Popular Post bbmikenj Posted July 19, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted July 19, 2014 I woke up suddenly out of a deep sleep. I heard noises in the house. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. Then I realized that I wasn't sure where I was. I was on a bare mattress with a sheet over me. I looked around the room, saw the twisted remains of a bed frame, and finally remembered that I was sleeping in my spare bedroom. Then I heard noise from downstairs again. Pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. Eddie. He must be home from the club. I went down to the kitchen doorway and looked in. Eddie was standing at the stove with his back to me. He was cooking something. On the kitchen table was an empty carton of eggs, that had been a full dozen when I went to bed. Two of which I was planning on having for breakfast before work in the morning. "Hey," I said from the doorway. Eddie turned my way with the pan in his hand. "Hey, Cuz," he said, as he dumped a huge omelet onto a plate and sat down at the table. "I didn't wake you, did I?" Then he dug into his 12 egg omelet. "Kinda," I said, watching him shovel food into his mouth. "How was the club?" "Not that good," he said with his mouth full. "Mostly white trash chicks. Pretty skanky." "Yeah?" I couldn't help but notice how tight my shirt was on him. I could see his arm muscles bulge and tighten the silk sleeve as he lifted the forkful of egg toward his mouth. The shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel, and I could see a huge V of his massive torso. "Maybe because it's a Tuesday night. Most people have to work." "Yeah, maybe. One of them followed me into the men's room, though." "One of the skanks?" "Yep. She was into the muscle. Did me right there in a stall." "Nice," I said sarcastically. "Yeah, it was OK," said Eddie, ignoring my sarcasm. "I came hard, but am still horny. Will have to jack one out when I go to bed." "Ah, Eddie, not in my bed," I sighed, sitting down across from him. "Why not? I already let one go in your shower earlier." "Oh, man," I groaned. "What, you gonna tell me you never yanked one out in the shower?" "Maybe once or twice," I said. Eddie laughed. "Yeah, right. I used to do it in our shower all the time growing up. Would try and see if I could shoot it up past the showerhead." "Could you?" He finished off the rest of the omelet by lifting the plate to his lips and scraping the remnants in to his open mouth. "Sure I could." He put the plate down and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of my shirt that he was wearing, smearing it with bits of egg white. "You got any milk?" he asked, but before I could answer, he was opening the refrigerator and pulling out a full gallon. He took off the cap and drank straight from the container. A quarter of the gallon was gone before he stopped. "God, I'm starving," he said. "You got any protein powder?" he asked me. "In that cabinet by the sink," I said. "But my blender's broken." "That's OK," he said, pulling out the tub. "'Mass Gainer'....good one, Cuz. How's that working for you?" he asked, looking at me slyly. He was probably double my body weight, he could see how it was working for me. "I don't use it that often," I said. "I see that." He opened the gainer, took a scoop full, and poured the powder right into his mouth. Then he took a swig of the milk, swished it around in his mouth, and swallowed. Then he drank some more milk. "Built-in blender," he said, his upper lip white with milk and whey. He repeated this process until the entire gallon of milk was gone. "Ah, yeah," he said, "now I'm feeling the bloat." He unbuttoned the bottom of the shirt and pulled it open, exposing his engorged belly. His skin was stretched tight over a rounded ball of ab muscles. "Looks like I'm pregnant, doesn't it, Cuz?" He patted his swollen gutball with his hand. It sounded like he was hitting a drum. "Watch how hard it is," he said. He grabbed a big cookie sheet from underneath the kitchen island. He held one end in each hand, then slammed it into his gut. It dented in the center. He slammed it again and again, until the cookie sheet took on the round form of his solid muscle ball ab wall. "Geezus, Eddie," I said, "that was my best cookie sheet." But I couldn't take my eyes off his swollen stomach. I wanted to be on my knees, worshipping it. "Sorry, Cuz," he said, tossing the now globe shaped sheet into the sink. "Weirdest thing is, it'll be flat as a board by morning." He rubbed the big mound as he talked. "Like my muscle just absorbs it all in a couple hours. And the more I stuff it the better it feels. Like I'm unstoppable. Just getting bigger and stronger all the time. I'll be 400 plus pounds of pure muscle soon," he said, looking down at himself. "You got any more food?" I got up and went into the small pantry off the kitchen. One of the shelves had some oversized cans of tuna my sister had gotten from BJ's. I was never going to use cans this big, so I brought one out and gave it to Eddie. He put it in the palm of his right hand, brought his thick fingers up around it, and squeezed it until the pop top popped open. "Holy shit, man," I said. I had to grab the back of a kitchen chair to steady myself. "Yeah," said Eddie, "I love crushing stuff with these hands. My grip strength is insane." He tipped the can up to his mouth and drank the juice, some of which ran down his chin onto his pecs and gut. Then he shoveled tuna chunks into his mouth with his fingers until the whole can was empty. "You got more?" I could barely speak or move, but I went back to the pantry and brought him two more cans. He popped one open in each