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Even when there was no weight class for them, you could find a couple of the Hyperweight guys flexing in between rounds of judging. The crowd thought that they were just guest posers, but really they just wanted another place to show off. I mean, it wasn't like anyone was gonna stop them, people were too busy staring in awe at how big they were.

"Bro, do you wanna hear about something crazy?"

"I mean sure, go ahead,"

"Alright, so I was just relaxing, scrolling TikTok,"

"Already a bad idea."

"I know, I got beef with that fuckin' algorithm let me tell you. I follow a couple of bodybuilders, post a couple of gym vids and suddenly my For you page is filled with the biggest assholes alive. Anyway, I'm scrolling, and I see this guy, he's doing that whole 'alpha top dog' thing even though he's not that big."

"Okay wait pause, how big is not that big?"

"I don't know, I have more muscle in my arms than he has in his whole body, real gym influencer type."

"Alright, for anyone listening to the pod at home, I should probably just say that this guy could be anywhere from 150-300 pounds from Dale's description of him, okay? He's not good at judging what normal guys look like anymore."

"Yeah, okay, you got me. Anyway, this guy keeps going on about his great advice, so I stick around to hear it. You wanna know what he said? 'Stop Cumming, its killing your natural testosterone' What kind of bullshit is that!?"

"I mean that is a big part of the current fitness world, these guys will say anything to get more followers, and a lot of their followers are so desperate for progress that they'll take whatever advice they're given."

"It's a shame, because he's also wrong! I tried that whole 'No Nut Whatever' and its been the only time in these last 5 years that I've plateaued."

"... Really?"

"Yeah! If I'm not cranking a load out every day I can kiss any potential gains goodbye."

"Wait,"

"Like after my workouts, when I got a huge pump going, I just have to crank one out, like what good workout would it be if I didn't"

"Dale c'mon,"

"And its not like I can just hit up a guy on Grindr and go to town every time I need to, there aren't enough guys on Grindr for that."

"Uggggh dude, we are never getting a sponsor with you talking like this."

"What, so all the straight alpha dudebros can talk about semen retnetion and get a ton of followers, but I get censored for talking about jacking off and getting tons of ass?"

"Yeah, we will."

"Well then, listeners, go subscribe to the patreon so that I can talk about my actual tips for growing, and so that you can help Mark get bigger. I'm telling you, I'm gonna make this boy huge with your help. Audio listeners make sure to check the videos so you can see this boy get huge. Now bro, help me out here. You don't want those Tiktok gymfluencers to win do you? How often are you jerkin off?"

"Oh god I can't believe I'm answering this... A couple of times a week maybe?"

"A week? That's fucking crazy. My average is like 4-5 times a day. More if I'm really feeling horny. If I'm being honest I jerked off a few weeks ago on the pod, like I forgot to before I came here. One of the comments mentioned something about my grunting that episode."

"Jesus christ dude, how do you even manage that?"

"Well, you gotta work up to it. I couldn't do that starting out, but once I started growing I was so horny I had to do something about it. I think that's what these guys don't get. You gotta get those balls working, give them a reason to keep making that sweet testosterone. How are you supposed to do that if you aren't jacking it? Honestly dude, I feel like I gotta prove these guys wrong now."

"What, you're gonna be a cum warrior?"

"Hell yeah man, I'm gonna be fighting the war on jerking it, on the side of jerking it!"

His manager didn't love the change in uniform, but they couldn't find a shirt that fit him. He was just glad to have another place he could show off. He only got this job to help with the massive bills feeding his body made, and once he started getting a few sponsors (or he finally started his Onlyfans) he was outta there. For now ,he just enjoyed the shocked stares of customers as they tried to remember what they were going to order.

I woke up to a series of texts on my phone:

I got stuck :(

same place as last time

bring the big chain

I sighed as I realized that I'd be spending most of the day trying to drag him out of the mud pit he had fallen into. Last time this happened, my car's engine almost gave out when I tried to pull him, and he hadn't gotten any smaller in the months between then and now. I was gonna have to borrow someone's tractor, and hope that I didn't get it stuck trying to lug him out.

Still a couple hundred pounds under their ideal summer body weight

We moved out to the country to give him some room, but he seems hell-bent on filling whatever space he finds himself in.

Yeah bro, I got my hamstrings so fat they touch my freakin ankles when I bend my knee. Can’t wait to see how much I’m gonna grow on this next cycle.

“Do you think they put something in the coffee…?”

It was kind of hard to fit his father into his graduation pictures, mostly because he was now 3x as wide as his dad, but they turned out alright. Plus he still got to show off all of the mass he had gained while at college.

He had the biggest legs this side of the Mississippi! And probably the other side of the Mississippi, if we're being honest.

The way he'd look as he got out of the ocean, seawater glistening on his tanned muscles, it was enough to make Poseidon blush.God forbid you ever see him on a nude beach, you'd barely be able to take your eyes off of him.

