#Triceps Development

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Training Triceps with Dumbbells: Build Muscle and Definition

The triceps are a crucial muscle group that makes up a significant portion of your arm size. Developing your triceps is essential for achieving bigger arms and a balanced physique. Using dumbbells is an effective way to build muscle and strength in your triceps. Dumbbells offer the freedom to perform a variety of exercises that target all three heads of the triceps muscle, promoting overall…

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Biceps and triceps workout with dumbbells at home

A unique biceps and triceps workout you can do at home with dumbbells. This workout incorporates both compound and isolation exercises to target your arm muscles effectively. Remember to warm up before starting and cool down after completing the workout to prevent injury.

Equipment Needed:

Dumbbells (choose a weight that challenges you but allows you to maintain proper form)

Warm-up:

Arm Circles: Stand with your arms extended to the sides, palms facing down. Make small circles with your arms for 30 seconds, then reverse the direction for another 30 seconds.

Biceps Workout: Perform each exercise for 3 sets of 12-15 repetitions.

Hammer Curls:

Hold a dumbbell in each hand with your palms facing your body.

Keep your elbows close to your torso and curl the weights upward, bringing them to shoulder level.

Lower the weights back down with control.

Zottman Curls:

Hold a dumbbell in each hand with your palms facing your body.

Curl the weights upward as you rotate your wrists so that your palms are facing up at the top of the curl.

Slowly reverse the motion, rotating your wrists back to the starting position as you lower the weights.

Concentration Curls:

Sit on a bench or chair with your feet flat on the floor.

Hold a dumbbell in one hand and rest your elbow on the inside of your thigh.

Curl the weight up toward your shoulder while keeping your upper arm stationary.

Lower the weight back down.

Triceps Workout: Perform each exercise for 3 sets of 12-15 repetitions.

Tricep Kickbacks:

Hold a dumbbell in each hand and bend forward at your hips, keeping your back straight.

Extend your arms straight behind you, squeezing your triceps at the top of the movement.

Lower the weights back to the starting position.

Skull Crushers:

Lie on a bench or the floor with a dumbbell in each hand, arms extended toward the ceiling.

Bend your elbows to lower the weights toward your forehead, then extend your arms to the starting position.

Diamond Push-Ups:

Get into a push-up position, but bring your hands close together so that your thumbs and index fingers form a diamond shape.

Perform push-ups while keeping your elbows close to your body to emphasize the triceps.

Cool-down:

Stretch your biceps and triceps by holding gentle static stretches for each muscle group for 20-30 seconds.

Remember to maintain proper form, use a weight that challenges you but allows for controlled repetitions, and stay hydrated throughout the workout. Adjust the weights as needed to progress in your fitness journey.

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Raised Right

Eric jogged up the steps of his family's sprawling estate, sweat glistening on his toned body as he finished his daily run. He couldn't help but wonder what his Uncle Rick's car was doing outside though. His deadbeat uncle was always around asking for cash. And as he passed his father's office, he could overhead their conversation.

"…I'm telling you Jack, I need this loan. Things have been tough since I lost my job," came the whiny voice of his uncle Rick. Eric rolled his eyes.

"Rick, we've been over this. I can't just keep bailing you out," his father responded sternly.

Eric peeked through the cracked door. As always, Rick's greasy hair and stained wife-beater contrasted sharply with his father's crisp button-down shirt and pressed slacks.

"You always were a selfish prick, Jack!" Rick spat, jabbing a finger at his brother. "Too good to help out your own flesh and blood."

"Hey Dad, Uncle Rick," Eric greeted casually as he strolled into the study, not bothering to knock. He knew how much it grated Uncle Rick to see him.

"Oh well if it isn't the golden boy." Rick muttered.

Jack sighed heavily, "Rick, I wish I could help, but right now I need to focus on securing Eric's future. If you had a son, I'm sure you'd be able to understand."

Eric smirked- he loved hearing about his place as heir to the family fortune. But his smirk faded as Rick spoke again.

"Please Jack, I'm desperate here," Rick begged, "It's not for me, it's for Jace. That damn fool got into another fight downtown and now the legal fees are piling up. What kind of father would I be if I let him rot in jail?"

The words echoed in Eric's ears strangely, like they held some unseen power.

"Who's Jace?" Eric mumbled, swaying slightly on his feet.

"Again?" His father sighed, "How many times is your kid going to get into trouble?"

Eric's thoughts raced. Since when did Uncle Rick have a kid?

"Hey, I don't..." Eric's breath caught in his throat as he felt a strange tingling sensation spreading across his chest.

To his shock, he watched as his pecs began to swell and expand, packing on solid muscle at an alarming rate. The skin stretched taut as his pectorals grew heavier, more defined. Dark hairs sprouted along his newly thickened chest, forming a sparse trail down to his abs.

"What the hell…" Eric gasped, reaching up to touch his rapidly changing torso.

His fingers sank into the firm, rounded muscle as it continued to develop before his eyes. Biceps and triceps ballooned in size, his arms covered in a sheen of sweet. Even his core thickened, packing on with muscle and fat.

"I don't… I don't feel so good," Eric slurred.

"He didn't start it, I swear! Those bastards jumped him. My boy was just defending himself."

Eric stared transfixed at his arms as dark lines began to snake across his skin, slowly taking shape. The tattoos spread like living shadows, wrapping around his biceps and disappearing beneath the bulging muscles of his forearms. Swirling designs of skulls, flames, and twisted letters emerged, covering every inch.

"Holy shit," Eric breathed, flexing his arms to watch the fresh ink ripple over his swelling biceps. The tattoos made him look harder, grittier - a far cry from his usual preppy appearance, "No..."

A sudden urge for nicotine hit Eric like a freight train. His jaw clenched as he fought the unfamiliar craving, hands twitching at his sides. When did he start smoking?

"I gotta… I need a cig," Eric grunted, his voice deeper and rougher than before. He looked down at his hands, noticing how much larger and rougher they appeared, knuckles scarred and dirty under the nails.

"I don't get it, I never smoked before…" Eric mumbled, mind hazy and sluggish. Thinking hurt, like wading through mud.

"I've heard that before." Jack remarked, "Jace is always just a bystander, never his fault. Really?"

"Don't you dare judge my son! Jace is a good kid, he just fell in with the wrong crowd. With your help, I can get him back on track!"

Meanwhile, Eric's stubble thickened and spread, shadowing his jawline. Wrinkles etched themselves into the corners of his eyes and mouth, aging him several years.

"Nah, that ain't right," Eric slurred, his words clumsy and slow. "I'm… I'm supposed to be… shit, what was I supposed to be doin' again?"

Jack shook his head, "Enabling him won't help, Rick. Jace needs to learn responsibility, not have you clean up his messes."

"And what, let him rot in prison? He's still my son!" Rick shot back heatedly. "With your money, we could get him a good lawyer, maybe even get the charges dismissed. Don't you want to help family?"

Eric stumbled, catching himself against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. His reflection in a nearby mirror showed a stranger staring back - a burly, tattooed man with a scruffy beard and a vacant expression. Panic rose in his throat as the realization hit him.

"This ain't right," Eric croaked, voice gravelly with fear. "I'm… I'm not supposed to be like this. I'm Eric, I'm…" He trailed off, mind blanking. The name 'Jace' flickered at the edges of his consciousness but he couldn't quite grasp it.

He winced at the acrid scent of motor oil and cigarettes that clung to his skin, mingling with the musk of sweat and masculinity. Calluses roughened his palms and fingertips. Memories of his job as a mechanic flashing before his eyes.

"Come on Jack, have a heart. Jace is all I've got left. I can't lose him too."

Jack sighed, "Rick… Fine, if I had a son, I'd probably be begging too."

Eric's stomach churned with unease as he felt the weight of the cigarettes in his pocket, the phantom taste of smoke on his tongue. Memories that weren't his own flickered through his mind - greasy hands twisting wrenches, the roar of engines, the sting of fists connecting with flesh.

"No, no, no," Eric chanted under his breath, backing away from the mirror. He bumped into a chair, nearly knocking it over in his confusion. "This ain't real, this ain't fuckin' real…"

"Heh, there's my boy!" Rick's gruff voice cut through the haze, jolting Eric upright. "Jace, you okay? Ya look a little green around the gills."

Eric flinched at the sound of his uncle's voice, the name 'Jace' echoing in his aching skull. He forced his heavy eyelids open, blinking blearily up at Rick's concerned face. The older man's features swam in and out of focus, distorted by the sheen of tears gathering in Eric's eyes.

"D-Dad?" Eric rasped, the word foreign on his tongue. "I… I dunno what's happenin'. Somethin's wrong with me, somethin's all fucked up in my head…"

Rick's weathered face creased with worry as he placed a calloused hand on Eric's shoulder, steadying him. "Easy there, son. You're just havin' a rough go of it, that's all. Them lawyers got ya all stressed out 'bout the trial."

"I… I ain't supposed to be like this," Eric mumbled, voice thick with confusion and growing panic. "I'm supposed to be… shit, I can't remember. It's all jumbled up in here."

"Aw hell, Jace. You're just takin' a real hard hit right now, that's all. Them fancy law books and all that courtroom bullshit, it's enough to rattle anyone's cage." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and holding it out to Eric. "Here, take a drag. Might settle your nerves a bit."

Eric stared at the offered cigarette, a war raging inside him. Every instinct screamed that this wasn't right, that he shouldn't, but the craving gnawed at him, insistent and overwhelming. With trembling fingers, he took the cigarette, bringing it to his lips.

"I… I don't…" Eric started to protest, but the words died in his throat as he inhaled deeply, the acrid smoke filling his lungs.

The last vestiges of confusion melted away as the nicotine flooded his system, and he exhaled a long stream of smoke with a low groan.

"Fuck, that's the stuff," Jace groaned as the nicotine hit his system, muscles relaxing almost instantly, "Shit, my head's clearer already." His attention turned towards Jack, "Hey, uh, Thanks a lot Uncle Jack for helpin' us out here," Jace drawled, stubbing out the cigarette on the sole of his work boot. "Much appreciated, ya know? Means the world to us."

Jack sighed, "Last time, Jace."

"Yeah, yeah. I gotcha, uncle. Won't forget it." Jace stood up straight, cracking his neck. He followed his dad out of the big house, the weight of his new reality settling on his broad shoulders. The door closed behind them with a definitive click.

He climbed into the passenger seat, the worn leather creaking under his bulk. As Rick fired up the engine, Jace glanced back at the imposing house receding in the side mirror, a silent goodbye to the life he once knew. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear - he was Jace now, through and through. And he could really go for another cig.

[bigwishes]

Freaky!

Mark was an average gym bro, obsessed with bodybuilding, obsessed with muscle, and it helped that he loved men. His hobby was essentially porn, watching workout videos got him hard, working out got him hard, seeing all the big sweaty guys at the gym got him hard.

