muscle growth Gift of Gab

[KrispyKollection]

Just a quick one for you all. I've been writing some shorter pieces and posting them to my Tumblr blog (krispykollection.tumblr.com) thinking that I'd mostly stick to longer pieces here, but I am happy with how this one turned out regardless of its length. Enjoy!

 

Gift of Gab

He catches your eye from across the gym while in the middle of a set on the chest press. A good base you think to yourself while estimating his stats in your head. At least 200lbs, you think, perfectly proportioned musculature all covered in dark chocolate skin. You watch the sweat drip down and off his pumped up pecs barely being covered only by his navy blue stringer top. Thoughts of what you would do to that plush man meat rush into your head, cementing your decision.

You walk over and strike up a conversation just as he finishes his last set. He immediately replies as if talking to an old friend, even though in reality you have just met. You can get anyone talking though, people often remarking on your gift of gab. That, however, is not the only gift you possess.

His name is Caleb, you learn while exchanging details and compliments about his routine. He rattles off his stats and the highlights of his fitness career. “202lbs this morning,” he says, ‘Damn, I’m good,’ you think to yourself due to the accuracy of your guess, “which is perfect for Classic Physique.” The end of his sentence causing you to sigh internally.

The conversation continues, but you’re momentarily lost in your thoughts. See it’s just something you can’t understand. Why so many guys like Caleb here, genetically superior muscle building machines, decide to hold themselves back from their full potential. Their muscles, so obviously screaming out for more, to be more, to be so much. They shouldn’t be limiting themselves to anything but the nastiest, biggest, most obscene realms of bodybuilding. Far past what would be considered normal, to surpass humanity.

'What would he look like with another 100lbs?’ you think to yourself as your bright blue eyes start illuminating. Caleb stares deeply into them, transfixed, the conversation stopping in its tracks.

Your desires begin to take shape on his body. His already pumped pecs begin inflating with more dense muscle. Wildly they expand out and up. A heaving chest is only the beginning as his delts surge and round out, his torso taking on impressive width. Between them, traps rise up, nearly grazing the bottoms of his ears. All together they create dense craters atop his ample cleavage. To the sides, his arms burst with size, surpassing the size of his own head. They’re pressed out by their girth and his rapidly expanding lats.

Caleb’s already bubbly abdominals increase their cuts, a new bottom row popping into existence forming a blocky, solid, 8-pack flanked by juicy obliques. His stringer previously having hung loosely is now shrink-wrapped to his midsection.

His similarly loose-fitting gym shorts were in a similar predicament. His perkier glutes fill up their space, the synthetic material being stretched tightly between his cheeks. Though Caleb was already blessed with a respectable 8" member you threw a few more inches on seeing no reason not to upgrade everything. Don’t want an empty poser up on stage do we? You clearly watch it creep down his leg under the pulled-tight fabric of his shorts, his now barrel-like thighs threatening to rip them open at any moment, your own hole hungers to be dominated by it.

The trance fades away, but Caleb is still under your spell. Seeing no reason to question his dramatic weight gain, sitting happily on the bench waiting for direction on what to do next. “So, your place?” you cheekily ask already knowing the answer. “Sure, I’m just around the corner!,” he excitedly jumps up, with a loud rrrriiiiip as his shorts lose their battle. His perky globes and juicy hamstrings on display through their tatters as he leads the way.

Strutting his new muscle like he was born with it you’re confident in your decision. 302lbs was perfect for him… a perfect start at least…