#bodybuiling

[mddctalk]

MDDC TALK - YouTube

[chappelroans]

people already complaining about love lies bleeding are about to piss me off. this is the closest representation we’ve had to butch4butch relationships in popular media and yall can’t just shut up and let butches have this for one second

[slick-devon]

Some Black & White

[streetsandavenuesnyc]

Streets & Avenues https://amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B09NMBK2SW/ref=atv_dp_share_cu_r… #AmazonPrimeVideo #indiefilm #series #Aries #muscle #rugby #ginger #Viking #hunk #romcom

[fitnessmantram]

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[avissapiens]

Avis Abstraction #7: The Gift of Family

Year 1

The Holidays were always Theresa’s favorite time of year. There was just something magical to the atmosphere of change and renewal that came with the season. With all the hard work and stress done; the end of one year leading into the infinite potential of something new. And of course always having those you loved the most with you to see you into that blank slate. And since her son had finally moved across the country for his first year of school, this Holiday season was particularly meaningful. It’d only been a year, but she still missed him so much. Her pride and joy. Her beautiful baby boy. So smart. So sweet. Now that he was back home she was intent on spoiling him while she could. And for once he actually seemed to be embracing it. He was eating more than she’d ever seen. Endlessly hungry, talking about the details of his High-scale Physics courses between mouthfuls of Rice and Bulgogi. It went over her head a bit but she was happy he was happy. She had a few questions however about the list of Christmas gifts he’d requested. “So what is this Creatine stuff you kept asking for? And Protein powder? I got it for you but goodness You have no clue what they put in this stuff. I don’t want you taking drugs Clark. None of this Steroid nonsense, Please” “Momma, come on. I promise it’s all-natural. They’re just supplements. I’ve uh..I’ve started working out a lot at the school Gym. I Promise, it’s all highly researched and 100% safe” Despite her son’s reassurance she still didn’t trust it. But when she looked at that soft baby face and saw how happy those simple -if a little pricey- gifts made him. It was worth it; Clark was a Good boy. She trusted him.

Year 2

“Lemme get that for you, Momma” “Gosh when’d you get so big and strong!” Clark lifted all of the Christmas shopping in one trip. Even took some of the bags from his father which made for a bit of a tense moment. Seems like he was taking this gym thing as seriously as his studies. Maybe a bit too seriously. She had seen the syringes while cleaning his room. Spotted the acne along his broad back while he was getting out of the shower. He kept repeating the same explanation “Just having a late growth spurt I guess, Momma. Don’t worry bout it” But..she was good enough at not seeing things when they made her boy happy. And he was doing so well in school. Full scholarship. Straight A’s. If he was having a good time with his protein powder and Creatine and…whatever else, then she should let him. He was looking so much bigger. Pretty soon it’d be difficult to buy him clothes that fit properly, though he did seem to prefer a tighter cut now.

He always was a smaller kid; sometimes a little sickly. Bullied and beat up a lot but momma was always there to patch things up. Nowadays he looked like he should be protecting her. But no matter how much he grew she knew he'd always have that sweet, soft face. He was a lot more confident. Lot more outspoken. Sometimes to the point of snapping. But he’d always apologize right after. She just chalked it up to having a bit more freedom. Finally growing up. But she’d always be happy to have her baby boy back home.

Year 3

The Holidays were Theresa’s favorite time of year. Change and renewal and all that. But she felt a little overwhelmed by all of the ‘atmosphere’ that seemed to arrive when Clark walked into the house. She loved and supported him. She did. And his father did too, almost overwhelmingly. More than he ever had when he was going through high school.

It was just a lot at once. He was certainly shaping up, that was for certain. She didn’t know where the muscle was coming from. She was certainly no athlete, apart from a short stint in college gymnastics. And his dad, well...there’s a reason Clark hadn’t broken 5’10 until just this year. Now he was edging about 6 feet. He carried himself with such a swagger. He had always been prodigious and excelled at whatever he put his mind to. And he had absolutely put his mind to this bodybuilding stuff. He didn’t even hide it anymore. The kitchen table was strewn with supplements and ‘meal prep’ and weird shakes and concoctions.