The only issue was him loving his natural status, having such a desire to grow and put on as much muscle as possible whilst not tainting his body left him fantasying about being so much bigger all the time, constantly imaging a safe and healthy way to grow himself into a hulking beast.

It was a normal post workout Wednesday for Mark, the gym was almost empty, he had gotten a good 2 hours in and spent a solid 30 minutes flexing. He was in love with his reflection, his perfect muscles, almost 100% lucked out on the genetic lottery for every muscle development, but he still couldn't help but imagine himself bigger, he had a quick day dream about his shoulders growing wider, getting taller, his lats blocking the entire mirror, what itd be like not to see past his pecs, his dick sprung to life in his pants throbbing as he posed. It was instantly viable in the mirror, Mark got a little shy and flusters and tried to hide it, but he didnt want to stop posing so soon.

He quickly flashes his legs on more time and stomped down for a powerful pose.

"Damn, I'm looking freaky!" Mark smiled

little did he know someone knew his true desires.

Mark felt a sudden pulse radiate out from his pelvis. His biceps twitched slightly and began to feel just a bit more pumped.

His brow furrowed as he flexed his bicep, it looking ever so slightly bigger. He began to get distracted as he inspected his body all over, feeling juicy and pumped. As he inspected himself in the mirror his eyes widened as he watched his shoulders slowly growing wider, inch by inch they crept outwards, soon his under developed lats sprung to life pumping up and inflating with blood and size stretching outwards giving him a perfect V shape. Mark smiled as he flexed his arm watching his bicep and tricep almost double in size. The growth continued as his legs thickened and his ass plumped up into two perfect globes that pulled the fabric of his shorts down to show the top of them.

He didn't know how but he all of a sudden looked like a pro bodybuilder, he got that roided cut look he always dreamed about without every piercing his skin. Mark flexed and worshipped himself, forgetting he was even in a public gym. Not that there were many people around to even notice.

Suddenly Mark felt the pulse come out from his pelvis again, and again and again and again, constantly like radiation flooding his body. With each pulse he felt more and more pumped, to the point his muscles started to feel strained and painful. He watched in the mirror as his shoulders once again began to get wider. A strange gentle pain formed in his lower back as he watched himself slowly get taller in the mirror.

At first he smiled, laughing at the extra size, but when he reached 7ft and started to notice he could see his own back muscles from the front dread began to set in. The slow burn growth suddenly exploded as muscles stopped slowly inflating with size and suddenly violently would ripped and double or triple in mass. His upper body took up more space than the mirror in front of him and he felt the strain in his knees as his much smaller legs struggled to hold him. A he looked down and watched as his normal looking legs suddenly exploded with muscle. An incredible sudden pain shot up in Mark as he wasn't prepared for the sudden size competition down stares and his giant thighs crushes his dick and balls like a vice. He winced and waddles steps apart as his body continued to grow and grow.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME" Mark screamed his voice lowering with each syllable.

His bouncing pulsing muscles started to calm down, the pulsing energy from his pelvis halted and he took a large breath out. Trying to move he noticed his skin covered in deep stretch Marks, symbols of pride for the best roided bodybuilders but something he never thought he'd see. He tried to move his arm to flex and felt all the muscles in his arms grinding against his lats and chest, he did his best to create space but no matter how he moved his mass kept clashing with each other, muscles he didn't even know could touch rubbed against each other and the sound it made rang out like the terrible noise of two balloons rubbing against each other.

Mark looked in the mirror at the freaky beast now in front of him...

"oh..god..I'm....I'm too big" Mark winced at his colossal size.

His dick growing hard as thoughts about his freakish size flooded his mind. He wondered how he was ever going to fit in his car again, how he was going to get in his house, how he was ever going to find a boyfriend like this...each though got him hornier and hornier.

He saw his giant traps and shoulders and how they made his neck look almost non existent, he couldn't see past his pecs. He started to panic when a flash entered his mind, a whisper. He imagined being on a date and a guy calling him a freak.

Marks dick throbbed in his pants, he imagined guys messaging him on dating apps calling him too big, saying they don't wanna be with a freak. His dick started to leak pre into his underwear, not that he noticed, he barely even noticed his panicked thoughts were now becoming his fantasy.

A final pulse rippled out from Mark's Pelvis as he felt his ass grow bigger and his underwear slipping into the worst muscle wedgie he had ever had, pulling the fabric back and putting pressure on his dick, his manhood already hard twitched as it got bigger, its already prominent outline now looking like it was going to rip out of his shorts.

Mark winced and moaned from the pain and pleasure. Feeling it get worse as he tried to walk. He closed his eyes hoping it was all going to be a dream but he couldn't stop himself from bouncing his colossal pecs.

Another fantasy flashed into his mind, on the beach, in a speedo waddling down with everyone staring a commenting at how much of a freak he was, he imaged hitting on a guy, some cute much smaller meat head and hearing him laugh at how much of a freak Mark was.

Mark opened his eys slightly to see his body ripple with pleasure as his manhood realeased the biggest load of his life, felt the sticky glaze escape his underwear and run down the side of his leg.

"Damn...I'm looking freaky..." Mark muttered, but he couldn't help but want more.

Mark's transformation was sealed. A young man desperate for size now a colossal giant freak desperate to be degraded...

[ruesol]

A drop of blood (in milk) - chapter 3

(GOJO x READER)

PLOT:

You’ve always prevented your blind childhood best friend from fighting your battles for you.

That is until you find out he’s a dragon who refused to participate in a war until he had you safe and sound in his lair.

or: the dragon shifter x witch au

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No human, mage, elf, or anyone else, for that matter, has the ability to suppress draconic energy. Its source runs deeper than just the elemental energy that a dragon’s existence circles around. Emotions are the driving force behind their motive to protect the people below.

But what will a lone dragon do when the love for his mate compels him to villainize the same people he was created to protect? 

The anticipation of learning about Gojo’s recent developments in performing his mission is quickly chased away when Yaga sees him standing at the castle's threshold with you passed out in his arms.

Gojo’s blindfold was abandoned, probably burned to ash in some corner of a forest. Cyan irises mimic the hottest flame with the way they shine under the grand chandelier. His clothes had burned in many places, too, mainly his sleeves and a few holes around the back of his shirt. The chrome scales on Gojo’s skin glitter when the light hits them, drawing Yaga’s eyes to the young dragon’s triceps. Claws drawn out, sharp, yet he’s careful enough not to pierce your sooty skin.

“I thought you were going to wait to tell her?” The mage master’s question sounds more like a forthcoming scolding.

You look peaceful, unconscious in Gojo’s firm hold as your head is cocooned by his arms. The young dragon worries about how you’ll eventually be pulled out of your dreamy microcosm when he finally spills everything to you, Ichor dripping from every secret exposed.

“She doesn’t know yet. I’ll tell her when she wakes up.” Gojo ignores Yaga’s following questions as he walks to his quarters, finally releasing a breath of relief as he lays you down on his bed. The shock of almost dying still hasn’t worn off on you. You look troubled even when unconscious. He asks one of the elves serving him to bathe you and give you clean clothes so you won’t be covered in soot and ash when you finally wake up.

“What is the meaning of all this? I thought we were going to kill the fucking King before you brought her here,” Yaga growled at Gojo as soon as he had returned to the great hall. The light shines down on the throne at the end of the room, where Gojo stands. When he sits, the light hits his hair like heaven has placed a halo on him. Ironic for someone who believed that a bit of violence was worth protecting the love of his life.

“I had to. They were going to kill her. Besides, she’s smart. She’ll handle the information just fine,” Gojo grumbles into the palms of his hands, rubbing away the exhaustion he had built up after entirely shifting into a dragon for the first time in years.

“Kill her? What the fuck is going on in that town?” Yaga walks over to Gojo and clutches his collar, yanking it to urge the dragon to look up with his slitted eyes at him. Gojo complies. Yaga was his guide in the mortal realm, after all. “She’s powerful enough to save herself, so why did you swoop in?”

“It’s the bond. I just can’t help it,” Gojo answers through gritted teeth–not out of agitation towards his heaven-made commitment to you, but agitation towards what would’ve happened to you if he hadn’t intervened. For all he cared, those people could’ve been burned to a crisp.

“Well, control it, scoundrel, because we have bigger things to worry about. King Zenin has been sniffing around some hidden elven territories, and I’m afraid they’re close to finding them. We have to–”

“Why don’t you care about what happens to her? You’re her teacher!” Gojo yelled. The echoes of his voice prompt multiple of his servants to pop their heads by the hall's entrance. Their allegiance to him still didn’t make any sense, but he appreciated the commitment.

“Because if you had simply whisked her away to this place, then she’d know nothing. She’d be useless. I have never, in my life, ever seen a witch with so much potential. Being in dangerous situations would be a great catalyst for her to grow even more powerful. It would make her a useful mate for you.”

Anger burns in his chest. Passion, fury, rage–they all come naturally to him. They carry the heat of his inner fire. Lava gurgles till he tastes its bitterness in the back of his throat. If he didn’t have so much respect for Yaga, then he’d have ripped his head off clean and put it up as a showpiece on his mantle, a trophy and a warning at once.

“Is that all you see her as? Some sort of weapon? A tool in my plan? She’s more than just a witch–she’s the woman I’d burn myself alive for, and that cursed town would have had a worse fate if she’d died today.” The dragon’s tone is menacing, not just for Yaga but for the haven that was the island he had brought you to. “The elves, dragonhood, fuck, saving the innocent–they mean nothing to me if she doesn’t exist–if I don’t feel her breath entwined with mine.”

“And what are you going to do if she hears this? If she knows that your heart welcomes destruction over humanity for her sake? She’ll blame herself for it for as long as she’s alive,” Yaga reminds him. Gojo seldom found any flaws in your judgment. You could say the sun was cuboidal, and he’d blindly believe you. But he never seemed to understand why you cared so much about the innocent. They were defenseless, weak, and overly dependent on beings like him to survive.

But alas, to keep you alive forever, he will do whatever it takes, even if it involves forcing himself to go against his own beliefs.

“I’d rather have her hate me for eternity than her rot beneath the soil with the rest of humanity.”

–

In his eyes, you’re no less than the morning sun–bright, blinding, and connected to him in a way that the universe intended since the beginning of time.

The elves have done a great job of cleaning you up. You’re wearing something customary to the elvish women–a silken gown that sticks to your body like a second skin, yet it feels like you’re wearing nothing.

It’s hard for him to take his eyes off your body as you drowsily stretch in his bed, arching as the sun bathes you in gold. You sigh deeply, trying to sink deeper into your slumber, but he can see that your body commands that you wake up. It commands you to see your mate in his truest form.

Your eyelashes flutter, and the first sight you see is the roof of the canopy bed, red satin with gold tassels on the borders. You’re still disoriented. The only thing you’re probably aware of is the fact that you have a sense of perception.

