noblenohr Posted October 6, 2023 Share Posted October 6, 2023 Preface: This was a story written over a few hours in a moment of horniness. Do not expect well developed plots or actions, as it shifts between growth progression, (b)romance, and horny moments. Furthermore, do not expect concise grammar or writing. I don't really write, so the stuff written is probably less interesting that it was when I thought of it. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR QUICK EROTICA, DO NOT BOTHER. I'm genuinely not trying to come off as condescending or anything, but this story is not cohesive. I'm really only posting it because I already wrote it, so I may as well share it somewhere. It's probably bad I did think of a few paths this story, so if this for some reason drums up interest I might continue it. Again, if you are looking for actual jerkoff material, I wouldn't bother, as there isn't that much intense action going on. Spoiler P.S. If you are into narcissistic, big(like over 7 ft. tall) men with an emphasis on muscle, and you don't want to bother with any fluff, I'd skip to the last entry, which focuses almost entirely on his body. July 23, 2023 So this is my journal, I guess. My friend JJ told me to get one, saying it would help me settle in with this big change. Told me I should “talk to it like a therapist”, whatever that means. Might as well try it out. My name is Chadwick – though I go by Wick. Obviously “Chad” makes more sense, but I never felt like a Chad; so I just use Wick. Its unique, I guess. Anyways, I am now 26 years old, though I am only just now getting my life together. I just moved in about a week ago into my new townhouse in Denver, Colorado, using some of the money I made as a corporate lawyer in NYC(though I may as well have worked for Satan himself). I got tired of the shtick pretty quickly and just after two years I decided to quit. I like working within the legal field, though I would rather not play the Devil’s advocate. The shitty thing was that I had quit without any backup plan; all of the friends I made were my coworkers who wanted nothing to do with me, my parents are both gone, and I had no one to turn to. So I decided to reach out to JJ. We were close in our undergrad years; practically brothers, even though I was a grade above him. When I graduated, I left little J in Boulder and moved to NYC, and I eventually lost contact with him. When I finally reached out, telling him all about my strife, I was worried that he might have lost his relationship with me. But he responded, listened to me, and reminded me of why I was so close to him in the first place. After some chatting, he invited me to move to Denver, which is where he lives now. I didn’t really have anywhere else to go, so I accepted. I secured a job as a prosecutor for the City of Denver, which was a step down from being a corporate lawyer; but at this point, I cared less about the money and more about myself. So here we are, in a new city, with a new life. JJ helped me move all of my stuff, and he really has helped me in all of this. From what I can tell, JJ also has been a bit lonely as of recently. Apparently, his girlfriend left him a few months ago, and his dad died about a year back. The craziest part is how much he changed. When I first met him at the University of Colorado-Boulder, JJ was built like a nerd: a bit shorter than me, pretty thin, a baby face and curly hair that took over most of his forehead. Now he was extremely fit; broad shoulders, pretty wide back, with a narrow set of 6 cobblestone abs arrayed over his stomach. His face was chiseled into a pretty solid jawline, and his cheekbones popped against his tan skin. Hell, even his green eyes seemed sharper. If he wasn’t straight, I’d probably try to hook up with him; though he would never give me the chance. The damned part of his transformation is that I used to be the fit one. Back in my college days, I always made sure to fit the gym into my schedule. I wasn’t as built as JJ is today, but I was still fit enough to land pretty much any guy that bent my way. But after I graduated, I went to Columbia Law, and soon the gym became too much of a burden on top of my crazy busy schedule. I wanted to get back into the fitness scene once I became a lawyer, but I had even less time to even think about going to the gym. So I slowly gained more and more fat, and because I still have most of my muscle from my college days, I’m built like a fridge. Not in an attractive way. I actually expressed to JJ how self-conscious I was about my body. It turns out that he actually became a fitness instructor after he graduated. Turns out that once I graduated, he spent his last year hitting the gym instead of the library, and even though he got a