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“Can you guess my favorite muscle group?” he jokes to his friends and admirers in the pre-show hotel room.
He pulls up his specially-tailored boxer briefs to unveil the obvious answer, seemingly taking ages to uncover their expansive mass.
His body is impressively muscled, but his glutes are otherworldly. Juicy and plump, but also firm and just one flex away from a turning into a topographical map of corded muscle and veins.
Are they impractical? Sure. His wardrobe budget is out of control and he hasn’t been able to squeeze through a normal sized door frame in years without much difficulty. But here’s the real questions you should be asking, are they unbelievably sexy? Yup. Will he pump them even bigger? You bet.
His bodybuilding coaches keep warning him that his proportions are going to drag his score down. But he’s not here for the scores. No, he’s here for the looks, the stares, the lust. He can spot his new admirers from the crowd with ease, their eyes locked onto his planetary globes until he walks off stage.
The hotel room at his next show will undoubtedly be even more packed with his lustful little ass-istants. That, however, will not be the only thing that has grown.
Bodybuilder Costume
Jacob was second guessing his costume choice hard. He let his hormones get the best of him when he saw it hanging behind the clerk at the popup Halloween store that popped up at the old mall. Emblazoned in big bold letters it read CHAMPION BODYBUILDER. He nearly dropped the package when the clerk handed it over to him, nervously joking with him that he'd practically need to be a real bodybuilder to carry it home.
Later at home he eyed the costume from across the living room. His house was at least thankfully empty, the rest of his family already out with other Halloween activities. What was he thinking? This was going to be so embarrassing. Reluctantly Jacob slinked his thin frame over to the bag, pulling it open to examine the suit. Grabbing a handful of what looked like a meaty pec, he was surprised by the lifelike feel of the material. It's crazy, but it felt like real flesh, certainly had the real weight to it. Continuing to pull he marveled at the true to life looking cuts and veins of a real bodybuilder prepped to step on stage.
That's when he got to the posers. My god the posers. Their bright blue sequins glittering in the bright lights of the room. If Jacob wasn't already fully erect, he was now. To him, posers were one of the most erotic garments in the world and he had never seen a pair in real life. Even so, just like the rest of the suit, these appeared to be the real deal. Out of curiosity, Jacob pulled at the pouch to inspect if there was any embellishment underneath and to his surprise there was, the revelation of such causing his already leaking member to twitch with excitement.
Turning it around, he found the head portion of the suit draped over the back. Studying it for a minute, it appeared familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it in its slumped state. Moving it out of the way, Jacob inspects the slit between the two powerful lats used for pulling the suit on, oddly there doesn't appear to be a zipper or anything to keep it shut, hopefully it'll make sense once he puts it on. Through the opening he spied that the enhanced poser meat isn't just there for show, impressions within the suit ready to accept his own comparatively smaller cock and balls. After a few more minutes of drooling over the lifelike bodybuilder suit he somehow stumbled across, Jacob tosses it aside as he frantically disrobes. He had no idea he'd be stripping down naked to put on this suit, but here he is.
Sitting on the couch he works his bony legs into the juicy quads and calves of the suit their mass making it a tiring effort. Figuring it'd be easiest to stand up for the next part, he hastily jumped to his feet almost falling over in the effort after realizing that he needed to widen his stance. Carefully he situated his twig and two berries and grabbed at the meaty obliques to pull up the glutes, falling into place with a satisfying *pop*. Afterwards, Jacob stands there for a minute to catch his breath. This suit was amazing, but it was also amazingly heavy, the effort to put it on so far a testament to that. He worries if he will be able to support its weight all night, but again his excitement of experiencing as close to what he can imagine a real life fantasy forced him to solider on.
With that he fishes his arms into the mighty biceps, triceps, and forearms, pulling each finger into place in their new veiny wide palmed homes. Taking a deep breath partly due to the exhaustion of now really carrying the full weight of the suit and partly in case he gets struggles with the head, he pulls it over and into place. Delightfully, once it was the back of the suit seemed to snap into place, the opening fading into the mountains and valleys of the wide back. Well alright, Jacob comments to himself, time to check myself out. If he were smart he would have done this in front of a mirror, he thinks to himself. The closest one being just down the hall by the foyer, he starts to walk over. He was clumsy at first, not used to moving with all of this extra dead weight sloshing around, but thankfully as he made his way down the hall, he found himself getting the hang of it. The suit itself seemed to lighten and tighten up as he moved, chocking this up to him getting used to it.