You look around first as your elbows help you rise. The exhaustion is still meshed deep in your bones, making you lean against the soft nest of pillows around your head as you look around.

Gojo finds your curiosity adorable, like a skittish kitten trying to familiarize herself.

A ghost of a smile emerges on his plush mouth when you finally see him, eyes widening when you realize you’re seeing his eyes for the first time.

“The village–there was a fire, and–your eyes? Where am I?” Your voice is hoarse. Three days of being unconscious had caught up to you. Discomfort heavy in your mind and heart, you crawl to the edge of the bed, legs trembling as your toes touch the cold, marbled floor, but Gojo’s at your side immediately, his large hand spanning the small of your back as he stabilizes you.

“Satoru, what is going on? We’re not in Rosenrot. We’re–where are we?” You can’t help but lean on him as he walks you to the balcony.

“I’m not cursed. I can see just fine.”

“I can see that. Why didn’t you ever tell me? Why would you even lie about it? They look so–”

“So much like a dragon’s.”

“Yeah…” Your hands reach out to touch his face, hesitating until he leans. The slits in his eyes curve outwards, and a shiver runs down Gojo’s spine. “That’s because I am one. Well, I’m more of a dragon shifter. I have yet to ascend.”

You immediately pull your hand away, though you’re still in his hold. There’s a fold between your brows as you look up at him skeptically. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” you scoff.

But he stays silent. He pulls his arms away as he takes a couple of steps back. It’s hard to see past the sun's direct glare in your eyes, but you can see how his eyes are glowing.

Gojo feels the need to prove himself. Years of hiding himself from you have finally come to an end. He finally feels whole—Anima mundi. The energy of fire ignites his skin, and chrome scales slowly materialize down his arms. He rolls the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows to show them to you, and your lips part, a breath of disbelief escaping.

His claws come easily with one swift flex, a red tinge at the tips. He grows bigger. Literally. His clothes stretch till they rip, the stitches splitting near his shoulders as his sleeves fall off, his pants growing shorter as his thighs expand.

Despite all the changes, his eyes convey everything they need to tell you: ‘I’m still your Satoru. The awkward, bullied kid you’d always stand up for. The blind man who was always taken advantage of.’

“Believe me now?”

He watches you with bated breath. He knows you’ll come to him sooner or later. The bond obligates you to. But it would still sting if you didn’t acknowledge him like this. He fears your rejection more than he does his fate if he doesn’t ascend to dragonhood like his fate intended him to. Anticipation sits heavy on his shoulders. It’s a burden he’s been bearing ever since he met you.

You sigh as you press on your temples. “I don’t understand what’s going on. I have so many questions, but I don’t even know where to start. I–you’re a dragon? Like, one of the most superior vessels of the elements?”

He gulps and nods as he walks closer to you, but you back away further. “NO, don’t come here. You don’t just bring me to some…I’m not even sure what this place is, but you don’t just get to drop all this information on me like it’s nothing.” He can see you trembling, and fear dawns on him. He can’t tell if you’re afraid of him or are just angry that he lied about himself.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m the worst. But I’ll explain everything if you just come here.” He brings his palm forward, and you take it cautiously. Gojo can see the look you have on your face. Cautious but still trusting because once upon a time, you used to be the one who was taller than him before his growth spurt hit. 

Your hand is much smaller than his. It always was since the beginning because of his build, but his dragon form has turned him into a sinewy monster. Gojo remembers you telling him that Todo was probably the most swole man you’d ever met. Todo would sometimes help you carry your supply crates, and you’d think about how he could hurl the heavy crates across the room like javelins.

But this was entirely new for you. Gojo can sense it in the way your hand trembles ever so slightly in his grip. He knows there’s no point in asking you not to be afraid. He’ll have to prove himself to you.

That’s fine. The two of you have the rest of eternity for it, and only for you does he have the patience of a saint.

He walks you over to the marble railing, and you squint, the sun’s light hitting your eyes painfully. Seeing this, Gojo creates a visor with his hand as he holds onto your waist.

“What do you see?”

What stares back at you is a lush jungle concentrated in the middle of the landmass—waves skirt by the beach, a gorgeous aqua blue that rivals the beauty of Gojo’s eyes. “An island,” you answer dryly.

“Are you sure? Looks can be deceiving.”

You click your tongue and sigh as you look around more. “I’m not sure what you want me to see.”

“You’ll know it when you see it.”

You want to smack him across his face. Your mind is beyond overstimulated with a thousand thoughts racing through it, and the man wants to play a match of “I Spy” with you.

Then all of a sudden, the jungle looks like it’s refracting. Greens, blues, and yellows bending and swirling into an odd pinwheel. The same occurs near the water, the waves almost turning into a viscous slime-like texture, clinging onto land the more it flows further in.

In the blink of an eye, the island in front of you turns into a settlement. Small buildings, along with hundreds, if not thousands, of people walking around.

“A glamor!” you gasp. “It’s my first time seeing one done on such a large scale! I’ve only ever seen them done over stuff like hidden doors, but this is insane!”

“I didn’t know that dragons had the same abilities as mages. This is so fascinating, oh my gosh.” The view came more into fruition, and you gazed in amazement. Creating a glamor, especially of this size, is a feat that not many can achieve. It takes a mage years to master the art of invisibility, let alone camouflage themselves in plain sight.

“That’s because they can’t.” You turn around when you hear the familiar sound and let out a noise of surprise when your eyes land on Yaga.

“I created it,” Yaga says from where he stands at the balcony’s entrance.

“You–You’re alive!” Gojo can sense the tears brimming in your eyes. He feels the hollow pain of mourning and confusion meld together. Now that you’re aware of his true form, the bond has made itself more apparent, making him feel inklings of your emotions. You probably do, too, but just can’t fathom it yet.

You turn to Gojo with a deep crease between your brows. Reality had shifted beneath your feet within less than a week. Life as you knew it was never going to be the same. You were part of something bigger than yourself. Bigger than anything you had ever imagined, “You have a lot to explain, Satoru.”

–

It all sounds too good to be true.

Your best friend was a dragon shifter who could only ascend if he did something for the world's greater good, which, in his case, was to protect the elves from disappearing.

“So, you’re telling me that King Zenin, the same man I had pledged my allegiance to, is murdering and consuming elves to absorb their powers?” You wished the cushioned seat of Gojo’s throne swallowed you up. You were sinking into its softness anyway. “This sounds like a conspiracy theory.”

But Yaga and Gojo look as serious as ever. Austere faces with their arms folded. You can feel the heat of the sun on your neck. The summer heat on Gojo’s Island, or Cinder, feels different compared to the heat in Rosenrot. Over here, it feels like a warm hug from the Sun. Like coming home after years of being at war.

Rosenrot was warm and humid. Debility and nausea were constant visitors. The rude townsfolk just made it worse. A shiver runs down your spine when you remember that it didn’t take them one second to nearly burn you at the stake.

“And I had to fake my death because the defenses here at Cinder were getting weaker by the day. The mages in Rosenrot seem to be progressing with the magic faster now that they’ve been concentrating elven powers into potions. I couldn’t play double agent for much longer,” Yaga continued. There are obvious elements of exhaustion on his face–dark circles, yellowing sclera, and his skin looks like it has aged ten years since his disappearance.

“That still doesn’t explain what the King plans to do with all that magic and what I’m doing here. Plus, Satoru still hasn’t told me why he chose to fool me all these years.”

“We have an insider at the castle, an elf we’ve glamored well. He told us they planned on creating a synthetic dragon through the King. They want to set off the balance of the hierarchy within the magic realm.” There’s a heaviness to Gojo’s answer that you feel deep behind your ribs, in the core of your chest. It’s odd; nothing you’ve ever felt like before. Empathy always came easily to you; it’s why you chose to become an apothecary anyway, but this was different.

It felt autoscopic. It felt like you were in someone else’s mind for a second. All too integrating.

“I’m sorry, but this is just way too much for me to process right now.” You tremble under the heat of Gojo’s gaze. There’s something beyond concern in it.

Almost like desire.

“I don’t understand where I come into this whole thing. Why’d you bring me here then?” you ask as you look up at Gojo. Yaga sighs, rubbing a hand down his face as he walks away. “I will not be explaining this part.”

Gojo gets on his knees and takes your hands in his, eyes staring up at you with the utmost sincerity.

“What does Yaga mean by that?”

The look on Gojo’s face is almost guilt-ridden like a thief who has snatched something from an innocent’s home. You can’t help but eye him with suspicion, which makes him tug your hands to his heart.

“Before I say anything, I want you to know that whatever I did was not only because of what fate has planned for us, but also because you are my friend and I care for you more than I have for anyone,” he prefaces with a gulp. “All this means nothing to me if you’re not beside me.”

“Satoru, you’re scaring me. Get to the point.”

“I lied to you about my identity to protect you. The villagers were about to kill you, and I wasn’t just going to stand and watch them take away the love of my life. My mate–we’ve been bonded to one another since our births.”

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[pink-chloes-back]

For those who wanted to know the workout:

🌸 5-Day Feminization Workout Routine with Swimming & Poise Exercises 🌸

Day 1: Full-Body Strength Training + Poise Exercises

• Warm-Up: 5-10 minutes of light cardio (jump rope, walking, or dancing)

• Squats (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Push-Ups (3 sets of 10-12 reps)

• Deadlifts (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Plank (3 sets, hold for 30-45 seconds)

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Wall Posture: Stand with your back to a wall, feet about 6 inches away, and practice standing tall with your shoulders back and chin slightly lifted for 1-2 minutes.

• Neck Rolls: Slowly roll your head in a circle, gently loosening tension and improving posture. Repeat 5 times in each direction.

• Cool Down: Stretch your legs, arms, and back.

Day 2: Swimming + Poise Practice

• Swimming (45 minutes):

• Swim laps focusing on fluid movements, alternating strokes to work on endurance. Aim for a balance of freestyle, breaststroke, and backstroke to engage different muscle groups.

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Balance Exercise: Stand tall with one foot in front of the other in a lunge position. Hold for 30 seconds, then switch feet. Practice balancing on one leg while keeping your body tall, engaging your core.

• Shoulder Blade Squeeze: Sit or stand with a straight back. Squeeze your shoulder blades together for 10 seconds, then release. Repeat for 5 sets.

• Cool Down: Stretch your arms and legs after swimming.

Day 3: Upper Body & Core Strength + Poise Exercises

• Warm-Up: 5-10 minutes of light cardio

• Dumbbell Chest Press (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Bicep Curls (3 sets of 12-15 reps)

• Tricep Press sets of 10-12 reps)

• Russian Twists (3 sets of 20 twists)

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Mirror Exercise: Stand in front of a mirror and practice your posture for 2 minutes. Ensure your shoulders are back, chin slightly lifted, and your stance is strong.