degree in Psychology, he ended up as a fitness instructor at a gym in Boulder. He eventually moved to Denver, where he landed some pretty rich personal clients and became a personal trainer. Now he makes three times the money with half the hours. At least explains why he’s built like an Italian sculpture, the ones with the muscles and all. Anyways, he offered to take me to his old gym where he used to work for a bit, before he got his fancy clients. He’s actually taking me there in an hour, so I should get ready. I’ve decided to focus on myself this turnaround, especially my Body. JJ said I could talk about my “fitness journey” or whatever in this journal. I want to say its corny, but inside It kinda turns me on to think about seeing my progress. So I decided to put my stats at the end of my entries. I’m gonna include my height and dick size too, because I heard that going from fat to fit might help with that too. Probably false, but wouldn’t hurt to hope! W: 195 lbs. H: 5’9’’ 4.5 in. July 30, 2023 Fuck, I totally forgot how hard it is to get into the gym. After working out a while your body gets used to the burn and stuff. But the first week or so is literal hell. My entire body has been sore; I don’t even have the energy to jerk off or anything. But the gym sure does make me horny. Something about the testosterone boost you get. But JJ sure does know how to do work outs. Not only has he helped me with working out, he also helps me with dieting. He actually spends a lot of time at my townhouse now, working on my fitness plan, diet, and everything. He’s really good at it; he has me doing lighter workouts to get back into the groove( though it still sucks ass), and he’s helping me cut down on the junk I eat and replacing it with more protein and vegetables. It’s also been really fun reconnecting with him, which is also why I think he’s always at my place. He’s also made me more comfortable about starting working out, helping track my weight and even sharing his progress over the years. He weighs 191 lbs., but he said that he’s been in maintenance for a while and he wants to start building more muscle. It’s genuinely nice to have someone in your corner, so I definitely can’t complain. After a week of working out, I already feel a bit better; more fit, I guess. Although I don’t really see any progress., my pants and shirts have been feeling looser(ever so slightly). One of the best things about working out though is seeing JJ in action. There’s something so mesmerizing about the way his muscles move while he works out. With how little fat he has, you can see pretty much every individual fiber flexing, stretching, and twitching. Nothing turns me on more that a fit gym rat, but even then I don’t really have feelings for JJ like that. I know he’s straight, and he’s more like a best friend than a partner. But it does feel nice to have him close. W: 190 lbs. August 13, 2023 After a few weeks of working out, I finally feel back in the groove. My muscles don’t burn as much, and I feel more of that mind-muscle connection during my workouts. It honestly feels amazing to be back in the gym. I wish I never stopped. Although I’ve been going to the gym with JJ 3 days a week, I started going 2 days without him for a total of 5 days a week. I really want to make progress, and I would feel badass to impress JJ with my gains and shit. It’s crazy how he used to look up to me in college, but now its reversed. I can’t help but see JJ as a mentor, and older friend, even though he’s only 25. He started spending less time at my place since he found a few more clients, but he still comes around every once in a while. I started eating more protein and pushing myself as hard as I can at the gym. Already my clothes are starting to loosen up to the point where I had to buy new work clothes. Can’t really work as a lawyer with a baggy suit and pants. But it sure turns me on that I’ve already made a good amount of ramping progress. W: 184 lbs. September 17, 2023 It’s been about a month and a half since I started working out. I haven’t really had time to write anything. Between the gym and work, I haven’t really been able to get much done. Since JJ and I both have been busy, it’s now just me working out. I have a good hang of the ropes, so I don’t really need a trainer anymore. I’ve been increasing weights like crazy. I can rep 25 lbs. in bicep curls now, and I’ve reached 185 lbs. on the leg press, which is crazy good(I think). I’ve only recently started bench pressing, but I do 75 lbs. for 6 reps, which is pretty good. The craziest part is that I’ve lost a good chunk of my bulk already. I now feel comfortable flexing in the mirror and walking around with my shirt off, something I haven’t done since my college years. With much