Everything in his room was bought with his old size in mind, so when he came home and requested...or sort of demanded that they get a new bed they didn’t really fight it. But...there was another reason he wouldn’t be able to fit comfortably in his old Highschool twin. Her name, from what Theresa could gather, was Jenifer. That was fundamentally all she, or seemingly Clark knew about her.

She was pretty. Certainly pretty enough to make Linda feel that pang of maternal possessiveness over her baby boy. Maybe the reason Clark wasn’t all that interested in getting to know her was because there wasn’t much to know. The blonde bombshell barely seemed interested in anything more than draping herself over his Broad bulging shoulders and being a nuisance in Theresa’s holiday zen. At first she was very excited. Clarks first Girlfriend! That was until she found out..it wasn’t. It wasn’t his first. Or even his second, third or fourth. Seems he stopped counting.

It was just so much, but she was managing. Until the first night of their stay. Another surprising development she had no idea her son was capable of. She tried everything to block out the noise. E V E R Y T H I N G. It just kept going and going and going. The rhythm shaking the house and her peace. And when she thought it was over, it just went some more. By the end of the night if she knew one thing about Jeniffer it was that she was a christian, or at least you’d imagine so given how much she said “Oh God” But it was fine. It was natural. She loved him so much..until “So momma, I’m thinking bout switching my degree to something i’m more passionate about. Like Maybe sports science? The bros at the gym say i’ve got amazing potential. I could go pro in a few years” Fuck. Something in her was a little shattered by that. All those years of tutoring and now it was like she didn’t even know him. She looked at him. His jawline was more cut. His eyes a little harder. But it was still him. “Oh..well..whatever makes you happy, Sweetheart.”

Year 4

The holidays were Theresa’s least favorite time of the year. 11 months out of 12 she could live in a world of denial where her Clark was still that soft, sweet little nerd she would console every day after school. But now, when he walked through the door with one of his “Bros”, she couldn’t recognize him. That boy was gone.

His father was thrilled. Finally, a son he could brag about. IFBB Pro by 24. Total Stud. Built like a brick house. Of course he conveniently slept through the nights when his Stud Son would make noises with his Bro that even made her a little jealous. She didn’t care about that. That was preferable to a constant stream of airhead bimbos. And at least Daniel seemed polite. Clark was a different story.

He was so aggressive. So domineering. He snapped. Demanded. Whatever he wanted he got. But…he was so happy. She had seen the look on his face when he got his acceptance letter to his university. When he got his first Playstation for christmas. When he would talk for hours about particle physics.

None of those moments matched the joy that crossed his face every time he flexed or talked about working out or showed off his strength. He even seemed pleased when he announced he dropped out of school to focus on his body. It was a perverse pleasure. It almost seemed targeted at her. All she wanted was for her son to be Happy. And now he was. They all sat at the tree, even Daniel. They opened presents. Clark ripped his apart, Arms tearing through the cardboard like paper.

“Mom, Protein and Creatine! How’d you know i was running out?” He got up and hugged her and she could practically feel the effort it took in him not to squeeze too hard. He knew his own strength. She knew too. She felt it in his shoulders and his chest. In every inch of his body.

And when he pulled away he was smiling. Square jaw. Masculine features. But his eyes were still the same. Soft and sweet and smart. And she felt that same pang of pride in her chest again. Maybe she could learn to love the holidays again. Because she would always love her son.

The Model for this one is Nyle Nayga. Check him out. And If you want to support the creation of more hypnotic experiences and writing, then you can do so by subscribing to my Patreon, or to my Youtube channel. And if you want to interact more closely with me and my supportive community you can join my Discord server. And check out my file archive on my website.

[joepringle]

Hi there, we're Don and Dan, and we'll be your bodybuil--er--waiters this evening. Would you like to see the wine menu?

