What If...

What if...

Carter sat in the audience watching the finals for the men's open. The big freaky men always sure to bring in the biggest crowd, larger for sure than when he was on earlier in the day in his class. He had made the firm decision early in his career that he would build his physique naturally and to that end he had sculpted himself into an aesthetically-shaped moderately-muscled male physique competitor. Not just any old competitor today either, the winner of his class in fact. Nevertheless, the nagging thought that popped up anytime he found himself in the audience of men like the ones on stage reared its head.

What would he have been able to build if he had taken a different track in life? Really go whole hog on anything and everything that could pack muscle onto a man. What kind of freaky physique could he have built? Would he be able to keep pace with the mass monsters on stage? Bigger?... It's just a fantasy he had to remind himself, in his late thirties, even if he started now no matter of juice would ever allow him to catch up and achieve a physique like that. Thoughts of his missed chance clouded what should be happy thoughts of his win, his physique, top in his class, but still... what if? what if?

"What if... you could be up there, would you take it, Carter?" a voice from behind softly asked to Carter.

Before he could question the source of the voice, his attention was pulled onstage as another competitor entered. To Carter's astonishment, it was him, but it wasn't, he, it, was HUGE easily larger than any other superheavy that evening. His eyes darted around from muscle group to muscle group, in awe at the level of obscene hypertrophy. It was astonishing, but how?

"This is what you wanted to see, no? What could have been if you had chosen differently all those years ago, gone 'whole hog' as you thought, right?"

Carter was in the presence of something special, he knew he wasn't dreaming, he was looking at a reality that could have been and he couldn't look away, the thunderous movement of his body that could have been holding his attention.

"I have to say, your current reality sure was the right choice for your hairline and manhood..."

He tore away from his muscular trance to take note of the remarks. He was right, all that juice had really done a number on his hairline, in fact, his whole face looked older, but it was what was down below or lack thereof that was the real cause for concern. All those drugs had absolutely fried his cock and balls.

"...life always has tradeoffs Carter, even in situations like you find yourself in now. The question is, are they worth it?"

It took a second for Carter to realize what the being was asking, no, offering. He was overwhelmed with the prospect of hopping into the body onstage, he could live with the hair, but that poser pouch... It can't be that bad can it? Surely his colossal quads are just making it look small... besides, he's always been more of a grower than a shower. Carter hesitated, he reminded himself of everything else on offer, he looked at his smiling face and reasoned, 'if the me up on stage is happy with it, then I can be too, right?' He just had to know what it felt like, what those godlike muscles felt like. Consequences be dammed.

"Yes! I..." Carter blurted out right before his perspective changed in a snap.

He was up on stage, holding that same abs and thighs pose. He could feel the energy radiating off his muscles as he flexed them. New memories started to rush in, it was his final pose so he was going to milk it for all he had. He shifted slightly, crunching down on one side of his abs as he lifted and stomped his left quad. The feeling of mass shifting over mass then sharply transforming from mere flesh to a substance harder than diamonds was orgasmic. Carter was suddenly worried about popping a stiffy onstage, even with his diminished size, it was sure to bring embarrassment.

But that's when he noticed it. He was already hard. He had been. That shower had been showing all it had the entire time. His heart sank as he realized the true extent of what he given up for this body, but god what a body it was otherwise. He had compared himself to a superhero in his past life, but he didn't understand that fully until now.

As he relaxed the pose, he was pleased to see just how high his boulder arms rested on his cushy lats. His body looked even more insane relaxed. His wideness was on full display, but spectators would be more taken in by the resting enormity of the bulges that made him. Muscles blown to sizes unseen before just existing on his frame, taking up so much space on it, so much space in the world, all ready to unleash unmet power at a moment's notice.

Carter turned to waddle offstage as he finished drinking himself in. A new worry that he might just crush what's left of his twig and berries (a comparison unflatteringly too close to reality) with his colossal clumsy thighs. Thankfully after a few steps, muscle memory kicked in and he swaggered the rest of the way offstage in the only way a muscle behemoth like himself could.

It would reason that Carter was sure to be leaving with the title tonight, but in his new world, that was far from the truth.

Clearing the curtains Carter was met with the sight of his coach and boyfriend, Riley. Wait... boyfriend? 'I'm not gay!' he shouted internally. He quickly searched his memories, old and the new ones as he finished catching up with his new reality, sighing with relief when he realized his previous sexuality was still in tact. Nevertheless, that didn't change the definition of the man standing in front of him.

Riley was his boyfriend. Well, to Carter more of a fucktoy, but he let him call himself his boyfriend to keep him happy. Carter wasn't going to be getting any action with the equipment he was sporting now. Heck his quads are so deep it was physically impossible to penetrate anything with what's left. Long ago he realized he needed to figure out a new way to get his rocks off, and that's where Riley entered, in more ways than one.

