#hyper biceps

[bodybuildersshaveyourheads]

[woaiechin]

“So big, with the huge bird bro, you are gonna win this game. My God you just make me so harrrrrrrrrd! Damn”

“Let me suffocate in your huge pecs!”

Amazing image from @landofadonises

[ai-musclebound]

[rvgrrr67]

Magnificence musculaire !

[aibigbois]

Welcome back Musclenation! So great to be hanging out with you guys for today’s stream. As you know today is Grow Day Sunday. Thanks to my sponsor XXXLabs. who have provided today’s case of growth serum.

So if you want to see me grow and hit my goal of being too big to fit on my webcam, today’s your chance to donate!

You can see the prices in the chat but as a reminder: $10 for a flex, $100 for 1 injection, $500 for 1 vial of the growth serum in a muscle of your choice, for $1000 I’ll inject 10 vials all at once.

Looking at my box of growth serum I’ve got nearly 500 vials in here so let’s get donating and GROWING!

[hugebrawnophile]

Original by:

https://x.com/CoachThor2/

[mega-emergent-daimon]

I've always been a Popeye fan! I like the idea of the small guy growing super strong muscles to defeat the big bully, and Popeye's biceps got a huge pump from spinach. Unconquerable muscle power.

[bodybuildersshaveyourheads]

[woaiechin]

Muscle Daddy is the most popular no matter where he is.

Amazing image from @joepringle

Video by me

[ai-musclebound]

[aibigbois]

Rembrandt's genius in portraying muscular subjects lies in his masterful use of chiaroscuro, deftly playing with light and shadow to accentuate the contours of the massively muscular human form. In works like the above he goes beyond mere anatomical precision, infusing his subjects with a profound emotional depth. The interplay of light on rippling enormous muscles not only showcases his technical brilliance but also conveys a palpable sense of vitality. Rembrandt's ability to capture the physicality and psychological complexity of extremely hypermuscular individuals elevates his paintings into powerful narratives of the human experience, where each brushstroke delves into the intricacies of strength, vulnerability, and the fragility of life.

[hugebrawnophile]

[massive-tacklebuffbot]

My... BIG BUFF BICEPS 😝 💦... there big or large of my big hyper body >:3, and new look outfit, let's just say it's my workout clothes, so yep... bug hug muscles that my sona had >:3

[bodybuildersshaveyourheads]

[woaiechin]

My boyfriend's giant body wrapped around me, making it difficult for me to breathe, but it was all worth it.

Amazing image from @oversizedmen

[ai-musclebound]

> Jay's story – part 2 <

And I did. It seemed the easiest way out. Debt-free, strong body, new opportunities. What could possibly go wrong?

After a few weeks, my body began to change. It happened slowly but steadily. The muscles in my arms, shoulders, and back – they grew in ways I could have never imagined. I couldn’t deny it – I liked it. Every time I looked in the mirror, I felt a little stronger, a little��� more significant. I wanted more. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was the right path.

"You will continue to grow," the voice often said when I questioned whether this was all necessary. "Trust the process." It was always the same – the monotonous commands from the speaker, drawing me deeper into this new routine. And I followed.

But something inside me began to shift. It wasn’t just my body that was changing – it was my mind. Before, I might have fought back, resisted the commands, but now… Now it felt good to not have to decide. It was as if I had finally found what I had always been looking for: someone to tell me what to do. Someone to take over because I just couldn’t handle it myself. Wasn’t this proof? If I could manage my life, I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

Over time, I not only enjoyed the physical transformation but also the surrender of control. It was so much easier to follow instructions. No thinking. No deciding. No risk of making mistakes. All I had to do was obey, and everything would work out on its own.

The voice ordered me to take steroids, and I complied without hesitation. I watched my body grow faster and faster, my muscles bulging under my skin, and with each new dose, the desire to make decisions faded further. Why would I even want to? It was easier to leave it to the savior. He knew what was best for me. Better than I ever did.

Sometimes, after a workout, I would catch myself enjoying my own submission as I flexed my enormous muscles in the mirror. What’s wrong with me? I would ask myself as I gazed at my grotesquely transformed body. But instead of rebelling, I felt aroused. It was a twisted excitement, a mixture of fear and lust, pulling me deeper into this abyss. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop.