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Alexey Lesukov MG part 1
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Alexey Lesukov MG part 1
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Alexey Lesukov MG part 2
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Alexey Lesukov MG part 2
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Alexey Lesukov
armporn pecporn backporn legporn guy has it all
Alexey Lesukov
armporn pecporn backporn legporn guy has it all
Alexey Lesukov
armporn pecporn backporn legporn guy has it all
Alexey Lesukov
armporn pecporn backporn legporn guy has it all
Alexey was about three months pregnant, but his pecs already looked like B cups to prepare for milking... not that anyone noticed because every other muscle in his body was jacked. The only hint of his pregnancy was when he was tired of sucking in his bump.
At around four months pregnant, Alexey’s belly was starting to become more pronouced. The only problem is that it looks like a roid belly, even though he reminds his gym buddies constantly that he’s “natural”. He’s so natural that’s he hoping for a natural birth too.
Alexey is finding it hard to find shirts that don’t make him look ridiculously fat at five months pregnant. He heard somewhere that black is slimming... not too sure if it works when you have a baby bump that is growing larger everyday.
Alexey was still working out at six months pregnant, however he focused mostly on arms and chest, to avoid looking like other pregnant guys.
Alexey continued to work out, even in his eighth month of pregnancy, which his doctor advised against. Regardless, he kept pushing himself to his limit. One afternoon, he felt something different during his workout, which he assumed was his muscles tiring more quickly. However, an animalistic groan changed everything - he realised that he was in labor, and that this child was coming out fast.
Alexey’s child, Maxim, was a healthy baby boy that was slightly larger than most other babies at birth. Two weeks after giving birth, he was already back at the gym in preparation for Mr Olympia. However, his new training regiment also involved trying to strengthen his abs, along with minimising the enlarged chest that he now has to breastfeed Maxim. Legs are also hard to train as his hips are still trying to recover after pushing Maxim out. Time heals, I guess?
Alexey released this never-before-seen picture of him working out while pregnant with his first child on the child’s first birthday. A very rare insight into the world of pregnant bodybuilders.
Alexey Lesukov. Practicing his posing routine at FIBO in 2011.
Baby-faced monster.
...wow.
Now, as is, this scene has me mesmerized. Alexey is truly nature's biggest freak.
But what would I do to take him down a notch? I'm gonna brainstorm and then write a story. If anyone has any suggestions for what they'd like to see happen to thick, freaky Alexey and his big bloated body, lemme know. I'd love for the input.
Alexey was exactly as the catalog had promised--unbelievably huge and muscular, stuffed into a tight blue shirt, an adorable baby-face crowning the body of a titan. Jim’s heart leapt at the sight of him--Alexey smiled as he approached and offered a beefy hand, but the guy’s unbelievable size was intimidating as hell. Jim, a slight redhead at just over five feet, tried to keep his hands steady as Alexey patted his shoulder--he felt like a child next to this giant!
“We will have fun, I promise,” Alexey carefully pronounced with a thick accent. “What would you like to do first? Walk along ze beach?”
Jim could barely contain his excitement. “Let’s go back to my hotel room!”
Alexey sighed, his huge bulk swelling as he inhaled, then deflating quickly. He looked around anxiously. “I could take my shirt off, we could dance at a bar…”
“No!” Jim protested. “Hotel room!” Alexey’s size was terrifying but Jim had paid good money for this opportunity.
Back at the hotel room, Jim poured a glass of champagne while Alexey arranged his things. “So, how did you get like this?”
“Lots of training and discipline,” Alexey said, puffing up and surveying his wide body from edge to edge.
“No, I mean…” Jim walked behind Alexey and yanked up the blue shirt to reveal a small metal panel--a small keypad, a dial, and a little screen flashing inscrutable data. “Like this.”
Alexey signed again. “I… did not understand the contract I was signing.”
“Well, I’ve read the manual, let’s get this going!” Jim said. “Flex for me!” Jim had a seat and sipped from his glass.
Alexey hit a double biceps pose, then spread his lats. His massive chest stood out like a big meat shelf.
Jim wasn’t satisfied. “No,” he protested. “Take your shirt off!”
Alexey was reluctant but did what he was told. He hoisted up his shirt with one hand, needing help from Jim to pull it up over the bulk of his torso (which thrilled Jim to no end). Jim had a seat, breathing deeply from the warm and lightly sweaty garment while Alexey hit some mandatory pose.
