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Rugby players 🏉💪

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Getting HUGE.

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Dumb Jock Bro

Gym Addiction

Growth Hormones

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Built Like a Latte on Steroids

Thanks for the wonderful prompt inspiration, @joepringle

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IG @hassan_mostafa92 - Guest appearance from fellow beast training partner, Robin Strand.

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IG @jhonnrra

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Office Muscle-excuse me! I need to make a print on the printer....

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Meatball

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He was 24, but his body told a different story – one sculpted through obsession, sacrifice, and something darker no one dared ask about. At this size, daily life wasn’t just inconvenient, it was war. Walking down narrow hallways like this one? A calculated act. Turning sideways didn’t help. Not when your arms couldn’t drop below parallel. Not when your chest was wide enough to brush both walls at once.

They said he overdid it. That he’d gone too far. That it wasn’t healthy. But none of them knew what he’d come from – the sickly teen who couldn’t do a push-up, who hid his wrists under long sleeves and flinched every time someone raised their voice. That boy had died long ago. This was what took his place.

He wasn’t training for stage lights or medals. He trained to erase weakness. To bury the past beneath layer after layer of unyielding muscle. People stared now, sure – but not with pity. With awe. With unease. With desire they didn’t fully understand.

Tonight, before the door to the underground gym, he paused. Not out of fear, but ritual. A moment to feel the power wrap around him like a second skin. His jaw tightened. His pose locked in. No words, no breath. Just a machine in a corridor of peeling paint and flickering light.

You think he’s trapped in that body? No. He escaped into it.

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Good ole roid gut dad Jimmy Sadek

What a joy it’d be to orbit this meatball

Be it as a client as he hooks up electro stim units to maximize growth during workouts. Like a lab animal, following in his footsteps. (And what footsteps they’d be, each pressed deep into the ground by his ponderous calves)

Or as a lustful boy, fawning over every inch of his overgrown physique that’s been nurtured by years of chemical nourishment — growth hormone, insulin, anabolics.

Online, his identity revolves around bodybuilding as a father.

You can father our child any day.

Whether that’s filling my guts up with your roided seed till I’m just as blown out as you

Or you (much to the chagrin of many commenters on his social media page. “How many weeks out” taking on a whole new meaning.

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Fuck.

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I learned to read through these series of reading comprehension books.