of my belly fat gone, I can actually see the outline of my abs. I still have a pretty wide waist, but that’s just how I’m built. I even lost a lot of my face fat. I only have one chin now, and my jawline is pretty defined. I forgot how hot I looked; with my face fat, I had a cutish look, but now I look like I could be a model. Damn, I forgot how cocky I am when I’m fit. But I truly do think I look hot now. When I flex my biceps, they contract into nice baseball-sized mounds, and my triceps are pretty solid as well. The body part I want to work on most is my chest. Gone are the moobs I used to carry, though I wish my pecs were a bit more solid. I really do want to work out my chest as much as possible, as it’s the muscle that turns me on the most. Anyways, my shoulders are nicely developing as well, increasing the width of my build. My back is coming in nicely, with my lats starting to pop out a bit. This causes my arms to also pop out a bit, which is such a fucking turn on. My legs are thickening, though they’ve always been pretty built. They are each almost as wide as my waist, which is really good considering I do have a wide-ass waist. My calves are also nicely developed, though that’s probably because they had to carry my fatass around for years. I actually went back to my original weight of 195 lbs., but it is pretty clear that most of it is muscle. It’s nice to see these changes. I know I said it turns me on(and it does!), but there’s also an emotional aspect to it as well. I feel really proud of myself, and I’ve noticed that my confidence has increased as well. I even joined the hookup scene, getting a few guys to come back to my place. I haven’t spoken to JJ much, but I’ve been meaning to hang out with him more. W: 195 lbs. October 1, 2023 It’s been two weeks since my last entry, and boy what a two weeks it’s been! I finally met up with JJ again. He actually looks a bit bulkier. Not much fatter, but like he actually added a bit more muscle on his already dense frame, which was impressive. He revealed that he now ways 209 lbs. which is an increase of 18 lbs. since the end of July. Interestingly, I stopped seeing him as a mentor. I don’t know why, but we’ve kind of fallen back into our old dynamic from college, where I was his leader. I guess that’s just how he is. Or maybe I am just a leader type figure. We talked about our progress, especially mine. He was shocked at how much progress I had made over the past few months, especially since I had managed to slim down and gain a solid amount of muscle. Although I still had a layer of fat on me, I’m not trying to lose it anymore, since I think the slightly bulky build looks good on me; makes me look masculine, dominant, assertive. I like that. My muscles are still growing, and with the layer of fat I look a bit bigger than JJ. I teased him about it and pushed him around a little, and both of us were surprised at how much stronger I had become. He took the pushes, and he even looked like he enjoyed them. Man it feels to have such a good friend. Even though I just bought smaller clothes a few weeks ago, I’m back to wearing my bigger clothes. One thing I started noticing is that my gait has shifted a bit. I’ve always had thick legs, so I’m used to my thighs touching whenever I walk. But more recently I’ve been waddling more than walking, kinda like those huge bodybuilders walk. My arms are a bit wider too, and they naturally fall at an angle rather than straight down. My coworkers have commented on my muscle gain, which sure does stroke my ego. I know some people find the whole ego thing a turn off, but this confidence sure does land with all of my flings. W: 207 lbs. November 5, 2023 I’ve gotten busy again, and I haven’t been able to write anything. A few weeks ago, right after my last entry actually, I ended up switching gyms. Originally I had been going to the one JJ showed me months ago. It’s a preppy gym, focused more on catering to the casual gym goer than those focused on growth like me. It’s also half an hour away from where I live, which sucks during peak traffic hours. I now go to a gym called Big Bull Fitness. Definitely not your typical gym, it’s clientele are all clearly gym veterans, roid heads, or both. My type of people. I also started going by Chad instead of Wick, since I feel like it sticks more and Wick is too nerdy. There’s this one guy called Brett who is massive. Definitely one of the most massive people in the gym, and definitely the biggest guy I’ve ever seen in person. The roid signs are clear: he’s bald, always sweaty with oily skin, and just has that thick, bulky build that screams “I’m on steroids”. As I’ve grown bigger, my taste in men as grown as well. I’ve stopped sleeping around as much because these little