No Way!, Jacob exclaimed immediately recognizing the individual the suit was modeled after, REGAN FUCKING GRIMES!? It was one of his favorite bodybuilders and he looked like him to a T. Jacob's cock, which he managed to tamp down to get into the suit was again at full attention, and with the sleeve it was in, it looked even more massive. He wasn't sure how it would work with it in there, but he had to try. Grasping the rod he was surprised at how sensitive it felt through the material, like it wasn't even there. He started stroking, surprising himself with the power of his grip. He watched his arm has he stroked, the movement of the muscle looking so real, flexing in rhythm as he went. He brought his free arm up to his side and flexed, his bicep exploding with power, the sight enough for him to shoot his load, which came rocketing out of the suit like it were his own member.
Standing there panting from the erotic eruption he just experienced, woah, was all he could say. But that simple word caught Jacob off guard as it wasn't his voice that said it, rather a deeper one with a distinct GTA accent. Without another moment to process, Jacob soon found him being inundated with memories, but not of his own, of Regan's. They melded with his own, leaving him still in control but he knew he wasn't himself anymore, he was Regan, or the version of Regan the suit melded into his own. In a flash of energy, he felt as it rewrote collective history.
So ask yourself, what would you do with the fresh knowledge that you were now in fact the real life embodiment of one of your favorite bodybuilders? Flex of course. And that's what Jacob, err Regan did. He lost track of time watching his muscles flex and roll over each other, their raw, hot power showing through his tanned skin with harsh, depleted reliefs. He looked over at the clock to see it was 11:30, almost time to leave for the exclusive Halloween loft party Regan was invited to, sure to be full of other fitness influencers. One problem though, now that he WAS Regan, he no longer had a costume. Sure, he could show up to any other party simply in his posers, his bodybuilder physique being freaky enough to stand out as a costume in itself, but not this party. This one would be full of other shirtless influencers using the holiday as an excuse to show off their physique in elaborate getups. Luckily, the costume had another trick up its sleeve. It started to inflate.
Regan's muscles, already pumped from the own personal posing routine he just put on for himself, exploded with size, easily doubling, if not tripling his weight. He was enormous, bigger than any living or past bodybuilder. He brought his hands up to his sides as he went to hit a front lat spread. His lats spread wide, almost filling the wide door frame he was standing in while his pecs puffed up and eclipsed his face. His costume was finally finished, “Regan the Human Muscle Morph.” Still looking so real to life in his bloated state, he'll have everyone wondering if his added mass is real or not. Truthfully he'll be wondering too. Only time will tell if the costume has one last trick up its mutated sleeve.
🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃
He winced when the experimental super steroid hit his bloodstream. It was a hot pain, but he was growing... and the harder he flexed, the bigger he grew. It was going to be a long time before he let go.
As he hit the top of his last rep, he felt something strange. Instead of the tiredness and pain he expected, he was overwhelmed with a feeling pleasure. It was practically radiating out of his quads. The longer he held his position, the stronger it felt. It wasn't just a feeling though, it was an effect of the massive growth currently encompassing those muscles. No longer aware of his surroundings, he began to moan as he felt his now erect penis prepare to spit his load. As it does, his legs quickly drop, his ballooned quads violently forcing them apart as they do.
Stopping only for a moment to admire his new mass, he moves about the gym repeating the same pattern as he evens himself out. A trail of cumstains marking his path. As he waddles out through the gym's wide double doors, he has no idea what could have sparked his massive growth, but somehow knew that he'd be back again tomorrow doing the same thing.
Regan thought he would look huge in Korea compared to everyone else. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Shit like this just makes me grin from ear to ear.
Pumped up lats, a skinny little vacuum, empty posers and monstrous quads.
This is what steroidal masculinity looks like.
Regan Grimes is such a freakin stud 😍
Regan Grimes talking about bulking for 2024
Regan Grimes talking about bulking for 2024