He graduated top of his class in Kinesiology, Summa Cum Laude, He was actually in the running to be Valedictorian, but a final last semester kind of screwed him over. Now, his plans were kind of scattered. He could either go right into med school and work his way to being a physical therapist, or possibly start working as a personal trainer. Of course, there was also the possibility of him getting back into bodybuilding competitions again and try to become the youngest Mr. Olympia like he wanted, or he could always start that Onlyfans he had been talking about...

In any case, he had a lot of options, and one thing he did know was that he was gonna get bigger, no matter what he did. That was guaranteed.

With this new crop of massive college students, there had to be some changes to the dress code for graduation. At first the university was going to still require gowns, even when some students would have to get theirs custom made to be almost 5x as big (some of these were as big as a tent!) and spend hundreds of dollars just to rent them.

Naturally, this caused a lot of outrage, but when rumors started of a plan by a lot of the affected men to go to graduation naked in protest, the University silently changed the policy, letting these large men wear university-sanctioned posers instead of the normal gowns. It made for a very interesting graduation, one with a lot of flexing. Hopefully that would be a trend that continues for years to come.

The casino wasn't exactly well known. It was located on the side of the road somewhere in the Midwest, with the closest town being at least 20 miles away. It didn't help that the outside looked dingy and worn down, with the sign High Rollers Lounge painted in fading red and white paint. However none of that stopped it from being a fairly well liked place, all because nobody ever won money there at all.

Instead, any winnings at the casino would be instantly converted to pure muscle, adding pounds onto any player that won. It left a lot of the anxiety of gambling by the wayside, as now everyone knew they weren't getting the money back, it was just about what they could gain by gambling it.

Of course, there were still people who lost, spending hundreds of dollars just to only gain a few pounds, but even that had an upside. Nowhere else in the world could you gain a few pounds of pure muscle in one night. It also helped that every new win was a free show for the rest of the casino, and there were a lot to go around. Every few minutes you could hear the grunting of another guy busting out of his clothes after winning a jackpot. That kept people coming back almost as much as the thought of becoming one of those winners did.

He told me that one of the ways he got so big was to eat at this diner every morning for breakfast while he was bulking. Just stuffing himself with as much food as possible every morning. I didn't believe him, but since he decided to make it one of his goals to make me huge, I'd figure out if he was being truthful or not. Just after i figured out how I was supposed to eat this much every day.

Turns out you don't need most of the skiing gear if you're muscles are big enough. He was well-insulated enough, couldn't even feel the cold breeze on his skin.

He’s getting too big for these family gatherings, but he insists on attending, and you just can’t say no to that face.

"And finally tonight, meet a local man whose rare genetic condition means his muscles won't stop growing"

I always wondered why he didn't try to get some sort of record deal, or at least get on the local country station. That guy had local talent on all the time

"Naw, he didn't like any of my songs, said they were 'too vulgar' and 'ungodly'. Guess I need to write about something other than wanting to fuck cute guys."

Even though I check the new releases section of my local record store frequently, I've never really bought a vinyl based on cover alone, but I really couldn't help myself with this one. It looks pretty normal for an album cover, except that the artist on the front looks like he would me more at home on a motivational poster for the gym, or a protein powder bottle. And yes, that is why I bought it in the first place, don't judge.

I can't say I knew what to expect with it, but Songs from the Prairie by Derek Morgan turned out to be a really good folk album. His lyrics are pure poetry, some of the best I've heard in years, and his melodic singing paired with a very stripped down instrumentals makes for a really personal album. I'll admit, I cried a few times hearing his voice quiver with some of the lyrics, a really open look at a man trying to accept himself even when the place he grew up in wouldn't. I honestly can't believe I hadn't heard of him before, with songs like that he's made one of the best folk albums this year. He made a fan out of me with one listen of the album, and I've already been looking out for when he tours anywhere near me. I can't wait to see him in person.

He was irresistible. Every day, right after my workout, I would go into the sauna to see him in nothing but a towel, his pumped muscles, glistening with sweat. He looked massive, almost as if he was growing right before my eyes. And then he'd smile, say "C'mere" and I'd be right in his arms again. This time though? I hoped that he'd let me stay with him, rather than these fleeting encounters.

Summer was my favorite season, but only because of the morning news. I'd get up early, trying my best to stay awake as the reporters talked only to hear my favorite phrase.

"Now with the weather, here's Martin Reed!"

My TV would be immediately filled with hundreds of pounds of pure mass, as Martin flashed a smile and started pointing at the map. He always liked to dress appropriate for the weather, so during summer he would get into skimpier outfits, leading to when he would be wearing nothing but a speedo that was strained by a massive dick.

"Be careful out there everyone, this week is gonna be a scorcher!"

It didn't take long before I'd cum after seeing him on screen, usually it would be with a wink or a flex of his arm, and then I'd slouch back into the couch, perfectly pleased. It was a great way to start the day.

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