The Scary Thing: My Fantasy Is Coming True. I Find It Harder To Write, To Push Through That Initial Block,

The scary thing: my fantasy is coming true.  I find it harder to write, to push through that initial block, my brain isn’t as right-there as it used to be. 

Now there’s a layer of body awareness that I never had before that gets in the way, feeling the tiny tremors racing just underneath my senses, my body’s fibers having been stretched out and torn and re-supplemented.  A whole cascading network of failures and subsequent re-structurings.  If I pay close attention, I can feel the entire foundation of my body straining, sore, vibrating with exertion.  Certain movements, back, forth, standing up, pushing through an already sore muscle, are constant triggers of the activity that caused it.  I, for a second, return to the moment when the muscle tore, the exercise I was struggling through.

I have, in other words, learned to ignore my mind, and as a result, it is less available to me when I need it.  My body is slowly taking over.  Instead of listening to my brain when it screams STOP after 8 reps, but I grit my teeth and shove through another 7. 

Casual conversations almost always include the gym.  “Any plans for your Wednesday?” asks the checkout clerk at the grocery store, where I am purchasing something huge with insane protein. 

“I just got done at the gym,” I say, even though it’s got to be obvious from the way I am dressed and slightly flushed and a little bit exultant.  It’s hard to hide the pride in my voice.  A dim, far-off part of me wants to flex as punctuation.  “So I am gonna go home and mow this burrito down and have my shake and then maybe go for a bike ride.”  I talk almost thoughtfully, as though considering the whole range of physical activity available to me.  Gotta get swole, my internal voice adds.  Swole for summer, swole for the beach.  Sun’s out guns out, hahaha.

My trainer laughs and says things like, “Soon you’ll have to get one of those tanks that say I Flexed and the Sleeves Fell Off or Welcome to the Gun Show!”  He’s joking, of course, but inside I’m thinking Fuck yeah.  He of course doesn’t know that one has already been ordered and I’m just waiting for the right time to wear it out in public.

Seems like I’m almost always talking about the gym.  A co-worker the other day said, seeing me out of work clothes and in basketball shorts and Nikes (the black and volt yellow trainers) “Of course you were at the gym.  That’s the only thing you do outside of work.”  And there’s that swelling sensation again, something inside that wants to flex and chant about being swole and it’s kind of hilarious, so I laugh a little bit, and it comes out strange, a kind of chuckle but like, a grunting?  Like a huh-huh-huh kinda laugh.  Weird.  Brush it off and head on home to make the shake and rest up for leg day.

Leg day is brutal, and just like everyone else you see on Instagram and Facebook and whatever, I talk about leg day all the time.  I walk a little funny, probably exaggerate it a little bit, say “Oh, fuck, yeah, yesterday was leg day and I am feelin it today, bro.”  The bro just kinda slips in there, sometimes I slip it in there once in awhile, and I can’t tell if I’m doing it on purpose or if it’s happening because it wants to, like the internal voice is kinda taking over.  Gettin swole.  And it’s been about four months since I started and shit is happening, for real, and it’s kinda weird, but it’s also sorta what I wanted when I started, too.  At first. 

I mean, no one wants to be dumb, not really, no, not even you, and you sometimes entertain the possibility that you might be kinda dumb already, because there’s always somebody smarter than you, you just haven’t met them yet, and that’s enough to kind of, trip your brain up, you know, kinda, shove it down flat and knock the air out of it.  And while it’s getting back up, wheezing, you can’t remember if its its or it’s and that’s kinda hot but also a little odd and makes you panicky … but if you just exhale, just take a deep sigh, what was it again you were focusing on?  If I try to focus, the first thing I feel is the aches of my muscles re-assembling themselves, building like stormclouds under my skin, and the little thunders of aches when I move from sitting to standing. 

So it’s hard to write about this because it’s just that my brain is becoming another muscle, but not one that I’ve been working out alot.  Tripped myself up there.  Kinda tired cuz I pushed real hard today at the gym and ate a bunch of food.  Body wants to rest, brain thinking doing too much energy from body and muscles are more importanter than thinking maybe Ill jerk off real quick and take a nap and let my muscles grow more yeah that’s a good idea just breathing easier and letting mu muscles grow more cuz gotta get swole gotta get big thats right get swole ….

