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Love me some bulky Eric 🤤

Robin Strand (@strandstrong)

2010 vs 2017 vs 2024

Can’t believe how fucking freaky you’ve gotten son. So beautiful. I’ll keep that juice comin. Let’s add some gh and slin to get that gut growing too.

Look at those huge gyno glands 🍼🍼

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Being as muscular as she is, Rachel embraced her dominant nature and took on an extra job on the side, a Dominatrix. She quickly became one of the preferred woman at the club. She brought in so many clients that the owners put in a private gym in her room so that she could not only get her workouts in as often as she'd like, but keep her pump up for all clients. She liked the attention but mostly, she liked the extra money she was able to pull in. More money means more drugs for growing bigger.

Jimmy Sadek

Jimmy Sadek

I can’t find any of the other posts from this short collection :(

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The Cursed Gym 2

Collin had joined the gym in order to get his Summer bod.

The jock took his body and fitness extremely seriously, which was why he watched his diet like a hawk and made sure to up his cardio once the weather started to get warmer.

Things took a turn when the stud was at his gym, going hard on the treadmill in preparation for a beach trip where there would be ample time for him to show off his hard-earned muscles for all the girls there to gawk at.

Collin watched the TV as he ran, finally realizing that something was up by the odd churning he felt in his stomach. At first he thought that it was just from him ignoring running for too long, but the churning worsened and morphed into a sensation that was even worse: jiggling.

The jock immediately looked at himself, almost fainting as he saw his flat washboard stomach steadily pushing outwards.

“What the fuck?!” Collin panicked as he lifted up his shirt, only to find that his abs were completely gone and the beginnings of an impressive roidgut were coming into view. 

The stud hopped off the treadmill, his shirt springing up over his growing gut which ballooned out in front of him and obscured his view of his lower half. In his panic, Collin clutched at the inflating mass in front of himself, paling when he felt the squishy layer of fat that covered his muscle, solidifying that he’d somehow grown a massive roidgut out of nowhere.

Collin blushed and futilely tried to stretch his shirt back down over his new gut, but it kept bouncing upwards and bunching up atop his belly that jiggled as the now ex-jock left the gym in a panic.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 25: Roided

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The host, Matthew Johnson, walked back onstage, eliciting thunderous applause from the crowd. He was a handsome man dressed in pristine white clothes that were tailored to tastefully show off his muscled body.

“Welcome back everyone to The Matthew Johnson Show,” the host smiled to the live studio audience. “We are continuing our series called ‘Living with Curses’. Just last week, we chatted with Scott, the man cursed to shrink down to only five inches tall!”

The audience roared with laughter at the memory of the pipsqueak Scott.

“But today,” Matthew continued, “we have another man here who’s been living with a curse for about two months now. And unlike Scott last week, this curse has caused this man to grow! Everyone, please welcome to the stage: Derek Hale!”

A stunned silence blew over the crowd as Derek Hale walked onto the stage… well, more like waddled onto the stage.

Derek Hale was a massive muscle monster! That was putting it lightly too, because the stud was insanely large. Almost as wide as he was tall, Derek looked like he was struggling to lumber around. His thighs were about as thick as the host’s waist, and they rolled over one another with every step the bulky man took. They pressed against each other, causing the man to have a wide stance. A bulbous roidgut protruded out in front of Derek, making him look almost pregnant with how massive it was. It was round and didn’t jiggle at all, indicating that there wasn’t a trace of fat on his over-muscled form. His pecs were huge and round, and they rested on top of his gut; large, nubby nipples poked noticeably against the tight t-shirt that struggled to contain Derek’s bulk. His back was wide and his shoulders were insanely broad, having to be large enough to carry his enormous arms. Biceps the size of Derek’s head tore through the tight sleeves of his shirt, pressing against his flaring lats that caused his arms to hang at ninety-degree angle.

Derek was so large that he made Matthew look puny by comparison. He was larger than any other bodybuilder that had ever been on TV, and he had such an enormous gut that it seemed to be the epicenter of his growth— being the largest part of him.

As he moved, the hunk breathed heavily and blushed bright red as the stage lights were on him, broadcasting his enlarged form to all of American daytime TV.

Matthew handed Derek a microphone, and the muscled up guest struggled to bend his massive arm enough to bring it up to his mouth, the movement causing his bicep to flex with power.

“Welcome to the show, Derek,” Matthew said. “Now, let me try to understand this: You weren’t this muscular two months ago, were you?”

Derek’s blush deepened and he shook his head. “No,” he grunted in a deep voice that was full of baritone.

On the screen behind the two men appeared a picture of Derek before he was cursed, showing off a toned man that was about a third the size of the swollen bodybuilder onstage.

“You where what, one-hundred eighty pounds in this picture?” Matthew pressed, gesturing towards the image on the screen. “And now you weigh how much?”

Derek took a hesitant look over at the audience, thankful that the positioning of the stage lights prevented him from making out any faces. He was beyond humiliated standing up on stage in his overgrown bulk, but after running out of ideas and failed spells from Deaton, it was his last hope at returning to his usual size.

“Um,” Derek mumbled nervously, “I weigh three-hundred seventy-nine pounds now…”

A loud gasp ran through the audience.

“And tell us, how did you get so big?” Matthew asked, placing a sympathetic hand on Derek’s broad shoulder. The size difference between the two made Matthew’s hand look utterly tiny.

