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Stuck in a place where I can't moan and grunt while watching my pecs bounce as i violently jerk off in the mirror 😫

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😍😍😍 MONSTROUS 🥵🥵🥵

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Large in EVERY sense of th word...

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Can't fit the frame

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Don't act like you're here for the background, just picture your face between those PECS ! 🥵🥵🥵

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No matter how big they are, I can make them BIGGER !!

Shawn Calder (@watchshawnflex)

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Shawn Calder (@watchshawnflex)

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Couldn't help myself...

Junio Cordeiro via Instagram

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Junio Cordeiro via Instagram

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Bigger ?

Should I make him bigger ?

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Should I make him bigger ?

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Regan Grimes chest pump

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Got me both Scared and Horny 🥵💪🏽💥

My Desires

Muscle. I want it. I NEED it.

I want people to recoil with shock and disgust when I clumsily waddle down the street. Their reactions only serving to grow my near constant erection painfully larger. My posers not even coming close to covering it or my testosterone factory balls, risking a public indecency charge every time I go out. A body like this though is indecent everywhere, even in private.

I’ll moan with satisfaction over what I’ve done to my body… my chest and arms colliding for the 5th time that day while I try in vain to reach anything, my pecs, traps, and delts limiting my field of view, only being able to see the thinnest sliver of the world past the cavern of muscle that surrounds my head, my quads thunderously rolling over each other, relaxing and exploding with size and definition as I shift my weight.

I’ll be too big for the world around me, constantly stuck in door frames, heavy appendages hanging off the edges of my king size bed. My hands, feet, and head all suspended far from the mattress due to the size of my powerful glutes, exploded arms and legs and of course my wide ridiculously flared lats. Screw a V, even a W, letters, words, nothing can accurately describe their shape.

I’ll need help with everything, washing, dressing, eating, even the simple act of human locomotion (while I still can), an entourage always within hypertrophied arms’ reach acting as spotters to guide me through a world not designed to contain me.

Onlookers will criticize me, in private and sometimes even to my face, the latter of course being preferred. They’ll call me disgusting, grotesque, too big, too much. Just a big dumb lunk throwing my life away in a fruitless pursuit of more and more muscle. They’ll say I’m destroying my health, that my heart will pop tomorrow, that I’m a waste, consuming so much time, energy, and resources to build something that only the nastiest closeted muscle fetish freak could appreciate.

I want to be an afterthought to my own body, my thoughts and personality withering away as my muscles swell. My muscles will define me, both in outside perception, but also within myself. They’ll be in control, sending waves of desire all throughout me, coursing through the sharply defined veins covering every inch of skin. The bigger I get, the more I’ll want in a vicious and delicious cycle designed for unending pleasure.

They’ll never understand. They’ll never be able to comprehend the feeling of containing so much unrelenting power and how the power feeds the furnace for more and more. If they could experience it, even for just one second, they’d see that all the sacrifice is worth it, they’d understand the excitement of transcending humanity, the ironic enjoyment of experiencing all my body can’t do now and knowing that I did that to myself by falling into the pit of gluttonous muscle lust of my own making.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, all this time talking is time that could be spent growing. So let’s do it. Let’s grow. Let’s let everything else fall to a place of unimportance to the one thing that means anything in this world, MUSCLE.

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Franco Corelli Cowboy Country (2001) dir. Rip Colt

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