hand. This time, though, he dumped the tuna onto the plate he'd used for his omelet. Before he sat down to devour it he said, "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" His brow was beaded with sweat, and he started to take his shirt off, but it got stuck on his muscle. "Help me get this off, Cuz," he said, turning his big back to me. I reached up and grabbed the collar and tried to pull it down, but got stuck at his delts. I went around in front of him and tried tugging at the sleeves, but his arms were too big and the shirt was too wet with sweat to slide off him. "I can't get it," I said, tugging and tugging. "I'll have to cut it off you." "Nah, I got a better idea," said Eddie. He flexed into a double biceps pose. His peaks rose up and pushed against the silk. Tight. He flexed harder, and I heard the fabric start to give, slow at first, but as his peak busted thru, the sleeve ripped open faster and faster. "Hoo yerrrr," growled Eddie, his huge bis and tris tearing thru both sides of the sleeves like wet tissue paper. His upper arms must be over 24", I thought as I watched in awe as they rose and peaked. "Watch this," he said, and leaned into a most muscular, his delts expanding out with his lats. I heard the back of the shirt rip down the middle as his traps swelled up like emerging mountains. Eddie grabbed the front of the shirt and pulled it forward, the silk making more ripping sounds as he pulled, shredding it into two pieces and handing them to me. I pulled the tattered pieces the rest of the way off of him. There he stood in my kitchen, shirtless, my hulking cousin, his superheavyweight mass seeming to expand as it was freed of clothing. His big bloated gut, all shiny with sweat and tuna juice, tighter than ever. He rubbed it with his veiny hands. "You got to feel this, Jackie. Hard as whale hide." He grabbed my hands and put them on his ball gut. It was so hard. So solid. The tight skin had veins I could feel with my fingers. He patted my hands up and down on its bulky swole. "Oh my god, Eddie," I said. "I know, right? You couldn't dent that bad boy with a baseball bat, Cuz." I tried to pull away, but his grip was way to strong. "What's the matter, you don't like it?" he said. He rubbed my hands clear up to where his thick pec slabs rested on top of his gut ball. "I think you like it." There was no mistaking that I liked it, I was hard as granite as I groped the ridges of his abs that showed thru the rockhard mound. He let me go and said, "I gotta finish eatin'". He sat down at the table, and dug into the big pile of tuna. The chair creaked under the weight of his huge bodybuilder bulk. Sweat ran down his torso in rivulets, dripping off him onto the floor. I backed up into the pantry and grabbed myself. There was no time to make it to the shower, or my bed. I watched him finishing off the tuna, rubbing his gut and pecs with his free hand, chuckling as he did, reveling in his own mass, and knowing I was too. Cousin or no cousin, I couldn't stop myself from paying homage to his size and power. Just as I finished myself off, right in my briefs, Eddie finished his tuna. He stood up and stretched out, his huge arms reaching up so high that his fingers hit the ceiling. Every muscle in his thick torso swelled and bulged. Despite his bloated state, I could see his serratus and obliques jutting out in response to his big stretch. "I gotta get some sleep," said Eddie, his eyes glazed in satiation, and ignoring the fact that I was still touching myself as I watched him. He was so huge, standing there in my kitchen, that he reminded me of a video I'd seen of Marcus Ruhl, flexing in his house, at his biggest. "See you in the morning, Cuz. Thanks for the grub." I watched him swagger out of the kitchen, and heard the stairs creak as he plodded up them to my old bedroom. I walked over to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. I picked up the cookie sheet, all dented and ruined, and set it aside. I wanted to knock another one out just knowing how easily his gut had molded the metal sheet. But I had to get up for work in a couple of hours myself, so I headed up to bed. I laid down on the bare mattress on the floor of my spare bedroom, and hoped that I would dream of a 400++ pound cousin Eddie. 7 45 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crushme99 Posted July 19, 2014 Share Posted July 19, 2014 Excellent work. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NerdJock Posted July 19, 2014 Share Posted July 19, 2014 Awesome as always BBMike! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted July 19, 2014 Share Posted July 19, 2014 Hooooeeeey! I need me a cousin Eddie! DAMN, he's HOT! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
musclefight Posted July 20, 2014 Share Posted July 20, 2014 More please Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted July 21, 2014 Share Posted July 21, 2014 Oh man, that was so hot Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xboy Posted July 23, 2014 Share Posted July 23, 2014 great work Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
omegaexcelus Posted July 23, 2014 Share Posted July 23, 2014 Holy crap! That was awesome. Thanks! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kdub123 Posted July 27, 2014 Share Posted July 27, 2014 This is so intense!!! Might be one if my new favs! Can't wait for more!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lewj99 Posted July 27, 2014 Share Posted July 27, 2014 Amazingly hot...oh to wake up and find an untamed alpha beast like that in my kitchen! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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