• Graceful Arm Movement: Practice slow, controlled arm movements. Hold your arms slightly bent at the elbows and move them gently up and down or side to side as if you're dancing or moving with fluidity.

• Cool Down: Stretch your arms, chest, and abs.

Day 4: Swimming + Flexibility & Poise

• Swimming (45 minutes):

• Focus on smooth, controlled strokes. You can alternate between different strokes to improve balance and fluidity.

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Posture Hold: Stand tall with your shoulders back, chest open, and feet hip-width apart. Hold the position for 2 minutes while focusing on controlled breathing and relaxation.

• Heel-to-Toe Walk: Walk in a straight line with one foot directly in front of the other for 1-2 minutes. This will help with balance and poise.

• Cool Down: Stretch your legs, shoulders, and back.

Day 5: Cardio, Full-Body Sculpt + Poise

• Warm-Up: 5-10 minutes of light cardio

• Jumping Jacks (3 sets of 30 seconds)

• Mountain Climbers (3 sets of 30 seconds)

• Planks (3 sets of 30 seconds)

• Kettlebell Swings (3 sets of 15 reps)

• Poise Exercise (at Home):

• Elegant Walking Practice: Walk around your room as if you're on a runway. Focus on fluid movements and keeping your posture aligned. Walk with confidence for 2-3 minutes.

• Neck and Shoulder Stretch: Sit or stand tall, slowly roll your shoulders in circles and then gently stretch your neck from side to side.

• Cool Down: Full-body stretch focusing on flexibility and posture.

💡 Additional Notes:

• Rest days: Take Day 6 and Day 7 as rest days or use one for light activity like walking, yoga, or stretching.

• For swimming, try to focus on fluid, graceful movements to help with endurance and poise in the water.

• Poise exercises are great for helping you develop that elegant, confident walk and improve posture.

[musclefantasytf]

Ultrazise crhonicles: Little big help

Erick was a young, skinny boy, constantly teased by his peers for his small size. He desperately wanted to have a muscular body like the other boys, but no matter how hard he worked out, it seemed he couldn't make any progress.

After a grueling training, Erick staggered into the locker room, feeling exhausted and defeated, but he knew he had to shower before returning home.As he changed, he noticed a tall, muscular, hairy man walking into the locker room. Erick was puzzled by the size of the man and could not help staring at him.

The man surprised him looking at him and asked, "Why that long face, boy?"

Erick simply shrugged his shoulders and told him about his difficulties developing muscle. The man laughed between his teeth, and revealed his name as Henry and told Erick that he had faced the same problem in the past.

Curiously, Erick asked Henry how he managed to become so big, Henry laughed between his teeth and revealed that he used to have the same problem. But then he reached into his purse and pulled out a bottle labeled "Ultrazise."

""Take a sip of this and you will be well on your way to becoming like me," said Henry smiling, handing the bottle to Erick.

Erick's eyes opened with hope and despair. He enthusiastically took the bottle and took a sip. As soon as the liquid touched his tongue, he began to feel a burning sensation running through his body. His temperature went up and sweat dripped down his face. Suddenly, He watched in amazement as his height increased to match Henry's. His chest expanded into two large muscle masses, his shoulders became as large as cannonballs, and his neck became thicker, making his voice lower.The transformation didn't stop there. Erick's triceps and biceps tripled in size and his legs became strong muscular trunks.He felt the pressure build up in his lower regions, and looked down to see hid manhood grow into a thick, long shaft, tight against his underpants. His balls got bigger and heavier, causing discomfort.His buttocks swelled into a round, firm bubble, causing his underwear to stretch to the limit, causing his underwear to burst freeing him from his tight prison, his face became more masculine and a thick beard sprouted on it. He could feel the hair growing all over his chest, until it became a lush, wild area, creating a pathway to his pubic area. He even noticed a slight layer of hair on his newly formed bubble butt.

Breathing with emotion and disbelief, Erick stood in front of the mirror, admiring his new body. Henry patted him on the shoulder, congratulating him on finally becoming a real man. Erick was amazed at his new self, but his thoughts were interrupted when Henry suddenly grabbed and squeezed his ass. Gasping in surprise, Erick felt a wave of pleasure sweep through his body.

Without warning, Henry plunged his face into Erick's ass, making swirls with his tongue that gave him chills down his back. Erick groaned with pleasure, feeling sensations he had never experienced before. After pleasing Erick, Henry turned it around and closed their lips, sharing a passionate kiss.

Erick couldn't believe what was going on. Not only had he transformed into a muscular and attractive man, but he was also experiencing desires he didn't know he had. In a daze of excitement, he allowed Henry to lead him into one of the showers.

Henry pressed Erick against the wall and removed his underpants, revealing his enormous and throbbing cock. Without hesitation, Enrique inserting his huge, throbbing cock into Erick's tight, hairy hole. It was a mind-blowing experience for Erick,

making him scream with pleasure. As they moved together, Erick couldn't believe how good it felt to be full of such a big, hard cock. Henry was an expert, he got all the right points right and took Erick to the climax in no time.

Then they lay on the ground, sweaty and breathless. Henry kissed Erick's forehead and told him he was a real man now.

[bigmpregnm]

Don't Swim in The Seine - Part 1

This is a collaboration with MY dear @musclesaber. It's a rapid mpreg story, inspired by the latest Olympic Games. Enjoy.

[Story Collection] | [●] [Part 2🔜]

The sunlight shone into the small room in the Olympic Village. Adam blinked his eyes a few times and groaned as he stretched out his limbs. Taking in his surroundings, he saw he was lying on a man’s big chest and body. Lifting his head up, Adam saw a pec shelf in front of him rising up and down with the big bear’s breaths. Adam took a few seconds to take in the sight of his lover’s chest, scratching it and groaning again as he yawned awake.

Rolling over off of the big man, Adam slugged his way out of the bed. Standing up, he realized he was naked. What the fuck did we do last night? Adam thought. He clutched his ass as he walked over and picked up his clothes. He bent down and felt a strange firmness in his lower abdomen, making him groan as he straightened up. He looked down and noticed a slight curve on his lower abs, his hand immediately moving to caress it. As he processed the sensation, something clicked in his mind, making him realize his midsection felt bloated due to the big man’s cum. So much for those no-sex beds. The bear in the bed snored and rolled over onto his side.

Adam quietly started putting on his clothes. Tugging his tight shorts over his muscular ass. “Ooo!” Adam sharply inhaled as his ass felt sore. “Fuck, you must be big all over, Joe,” whispered Adam, glancing at the big athlete’s lower body covered by the sheets, trying to find any signs of the likely impressive manhood. He pulled his tight athletic shirt over his pecs and 6-pack abs, feeling it stretch more over his lower middle as he tiptoed towards the door. “Sleep tight, Joe. I’ll see you later,” whispered Adam as he closed the door behind him.

Out in the hall, Adam quickly walked back over to his room. His steps were careful due to the soreness in his ass and hips. At 24 years old, he embodied the pinnacle of physical fitness. Standing at 6’3”, Adam was a towering figure, his broad shoulders and powerful frame immediately demanding attention. His chest was broad and solid, his pecs well-defined and firm, a result of the intense upper-body workouts expected in an expert breaststroke competitor. Below his chest, his abdomen was a masterpiece of muscle. His six-pack abs looked carved into his torso, each muscle sharply defined. His well-developed obliques added to the impressive perfection of his frame.

Adam’s biceps and triceps were thick and muscular, the kind of arms that could effortlessly propel him through the water at impressive speeds. His legs, just like the rest of his body, were thick and muscular, with quads and calves that were strong and defined. His thighs were powerful, yet not overly bulgy, a balance that gave him both speed and endurance in the water.

Adam’s facial features could only be described as strikingly handsome, with a square jawline and high cheekbones that drew most people’s attention. People gasped at his cute, handsome face wherever he went. His reddish-blonde hair, still slightly tousled from sleep, caught the early sunlight, giving it a warm, golden hue. The color contrasted sharply with his deep blue eyes. A cute, warm smile adorned his face as he approached his room, already thinking of going back to Joe later today.

Entering his room, he slammed the door behind him and saw his friend and bunkmate, James, stretching. The tall 6’6” swimmer let out a sigh of relief when he saw Adam walking in. “There you are man! I thought you were gonna miss warm-ups.” James was dressed in nothing but a robe and his speedo. 

“Sorry, sorry, long night. One of the American shot putters won gold and was buying everyone beers at the pub,” said Adam as he started changing into his gear.

“That and a late-night rendezvous at his apartment in the village makes for an even longer night. We gotta go, big guy!” Adam struggled to shove his legs into the speedo as James stood there with his goggles in hand. Pulling on his tracksuit, Adam hopped his way over to the door.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Adam ran out the door after James, and they jumped on a shuttle headed towards the river with many of the other swimmers. 

“I’m excited to swim in the Olympics, but really in this river? I’m worried about getting sick swimming in it. The Seine isn’t exactly the cleanest river,” said James as they rode the shuttle. 

“Eh, I think it’ll be fine. I’ve swum in worse. Also, they’ve been cleaning it nonstop since they announced the games were gonna be here,” Adam replied with a cocky tone in his voice that made James grunt in disagreement.

“Yeah, but didn’t you see the reports? The women were getting sick yesterday after their races. I don’t wanna get in there and possibly get E-Coli when I get out,” James added. “The water doesn’t look…sanitary.”

“Calm down, ya pansy. It’s fine. It’s just water. Maybe we’ll get superpowers like in the movies! Wouldn’t it be fun to become a fish boy? You won’t care what water you swim in cause you can breathe underwater.” Adam seemed less worried about the dangers of the waters and James’ face looked disgusted as they arrived at the river.

“You have fun with that, chum.” The pair looked at the mucky waters of the Seine River. Adam didn’t wait for his teammate and stripped off his hoodie and track pants, revealing his toned swimmer’s physique. His abs were well-defined, and his muscles honed from years of rigorous training. He jumped into the water without a second thought; splashing his friend in the process.

“Come on in, James. The water’s fine.” Adam laid back in the water and started kicking away from the shore with his abs, pecs, and head floating above the water. The water was cool against his skin, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the morning sun.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that, mate.” James hesitantly put one foot in the water and then another. Slowly submerging his whole body in the water. “God, this is going to be terrible to swim in.”

“Don’t be such a wanker. It’s fine. Totally normal.” As Adam fully dunked his head in the water, he groaned a bit as the water got into his system. Unbeknownst to him, Adam’s body was going through an odd transformation. The cum from the massive track star he’d been with the night before made contact with the water. A strange sensation began to settle in his lower abdomen—a bloated, heavy feeling that he couldn’t quite place

Coming up to breathe, Adam groaned again and shook his head in the water. “You good bud?” asked James as Adam gasped for air. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just a cold pocket right here,” said Adam as he put his hand to his midsection, his abs slightly bulged out in front of him. He remembered the bloated look on his lower abs earlier, so he ignored this new feeling, but the sensation persisted.