guys aren’t doing it for me anymore. This Brett guy is just my type. His body screams masculinity and authority. I don’t know if I want him or if I want to be him, but all I know is that I want. And this want drives my libido insane. My progress has been slowing down a bit. Although I’m still repping more weight and building more muscle, it’s been visibly slowing down. I tried talking to JJ about PED’s, but every time I bring up the topic he shuts it down with swiftness. I’m surprised that he’s not on anything, at least to keep his fat down, but his loss I guess. I’ve been slowly building a network within Big Bull Fitness, hoping to land a connection. The last thing I want is to slow down, especially when I’ve been growing so well. Anyways, I’m able to curl 45 lbs. and I go up to 255 on the leg press. My chest has been making good progress, and I bench around 175, but it’s not enough. I want more. W: 221 lbs. November 12, 2023 I finally talked to that Brett guy. Seeing him up close made me crazy horny, but I couldn’t let him know in case he was one of those guys that beat the shit out of you if they thought you were flirting. He was a bit taller than me and twice as wide; it was almost like he was surrounding me. Up close his steroid abuse was even more obvious. His skin was slick with oil and sweat, with a masculine muskiness surrounding him like a personal aura. He lost all of his hair already even though he just celebrated his 30th birthday, though he rocks a sexy 5 o clock shadow that framed his lantern jawline and sunken face well. His face was especially mesmerizing; he had that thick, as if the roids affected even his facial muscles. His stance was wide and solid; his arms and legs basically at 90 degree angles from all the mass he had. No truly, his arms, back and legs were all beauties to behold. Shit, I really got carried away. What I’m trying to get at is that he struck up a convo with me. Basically, I was doing some bench presses. The gym was pretty packed, and yet he chose to approach me. Now I’m probably obsessing over this, but maybe there was something that drew him to me. Anyways, he asked if he could work in his sets with me. With his entire mass looming over me and blocking my vision, how could I say no? Besides, his deep, roid-thickened voice convinced me enough; I could feel his voice vibrating through my body. Anyways, I was trying to break through with some 190 lbs.(though I was struggling a bit; fuck I’m plateauing). This man; no, this behemoth puts on plates adding up to 490 lbs. And he REPPED the 490 lbs. 11 times! Twice my weight, and nearly three times what I was trying to rep. He had me spot him, though I gotta admit I would have done jack shit to help him with that much weight. Also, whenever he pushed himself, he fucking growled like the animal he is. It took everything in me not to jizz right then and there. Anyways, after that was done, we struck up a conversation about gym stuff. After learning that I had only begun seriously lifting a few months ago, he perked up and clearly took interest in me. Since it was clear that he was on some shit, I tried to worm in my desire to start using. He took the hint pretty quickly, and he took me to the locker room. I thought he would show me his stash or some shit, but to my shock he shoved me into the locker, yelling about me talking shit or something. Everyone else took the hint and left, and it was just me and his overwhelming presence. I legit almost pissed myself. But then he left out a hearty laugh, and shook my shoulder like I would with JJ. I began to laugh too, only because I had no idea what the fuck was going on. He then went on about his cycle, how to start – shit I don’t want to write down. But he invited me over to his place, and said he would help me start my own cycle. I lowkey was a bit scared to go, but what choice did I have? He said I could come by next week, so I guess we’ll have to wait. W: 224 lbs. November 20, 2023 Nothing really happened this week. I didn’t really reach out to JJ, but things have been kind of different between us ever since I started opening up about my interest in steroids. If he wants to dodge me just for that, then that’s his loss. I started hanging out more with some lugheads from my gym, and I fit in very well. Whether it was at the gym or the bar, I always had a swath of big men around me, just how I like it. I looked into JJ’s Instagram, and he looks pretty similar to how he was a few months ago. Some people refuse to change, I guess. Onto what really matters: my meeting with Brett last night. What a fucking night. He gave me his address last week, so I pulled up to a pretty shade neighborhood. Though with his build, I’m sure he was safe and sound here. I got to his