“Turn around!” Jim screeched. “Show me your back!”
Alexey seemed to know where this was going, but obliged anyway. He hit a back double bi, spread his lats wide--but then Jim leapt to his feet and tapped on the keypad above Alexey’s waist. “555 freezes the body, but leaves your head intact, right?”
Alexey, frozen in place from the neck down, nodded. “Yes.”
“This is amazing!” Jim said, stripping Alexey naked and taking the time to explore Alexey’s body, his fingers digging into every muscle, probing every inch of the massive Eastern European. “You’re so big... You can get as big as you want now that you had this installed right?” Jim tapped the edge of the keypad with his fingernail--tink tink tink, against the metal.
“Well… I was very big before it was installed…”
“But if I remember correctly… 1472, then the star key…” Jim hit the buttons as he said them aloud.
“Hey, wait, don’t just…” Alexey’s protests fell on deaf ears as the process began: slowly, with the sound of an inflating balloon, Alexey began to rise up, his body remaining proportionate but growing in all directions. No longer afraid of this man who was completely in his power, Jim dropped his pants and starting jerking his dick as he rubbed his hand over the expanding man. Alexey’s face seemed to panic as he rose up and away, seven feet tall, then eight, larger than any human who would ever live, approaching the ceiling with no way of stopping himself.
“You’re gonna burst through the ceiling!” Jim gasped breathlessly, now straddling Alexey’s inhumanly gigantic leg like it was an unsaddled horse.
“Yes, I am--please, the reset button…”
Jim groaned, his whole body went rigid, and he came--just as Alexey’s head touched the ceiling and pressed into it.
“Okay, okay,” Jim said breathlessly. Let’s take care of this…” He hit the flashing red RESET button and Alexey’s body snapped back to its starting (but still massively muscled) size.
“Thank you, now please--” Alexey began, still facing away from Jim but struggling to see what was going on behind him.
“I believe 6-1-1-pound sign causes expansion with no height increase, right?” Jim punched the corresponding code and Alexey’s back immediately started to swell, his arms inflating like tires, his legs spreading apart--mass pouring onto his frame without an inch of height added.
“Holy shit…” Jim said, sinking to his knees and inspecting the gargantuan ass that was still inflating before him. He dug his face in, tasted its musky depths, licked from top to bottom as Alexey moaned and struggled.
“Unh… please, be careful… ohhh…” Alexey moaned. Jim could barely hear him from the warmth of Alexey’s ass. Jim emerged and pressed the reset button again. “I guess it wouldn’t be any fun if you got so big your bones started breaking.”
“Yes, please, now… the code to let me move again is--”
“Y’know, I could shrink you down to the size of my dick, you know. I’d love to see a big guy like you wrestling with my cock like it’s a contender.”
Alexey’s eyes fell. “Yes, you could.”
“I’ve studied the whole damned manual, Alexey. I wanted to get my money’s worth. See, I’ve got this interesting little kink… I mean, it’s one thing to fuck you… God, it’s a damned dream come true… but you wanna know what my fantasy is?”
Alexey’s brow furrowed. He seemed afraid to ask.
“Code 9-9-1-4-9-star,” Jim said confidently. He’d been waiting for this moment. Alexey’s eyes went wide--he had no idea what this setting would do--and his mouth suddenly formed an O-shape. Movement returned to his limbs for just a moment--but then he froze again. His whole body took on a plastic sheen. Suddenly the features of his body lost their details. His face was painted on. He maintained much of his size, but now he had the puffy shape of an inflatable doll.
Jim fingered the doll’s open mouth hole, played with the same opening between the seams of its blocky rubber ass. “I’ve dreamed of fucking a living blow-up doll for my whole life, Alexey,” he whispered into its drawn-on ear. “Let’s see how many time I have to fuck you before I get it out of my system completely.”
Alexey's goal was to have each thigh the size of his waist. This required two changes to his lifestyle.
All roids, growth hormone and insulin were now injected solely into his quads. Many debate whether or not you can get any site-enhancing effect from this regime, but Alexey knew it worked. His quads were getting huge.
To control his ballooning waistline, Alexey resorted to wearing a corset 22hrs a day. It was only taken off during his workout. Any time the discomfort became unbearable, Alexey would simply gaze at his quads, smile and then keep going.