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If anything, the shakes work a little too well...

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Gymnasts

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KG. IG: kilograms.and.k9s

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Post dinner aftermath, My appetite is getting bigger and bigger 🤣

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Zeb Atlas

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His pecs are very squeezable😤✅

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Oliver tightening up nicely

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Forget who you are

Blow yourself up with muscle

Stuff yourself with protein

Belch after every sentence

Become a total muscle slob.

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The new recruits

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Meathead Police Officer

Mario, a vibrant 25-year-old police officer, was known for his dedication and enthusiasm on the force. His life took a dark turn when his sergeant, a stern and intimidating figure, took an unusual interest in his "discipline" and "focus". The sergeant, a man of few words but intense stare, saw potential in Mario but wanted to "shape" him into something more. He had a peculiar method in mind, one that would test Mario's limits and transform him into something far more intense and focused than a simple cop.

One fateful day, the sergeant summoned Mario to his office. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with an unsettling tension. The sergeant handed Mario a small, ominous-looking box. "What's this, Sergeant?" Mario asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

"Open it," the sergeant commanded, his voice as cold as steel.

Mario obeyed, lifting the lid to reveal a gleaming steel chastity device, its interior lined with menacing spikes. His eyes widened in horror as he realized the purpose of this sinister contraption. "You want me to wear this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The sergeant nodded, a hint of a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "It will keep you focused, officer. No more distractions, no more release. Just pure, unadulterated dedication to your duty and your body."

Mario hesitated, but the sergeant's stern gaze left him no choice. He submitted to the humiliation, allowing the sergeant to secure the device around his throbbing cock. The spikes dug into his sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pain and a rush of blood to his groin. He winced, already feeling the relentless ache that would become his constant companion.

Over the next few days, Mario found himself in a living hell. The chastity device ensured that he was always on the verge of orgasm, his cock perpetually hard and aching, but unable to find release. His mind was a fog of lust and frustration, his body a tense, coiled spring of unspent energy. He started to understand the sergeant's true intent: to push him to his physical and mental limits, to forge him into a weapon of pure discipline and strength.

The sergeant didn't stop at the chastity device. He enforced a rigorous workout regimen, turning Mario into a gym addict. Mario spent hours in the gym, lifting weights, pushing his body to the brink of exhaustion. The earphones, constantly pumping loud, intense music into his ears, blocked out the world, leaving only the sergeant's voice and the rhythm of his own grunts and strains. He was a meathead, a mindless beast of muscle and sweat, existing only to obey the sergeant's commands.

As the days turned into weeks, Mario's body transformed. He bulged with muscle, his physique a testament to the relentless training and the sergeant's cruel discipline. His cock, however, remained a shrunken, sensitive nub, forever trapped in the spiked cage. He dreamed of release, of the sweet, aching orgasm that always hovered just out of reach. His mind was a haze of lust and exhaustion, his only solace the brief moments of oblivion that came with sleep.

One day, as Mario waited for the sergeant, shirtless and sweating, his earphones blaring hypnotic spells, he felt a sense of dread and anticipation. He knew the sergeant would eventually seal the device permanently, but the thought of that first, explosive orgasm was both a blessing and a curse. He had become a slave to his body, to the relentless cycle of pain and pleasure, of discipline and release.

"Today, officer," the sergeant said, his voice a low growl, "you will learn the true meaning of control."

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Jack POV #jackandthebeanstalk 🌿

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For him, mass is the ultimate currency. It’s not about being shredded or maintaining a polished physique for the crowd – it’s about size, dominance, and the sheer, undeniable power of taking up space. Every inch of his frame demands attention, his body a testament to unrelenting hunger and an almost feral obsession with growth. The faint layer of softness that clings to his bulk doesn’t concern him; it’s simply a side effect of building a body that crushes all notions of balance or restraint.

He isn’t here to be aesthetic – he’s here to be unstoppable. The gym floor trembles beneath his feet as he moves, every step a reminder that he has long since crossed the boundary of what the human form was designed to carry. His muscles, swollen to the point of absurdity, radiate a raw, untamed power that speaks of years of sacrifice, eating, and pushing far past his limits. The idea of “lean” feels laughable to him – how could one choose to be smaller when they could be everything?

For him, every meal, every rep, every drop of sweat is a step closer to the ultimate goal: not perfection, but overwhelming mass. Because in his world, mass is more than just size – it’s control, presence, and the proof that he’s willing to sacrifice everything to reign supreme.