Ugh, the workout shirt is getting way too tight! I’m feeling my pecs bulging and heaving by the second. Fuuuuuuck, the waves of erotic muscle bliss washing through my entire body. The immense lust for perpetual muscle growth is building up and bursting through the seams. So hard to think right now, almost impossible to resist the urge to fleeeeeex. With a simple rip, the sound almost feels like sex. I can feel the cold breeze on my bare skin as my pecs burst through the shirt. Heh, won’t be missing it all that much. Hello, monstrous pecs that command attention! Want to feel them bounce in your hand?

The Things I Live For:

MUSCLE GROWTH

THE PUMP

SEEING OTHERS GET OFF ON MY BODY Reblog if you feel the same. 

Fuuuuck, it feels so good to be an Asian muscle bull, filled with nothing but the lust for muscle. I thought I would be satisfied at this point, but what is this feeling of wanting even more? Could you grow me even bigger and ramp it up to the max? I need to be unmistakably obsessed with muscle!

Wow, you really spent the your last bit of receding IQ on this? I warned you to try and make a dating profile whilst you still understood what one even was but nope, guess you want to be even bigger than before.

So lets see how we left you off,

There he is, my favourite Asian muscle bull. Massive, stupid, stupidly mass, and leaking pre through his pants. Well mate lets just get straight too it and completely unbind any limits. Mass is the aim of the game and mass is what is coming your way, but we cant just turn one aspect of your wish up, we gotta turn all aspects all the way up. We are doubling down on what your asked for or rather, tripling down.

I see you have put your clothes back on, ready to leave the gym? well why don't you put on a little show. Feel your body getting bigger and bigger? well what are your standing around for take some pics whilst you still understand how the camera works.

Looking big king! but ya know I don't think you're big enough. No, you want it to be absolutely clear muscle is all the matters and I dunno, having the ability to wear a shirt might give the wrong impression, it might have people thinking you are worried about getting too big so why don't you go ahead and get bigger.

There you go, no more shirt, or rather no more shirts ever, You'll never fucking wear one again mate, the closest thing you get to cover up is a tank top that'll be more of a crop top to show off those abs and it'll probably split off of you within the hour. I see you are finally making that dating profile but we don't want you catfishing anyone, you can't appear smarter than you already are so again I think it's time to scale that IQ down even more. You had already become a moron, I think its time to upgrade, or rather downgrade to complete fucking imbecile. Too big a word for you? okay let me rephrase it, you dum dum muscle, only know to lift heavy circle. With drool forming in the corners of your mouth you finish the dating application Your Name Here: your name Hobbies: big Describe Yourself: big

As you sloppily whip the drool from your mouth you feel a sensation in your pants, that hard on of yours is getting bigger. I gave you a nice 12ichs something massive but could still fit in the average guy with enough effort but goodluck even finding a guy to take this one. I know you can't read a measuring tap anymore but that is a 16 inch hard on now. That 12 + 1, 2, 3, 4!! good job! and it is permanent, that word means that you'll never ever see or feel your dick soft again, and you'll never ever be able to hide it again. But you said you want more, you are getting more, I already made you insanely virile but that is going up even more too! You balls might be feeling full, almost like they are gonna burst but relief is coming. Thats right, instead of leaking pre all day long you've been upgraded to leaking cum all day long. Less from you actually cumming and more because your sack can't hold the amount its producing and well, it has to go somewhere! but even sex wont relieve this. No matter how much you go at it you'll always have a dick dripping with thick liquid manliness.

I can hear some guys in the gym saying you should really put a shirt on, clearly it isn't clear that you aren't nothing but mass, so lets turn it up a notch one last time.

There you go! you are nothing but mass now! that it big can't describe you anymore, you are just mass, and you'll continue to put on more and more. I'd say you are about 7ft tall right now, don't worry when your frame can't put on more size you'll get even taller. I know I already made it that you can't truely make yourself cum, for that you still need another guy. But that doesn't stop you from still wanting to play with the dragon in your pants. To make sure your don't get distracted and take a break from the grind I over sized your shoulders, pecs and arms. You've lost the mobility to touch your own dick but don't worry it won't effect your workouts. Hmm now I'm seeing you I see pants might cover up those thick muscled legs, but I won't do anything about that now, I give you maybe a month, 5 weeks tops before the only thing able to be on your body at all is a poser. Hope you enjoy the endless growth, because there is no limit to how big you'll get now mate!

(A big thank you to @maxmorphs for letting me use their morph in this story, check out their page if you haven't already!)

hey man just found your blog, some great work coming out. I'm a bit burnt out, I was wondering if I could get a transformation? Im a fit 21 year old guy trying to get massive, I love long hair, huge muscles and awful B.O. but why don't you surprise me and transform me any way you see fit?

Well, if you’re gonna give me free rein to transform you, I’m gonna personally make you a real hottie, just for me.

At first, you think you’re just getting some really exceptional gains. Your muscles are bulking up at unprecedented speeds. Your posing sessions get longer and longer as your pumps get sicker every day. Somehow, it seems like your hair is growing out, too, so that you have to tie it back to see the incredible definition of your back muscles.

You notice the sweat, too. Just a little more at first, on leg day. Your shirt is soaked and smelly after you deadlift, so you take it off and continue shirtless. But by the end of the week, you’re winded and sweat-soaked after just walking down the street. All your shirts are getting covered in sweat stains, and no matter how much deodorant you use it just sluices off, leaving you musky and stinking.

But the next day, you simply can’t bring yourself to care. Your thick, musky Asian muscles are fucking hot, after all. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you’re a simpler guy than you were before you asked for my help, but that just means you’re less stressed. Can’t burn out if all you do all day is sweat, pose, and sniff your massive muscles and sweaty armpits.

What? Your dick? Oh, it’s a total monster, but don’t expect to use it much. You get off so much from your own smell that you cum all over your musky bod just from the stench, without even touching yourself.

Not to worry, you get your turn to use your powers, too. Now that I've transformed you, you can transform me however you like. I have this fantasy of being a carefree mass monster of a himbo, but I'm sure you know what's best. ;)

This Halloween, I’m gonna stuff fabric under my shirt and into my underwear to truly feel like a bloated piece of bull meat, bulging hard all over. I hope the result would be realistic.

That’s certainly understandable to want to want all eyes on you, but purposely deceiving others by stuffing your shirt and underwear is certainly the wrong way to go about it. As such, I think that it’s only fair that you get a mixed bag in terms of your Halloween transformation.

So while wearing a long-sleeve compression shirt was great at having your friends believe that your bulky chest and biceps was real, it also backfired as it made you completely unaware of what was going on beneath the fabric. As such, you had no way to realize that the fabric was slowly merging into your body and leading to the formation of two glorious pecs that proudly jutted forth and demanded the attention from everyone just like you desired. On top of that, the fabric became truly strained while trying to contain those sizable biceps that you now had.

Yet while you were being blessed with an upper torso that would make any professional bodybuilder jealous, your punishment was quickly making itself apparent through your unrealistic-looking crotch. Stuffing a few pairs of rolled up socks into the crotch area of your tight leggings made it so the heft of the socks squeezing against your real manhood caused you to just feel constant pressure. As a result, you were blissfully unaware as your crotch lost all definition and shifted into a lumpy mound reminiscent of a bulky Ken doll. Of course, all of this would become quite apparent when you were able to successfully swoon a jock on the dance floor to head somewhere more private. 

While he pulled off his shirt and revealed your sizable pecs, you couldn’t help but try and play it cool about the reveal by winking and popping your pecs as if it was a mating call. Thinking the same thing occurred to the other area you padded, you felt no reservations demanding the man to pull down your leggings and get to work pleasuring you and your insatiable lust. Unfortunately though, it seemed as though you’d never find yourself reaching a much-needed climax as the man’s screams caused you to look down and discover the mound that would be your new crotch. Yet while this was certainly an unintended side effect of your Halloween costume, it wasn’t the worst possible scenario as you found yourself receiving some much-needed pleasure bottoming for said jock several times throughout the night…

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