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the other pro bodybuilder to the left watched in awe how Joan grew more and more and asked himself who was responsible for his growth spurts
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The months your roommate called his 'off-season' still felt strange to you. You watch him eat and train like a maniac only to pass out on your tiny living room chair. Every day the seat under his ass looked smaller. And what was going on with his manliness? Is he really this big, or is he just playing with you? How big will he become, you ask yourself every single day. The strangest thing is: You want to see him as big as possible. It fascinates you to see him grow; you have to admit.
It only took one comment about his legs being too small for him to really start growing them. Who knows how big they'll be in a few months.
I’m getting wider than the door and I fucking love it. But… I can see it in your eyes, you want me to get wider ‘till I can’t get through the door? Well, get ready 'cause soon I won’t just outgrow the door frame, I won’t stop ‘till I have outgrown the whole room. Gonna get HUGE!
Most cannot imagine living in a body like his. Catching a glance of it in the gym mirror as he checks himself out with his harem of gym bros and thinking, ‘fuck, how do you even get that big?… It’d be utterly insane to look in the mirror and have all those muscles staring back at you… How big is big enough?’
That’s not what he sees though. Almost completely blind to his overall enormity, he chooses to focus on his “problem areas.” A few more inches here, more definition there, deeper striations there too, the list goes on and on. The laser focus keeping the steady march of growth going as he struggles more and more to see himself completely, both metaphorically and soon enough physically.
All the while his bros are there with him, egging him on, agreeing with his insane goals and standards of size, either taken in so much that they are oblivious themselves, or consciously along to see just how far they can blow him up.
His mind refuses to process the reality he has created for himself. One where he outweighs 3-4 of them combined. One where he increasingly struggles to fit anywhere, especially doorways. One where he develops an ever more exaggerated waddle. One where his 36" arms, bloated pecs, and cushy lats make him fall just short of reaching his own cock for a little self pleasure. The extreme arousal he feels from the testosterone coursing through his body after his workouts making that release a more common need than most. But that’s what bros are for, right?
A little morph to celebrate this beast moving up to Classic Physique.
Working on his next submission to metabods. He figures he’ll have to switch to dictation for the one after this.
Oh yeah, I can’t actually drive anymore. My legs are too big. Can’t fit under the wheel, can’t fit alongside the wheel when the doors closed. I just thought it’d be a sexy shot.