“Come on lads! Let’s go! Let’s go! You guys need to get warmed up!” yelled their coach. 

“Yes, coach!” replied the swimmers. They all started swimming from one side of the river to the other as Adam started to feel strange. He shoved the feeling away and kept warming up. With every stroke he took, he felt his stomach bowing out under the water. It was as if something was shifting inside him, moving and settling in a way that was unfamiliar to him. But he was too focused on his swimming to pay much attention to it.

His lower abdomen began to swell, and his abs disappeared as he kept swimming in the water. His midsection growing out like a balloon inflating underneath the water. The change was subtle at first—a slight rounding, a softening of the skin—but it quickly accelerated, his stomach expanding with each passing second. His belly quickly grew from being nonexistent to looking like he had a large meal to bulging out below him like he’d swallowed a volleyball. Yet Adam was focused on warming up and nothing more.

Adam’s powerful strokes began to falter as the bloated sensation became impossible to ignore. He felt a tightness in his skin, a growing pressure in his lower abdomen that made it difficult to move as fluidly as before. He frowned, slowing his pace as he tried to understand what was happening to him. His belly continued to swell, the taut skin stretching as it grew larger and larger. However, he never noticed what was really happening until he was getting out of the water after practice. 

“What the hell?” exclaimed James as Adam hopped out of the water.

“What?” James, the coach, the other swimmers, and numerous spectators stared at the swimming star in shock, looking at his belly.

Adam looked down, and his mouth dropped open. Jutting out in front of him instead of abs was a belly the size of a basketball. “What the fuck is this?!?”Adam’s heart raced as he placed a trembling hand on his belly, feeling the firmness of the swelling. His skin felt tight and itchy, stretched thin over the rapidly expanding mass. Adam’s breath grew shallow as he tried to process the scene.

“What did you do, Adam?” asked James through gritted teeth. Adam’s belly looked bulbous, swollen like a ball that had been inflated too much. 

“Nothing! I didn’t do anything! You saw me! I got in the river with abs and left with thi-“ Adam cut his words short as he put his hand to his mouth and his cheeks puffed out. “Bbfff oh no,” he muttered as he shoved his way past the team. His big belly sticking out in front of him and bouncing with every step.

“Adam, where are you going?” asked James as his teammate ran towards a building. Not paying attention to anyone, Adam immediately found a bathroom and started vomiting into the toilet, throwing up his entire breakfast and dinner in the process. The nausea was overwhelming, his entire body trembling as he heaved into the porcelain. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he gasped for breath, his vision blurred as he struggled to regain control of his body.

James entered the bathroom, concern evident on his face. “Man, we need to get you to a doctor. This isn’t normal.”

“No, no. We have the competition in a few minutes. I’m not letting this belly stop me from winning a medal.” choked out Adam between heaves. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face flushed and sweaty. The nausea had slightly subsided, but his stomach still felt tight and uncomfortable. The weight of his swollen belly pressed down on him. “Just give me… a few minutes to… feel better.”

James nodded, running away while Adam struggled to steady himself. He struggled to his feet, one hand steadied against the wall for support. The extra weight of his belly made even standing up a challenge, making him groan as he felt his lower back strain under the unfamiliar burden. Then, James returned with Adam’s bag. “Here, put these on. Coach says we should get going if you insist on not going to the hospital.

Adam ignored James’ comment about the hospital, focusing on the competition ahead. He splashed water on his face, washing his mouth and trying to forget about the nausea. Adam struggled out of his wet swimsuit, his swollen belly making it difficult to bend over or move as gracefully as he used to. He was so entranced by the struggles of this strange situation that he didn’t mind James staring at him all along, observing everything in his naked form.

He pulled on the sweatpants, but the waistband struggled to accommodate his expanded belly, forcing him to leave it below the swell, right above his manhood. Adam winced as he finally managed to get the pants on, the waistband cutting into his lower abdomen as it struggled to contain the new girth of his waist. The shirt wasn’t much better. What should have been a loose, comfortable fit was not tight and restrictive, the fabric clinging to the contours of his swollen abdomen. The hem barely reached the top of his sweatpants, making Adam tug at the shirt, trying to make it cover more, but it was no use—it was simply too small to accommodate his new size.

“This is ridiculous,” Adam muttered, frustration creeping into his voice as he looked at himself in the mirror. Even with the clothes on, he realized his whole body seemed different. His pecs were fuller, almost as if they had started to grow along with his belly. His thighs, once lean and muscular, now seemed thicker, more rounded, stretching the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Adam, we gotta go if we don’t want to miss the race,” James said, placing his hand on Adam’s shoulder.

“Sure,” Adam responded with a nod, taking a deep breath before coming out of the bathroom with James. Gathered around the bathroom waiting for him were paparazzi with flashing cameras pointed at the swimmers as they walked out of the bathroom.

“Adam! Adam! Can you say anything about your recent weight gain and how it will affect you during the race?” asked a reporter.

“Do you discourage other athletes from swimming in the Seine for the duration of the games?” 

“Are you going to bow out and allow your teammates to have a more fit competitor for the event?” Adam fought his way through the crowd of cameras as he held his stomach. He hadn’t realized it before in his rushed state to the toilet, but he couldn’t properly walk and was forced to waddle thanks to his gravid belly. 

“Out of his way! We have to get to the race!” yelled James as some security came over and pulled the paparazzi back. Adam groaned as he felt another wave of discomfort wash over him and his belly. He grabbed onto James’ shoulder and hunched over in pain while they walked away towards the event. Each step was a challenge. His belly, now an undeniable presence, swayed with each step, pulling at his lower back and making it difficult to maintain his usual stride.

“James, something is wrong. I don’t know what’s happening.” Adam started sweating and panting as James wrapped his arm around him. The strange tightness in his abdomen had intensified, becoming a constant, almost oppressive pressure that seemed to grow stronger with each passing minute.

“No shit, but you don’t wanna go to the hospital.” James lugged Adam away towards the massive swimming pools but failed to look down at his friend going through another transformation. Adam’s discomfort was becoming unbearable, but he gritted his teeth and kept moving forward. They had to get to the competition.

Adam shut his eyes tight as his belly swelled out an inch in every direction again. His skin tightened with each step he took as he inflated bigger and bigger like a balloon. His body lost more of its toned, athletic muscles as his defined muscles became clouded with fat. This was especially true for his pecs. While he had gotten a slightly puffier chest when he first grew his belly, now they seemed to sprout out of him like two fluffy pillows, the fabric of his shirt tightening as his chest swelled. However, these two pillows were being weighed down heavily as Adam’s nipples, usually small and flat against his skin, became erect and pointed directly at the ground, also becoming more sensitive.

Adam shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust the collar of his shirt, but it was no use. His chest was growing too quickly, the once loose t-shirt now straining across the expanding flesh. He could feel his pecs becoming rounder and heavier, each step causing them to bounce slightly against the fabric. The tightness in his shirt was becoming unbearable, the material pulling taut over his chest, the seams creaking with the strain.

As his pecs grew over his belly, Adam felt the pressure in his abdomen intensify, the bloated sensation growing more pronounced as his belly began to swell in all directions. The once small, basketball-sized bump was expanding rapidly, pushing outward and upward, the skin stretched to its limits. The lower hem of his shirt, which had already been struggling to cover his growing belly, was now riding up, exposing the pale, taut skin of his abdomen as it swelled larger and larger.

The growth was relentless. Adam could feel his belly expanding, the pressure inside him becoming almost unbearable as his abdomen grew rounder, fuller. It was no longer just a bump—it was a massive, beach ball-sized dome that jutted out in front of him, pulling at his lower back and making it impossible to stand up straight. He could hardly walk with the huge orb growing in front of him. Stretch marks formed on the side of his body as he continued to grow. He could almost hear his skin stretching as he tried to hide the discomfort from James to avoid the hospital topic again.

James, still unaware of the full extent of Adam’s transformation, tightened his grip, helping him stay upright as they walked. “Just a little farther,” James encouraged him, his focus on the pool ahead.

A new sensation hit Adam when he felt a cool touch on his upper thigh. He couldn’t see it, but his perfect bubble butt was becoming round and wide. Adam had always had a nice perky ass, but now his cheeks were growing fat and wobbly as the lower halves of them bulged inside his sweatpants, which strained to contain the increasing mass. Adam’s hips, once lean and narrow, were beginning to thicken, the muscles expanding to accommodate the added weight. He could feel his thighs thickening as well, the once smooth and defined muscles becoming softer, more rounded. The seams of his sweats, already under strain from his expanding belly, were beginning to creak ominously, the fabric pulled tight across his growing hips, butt, and thighs.

Hobbling over to the U.K. team, Adam immediately flopped himself down onto the bench and groaned in pain as his hand rubbed his beach ball-sized belly, so big that he could barely reach the furthest point on it; the skin stretched taut and shiny. The lower hem of his shirt had ridden up completely, leaving his swollen abdomen fully exposed, the tight skin gleaming in the overhead lights, his once innie belly button on display as a full blown outie now. 

“Did it get…bigger?” asked James, looking at Adam’s dome. The belly covered Adam’s entire lap as he sat on the bench, and his bulging pecs laid nicely on the round belly, pulling the fabric of his shirt taut. His nipples, now larger and more prominent, pressed against the strained fabric.

“Maybe a little,” said Adam in between pants. Before anyone could say anything, an announcer came over the loudspeaker with a message. 

“Olympians, we will be beginning the men’s swimming relay in 5 minutes.” Adam stared at his belly, which looked to be as big as half his body, then started to stand. As he heaved himself up, he heard a loud ripping sound. The seam at the back of his sweatpants had finally given way, the fabric tearing around his swollen glutes. Adam grimaced, but there was nothing he could do about it now. His entire body was swollen and uncomfortable, the weight of his belly, chest, and glutes pulling at his muscles and making it nearly impossible for him to lift himself off the bench.

“We need to get you changed,” James said, his voice filled with concern. “Or you shouldn’t compete at all!”

“You heard him. Let’s go!” said Adam through some groans, ignoring James’ concerned comments as he started struggling to take his clothes off.

With James’s help, Adam began to peel off his clothes, but it was a struggle. The shirt, already too tight, clung to his swollen chest and belly, the fabric bunching up and refusing to budge. James had to gently tug it over Adam’s head, careful not to hurt him as he maneuvered the shirt over his swollen pecs. When the shirt finally came off, Adam’s chest was fully exposed, the round, heavy muscles hanging slightly lower than they had before, his nipples larger and more sensitive than ever.

Next came the sweats, which were even more of a challenge. The waistband was stretched to its limits, the elastic band digging into the soft flesh of his hips. James carefully worked the sweatpants down over Adam’s hips and thighs, the fabric straining with every movement. As the pants finally came off, Adam’s glutes were fully revealed—round, full, and straining against the seams of his underwear, which had somehow managed to stay intact despite the growth.

