muscle growth Motivation Pills

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You’ve been struggling at the gym for a while now, frustrated at the lack of progress, so you decided it’s time to get some help, maybe try some pre-workout supplements. You buy the pills of some random fitness website where the photos of the hot fling bodybuilders in their posing thongs that can hardly contain the models’ cocks,. Looking at those huge bodies causes you to jerk off several times before you even get to the online checkout. You hardly dare to dream of being so big.

 

 

One week later, the Motivation Pills arrived, their claim: “Helping you reach your dream body”, It’s only a tiny box, and you’re shocked to learn that you take three pills as instructed before the workout, with another three after it doesn’t seem like a lot in there. Feeling slightly cheated and wondering if you should send them back, you realise it’s time for the gym. Deciding that you might as well give it a go, you take all three and head off to the gym. 

 

You have a bog-standard workout. Nothing too exciting, a slight improvement on the bench press and maybe you don’t tire as quickly, but it doesn’t feel like anything too special. Back home, you pick up the box and almost consider throwing it out when you look inside and realise there are only three pills left. Feeling like you might have been scammed and unlikely to get your money back if you try to return them, you decide to take the last ones anyway.  

 

Sitting on your bed, you feel tired and heavy; lying back, you wonder why it’s so warm. You lay back on your bed and close your eyes… just for a few minutes. The workout must have gone better than you first thought. Still feeling hot and sweaty, the powerful smell from your body fills your nostrils, you inhale, and the pleasure runs through your body with that satisfying musk from pushing your body. You should probably have a shower soon, but you’re going to enjoy the manly hormonal smell that’s coming from your body for a few more minutes; you still feel tired and heavy from your workout. 

 

Inhaling the sweet, potent smell, your mind starts to drift, and you think about some of the bodybuilders you saw working out at the gym today, visualising their big muscles pumping away. You remember the huge models on the website, wondering what it would take to get that big. Wishing that was your body. 

 

Your pecs, feeling a bit sore, twitch, you move your hand to rub them. You shouldn’t be surprised; after all, you did hit a new PB today. Your nipple tingles as you brush it. As you grab your pec, you’re able to cup it, warm energy flows through your body, and you flex it.

 

The muscle fibres in your chest pop to attention, and your hands are pushed away as the muscle bunches up into a hardball. Fuck yes! It’s great to be developing some muscle finally! The warm energy continues to swarm through you as you massage and flex your pecs, not noticing that when you relax, the muscle fibres untense but its volume stays as big as it was until you flex again and they swell that little bit bigger. The same energy starts to fill your body. The thick mounds of muscle under your hand doesn’t seem strange to you. The power running through your body feels too good for you to think about that.

 

You hardly notice you’ve sunk into the bed a bit more, but you feel heavier, your back feels wide, energy flows through you like a whole-body erection. You flex your arm and feel a pumped bicep pop to attention. You rub the tight ball of muscle with your other hand, and you can feel the vein on the side of it pulsing through your paper-thin skin on what must now be 20-inch arms

 

Your legs are starting to be pushed apart by their thickness. You flex them and feel quads on each side jumping to attention, the veins running down your legs pulsing with the same energy. Each time you flex them, they tense even bigger and tighter.

 

You put both hands on your swollen hard chest, feeling warm and sweaty. The smell continues to fill your nostrils. You slowly slide your hands down your body. They glide over hard cobbles, and you count in your mind your 2, 4, 6, and finally 8! Pack abs that have developed, and the cheese grater obliques growing in place.

 

You feel something hit the back of your hand. So far, you’ve been so mesmerised by exploring your pulsing ever more muscular body it hadn’t reached your consciousness that you’d grown. But as you open your eyes to look down at what knocked your hand. You gasp as you take in the fact you’re not in some form of post-workout dream. You look down over mounds of muscle to your hands that are slowly being covered in precum dripping out of your swollen cock. What had been an average cock is now over a foot long and pulsing with energy along with the rest of your body.

 

Thrilled by what seems to be happening, you get out of bed and walk over to the mirror to stare at your new form. You have to step back from where you usually stand to fit the reflection in of the lean bodybuilder looking back at you. All your muscles are gently pulsing, veins pumping your skin glistening in a thin layer of sweat, the musk still filling your nostrils smelling manlier than ever.

 

Admiring your new form, your eyes dart around your reflection. You roll your shoulders and arms forward, watching your traps rise, almost racing your ears. Back expanding wider as you do. You continue to flex and pose, mesmerised by your body’s reflection and the feeling of being dense and solid

 

Your rock hard cock hits your abs, well over a foot long now, thicker than a coke can and begging for attention. You grab it with your right hand and start stroking it up and down. A wave of warm pleasure runs through you and you close your eyes, feeling it tingle and harden. You open your eyes, flex your other arm, licking your bicep, and kiss and bite the bowling ball on your arm, tasting the salty sweat. Your cock pulses even harder, turned on by the sight of your growing body. You watch your pecs arms and shoulders tense and release as you slide your hands up and down your shaft. Flexing your quads and abs as you go. Your balls, swollen to the size of plums, start knocking against your hamstrings. 

 

With each stroke of your cock a stronger wave of pleasure pulses through you. Your strokes get longer and slower as the intensity builds, feeling harder than you’ve ever felt before. Your fingers struggling to fit around your thickening shaft as you pump up and down so you add your second hand, watching your hands gliding up your python. Each stroke seems to make it harder and longer. The veins on the shaft pulsing, making it look and feel ribbed, pre-cum sliding over your hands and lubing your hands.

 

The pressure builds in your cock and balls. You let out a deep moan as you start to cum. First squirt goes over the mirror, and you almost expected the mirror to shatter with the power of the white stream. The wave of pleasure is so intense you let go of your cock. It springs up and hits your abs. Spraying over your 8 pack, pecs and up onto your face. You keep on squirting for what feels like minutes, covering your body in a glistening white sheen. You even manage to squirt some of the warm liquid into your mouth, causing your insides to tingle.

 

When the stream of cum finally subsides, you wipe most of it off with a towel, admiring your new form in the mirror as you do. The sweaty smell mixed with the taste of fresh cum starts to turn you on again, and you feel your balls churning away, making more cum.

 

Looking for clothes to wear, you put on what was a loose pair of gym shorts. Now pulled taught over your large bulge at the front, bubble butt at the back. A t-shirt struggles to hold itself together over your muscular chest and wide lats. You head out, the only two things on your mind are training and fucking; either unleashing your mightly cock or having your bubble butt ploughed… hopefully both.