Me

Me

You live to grow

Reblog if you think about your body thickening and exploding with muscle more than anything else. I want to be your friend.

Me.

I aspire to be a roid whore

Is it wrong that all I aspire to be is a roid whore?

To dedicate my life to the pursuit of muscle, steroids, sex and more muscle?

Fuck, it’s all I think about.

I want to be objectified. Pumping up, flexing, posing, growing, injecting roids, fucking… it consumes my mind.

I swear I can feel the testosterone in my veins.

My muscles are pumped all the time.

My veins are becoming thick and ropy.

I’ve outgrown most of my clothes.

My cock is constantly hard and dripping precum.

My nipples are so sensitive, that just brushing against them brings me to the edge of cumming.

Sometimes, I can’t believe what I see in the mirror.

Hell, I get off on what I see in the mirror.

I love putting on one of my skimpy stringers and posing in the mirror at the gym.

I love to see the pump happen as I flex, muscles and veins bulging.

Gets me so hard, I have to give into the release.

I’m always thinking about my next injection, because I know it means more muscle, more growth, incessant erections and, well…just more.

Muscle is everything.