James handed Adam his competition swimwear, a tight-fitting suit that was meant to streamline his body in the water. But as Adam tried to pull it on, it became clear that it wasn’t going to fit the way it used to. The material, designed to cling to his body like a second skin, now struggled to contain the massive bulk of his lower body. Every movement was a challenge, the weight of his belly pulling at his back, his chest and glutes adding to the strain. But somehow, with James’s help, he managed to get the suit on, though it was far from comfortable.

“Adam, you NEED to go to the hos-“

“It’s just a bit of indigestion. Let’s go.” Adam cut James off and waddled toward the pool. Still determined to compete in the race despite his massive belly.

Adam’s gait was slow and awkward, his body swaying with each step. His belly was so large that it forced him to waddle, his hips and fat ass swaying side to side as he struggled to maintain his balance. One hand was pressed firmly against the small of his back, the added weight pulling at his spine and making it difficult to stand up straight. His chest bounced slightly with each step, a strange sensation tingling within.

“No reason to worry,” he said to himself as he felt something shifting inside his belly, making him rub his belly in small circles. He tried to stay cool and focused on the race, but the strange fluttering intensified. The only thing he failed to realize was that his indigestion was actually the first flutters of kicks from his many sons in his new womb.

...

[blueymoons]

find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you chapter two

Two weeks later…

“I just feel horrible. I mean…how could I have done that to you?!” Mel’s voice trembled, on the edge of tears, even as she smoothed the hydrogel bandage over the burn on the side of Samira’s right tricep. 

“Mel,” Samira bent down and caught Mel’s eyes, holding the contact. She knew eye contact was sometimes hard for Mel to maintain, but she also knew, from her own experiences with Jack’s intense eye contact that it would make her words more emphatic. “Did you do it deliberately?”

Mel’s gasp almost knocked her off her own feet. “No. Oh my God, no. Of course not. It was a total accident. Sam, you don’t think—”

“Of course I don’t. I couldn’t possibly think you’d ever hurt anyone intentionally.” She wrapped her arms around Mel’s shoulders, squeezing her firmly, aware that the pressure of a hug might help Mel feel steadier, more grounded. “It was an unfortunate accident. That’s all. And I’m fine.” She stepped back and made eye contact again. “We’re fine. Okay?”

Mel’s eyes were glassy, just seconds away from welling up, but she nodded and whispered, “Okay.”

“I’m just glad we had a doctor in the house so I didn’t have to go to the emergency room and let Trinity take care of it for me,” she said with a grin and a wink as she turned away and picked up the spatula she’d dropped on the floor when the baking sheet had met her arm. 

“Two doctors, S’mira. Did you forget you’re a doctor too?” Mel’s sister, Becca put in with a sweetly girlish giggle. She’d been silently rocking side to side in her seat at the breakfast bar, while Mel had cleaned and treated the burn she’d inadvertently caused. Her hands had been gripped tightly, worry creating the deepest furrows in her brow over her glasses. Now that the crisis had passed, however, and the tension in the room had dissipated, she’d ceased her rocking and rejoined the conversation. 

“You know what, Becs? I must have.” She bonked the heel of her hand against her forehead and pulled a face at her friend’s sister as Mel took the spatula from her and began washing it at the sink. “How could I possibly have forgotten?”

“Hmmm.” Becca’s brow furrowed again as she pondered this question. Samira grinned over at Mel, charmed by the absolutely adorable expression on Becca’s face. “Maybe you need to get more rest. That’s what Mel always tells me when I forget things.”

“And Mel’s the best doctor I know so she must be right. Thank you for that advice, Becs, my love. I’ll try to remember that in the future.”

“But, S’mira…How are you gonna remember if you don’t get any rest.” Becca twinkled innocently mischievous.

“That’s quite a conundrum,” Mel inserted with a laugh. “Why don’t you go wash your hands in the bathroom, Becca, while Sam and I clean this mess up?”

“And cookies after?” Becca called as she scooted out of her chair and dashed out of the room.

“And cookies after,” Mel called after her as she handed the now cleaned spatula to Samira.

“I love her so much, Mel. She’s so funny.” Samira said as she began transferring the cookies they’d spent the evening baking into various containers. One for Samira to take home, one for Mel and Becca to keep and one for Mel to take to the hospital in the morning to share with the rest of the Pitt Crew.

“She’s the best.” Mel agreed with a tiredness in her smile that Samira didn’t miss. 

“Is she getting better with the new schedule? Adjusting well?”

“Seems to be. Monica says she’s developed a routine for the nights she’s staying over at the center, and she does seem happier on the days she’s here at home.”

As Mel’s workload at the hospital had increased, she’d begun to feel that the quality of care she’d been giving Becca was slipping and Samira knew that it had taken some immeasurable bravery for Mel to reach out to Kiara and ask for help with transitioning Becca to half week stays at the adult center she went to while Mel was at work. Mel took Becca’s welfare more seriously than she took her own at times and everyone at The Pitt had been relieved to see Mel looking more well rested and cheerful in the past few weeks as Becca had begun staying overnight at the center more often. 

“Plus, she comes home with the juiciest gossip and most interesting stories,” Mel whispered conspiratorially. “I swear sometimes I think she’s more observant than Dr. Abbot.”

And on cue, at just the mention of his name, the ivy on Samira’s right calf started itching. Just like it always did when Dr. Jack Abbot was mentioned, or near. 

Or, when she thought of him in the dark of her bedroom.

She and Mel finished cleaning up the kitchen and settled down to play a round of Uno with Becca while they nibbled on the freshly baked cookies, but an hour later, after she’d hugged both King sisters and carried her container of cookies to her car, the ivy was still itching. 

She walked into The Pitt the next afternoon at five-thirty, ready for her first night shift in a month. She’d tried to limit the times she worked the night shift, because night shifts meant being near Jack, and being near Jack meant the possibility of him noticing and commenting on the one wound flower she couldn’t hide easily, and, of course, the persistent rustling itch of the ivy.

Sometimes the fern rustled along her skin too, its single leaf tickling lightly, but its gentle tickling itch was more easily ignored than the bristling of her calf full of thick ivy and vines. 

It really did seem more sentient these days. 

And so, she tried everything possible to not exacerbate its insistence, including avoidance, even though she was well aware that she was sacrificing valuable learning opportunities by avoiding working with Jack. 

She hadn’t been able to avoid this shift though, not when parker’s mother had fallen ill and had been hospitalized. Parker, naturally, wanted to be there for her mother, and Samira, who knew what it was like to lose a parent, had immediately volunteered to pick up Parker’s shifts until she could return to PTMC.

She was stowing her bag in her locker and trading her outside shoes for her hospital only shoes when Mel dashed into the room at top speed, comically skidding to a stop at Samira’s side. 

“Dr. Abbot has poppies on the side of his right tricep,” she whispered frantically, and the laugh that had been bubbling up Samira’s throat turned into a choking cough as her stomach lurched with a feeling like she’d missed a step on a flight of stairs.

She cursed inwardly. She should have seen this coming.

“I overheard him talking to Robby about it. Apparently they showed up last night.” Mel continued, her eyebrows rising over the frame of her glasses significantly as she hissed the last two words.

“He told Robby?” Samira asked dumbly, her mind churning, trying to come up with a way to explain away this turn of events and prevent Mel from coming to the obvious conclusion she was already working up to.

“He did. He came straight in about thirty minutes ago and asked to talk to Robby in T1. I was outside the room, chatting with Trin, and saw him showing them to Robby. And then, as they were leaving to go to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee I heard him saying something like, ‘I didn’t think you could have two, Robby. How do I have wound blooms again? I already had mine.”

Samira stood there wordlessly, her brain still frantically searching for a way out of this. . 

“Sam,” Mel hesitated before going on. “Sam, do you think he might…” she trailed off as Samira’s eyes met hers before covering a soft, but deeply shocked, gasp with her hands. 

“Oh. My. G—” Samira’s head dropped heavily onto her shoulder, cutting off her exclamation. 

“What am I gonna do, Mel?” she wailed in a frantic whisper.

“Did you know before now, Sam?”

Samira nodded against her shoulder.

“How?” Mel asked.

Samira sighed and leaned down, quickly pulled up the cuff of her scrub pants so that Mel could see a sliver of the ivy twining around her leg. 

“Ohhh. Right. Of course.” Mel nodded, dumbfounded. “How long have you known?”

“Two months after I started my residency.” She rested her forehead on Mel’s shoulder again. Mel’s hand patted her shoulder awkwardly at first, before beginning to stroke it softly. 

“Do you want to call off? I can cover you. Becca’s back at the center for the next few days.”

Samira shook her head, “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. It’s been years now and he still doesn’t know.” She lifted her head off Mel’s shoulder, rolling her shoulders back and standing up straight as though doing so would make this whole problem go away. “He doesn’t know. He never has to know. And if I just pretend that this isn’t happening, then it doesn’t have to matter. Right?” She heard the anxious edge to her voice

“It must have been so hard to hide, though,” Mel said softly, and not without a small amount of pity. 

“Not too hard. He never sees me in anything but scrubs and they hide the ivy and…others.”

“You have others?!?” Mel’s eyes were huge behind her glasses as she took this information in..

Samira nodded miserably. “One on my deltoid and another on my waist.” She tapped each spot as she mentioned them. 

“It makes sense, I guess,” Mel mused. “He was in the Army.”

“The buttercup is the one I can’t hide. But I don’t think he’s seen it yet, especially since anytime he’s looking at my hands or close enough to see it, I’m usually wearing gloves.” She held up her knuckle with the tiny yellow flower and leaves.

Mel stroked it with the tip of her finger, entranced by it’s smallness. “Tiny.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Mel, listen—”

“You don’t have to ask, you know. I’d never say anything. But,” Mel hesitated for a minute, glancing out into the main room with a wistful look on her face that Samira knew wouldn’t have been nearly as wistful if Dr. Frank Langdon was still there to bounce from bay to bay like a hyperactive terrier. “Don’t you want to tell him eventually? Don’t you want to know what would happen?” Then under her breath, “I would.”

Samira sighed. “Honestly, Mel? I don’t know. There’re so many things to consider. Technically, I’m his subordinate. He’s at least twelve years older than me. He’s a widower. He may not even like me or want to twine with me. You know he’s a loner.”

“Do you think maybe it’s possible that he’s not a loner? Maybe he’s just lonely.” 

Samira found herself wishing she could blink and bring Langdon back to The Pitt. Mel’s  words had been filled with so much aching loneliness that she wasn’t sure even Mel herself was aware of. Instead, she took Mel’s hands in hers, offering silent comfort and squeezing them firmly, then her wrists, then her forearms, before finishing with a hug and a whispered, “I can’t yet,”. Mel’s braid rubbed against her cheek as she nodded her silent understanding. 

