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He tried his best to see what he was doing, but it was a lost cause. that phone was not getting any closer to his face. Not only were his forearm and bicep both so pumped that he could barely bend them more, but his massive pec was also in the way. It all combined into a 3 way muscle collision, with no side seeming to gain ground. He strained slightly and let out a grunt as he pushed his arm in closer, just barely getting the millimeters needed to see the screen and take the pic.

He let his arm down as he started to pant, as how own body was giving him a workout. Hopefully that showed off enough, because it would be a bit before he could try to get another. The feeling of his muscles rubbing up against each other like that made him incredibly horny, with his dick threatening to tear out of his sweatpants and his balls so full they felt like they were going to explode. He had to deal with that first.

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"Bro, you're overreacting. Yeah, it looked pretty bad when i got bit, but it's fine now! I went to the doctor, he checked in out, and the only thing left is a weird scar. I got attacked by a weird dog, that's it, you don't have to worry about it."

"Well, I mean the only other thing that has happened was my gains in the gym have been crazy. I mean look at this: I can't even zip up my sweatshirts anymore because of these pecs. I mean look at these things, they're fucking insane! the rest of my muscles are growing just to catch up with these things, I swear this sweatshirt fit better this morning even. I've only got like 3 pairs of pants that still fit, and all of the shirts are busted. I'm hairier too, it's growing in thick as hell."

"What? why are you yelling about moon phases? I don't know any of that shit, I just know its been about a month since we went out to those woods. Listen, I gotta go. I'm fucking starving right now, gotta get some food for these growing muscles."

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"See, you were talkin' like I needed to get a gym membership and a bunch of supplements to get big. Naw, I don't need any of that bullshit. I got this big all on my own, with hard work, pure testosterone, and the great outdoors."

the large men flexed his arm, his bicep almost hitting his fist. Every muscle on the man was so compressed, it was hard to see where any more mass would even fit. Still, you remember thinking that a month ago, and he hadn't slowed down since then.

"I'm telling you man, it's like my body was built to grow. I can't fuckin' stop packin' on muscle. I ain't got shirts that fit no more, my tits keep bustin' out of 'em! Turns out there ain't much bigger than a 4XL around, and I don't feel like orderin' any online. Why not just let it all hang out?"

He bounced his pecs, the massive, hairy mounds of muscle hitting his chin. He had joked plenty about having the 'biggest tits in the county' and he was probably right all things considered. As far as you knew nobody else even compared to a chest like his.

"I will say though, I didn't expect everything to feel so light already! I'm already past logs and I've been havin' to uproot trees like Paul Bunyan, but all I've got are a buncha maples and cottonwoods, real light and soft shit. So, if you got a big oak you wouldn't mind me takin' out, or somethin' else heavy, I'd really appreciate it. Hell, you can also stick around and feel these muscles while I work. I'm sure you'd like that more than staring at those skinny fuckers you call 'bodybuilders' on your phone. Show you what REAL muscle looks like!"

He let out an involuntary groan as his eyes rolled back, the sound of what you guessed was his dick ripping through his shorts and hitting his abs coming through the speaker. The man shook his head, trying in vain to shake the lust out, before looking down at his dick.

"I'm gonna have to let you go now, can't deal with this thing with one hand anymore. Too big, just like the rest of me." He chuckled. "Still, hope you'll consider my offer. Sure be nice to get someone's hands on these muscles right after a fresh pump. Might help me empty these goddamn balls. I swear I'm having to pump out 5 loads a day, at least, and these things still feel like they're gonna burst they're so full! Anyway, I won't keep ya, I'll see ya around."

He winked at the camera before turning off the call, leaving you alone. You immediately started thinking about if there was a abandoned junkyard nearby with a semi or two, or maybe a forest that could stand to lose some old oaks.

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I mean you can't blame him. Once you get that big it's basically required to show off, especially if he keeps tearing every piece of clothing that he tries to put on. Hopefully posers will be enough for the foreseeable future.

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C*ckhopper lol

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"So, did you actually want me to do any landscaping, or was this just an excuse to look at my muscles? 'Cause this lawn looks fine, and if it's the second one then we don't have to waste any time; you can just feel up these muscles right now."

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He couldn't tell what was louder, the pounding bass in his headphones or the pounding of his heart as he felt another growth spurt coming on.

He let out a low groan as he felt his muscles swell with pure power. He used to think there was some way to trigger it, either through his workouts, or jerking off (or not jerking off), but the growth spurts never triggered. They were completely random. It was like his body was hard wired to keep getting wider, thicker, bigger, to GROW, and he was just along for the ride.

