You Came To A Local Diner To Meet A High School Buddy You Hadnt Seen In Years, Who Had Already Stacked

You came to a local diner to meet a high school buddy you hadn’t seen in years, who had already stacked plates from the lunch buffet and had been for some time, based on the collection of plates a waiter was taking away.

“Hey man!”, he greets you enthusiastically, his voice deeper than you remember. “Sorry ta start without ya bro, starting a new bulk ya know”. You can’t take your eyes off his arms that looked ready to bust a seam open in his shirt at any minute. “I don’t mind,” you say red-faced after holding your breath, “honestly, I wouldn’t have recognized you if you hadn’t greeted me”. Your buddy flexes his biceps so it smashes against his pec, before swinging his arm out and flexing his lats and bicep, opening his mouth a bit and looking like a total slut. “I know, I gained like, 100 pounds or something. It keeps packing on and I fuckin love it”.

You watch entranced as your buddy puts away enough food for an entire family and more, and each bite of food he takes seems to unlock another level of his potential. With every mouthful his muscles swell leaving you out of breath, watching the veins pop up over his arms and shoulders, seemingly getting more prominent moment by moment. His only purpose to indulge and grow into a massive muscle slut that only cares about eating, lifting, fucking, and shoving a needle in his ass.

You notice you aren’t the only one staring at your buddy’s growing body—you caught the waiter hovering, practically drooling. “Careful there, big guy,” he said, letting his hand slide down your friend’s shoulder, “you might not fit out the door if you get any bigger”.

woke up today to my partner kissing my biceps moaning softly and asking me to squeeze their face into my chest,, yesterday they told me i was looking bigger every day, ,

Wont be satisfied unless I look like this, veins popping out and everything. I don’t want to be able to wear normal clothes…

”Too Big” doesn’t exist. Let’s Get Massive.

i js tried on one of my nicer but more forgotten shirts today and when i tried to push it all the way through to get on my arms i heard it rip... was happy for me nd sad for the shirt but it felt so good to see the evidence

also i had push day yesterday and i'm feelin the soreness.,, anyways tho i saw your routines n stuff and the way ours are literally the same is shocking, imo we reallyy should've been gym bros (so that we could hide in the locker rooms and let you use my mouth to appreciate how massive you've gotten and feel muscles push up real fuckin close against each other til you make sure i'm a mess of a man) or smth i'm fr they are too similar..

ok but in full reality. your blog n shit has bent me to your will cuz ?? i was much more domtop before this and now i'm js like..,, affected.. that praise response went straight to my head and before i could feel the confusion i thought of how i could behave.... to be a slut himbo boy instead nd all..,, i blame you for js about everything 😵‍💫 fuck it's gonna frustrate me for a while now

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I wish I kept more of my old clothes to compare to so I could rip them apart….if i saw that shirt rip id go feral like thats the game 4 me,, i gain muscle most easily in my glutes so ive ripped maybe 10 pairs of pants down the ass since I started lifting.. used to hate it but now i think it’s so hot like I wish someone would film me from behind while im fucking someone, anyway,,

its a goated split and you obviously know what ur doing so ofc we have a similar routine. i think youd make that routine a lot longer tho, and i already get a lot of attention from guys in the locker room. for ref my measurements are shoulders 46 chest 38” waist 32” and ass 40”…. which makes “straight” guys at the gym go absolutely feral, like they literally have to grab my ass or waist or rub my back i s2g this happens to me weekly

I love wrestling and tackling guys to the floor, id be playfully punching you and knocking you to the ground until my full weight was on top of you and our dicks touch “accidentally”