And as the ivy began to itch, Samira watched over Mel’s shoulder as Dr. Jack Abbot walked through the doors of the department beside Robby, a paper coffee cup in his buttercup hand and the silver strands of his hair seeming glinting under the fluorescent lights. 

It was going to be a long night.

[iyiadebizz]

Optimize Your Triceps Extension Form for Better Results

Are you looking to maximize your arm strength and build well-defined muscles? The triceps, making up two-thirds of your upper arm, play a crucial role in achieving this goal1. Perfecting your tricep exercise technique can lead to better results and reduce the risk of injury. This guide will help you understand the importance of proper movement and alignment during your workouts. Whether you’re…

[healthyfitlifestyle09]

Best bodyweight exercises for chest and triceps

"Chest and Triceps Bodyweight Blast: The Push-Pump Duo"

Diamond Push-Ups: Begin with this triceps-focused variation of the classic push-up. Get into a push-up position, but place your hands close together, forming a diamond shape with your thumbs and index fingers. Lower your chest towards your hands, engaging your triceps. Do 3 sets of 12-15 reps.

Decline Push-Ups: Target your upper chest and triceps with decline push-ups. Place your feet on an elevated surface, like a bench or step, and your hands on the ground. Lower your chest towards the ground and push back up. Perform 3 sets of 10-12 reps.

Dips: Find parallel bars or use the edge of a sturdy bench or two stable chairs. Lower your body by bending your elbows and then push yourself back up. Dips work wonders for your triceps and lower chest. Aim for 3 sets of 8-10 reps.

Close-Grip Push-Ups: These emphasize your triceps and inner chest. Place your hands shoulder-width apart and perform push-ups. Do 3 sets of 12-15 reps.

Push-Up Variations: Regular push-ups are excellent for overall chest development. Incorporate different variations like wide-grip, staggered, and explosive push-ups for a comprehensive chest workout. Perform 3 sets of 10-12 reps for each variation.

Triceps Bench Dips: Sit on the edge of a bench with your hands gripping the edge beside your hips. Lower your body off the bench while keeping your feet extended in front. Push yourself back up using your triceps. Do 3 sets of 12-15 reps.

Pike Push-Ups: Focus on your triceps and shoulders with this yoga-inspired exercise. Get into a downward dog position (body inverted with your hips raised) and perform push-ups. Do 3 sets of 10-12 reps.

Cool Down: Finish your chest and triceps workout with 5-10 minutes of gentle stretching, targeting your chest, triceps, and shoulders.

Remember to maintain proper form and control throughout these exercises to maximize effectiveness and minimize the risk of injury. Adjust the difficulty by changing the number of reps or sets and gradually progress as your strength improves.

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Are 5 Exercises Enough for Chest Day?

Yes, 5 exercises are enough for chest day if they effectively target all areas of the pectoralis major and minor, ensuring balanced development. The key is to choose compound and isolation movements that work the upper, middle, and lower chest while considering factors like volume, intensity, and recovery.

How Many Exercises Should You Do for Chest?

The ideal number of exercises depends on your experience level, training frequency, and goals:

Beginners (0-6 months): 3-4 exercises (8-12 reps, 3-4 sets)

Intermediate (6-18 months): 4-5 exercises (8-12 reps, 3-4 sets)

Advanced (18+ months): 5-6 exercises (6-12 reps, 4-5 sets)

A well-structured 5-exercise chest workout can be sufficient for muscle growth, provided you train with progressive overload and proper form.

5 Best Chest Exercises for Maximum Growth

Here’s a well-rounded 5-exercise chest workout that hits all areas:

1. Barbell Bench Press (Flat or Incline)

📌 Muscles Worked: Middle/Upper Chest, Triceps, Shoulders 🔹 Sets & Reps: 4 sets of 6-10 reps 🔹 Why It Works: The best compound movement for building chest strength and mass.

2. Dumbbell Incline Press

📌 Muscles Worked: Upper Chest, Triceps, Shoulders 🔹 Sets & Reps: 3-4 sets of 8-12 reps 🔹 Why It Works: Helps develop the upper chest, which is often lagging.

3. Dumbbell or Machine Chest Fly

📌 Muscles Worked: Inner & Outer Chest 🔹 Sets & Reps: 3 sets of 10-12 reps 🔹 Why It Works: Stretches and contracts the pectorals for improved chest width and definition.

4. Decline Press (Barbell or Dumbbell)

📌 Muscles Worked: Lower Chest 🔹 Sets & Reps: 3-4 sets of 8-12 reps 🔹 Why It Works: Adds fullness to the lower chest and enhances overall size.

5. Dips or Machine Dips

📌 Muscles Worked: Lower Chest, Triceps 🔹 Sets & Reps: 3 sets of 10-12 reps 🔹 Why It Works: Excellent for finishing your workout with a deep stretch and contraction.

Additional Considerations

✔ Progressive Overload: Increase weight, reps, or sets over time. ✔ Proper Form: Prevents injury and ensures muscle activation. ✔ Rest & Recovery: Chest muscles need 48 hours to recover. ✔ Nutrition & Protein Intake: Essential for muscle repair & growth.

Final Verdict: Is 5 Chest Exercises Enough?

Yes! If you choose compound and isolation movements strategically, 5 exercises can be optimal for building size, strength, and definition in your chest. Keep your training intense, progressive, and balanced for the best results.

Would you like help structuring your weekly chest training routine? Let me know! 💪🔥

[disease-danger-darkness-silence]

Gonna start just keeping track of shit I need for this jaunt of homelessness.

Turns out that we technically aren't supposed to camp for more than 2 weeks in a 30-day period at this district's state campgrounds. Most of the camp hosts are pretty chill as long as you're not an asshole but some high-demand places, like washoe valley, are apparently assholes about it. And some of the campgrounds haven't opened their bathrooms yet. So they're basically still primative camping (like Lahontan, which is where I was GONNA go next, bc Washoe is cold asf rn).

This is for my reference, but do feel free to eyeball this for helping unhoused people that camp? I'll post a list of what gear I have at some point and link it from this post.

(As usual, there are a few things most all unhoused people need: food that doesn't have to be cooked or refrigerated (if they don't have SNAP or not a lot of SNAP), pet food or snacks if they have pets, socks, packets of laundry detergent, pre-pasted toothbrushes, deodorant, period supplies, and MONEY. Like, will they use the money for the things they need the most, cuz they know what they need and want. If you don't approve of them spending money you gave them on drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, then maybe don't try to help them. It's a gift of money. You don't get to dictate how they spend it.)

OK. Things I need/would make things a lot easier/need to do, or things I need to brainstorm. Helping brainstorm would be amaze, if anyone smarter than me wants to take a peek.

1. $119 for T-Mo to not shut us off. I had to make a payment arrangement bc a bunch of fees got added on. Apparently the auto-pay got removed from the account. *sigh* The total we owe is $306 but that's the rest of this month AND next month.

I was planning on having the car fixed by now, so we'd be able to doordash this, but I didn't expect to develop a weird nerve issue in my non-dominant hand that's tied to my tricep and is preventing me from doing anything that requires like. Manual dexterity.

I don't have a whole lot that I could sell that I don't have emotional attachment to or that I don't need. The only thing I can think of is my PS5, but it's the crappiest version and the controller is broken so I don't honestly think I would even get what I need for it. Maybe my handgun? Maybe? But I'd rather not, because like. Protection from wildlife?

2. A teakettle that can take being used over open flame. Also some other assorted cookware, but mainly the kettle. I'm keeping my eye on the local buy, sell, trade groups. If I had money I'd hit some yard sales today. Alas. Someone gave me one. And a gorgeous Dutch oven!

3. A few more spatulas. I can get those at the dollar tree whenever we get paid. Right now we have one. Luckily we have a cast iron skillet, because it's a metal one and those are a terrible idea to use on Teflon-coated pans. A few other random dollar tree utensils, too, like a grater.

4. A better dishwashing tub. The one I have is awful. I think there's one at the dollar tree that's better. Oh, I also need to remember to grab my dishwashing gloves from Tab's house next time we go there.

5. A smaller cooler. Apparently I did right with our big group-camping cooler when I got a marine cooler, but it's massive and in storage. I need a smaller version, and I found one on Amazon (I know, but I'm poor. Like literally living in a tent). I am thinking I may sell the big one. It's a nice one, needs a good sterilizing and one minor fix, but it's a good cooler and only been used like twice. I can use the profits from that to buy a new, smaller cooler and also some better tent stakes (because the shitty metal ones suuuuck).

6. A chuck box small enough to fit in the car but large enough to hold our camp kitchen stuff. What's a chuck box? This is an example:

I made plans for one last night at our stitch n bitch that we do with some friends, and I even have most of the hardware for it.

(Not pictured: the inset handles that will be on both sides to carry the thing. Whoops. Didn't make it to the final draft.)

Next time I'm at Tab's I'll grab my laptop and do the 3D mockup and blueprints in SolidWorks. That way I can have the measurements be exact and the blueprints be boss asf. I think it'll even make me a cut plan.

I just need a little bit more hardware (corner caps, the handles, the knobs, the latches) and the wood. I'd like to reclaim some wood from pallets and such, but some of it I'm gonna have to buy, and that's a pain in the ass. I also need some manual dexterity, and some supplies I can't repurpose, like protective stain. Luckily, Tab is willing to let me do the construction at her house, so long as I rent a uhaul to do another dump run next payday, which I was planning on anyway. I gonna make it so that it's set up to sit on some IKEA tripod table legs I have that take up almost no space.

7. A toilet seat made for sitting on a bucket. We have a bucket, but the toilet seat is a necessity with how much both of us have to use the damn thing.

One of these bad boys. Probably also a modesty tent of some sort for it. If we have to camp primative, neither of us is comfortable shitting in the ground, because of our tummy issues. (Plus, I don't like campground bathrooms. Filled with black widows.)

8. A portable litter tray. We have a dollar store one and it'll do, but it's gonna be a whole... thing trying to keep the litter safe while moving. Also, turns out Emily views using the liter box on the tent porch as a vulnerability, so I need to come up with some sort of secure-ish pop-up tent option for the litter box, or else I have to watch her poop.

Maybe I can make a cat yurt for it. If we're camping primative I can probably make a catio-style tunnel to lead to the privacy tent so that the litter box and toilet are next to each other, idk.

9. A better leash and harness for Emily would be nice. I took the existing shitty one and used what little manual dexterity I have left and crocheted an addition to the front so she can't wriggle out of it as easily, but it's... Not ideal.

10. Power banks, 20,000mah minimum. Preferably ones that have a solar charge option. If I could afford a solar generator set, I would.