Dude, it's okay to say we're bodybuilders; I mean... it's frickin' obvious. Just look at us. We're the most muscular guys working here tonight. The customers don't mind.

Yeah, you're right. Might lead to us getting bigger tips. Okay... start over... [clearing of throat]

Hi there, we're Don and Dan and we are bodybuilders. On the menu this evening are two courses of succulent 100% prime beef with a mouthwatering glaze, followed by a hefty portion of flexing. For an extra service charge of 40%, you get to check this beef for hardness, flexed to perfection as we hulk out of our shirts and allow you to use their tattered remains as napkins.

[yorcko]

i always remember how older sis ctrl+clicked a gay porn link saved on Word in front of mom. around 14yo they were hanging in my room, the site had orange background and the screen shows 20+ pvs of bodybuiler category, stated clearly in the link; from the back i can see her clicking silent through quick accesses and anticipate gasps with the page loading. ‘whatsthiiiiisss??’ repeat both horrified and i utter the least believable virus shit, yet they take it earth shattered and awkwardly leave the room. i know it was intentional desgraciada

[ghosts-of-gotham]

Emmylou Brown

Based on 'Emmylou Brown' from Batman The Animated Series

Emmylou grew up with only her father and the animals on their farm. Her father was a brilliant man with a genius level brain and a love for animals and Emmylou. She helped on the farm and loved her quiet and humble upbringing.

When she reached her teens, She learned her father was a microbiologist with a want to made aninmals bigger and better with Growth hormones and steriods. Emmylou was also made a part of the experiments as she was given steroid type drugs and experimented on, like the animals, to make her grow stronger. By the time she was a fully grown adult, she was a Six Foot Five tall woman of height and muscles to match a bodybuiler with the strength of Bane. but she managed to kept her large breasts and beauty.

She was her fathers assistant as they tried to introduce their large livestock to the world but all people saw were monster. This caused Father Brown to loose everything and he released his giant animals onto Gotham City as revenge. After a fight with Batman, Robin and Batgirl. Emmylou and her father were arrested but Emmylou was soon released due to good behaviour.

She lives a quiet life as a farmer in the countryside of Gotham City, as she find the modern world a bit much, and the only resident/worker on the new Brown farm. She loves working out at the gym and on the farm, farming and selling off her spoils like milk and eggs and meat at the farmers market and being big and strong. She also loves all animals and is a big softy.

But she does want some friends as she can feel alone sometimes. Someone who isn't scared or intimidated by her size or strength.

[kumamoto-division]

Kunio's thoughts on Aoyama Division

Tomi Chōten

Kunio see the photo of his older brother with indecipherable eyes for a second and later he smiles but his eyes have something...sadic

"My dear Big Bro.. i'm conscious that you know that i'm in the DRB and i'm know that you noticed quickly after hear the rumors about the new and sudden division of kumamoto tell me ¿You still are the obedient dog of our parents? traitor...you don't think that i forget how you betrayed me the weird of it is the fact that i still love you"-after say it Kunio change is voice's tone to a calmer and happier

"don't worry big brother,you and me not are the same and i gonna to prove it when i beat you..why i said it? Well,my brother don't have inerest in the rap or hiphop but i was rapping since before to be exiliade... isn't little obvious?"

Karada Kessaku

"i hear about this guy,he is a bodybuiler and apparently a personal trainer but i don't know abou the last,sound more of a manner to have dates with the womans of aoyama and that him and my brother are friends... sound weird if i say it because i never thoght of Tomi can have friends

But out of it he looks like the tipic atletic guy from the high school with muscles but not much brain...i would't be surprised if Aoba throws a book at his head if those two meet. Kessaku don't look very smart and Aoba hates that kind of people"

Luis kōkyū

"this guy is possibily the only on this team that understand the truly value of money and the only for i don't have any trouble,his restaurant have good reviews and although i don't wanna return never to aoyama i'm thinking of taking Natsume for our anniversary,he his a quiet guy but maybe that's part of why him and Aoba get along well

And Aoba,he is in love for him maybe i need start to thinking in the shovel talk"