A pleasurable burning sensation spread though his body as his skin tried its best to keep up with the copious amount of mass being added to his frame. He bounced his pecs once before letting out a moan. While every part of his body was freakish, shoulders as big and hard as cannonballs, traps threatening to overtake his neck, and biceps just begging to add another inch, his pecs were clearly the standout. Just flexing the twin mountains, making them as hard as steel, was enough to send him into a frenzy. His cock throbbed as his heart pumped even harder to push more testosterone filled blood into his muscles.

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, wanting to capture a memory from each growth spurt he had, to keep a record of his rapid mutation. He felt his bicep press up against his forearm and his pec as he got his phone in the right position. There was no room, but none of his muscles wanted to give up space, leaving to an overwhelming feeling of pleasure as his muscles pressed up against each other.

He snapped a couple of pics, and got a video of the last few seconds of the growth spurt, letting out a moan as it ended. He panted, his body covered with a sheen of sweat, as he came down from the high of growing so fast. His skin started to itch as it desperately tried to recover from the stretching and get ready for the next time his muscles would grow. As his heart stopped pounding, he realized that his headphones had been off the whole time. He wasn't listening to any music at all, only the sound of his own body growing.

He chuckled as he lumbered off, reaching one hand into his pants to stroke his rock-hard dick. Maybe blowing a 6th load would keep him sated for tonight, but probably not. He knew his body well, in half an hour he'd be able to just bounce his pecs and be rock hard once again, his body aching to get even bigger.

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A group of Unicorns is called "A Blessing Of Unicorns". Like, how cute is that!? ♥✨🦄

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James continues to look mountain-sized.

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"Hey, are you doing okay? Everything's good? ... Your costume still fits right?"

"Babe, it's basically just a helmet and a loincloth, I don't think It would ever not fit me. And I'm alright, just cold. It's fucking freezing in here."

"Sorry about that, the owner said if I touched the thermostat he'd kick us out immediately. I can't risk that on opening night. Maybe next time we can get a warmer costume if you don't keep outgrowing your measurements every week."

He chuckled, and flexed a bicep, the mound of muscle pressing up against his forearm. Every time it seemed like there was no way he could get any bigger he always found a way. "We both know that's not going to happen."

"Yeah, I know. I'll have to find something that stretches. You're gonna do great out there, by the way. It's just like a bodybuilding contest, except you gotta say a couple lines. Nothing to worry about."

"Thanks." He perked up a little at the compliment. He didn't say he was nervous, but whatever was weighing on him before seemed to have cleared up a little. "I'm gonna go get ready backstage. I want to have a good pump before my scene, and it'll help me warm up too."

"Break a leg!"

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It was about now when he wished that the chainsaw had a wider grip, as trying to keep a hold of it was hard when his arms kept pressing against his chest. Plus it was hard to see over his pecs, meaning he was having to cut at odd angles in even odder positions. It wasn't going to get easier either, especially as he kept getting bigger.

...Hm? What was that? "He could just stop growing?" That's not gonna happen. It feels way too good growing for him to stop, and honestly? Even if he tried to stay the same size, his body just seemed primed to get bigger. It'd be better to try and work around it.

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Anymore Hadi Choopan or James Hollinshead?

Lucky for you I just finished one! Here's hadi stepping out on stage, both getting the world record for heaviest competing bodybuilder and most competitors forfeiting when they saw him backstage.

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Ruh roh!

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Summer was his favorite season. The body heat from his muscles meant that he could wear almost nothing year-round, but summer let people be less shocked that he wasn't cold and more in awe of all his mass, just like he wanted. He could stand the extra heat if it meant more people were staring.

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Most people thought he was a serious guy from his permanent scowl, but that scowl was more from focus than anything else. At his size, even just existing made him insanely horny, feeling all of his muscles pressing against each other on his packed frame. Even something as simple as someone asking to feel his biceps could get him to shoot a load right there, without even feeling their touch.

This meant that he either needed to keep things locked down tight or he was going to be moaning involuntarily in the middle of every sentence. However, he couldn't keep up the serious act all of the time; Soon enough he'd need relief whether he wanted to or not. Still, this was a progress photo for a contest, He just had to stay professional for a couple minutes and then he could pump as many loads as he could muster into whatever lucky guy that wanted to come over and feel him up. He could do that... probably.

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Top player~ ⚾️

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"I think it just looks like I'm bigger just because I'm shorter, I bet we're about the same weight-wise."

"...You're kidding, right?"

"No? the mass on you just has more room to spread out so you look leaner than me. Honestly, looking at it I could weigh a little less than you. Might need to do some catching up."