house around 8 at night. The night started normally. He had just a wife beater and some short shorts on, both of which hugged his body like a second skin. Anyways, he started me out with testosterone. Pretty basic, but just what I need for now. He showed me how to inject it, and even did the first one for me. Then it took a weird turn. He offered me a beer, and although I was driving, I was inclined to appease him before he might throw me through the wall. He led me to his couch, and he sat right next to me. He sunk into the couch so I fell into him a bit, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seem like he enjoyed it. Then, he started flirting. I legit dropped my jaw when I connected the dots. He was gay. And he was coming on to me. And even though he was taking on a dominant role, it turned me on so fucking much, even though I usually preferred to take the lead. I don’t want to get into the fluff stuff, so let’s just say we eventually made our way to his bed. Even though it was one of those California King beds, our mass sunk the mattress. I’d never been fucked in the ass since when I began experimenting in college, and I hated it until now. Brett had a pretty sizable dick, I’d say somewhere between 6 to 7 inches. And that shit rocked my world. Not to mention his strength literally rocked the entire bed frame. He choked me, crushed me, and fucked my brains out, and I have to say it was the best sex I had ever had. And I hated getting fucked. But Brett’s power just did something to me. We ended up falling asleep, with him spooning me and his still semi-hard dick pressing into my back. I woke up alone in his bed, and I found him in his kitchen preparing a huge breakfast of two dozen eggs, two ribeye steaks, and a pot of rice. Quite a weird combination of food, but he explained that he eats what he wants and he grows regardless. Fair enough. I thought he was making breakfast for both of us, but he ate all of the food himself, and told me to make us some protein shakes using his stuff. He guzzled down his feast of a breakfast, and then raided his own pantries for some protein bars. He glugged half a gallon of milk, with a bit of it dribbling down his wide chin and the valley of his pillow pecs. I know I keep talking about random shit about him, but he just exudes ultimate masculinity. Something I’ve always only dreamed of. Anyways, we talked a bit, and I eventually got my stuff and began to leave, where he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss, forcing his tongue down my throat. He was using me pretty much, and he knew I wouldn’t do anything about it. On the drive home this morning, I became giddy about the growth that would happen. W: 226 lbs. December 24, 2023 It’s been over a month on test. I increased my dosage a week ago, with amazing results. I’ve blasted through my pr’s and plateaus, curling 70’s, leg pressing 335 lbs, and benching 275 lbs. Physically I feel like a tank. I can just feel my volume increasing, like I’m taking up more space around me. My shoulders are almost as wide as doorways now, and my lats flare out. You can touch the front part of my lats, something that wouldn’t have been possible before. My legs waddle more than ever, forcing my bulge outwards. The friction and warmth on my dick and balls always keeps my dick a tad bit hard, but I don’t mind; if anyone wants to take a look, they may as well be graced with my presence! I haven’t experienced that many side effects, though my libido has skyrocketed and I may get a bit aggressive at times. About a week ago, I went on a bar bender with a few gym buddies. We were pretty drunk and walking home, and this guy bumped into me. He said some shit about my size(as if it’s a bad thing), and the next thing I knew I bodyslammed him into a bus stop, shattering the glass. He looked like shit, but in my drunken stupor, my friends and I ran away to avoid any responsibility. It sounds pretty bad, but it sure is a story to remember, with my buddies nick naming me “The Juggernaut”. Feels good to have even the biggest look up to you like that. Since I don’t have any close family, I’m spending Christmas week with my gym friends, including Brett. We never really talked about what happened that night, and he’s been acting more of a bro than a boyfriend, so I don’t really know what kind of relationship we have. But he’s taking charge, so I might as well follow. For now. I’ve been thinking about reaching out to JJ, but I’m in a good place in my life right now without him. If he wants to reach out to me, he will. Otherwise, he can stay away. W:247 lbs. February 2, 2025 Well shit. I guess I forgot about this diary, and ended up losing it in my desk drawers. Looks like my last entry was from the end of 2023, over a