Derek sighed loudly, the movement causing his massive shoulders to rise and fall, his shirt seams groaning at the movement. “I was at the gym and got into an argument with some guy,” Derek growled, anger written all over his face as he remembered what had happened. “Words were said, and I called him a ‘Roided-Up Freak’. Then he snapped his fingers, and well…” Derek gestured downwards at himself.

Matthew nodded quietly, and then perked up. “And I understand that your boyfriend, Stiles, has stayed by your side this entire time?”

The audience let out aww’s and coos.

Derek nodded as best as he could due to his huge traps swallowing his neck. “Yeah,” he said. “He’s… my rock.” He admitted it, his heart racing over how grateful he was for Stiles. 

Like Derek, Stiles had been freaked out too when Derek had turned into a roid-loving bodybuilder. He’d tried his best to find spells to turn him back to normal, or at least find clothes big enough to fit over his unwanted bulk. However, unlike Derek, Stiles quickly came around to his boyfriend’s new appearance. He would run admiring hands over Derek’s inflated pecs or marvel over how he couldn’t fit hit hands even halfway around Derek’s biceps… and despite being annoyed, Derek would be lying if he didn’t admit that deep down that he loved having Stiles worship his muscles.

However, despite how great life was with Stiles, Derek was still irritated over his bulky body ruining his life. He couldn’t fit in his prized Camaro anymore. His gut and pecs were too big and they constantly pressed against the horn. Plus, his back was so wide that he couldn’t even close the door thanks to how broad he was. Speaking of doors, it took all of Derek’s cleverness to squeeze himself through any standard-sized one. He always had to go through them sideways thanks to his broad shoulders, but it was always a struggle fitting his roidgut and pecs through the doorway. All of his clothes were now XXXL, and they always looked like they were painted on. Even sleeping was struggle too! Whenever he lied on his back, Derek’s huge back muscles kept his head elevated above his pillow. He couldn’t lie on his side, not with his large arms and lats. His gut and pecs were too big to try sleeping on his front. He had to position pillows and blankets carefully around his body in order to get comfortable. But his large body left zero room for Stiles, forcing the tiny human to sleep completely on top of Derek’s large muscles… but Derek secretly liked that part of the curse.

As the show went on and Derek answered the host’s questions, a loud ripping noise echoed out.

“Oh no…” Derek groaned as his shirt finally lost its battle trying to conceal his bulk. The collar split right down the middle of his pillowy pecs, traveling downward to his gut. His sleeves burst to shreds over his enormous biceps, leaving the large bodybuilder completely topless. Derek blushed, and then winced when he heard another loud tear, this time his huge glutes bursting through the back of his tight pants. Now that he was exposed, his vascular form was on full display, showing off the radiating veins all over his huge physique.

Matthew mock frowned, yet the audience erupted into a fit of laughter, making Derek blush even more.

“Well, Derek,” Matthew said, “we looked into your curse to see if we could help you at all. And guess what? We can.”

Derek perked up a little, hopeful at returning to his normal body after months of being trapped in an overblown, roided-up bodybuilder’s body. “R-really?” he asked, hopeful. 

Matthew reached into his back pocket and handed Derek a card. “Yes, Big Guy,” he smiled. “This here is a fifty dollar gift card to Mens’ Big and Tall. They have all sorts of styles designed specifically for large, bulky men such as yourself.”

Derek frowned as he snatched the gift card away from the host.

Matthew turned back to the crowd. “And coming up after our break, a man whose voice sounds like a chipmunk’s! That and more on The Matthew Johnson Show!”

Derek waddled off the stage, grumbling angrily to himself the whole time. He’d just embarrassed himself on TV for a stupid gift card. “I hope his shit show gets cancelled,” he muttered to himself as he walked backstage towards a waiting Stiles.

Stiles looked up at his inflated boyfriend sympathetically. “Sorry Derek,” he frowned. “I thought that it’d help. I mean, it looked like he helped people whenever I’d watch him on TV.”

Derek huffed and had to take a step backward so that his protruding pecs weren’t blocking his view of Stiles. “Yeah, who would’ve guessed that people lie on TV?” he rolled his eyes.

Stiles’s frown lightened up the smallest bit. “Well, I mean, if you are stuck as a big bodybuilder…” he led, looking at Derek with a hopeful expression.

Derek sighed, but forced a grin on his face as he lifted his muscled arms as best as he could, forming a double biceps pose. “Wanna feel, Little Man?” he asked the usual line that had become a staple in their bedroom activities.

Stiles’s smile grew. “Yes, please.”

Derek couldn’t help but smile back, reaching over and tossing Stiles over his broad shoulder with ease. “I could get used to this, I suppose,” he shrugged to himself as he waddled off, loving how small his boyfriend felt against his bulk.

Bulking beef

Who wants to make this bigger?

I don’t want a pretty, aesthetic lean 6-pack physique. I need to be a monster. Bloated with grotesque muscle, veins popping, swollen pecs and ass with a firm round roidgut. Legs so big I’ve no choice but to waddle and arms jutting sideways due to hanging lats

Gotta make this dream a reality. Eating big, pushing harder than ever, soon to roid up 😈🥩⚙️

Really felt big taking this

Need a muscle daddy to grow me or sugar daddy to find the growth further - 💉🥩😏

Sometimes I can take on a more defined shape for funsies.

Perfect package..

Bodybuilder bloated and sucking in and out