Jet set trio

"i'm very excited to face this team will be a amazing show,i know that Aoba don't want face againts Luis but sorry,when this battle happen it will be me againts my brother

And for my dear Big Bro"-Kunio looks at the photos of his brother's divison and rise the eyes that glows with fun and sadism-

"i will win why? Because while you are with the upper class i'm with th "low-class" and i'm proud of that,make fun of me all wou want for it but that will be you downfall,you never cared of people think or say about you,i admire that but...the more you see the "peasants" from above with every act of arrogance and condescencion you're just urging them more and more to the rebellion and when that day will come i'm going to look at you and say "i told you" besides...-Kunio stretched extended his hand shows a feather ring-"we have something that no other division has"-Kunio stand up with his ring on a finger and his hypnosis mic on hand-"and this is for you and our parents

To all the Chōten family and the arrogante upper class Pay Back time"

[kakaji]

Jes Fan, Diagram XI, 2020

The Diagram series relates broadly both to Jes Fan’s interests in body modification and gender hacking as well as the artist’s investment in destabilizing hegemonic categories such as gender, monogamy, and the classical individuated subject in favor of more creative, egalitarian, and communal modes of envisioning ourselves. As a whole, the series consists of forms which originate from the bodies of Fan’s milieu of friends and collaborators in New York. Fan first creates a mould of a concrete anatomical feature on a specific body which captures their attention (for example: the pectorals or biceps). These moulds are used to cast the aforementioned anatomical forms in aqua resin, from which point Fan begins an intuitive process of composing a given sculpture by both abstracting from, duplicating, splitting, and working within its ready-made geometries.

Diagram XI is derived from casts of the breasts of an ex-lover and Diagram XII is a cast of the nape of Fan’s friend’s neck which has then been rotated. The process itself is labor-intensive, involving long duration of hand-sanding and oiling of the surfaces. The resulting organic geometry and fluctuating joinery of these pieces evoke the permeable, semi-transparent layers of skin covering human bodies, tissues of internal organs or carapace of ocean creatures. In his deliberate openings and closings of skin-like waves, Fan questions where a body begins and ends. Intuitive craft and the idea of touching are of prime importance here; the works both invite touch and evidence the accumulated result of it. The blown glass elements, which Fan has been working with since very early in their career, are meant to be cradled and/or held by the aqua resin forms without the use of any adhesive in reference to non-normative models of symbiosis, co-existence, or care.

Jes Fan is a Brooklyn-based artist born in Canada and raised in Hong Kong. Speculating on the intersection of biology and identity, his trans-disciplinary practice emerges from a sustained inquiry into the concept of otherness as it relates to the materiality of the gendered body. Working primarily in expanded sculpture, Fan often incorporates organic materials—such as soybeans and depo-testosterone into larger assemblages fashioned of welded steel, poured resin, and hand-blown glass. His projects have focused on the bio-politics of transgender identity and the slippery nature of embodiment in an ear where HRT (hormone replacement therapy) and less extreme body-modification tactics such as bodybuiling are easily accessible, allowing the subject to mode their external body to match their internal state. Fan’s recent research has explored the complex and porous systems formed between biological agents (including those existing in our own body) and the surrounding environment, seeking to queer the traditional hierarchy between organic and inorganic matter.

- Kadist

[slick-devon]

Herc

[uupiic]

Whenever I see a monsterfucker poll and it lists ''devil/demon'' as an option, I always need to remind myself that they most likely mean the ''western/American'' devil. You know, the (often bald) bodybuiler/strongman (IF you're lucky) dudes who are just regular tall guys with red skin and black horns and maybe a tail, if you're lucky.

While the devils I know from my country's mythology look more like the ones by Jakub Rozalski

You know, sorta like this one (and they're even scared of cats, which is so fucking funny, because one of the things a devil can turn into is - a cat...)

And I'm like "Oohh, yeah, those big red dudes. Nope, not for me."

[fitnessmantram]

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[jjdavas]

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