11. A new fly pole for our tent. The center one that goes in the cover here. I have the specs for it (285cm, 11mm thick, fiberglass with latex coating on the ends), and I even found a place that'll make it for $20 plus shipping (like half the price Coleman will make it for, and it's their tent).

Just gotta rig something up until payday. I scavenged my old tent yesterday, but it's not the right kind of tent rod; it's not held together with tension, it's held together with switches and folds. Don't get me wrong, I can use it for something else equally useful! Just not for this. Tab says she has an old tent rod that may work until then.

12. A ROOF RACK. Half of my current item issues are bc I drive a sedan. Don't get me wrong, it's spacious, but it's no pickup truck or SUV. It's bare-roofed, and there are universal roof racks out there. I found one that should fit (my roof is 50" edge of door to edge of door) for $50ish. I want to eventually get one of those like... Metal baskets to lash to the roof rack, but just the roof rack alone will be fkn amazing.

13. More of those body wash cloths. They're amazing and I'm about out. I need them. Keeping clean was hard BEFORE. Now it's near-impossible. I've been using what I have, which is paper towels and isopropyl alcohol. Not. Good. For. Your. Skin.

14. A few different bug repellant options. We need more citronella tiki fuel and probably more tiki torches (we have a tabletop one and one that became a tabletop one bc the holder broke). We need probably some DEET spray or those bracelets that you wear that keep bugs away. We need some more stuff that we can just have around camp and in the tent to kill or keep away bugs. Nevada has both annoying and deadly bugs.

15. Some way to keep the tent warm at night for the next month or so. It won't be getting warm at night for a while yet, and last night was so cold Emily came and curled up with us in our bedding, which she never does. We have a little propane heater but 1. Propane can be toxic to use indoors, even in the tent, and 2. The propane we have is for cooking bc starting a fire at a campground is fkn dangerous here. Desert. If anyone has any safe (especially pet-safe) ideas, let me know?

16. Portable sun-shade options that aren't just EZ-ups. Those take up more space than I currently have available, but I burn so easily. Yesterday I burned really bad just being outside for an hour doing dishes, even when I put sunscreen on. Ridiculous! Luckily after I burn, I tan. That, and my hair when it's long, are the only ways you can tell I'm part Native.

17. Brake pads, spark plugs, and an oil change. Once I fix the things I currently can with the car, because of the parts and knowledge I have (the wheel speed sensor, the air actuators, the windshield chip, the radiator, the thermostat), I still need to make sure this dumb bitch of a car can survive this. She's our home base atm. If I can't get a whole oil change I need to at least get a big 5 quart jug of oil. But an oil change would be good. I also need to take her to the tire shop and find out why the tires are slow leaking.

18. Rechargeable portable fans. It's about to get hot and I'm not sure how long we're gonna be in this situation, because I'm not sure we're going to Oregon anymore. I am working on potentially getting the original charges dropped, because Raven shouldn't have been charged in the first place - they were attacked in their sleep by their wife at the time. So the VA legal services may be able to get the charges dropped. But we can't get into a place until we don't have that false DV charge following us. So. Rechargeable portable fans. Bc it's about to get super fucking hot.

19. Coffee stuff. I cannot exist on instant coffee. I simply cannot. It'll work for now but I get coffee beans at the food banks (bc we have a Starbucks roasting plant in this area) and a friend who works at sbux roasting gives me beans all the time. I need me some coffee stuff. A pour-over cup attachment and a manual grinder would be fkn amazing. Also need to get some hot cocoa for Raven - they don't drink coffee or tea (which I have a bunch of), but on cold nights they could be drinking hot cocoa.

20. A fold-up camp table, and a small, low table for in the tent. I had a table, and I destroyed it by accident. Right now I have... A TV tray. I don't want the TV tray. It's too tall for in the tent, and too small for primative camping. I think I may be able to get something cheaply at either Big 5 or Harbor Freight.

21. Something to keep all of my first aid supplies in. I have a massive amount of first aid supplies - not just OTC meds, but like. Bandages. Splints. IV tubes. Air tubes. Breathing assistance. QuikClot. Bandages for fucking sucking chest wounds. (Trying to get EpiPens.)

I'm a street medic when I go to protests, I used to be an EMT-B, and I'm trying to get my EMT-B again. But I have these medical supplies and I need a bag that's the right type and size to store it all in effectively. I found a "tactical" backpack that opens in like... A book format? On Amazon for $40, in Red Cross Red. I think I need to just buckle down and get it. I also need a toiletries bag, but that's easier, I can probs find something at the dollar store.

[meg2md]

Finished Volume 41 of Berserk, the last of Miura's work before he died, and I am unwell. I can't believe I didn't know about this series before recently!!!! I'm wrecked. It got me through the first three weeks of this night block, but I'm not sure how I'm supposed to survive the last week when I'll just be perseverating on the unfinished story :(

I still have work I need to do (M&M, AROM/FSE demos, surgical skills session paperwork) but I'm just not motivated.... All I want to do is re-read Berserk, go to the gym, and roleplay Guts and Casca fucking shit up in various video games :') at least I have this weekend off, because I've worked essentially three weeks straight and I'm tired

I got my first pull-up back at the end of August but haven't been able to progress past 1-2 with "ok" form and we're mid-way through October. I pulled the trigger on a pull-up bar and am going to try and focus my gym workouts on training specific muscles used for pull-ups but not unassisted pull-ups themselves, since I think too much of my limited gym time is wasted spinning my wheels with possibly questionable form when I could just do them at home when I have a spare second. I feasibly can only make it to the gym twice per week. There's just isn't enough time in residency to get all my extracurricular work done, clean my apartment, and enjoy life/hobbies/friends if I do any more than that. Which is sad. It's like, what's the point of life? Will I look back in 10, 20 years and actually be happy with everything I've accomplished? I don't think the answer is necessarily "yes" right now because I'm lonely and overworked and not sure what the point of anything is (lol I'm doing gr8) but that's another discussion. The only thing I know is that my physique/fitness/athleticism is one of the only things even remotely in my control, even if it still feels mostly out of my control due to residency constraints (poor eating habits, no time)

And yet we struggle on (gatsu <3)

I lost my 24/7 keycard to my gym so I'm going to hit the nursing school "gym" when I get off in the morning, plan for a "pull-up supplement" routine as follows:

Elliptical warm-up x10 min

Should rolls with bar, straight arm for warm-up

Inverted rows (with rings if able, otherwise barbell)

Bench press

Seated cable row

Superset tricep dips/t-arm raise

Superset dumbbell pull-overs/y-arm raise

Straight-arm Pushdown

Wide-grip scapula pull-ups

Dead hang

Ab exercise/hollow body rocks

General things to focus on for pull-ups:

External arm rotation for scapular activation, chest up;

Generate push-up/pull-up/bench press from muscles between shoulder blades; don't pull from hands - imagine arm is upper jaw, side is lower jaw and "biting down" to close versus "pulling up" (drive from your lats)!;

Body curls - bring legs up to bar

Target wide grip because it's my weakness, can focus on lats and small shoulder blade muscles

Practice hard movements, assisted if needed, to develop neuromuscular patterns - don't break form!! Stay within ROM with good form!! High rep/volume these movements

Focus on shoulders AWAY from neck for pull-ups and push-ups; engage back

[strengthpillar]

What are the best gym exercises for enhancing overall full-body muscle growth?

If your goal is full body muscle growth, compound exercises are by far the best way to increase mass, strength and balance. Compound exercises address multiple muscle groups at once, and are effective in increasing hormonal response in addition to promoting greater muscle growth than isolation-based workouts.

💪 Best Gym Exercises for Full-Body Muscle Gain:

1. Squats – The king of leg exercises. Engages quadriceps, hamstrings, glutes, and core.

2. Deadlifts – Full posterior chain movement. Engages back, glutes, hamstrings, and core.

3. Bench Press – Primary chest movement in addition to shoulders & triceps.

4. Pull-Ups/Lat Pulldown – Establishes back training in addition to biceps.

5. Overhead press – Greatly improves shoulder and triceps development.

6. Barbell Rows/Dumbbell Rows – Establishes thickness of back in addition to biceps.

7. Lunges – Increases leg size and balance.

8. Planks/Leg Raises – Primarily core-focused exercise that improves stability and control.

🔥 Best Part!

Train 3-4 days a week with a day rest in between

Training should be progressive overload- with heavier weights!

Follow a high protein diet (1g protein per pound of bodyweight)

Get 7-8 hours of sleep per night

Remain consistent for a minimum of 8-12 weeks

By combining these gym exercises with good nutrition and rest/mobility, you will find yourself on the path to massive full-body muscle growth.

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Unlocking Muscle Growth: Science, Strategy, and Sustainability

Building muscle isn’t just about lifting weights — it’s a smart combination of science, effort, and consistency. Whether you're a beginner looking to bulk up or someone aiming to improve muscle definition, understanding the key principles of muscle growth is essential.---

### **What is Muscle Growth?**

Muscle growth, or **hypertrophy**, occurs when muscle fibers sustain damage from resistance training, prompting the body to repair and rebuild them larger and stronger. This process is influenced by mechanical tension, muscle damage, and metabolic stress — the three core drivers of hypertrophy.---

### **Key Factors That Fuel Muscle Growth

1. **Progressive Overload**To grow, muscles need to be challenged. This means gradually increasing the weight, reps, or intensity of your workouts. Without progressive overload, your body has no reason to adapt.

2. **Proper Nutrition**Muscles don’t grow in the gym — they grow with food and rest. Aim for:* **Protein**: 1.6 to 2.2g per kg of body weight daily.* **Carbohydrates**: Fuel intense workouts and aid recovery.* **Healthy fats**: Support hormone production, including testosterone, which is essential for muscle development.

3. **Rest and Recovery**Muscles rebuild when you rest. Sleep (7–9 hours) is critical, as is spacing out intense training sessions. Overtraining can halt progress and increase injury risk.

4. **Consistency and Patience**Muscle gain is not instant. Visible changes may take weeks or even months. Trust the process and stay disciplined.---Best Training Practices for Muscle Gain*

**Compound lifts** (e.g., squats, bench press, deadlifts) should be the foundation.* Include **isolation exercises** (e.g., bicep curls, triceps extensions) for muscle detail.* Train each muscle group **2 times per week** for optimal hypertrophy.* Rest between sets: **30–90 seconds** for hypertrophy-focused training.--

Avoid These Common Mistakes*** **Skipping warm-ups or stretching**: Increases injury risk.* **Relying solely on supplements**: Whole foods come first.* **Impatience**: Muscle growth is a marathon, not a sprint.

*Final Thoughts**Muscle growth is a blend of science and dedication. Prioritize smart training, quality nutrition, and recovery to achieve your physique goals. The journey requires discipline, but the rewards — improved strength, aesthetics, and confidence — are well worth the grind.Whether you're just getting started or refining your routine, stay consistent, lift with purpose, and let the gains come