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Firstly, he got too big for playing football. Then, he become too big for women. Only a man could handle that.
Your buddy wanted to bulk up a little for an upcoming armwrestling competition. Fortunately for him, he his bros encouraged him to hop hop on juice and become a freak.
Your shy geeky friend still thinks it was just the creatine you have been feeding him. He is growing before your eyes, you are turning poor shy Tommy into a monster.
Monstrous size of offseason Piotr Wójtowicz. Love it when men turn themselves into roided bloated monsters, but keep some of their cuteness and pretty faces.
You were so proud when your nerdy friend joined you in the gym and started growing, but you would never expect him to get hooked on roids and dwarf you in just a few years
Fucking love young Vojta Trnka. How do you manage to look so cute and cuddly as a junior mass monster?
He didn’t believe I could make good on what I’d offered until he heard the sound of rubber stretching as mass poured onto his frame. His eyes got wide as he saw himself in the mirror, already huge muscles expanding like rising bread.
“Holy shit… You fucking serious?” he said, bringing two titanic arms up into a double biceps pose, pausing to fully acknowledge their new girth. “How is this even fucking possible?” he asked.
“Do you care?” I snapped as I walked a semi-circle around him, admiring my work. “One snap of my fingers and you’ll double in size. Sound good?”
He bounced two big mounds of pec beneath his cut-off. “Fuck, dude, what’s the catch?”
Walking up beside him I ran the palm of my hand up his lats, my fingers resting in his deep muscle-pits. I could see him struggling to resist the tickle. “Who said anything about catch? You wanna be the biggest dude in this state or what?”
He looked down on his widened frame and quietly moaned, “Yes, please…”
Then the real change happened. Shoulders and traps swelled, swallowing his head. Arms blew up on lats getting wider by the second. He had to adjust his stance to adjust the doubled diameter of his broadening thighs. “Fuck,” he said. Even the muscles in his face had grown, squeezing his mouth into a grimace. “I’m fucking… huge…” he said through clenched teeth. “Wonder how much I weigh?”
There, of course, was the catch, but I wasn’t about to ruin the surprise for him just yet.
“There’s a scale behind us,” I said. “Go check it out.”
It took him a full minute just to get his blimp-sized body turned around. It took even longer to get any momentum going. His new legs were so engorged with muscle he could only move a few inches at a time. “Shit… fuck... “ he said, his fingers wiggling in frustration (the only movement he could really manage).
He started building up speed about halfway across the room (long minutes later, of course). Then he took a step and suddenly lifted off the floor, floating a few feet before touching down like he’d walked on the moon. “What was that?” he said. He took another step and went even further, drifting a few inches above the ground before gently touching down again. “What’s goin’ on?” he said as the last of his new mass settled into place. He was nearly spherical now, solid bulging muscle, arms and legs out straight. Movement for the poor guy was now impossible--but that wasn’t the last change to be had. He gasped loudly as his feet suddenly lifted from the ground.
He strained to touch his toes to the floor again but they got further away. I had to surpress the urge to laugh at his expression as gentle air currents caused him to tilt, slowly rotating him until he was upside.
“If you’re curious,” I taunted, squatting down so I could be face to face with him, “you’re practically weightless, and soon to be less than that. All that mass? Full of helium. You’re now a big old muscle balloon. I collect them, you see.” Out of my gym bag I pulled out a heavy metal ball attached by chain to a collar I fit around his neck. “Can’t having you float away on me now. You’re going to love it in my garden. You’ll be my eighth bodybuilder balloon. All swaying in the wind, whimpering and moaning. Hopefully those nasty raccoons don’t get back in again with those sharp claws.”
His eyes darted around wildly and I couldn’t resist so I kissed him, knowing he couldn’t do anything but accept it. “Just like Spider-man, hunh?” I said, giving his over-muscled cheeks a gentle pat.
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The definition of mass monster, Esteban Zeballos
This is my goal.
Nah, fuck that. Bigger.