They do say that sexuality is a spectrum, and new Carter was the tiniest hair off the straight and narrow. He loved at least one man... himself. If he wasn't training, eating or sleeping, you were sure to find Carter flexing in front of his wall of mirrors, most of the time while Riley fucks his brains out from behind. But to him it's like he's not even there aside from the feeling of the penetration, he can barely even see Riley behind himself anyway, not that he's even looking. It's the Carter show 24/7 now, flexing away as his little cocklet sprinkles his quadscape with what little jizz it can produce.

"You were so close to callouts this time babe, I could feel it," Riley reassured Carter as he approached him backstage. "Don't worry, we'll be back next year with you even bigger and you'll surely be able to make up for all the point deductions in that stupid category."

"Hah, true manhood what a crock of shit, can you really look at this," Carter gestures to himself, "and tell me it's not true manhood?"

The category was introduced years back as a response to rampant PED abuse in the industry. An outright ban is never possible, the truth being that one can't exist without the other, and most loved the juiced up monsters that could be produced theses days, but to many there was a growing concern of too much, too fast. Like its namesake, true manhood started heavily factoring in competitors' cock and balls, to reward those who didn't... overindulge. Now nature is a fickle bird and the naturally less-endowed can't be counted out, so this measurement is of course scored year over year. With it, Carter's performance of course dropped year over year being already far too late to alter his trajectory.

It has been a few years now since he even made callouts despite being the largest competitor everywhere else by far. Carter and Riley share the same delusion that more mass can outweigh his deductions. They're not dumb though, they've both done the math and realized it's a fool's errand, but neither of them need a very rational reason to cram more muscles onto Carter's frame. Besides, he had already decided all those years ago... always more muscle, by any means possible.

"Yeah, more mass, that'll do..." Carter trailed off, suddenly feeling woozy, fatigue washing over him unbecoming of his powerful physique. In his daze he watches Riley quickly and deliberately scan across the room before shoving two syringes into the top of his quad and rocketing the plungers down, pulling them out and stowing them as quickly as they appeared. Carter intently watches the small pin pricks of blood well up in a sea of vastus lateralis as he refocuses.

He looks back to Riley, "c'mon, let's get out of here, there's a hotel room mirror with my name all over it."

Goal achieved.

427lbs this morning… thanks for asking.

Regan thought he would look huge in Korea compared to everyone else. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Might be time to trade in. These wheels are getting a little too big for these wheels.

He hasn't been able to pull himself away from the morphed image of himself in his phone for the past 15 minutes. Endlessly tweaking here and there all the while growing it bigger and bigger and bigger.

He's sculpted a decent figure for himself, but he always fantasied of more. When this app started popping up on his usual haunts, he decided to give it a try after seeing some of the photos people have been posting with it.

So amazed by the realistic image his phone his able to create, he neglects to notice that it's more than just a technological trick, with every change having a very real effect on his body.

Not until he feels something brush his ear, what he would shortly come to realize being his swollen trap, is he snapped back into reality. In his shock and clumsiness due to his sudden mass, he drops his phone, but the sound of it shattering as it hit the ground was the least of his worries.

In the mirror ahead he comes to grips with his unwitting enhancements. He had imagined the feeling of such swollen muscles as he pumped them up in the app, but the real deal is something else. Bulging all over, it's all so hot, and fuck wouldn't more be even hotter? but no... it's... way, way too much, right? how is he supposed to do anything normal as a lumbering muscle beast like this.

With a grunt he bends over to pick up what's left of his phone, noting as he does of how much less he can bend due to his thick abs and quads. Through the shards of pixels still managing to display a picture he frantically taps around hoping in vain to land on a setting to dial back the changes.

He sees himself growing in the mirror again and in frustration brings up his other hand to reinforce his grip and refocus on the task, but when it's stopped short inches from the phone by his colliding pecs, biceps, and forearms, his phone once again goes tumbling down, this time across the locker room floor.

He rushes over to grab it once again, or at least he means to, but the growth has shifted into overdrive and his swelling quads are limiting him to the slowest waddle. Each step is more difficult than the last as he covers less and less ground between them. Despite his dwindling field of vision over his pecs and his arms getting pinned in the air further by the second, he's still holding out hope that he can do something to make it stop... until, *crunch*

The growth stops at the sound, the phone was toast. His frantic thoughts give way to a wave of acceptance, at least for the moment, as he calms down enough to take in just how much more he had grown in the last few seconds. He's shocked, bewildered, and aroused. In the mirror was a muscular starfish of a man, so bulging with muscle that he could do little more than wiggle his hands and feet. A size he had only fantasized about now oh so real after the series of bizarre events.

Having not planned to blow up into an immobile muscle blob today, all he could do now is wait for someone to find him and see what happens from there. As he passes the time by inspecting his heaving muscle frame he hopes that app had backed up to the cloud, cuz there's a few more areas that could use some more tweaking now that he's fully taken himself in.

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