As He Stepped Out Of The Chamber And The Fog Cleared, He Could Barely Believe The Transformation His

As he stepped out of the chamber and the fog cleared, he could barely believe the transformation his body had undergone. This was only the first treatment of many. By the end of the week he’d be filling the capsule to the brim with twitching powerful muscle mass, and to think this was the smallest machine at the facility. He walked away while familiarizing himself with his new form, off to feed his newly found alpha dominance by having his way among the others in the process of being transformed, only stopping to head off to his next treatment.

“Be honest... does my gut look big?”

It started with innocent passing comments about him putting on size with his new gym routine. Once he quickly shot past the level of musculature approved by society, the comments and jokes about steroids started coming, their tone taking on a more serious note as his growth continued. By the time he shot past the largest of the pros without the slightest inkling of slowing down, those around him were showing serious concern. Talking to him about slowing down was like talking to a brick wall, physically too. He barely said anything anymore, spending his days at the gym grunting away.

When his close friends next door to his home curiously found his front door torn off the hinges one day, they were shocked by what they found. It was their friend alright, but in body only, a body bursting at the seams with muscle. Behind it all an emotionless face staring off into space without so much as a thought rattling around. Calling out to him was no use, the words causing absolutely no reaction. Once in eyesight, he finally reacted, starting a posing routine without changing his expression nor gaze. It was a sickening display of grotesquely overgrown muscle, something never before seen to the plane jane couple.

When the routine finished, he returned to his relaxed uncaring pose, waiting, but for what? One of the pair finally built up the courage to walk up and touch him, hoping the physical contact could break him of his perceived trance. As he reservedly laid his hand on his massive arm he was taken aback by the sheer size of his bi's and tri's, his full grown adult hand looking like a toddlers as it came to rest between the ridges of bloated muscle. His touch immediately had an effect, but not at all what he expected. Their friend let out a deep moan as his member engorged out of his posers. They both adverted their gaze in embarrassment, quickly leaving the room to figure out what to do next to help him.

They did their best to explain the situation to the hospital, arranging to have a box truck transport him to the facility. His friends and paramedics staying with him during the ride listened as he continued to moan on the drive over due to the stimulation of the movement. Doctors were baffled, the brain scans showed absolutely no activity, yet he was still responding to some stimuli, excitedly so some may say. The MRI revealed the shocking true story. It was like no other brain they had ever seen, especially when compared to the normal scans he had from a head injury in his early teens. Unlike the hemispheres and folds of a normal looking brain, his was solid, straight, and corded, not unlike his inhuman bicep. If the doctors didn't know any better they'd say that's all it was, a dumb hunk of muscle, but it was still keeping him alive, still performing some function.

His actions seemed to be purely instinctual reactions. Put him around weights and he starts exercising, stopping far past failure, only when he physically can't continue. Place healthy protein and clean carbs in front of him and he wolfs it down. Touch him and, well we already know what happens, any contact longer than a few seconds causing a contactless eruption from his engorged cock. It became clear what he had turned into, just a heap of dumb muscle. Whatever he had done to himself to get to where he is obviously causing irreversible mutation of his brain, leaving only the necessary functions to fuel growth and pleasure. Unsure what else they could possibly do for him, the doctors surrounded him in an environment fit to fulfill those needs. They continue to monitor his progress as they take care of all of his other needs, genuinely curious just how big he will get.

They intended to study him until the end. They thankfully could due to the generous offers of people willing to volunteer their time to be caretakers for the beast and the offers of money from rich closeted muscle fetishists just spend time discreetly with him.

So that really only leaves one lingering question. Are you ready to follow in his footsteps?

He was glued to the bicep as it flexed. God, what does it feel like? It's bigger than his fucking head, not to mention the equally massive tricep. He would give anything to know.

Without warning his vision went hazy, a feeling of compression overtaking him. When he came to he didn't know where he was, but he knew something was different, much different. Blood was rushing through his mind mingled with a tense excitement. He felt a rush of pleasure as the pressure released, quickly realizing the transformation that had taken place. He now inhabited the man's bicep, a passenger lost a constant state of bliss as he loses himself in the feeling of the thick fibers that make him up flex and writhe with every movement of his new host.

Enjoy the view. These are the sickening legs born from years of dedication to the gym and the needle. And now they're mine. Take one last look until your consciousness is completely sealed in. One thing I can say for certain, if people thought you were freaky now, they're not ready for where I'm going to take you.

Sooner or later every fitness influencer realizes they’re just holding themselves back.