberate, but deep down he felt crushed. His one big shot of making it, of making a name for himself, was about to be ripped away.
He tried to figure out how to maneuver all of his new mass off stage. Mark lumbered over to him and gave him the closest approximation of a hug the man could muster. His arms clumsily tried to wrap around the other man, but he was only able to touch Victors lats. It looked more like he was just pressing himself up against Victor, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.
âBro, youâre fucking massive.â Mark said with awe and an obvious lust.Â
Victor could see an earnest spark in his eyes, with that same dumb grin on his face that he had backstage. He wasn't lying, Mark really was enamored with his size. In that moment, a thought crossed Victorâs mind: maybe all of that talk backstage wasnât Mark being cocky. Maybe he was actually trying to be nice.
As Victor looked at Markâs impossible bulk, his head nestled in-between traps and pecs just like his own, he had another thought: goddamn he was so fucking hot. He had the smallest hints of that feeling as he watched the man pump up backstage, but now it was impossible to ignore, especially when Mark turned around. Those massive glutes might be the only thing that could take Victorâs massive cock. Itâd be a perfect fit.
As the two lumbered off stage, Victor had a new goal. Fuck the competition, he needed to figure out where Mark was staying that night. Pumping a few dozen loads into that perfect muscle ass would be better than any win he could ever get.
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