year ago. I’m actually glad I found this journal, because I really haven’t reflected on my life in a while. So, where should I start? For starters, I am not 28 years old. I quit being a prosecutor, and became a fitness influencer/professional bodybuilder. This body was made to be seen, and there are many competitions and sponsors willing to pay the big bucks for guys like me. I can’t believe I wasted part of my life working in law; could’ve been so much bigger now if I went into bodybuilding straight out of high school. Looking back, college was pretty pointless. People say college is necessary to make money, yet I’m more successful than ever with just my body. I guess I met JJ during college, but that was only a short thing. To be honest, I haven’t thought about him since the last entry. I don’t need small people like him around. I prefer to surround myself with people who prioritize their size and strength: true men. Of course I’m always bigger than everyone else, but that’s only natural: I am the best. I’ve been in limbo with Brett for a while. While we never really dated, we sure did fuck a lot afterwards, so I guess we were more like friends with benefits. More recently we’ve drifted apart, since I’ve been catching up to his size. One thing that’s important to note is that steroids have really advanced in the past year. Whereas 300 lbs. was considered to be extremely massive, the biggest are now reaching 500 lbs. Denver’s become a hotspot for aspiring roidheads, with people like me and Brett pioneering this new roid world. Although many of the new drugs are extremely potent, only some people react well to them. Obviously I am one of them. You probably could’ve guessed that by how fast I grew even without drugs. To explain my physique, I should first explain my stack. I currently use a slurry of PED’s, including test, hGH, anavar, tren, and this new drug Octadrol. Test is a classic and I like how manly it makes me feel. hGH is a classic for overall size and maintenance. Anavar and tren help build mass and keep me leaner(though I still have a bit of fat due to the sheer amount of calories I intake). Octadrol is on a whole different level though. I’m not exactly sure of the science behind it, but it exponentially increases your body’s natural steroid hormones, as well as acting as a growth hormone. What makes Octadrol especially notable is its effect on your height, dick and feet size. It’s like hGH on steroids on steroids; it really is crazy what they’ve achieved recently. It does adversely grow your organs and bones, which normally is terrible for your health, but everything grows pretty proportionally, so you basically become a giant rather than a health hazard. Man, if my past self saw just how different my kind were from other humans, you’d probably think I became different species. Though I might as well be a different species, since I can’t imagine having ever been such a weakling. Anyways, I’ll try to describe my physique as much as possible(I love talking about my body, it turns me on). Starting at my head. Sound’s weird, but hear me out. So I did end up losing my hair, and I am not bald. I found a photo from a year ago, and boy do I look different! It looks like hGH and Octadrol actually morphed my facial structure a bit. My overall head appears to be quit larger, with my jawline becoming superthick and wide. Even my chin grew, though that makes sense since it is a muscle. Actually, my chin is a pretty prominent feature of my face now, it looks almost 2 inches wide and it sticks out pretty well. It kinda crowns my face, giving it that extra masculine appearance. My cheeks are also more sunken, giving my face a very muscular look. My neck is much wider now, with the base of my neck as wide as my ears. I’ve never directly worked out my neck, so I guess it’s just a side effect. My traps crown my neck, with its valleys peaking just a bit under my ears. My shoulders are are about as big as my head each, which is impressive considering how big my head really is now. One of the things that really drives turns me on is that my physique is way too wide for pretty much any doorway. In fact, I’ve outgrown doorways in height and width, to the point that I’ve had to move into a warehouse to live and fuck comfortably. Anyways, my shoulders are incredibly dense and round, with each shoulder head having incredible volume. My arms hang like legs of ham away from my body, with my incredible lats pushing them away. I don’t really do body measurements, but a few months ago my arms came in around 30’’ around. My biceps form cantaloupe-sized mounds when flexed, dense as titanium, with a bit of a split at their peaks. My triceps hang like cannon barrels, its sheer thickness demanding attention for onlookers. My forearms are also super thick and dense, almost twice as thick as a beer can. Fun fact, my grip strength is so insane that I completely crushed someone’s hand in an arm wrestling competition, but that’s another story. My hands are also super thick, to the point that it’s hard for me to use a phone, or pen. My hands have grown along with the rest of my body, able to palm a basketball the way normal people can palm a softball. Hell, my hands can cover an entire iPad. Imagine me trying to use a phone! Anyways, moving onto my chest. Oh, how my pecs have grown. Like I mention a while ago, I’ve always wanted to focus on my pecs. They new stand over half a foot away from my body, actually limiting my field of view. I even had a situation where a pesky little human hugged me at a bodybuilding show, and I couldn’t even see the little thing! I focused a lot on my lower pecs, causing my nipples to not straight down, but slightly inwards into my body due to the sheer amount of mass causing such a curvature. My nips only even see the light of day when I flex my pecs, though luckily for them that happens to be often. My upper chest is still well developed, creating a half-foot shelf where I’ve literally had people place gallon jugs on them. It’s the craziest thing ever, everyone goes wild! My abdominal region is a bit of a weak spot. Because of the concoction I use, I do have a bit of a roid gut. But people love that nowadays. My abs are clear cut and very solid, it’s just that they pop out a bit due to my gut. Whenever I sit down my pecs actually rest on my gut, though my pecs are thicker than my gut, so I don’t look like a total fatass. My back lats are an incredible sight now. The pits created between my arms and lats are so big that I’ve had little humans fit into them. And boy do they enjoy it. Since I do shows now I shave my body, but I still leave all of my armpit there as a crowning feature of my masculinity and manly musk. People love it, too. From behind, my lats are just as impressive, giving me the appearance of literal meat wings. My upper back is also well developed, with each ridge popping up off my back creating deep crevasses and valleys in between. Now, my glutes. If my pecs stick out half a foot, my ass sticks out about a foot. And a lot of it is pure muscle, not just fat. It’s crazy just how much my ass moves when I flex or walk. It makes pants a bitch to fit into, but I usually get everything tailor made nowadays. Although I wouldn’t say a man’s ass is a defining masculine feature, it sure is one hell of an addition. Humans and bodybuilders of all sexualities can’t help but admire my ass. It actually became a meme for a bit. You could stick your entire hand without reaching my asshole. It’s actually so big that it protects my ass from being fucked, but that’s a different topic. My legs are out of this world. Remember when I mentioned that I had to waddle over a year ago? Nowadays I legit have to almost crabwalk. But it's worth it knowing I could probably crush concrete under my feet if I wanted to. The circumference of my legs have gone beyond my waist, and match the size of my abdominals, including my roidgut. That is how big they’ve gotten. My quadriceps especially hang out, almost like tumors. Not a good way to describe them, I know, but I genuinely don’t know what to compare them to: they’re that huge! My calves have also blown up due to how much weight they carry around. They stick out of my legs like a fat sore thumb, greatly visible even from the front. In fact, the frontal portions of each calf is bigger than the leg it surrounds. Now to talk about other body stuff. As I mentioned, Octadrol has crazy effects on height, dick, and foot size. I’ve been using for exactly a year, as I was introduced to it last February. Over time I and many others have shot up in size. Currently I stand at 7’6’’, the tallest of my kind. My dick now stretches to a whole foot long. While that sounds scary, it’s actually important to have a long dick to penetrate these bodybuilders’ asses nowadays. What really is scary is just how thick my dick has become. At full mast it would probably tear through a beer can, in both length(obviously) but also girth. Because of that I have to take extra care when fucking my entourage, though the size difference makes it all worth it. My feet size has also ballooned to size 20’s to match my growing body. Like I mentioned earlier, there is a clear difference between the little humans and us big bodybuilders: we literally stand head and shoulders above crowds, and they all scatter around us like water. I’ve written a lot, so I’ll wait to write more. But I do want to keep this thing back up. W: 469 lbs. 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